<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788</id><updated>2011-10-04T18:58:49.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lewis Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4292513934282493286</id><published>2011-03-01T21:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:59:45.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison- 9 months</title><content type='html'>Last Monday we had Addison's 9 month appointment. She weighed 17 lbs 13 oz and was 28 1/2 inches long. She has dropped in to about the 34th percentile for weight from about the 50th, and the doctor seemed a little concerned, but I'm not. Raegan followed the same curve and she is just a skinny little mini. That's all there is to it. I'm not sure why doctors act like dropping in the percentiles is cause for concern. I mean, in the past 3 months she has gone from being pretty much sedentary to mobile. Obviously she is going to start slimming up. Everything else went well at her appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started crawling this past Saturday. She has been scooching around pretty well for a while now, and now she finally has mastered the crawling. She still seems to like to scooch a lot, though. I also started her on finger foods. Since I made my own baby food, I didn't bring my frozen cubes with me from Arizona. And instead of going through all that work of making tons of batches of pureed food, I decided to try and start incoporating pieces of food in to her diet, and just bought a few Gerber meals for the time being. As soon as she started eating the finger foods, she was totally over the pureed. The only problem is, she still hasn't shown interest in putting them in her mouth herself. That really stinks because she &lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;food, so I have to sit there and feed her the pieces one by one. It takes forever with as much as she eats. At least she is a good eater, though, and I know she will eventually get in to feeding herself. She just hasn't ever been a baby that really sticks things in her mouth. Good in most instances I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things going on with her this month...&lt;br /&gt;-She still will not take a bottle or pacifier...and never has. She did drink water from a sippy cup the other day, but my mom was holding it for her. She also probably got a bunch of it down her shirt instead of actually in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;-Having horrible issues sleeping. She was such a good sleeper as a newborn, and now she is having such a rough time sleeping. She wakes up multiple times a night, and sometimes has a hard time going back to sleep. I'm so exhausted all of the time. I'm sure it has something to do with me nursing her to sleep, but I honestly try and keep her awake and she still falls asleep nursing. Even on the nights I put her in bed awake, she still wakes up needing me.&lt;br /&gt;-Extreme stranger anxiety. Since I have never really left her in a daycare setting, now that I want to put her in a gym daycare or church nursery, she screams and screams. I hoping with repitition and short intervals of being without me, we can work through this. I'm pretty sure she will never quite be the baby that just takes off and never looks back, like Raegan.&lt;br /&gt;-Loves clapping. I love to say "Yay!' to her. She gets so happy and just claps so much.&lt;br /&gt;-Still only says "mama" and "dada", but she is starting to form more syllables.&lt;br /&gt;-Still only has her bottome 2 teeth, which I find kind of strange because she was an early teether with the first two. She has been gnawing on her fingers like crazy, though, so I'm sure it won't be much longer before we see some top ones coming through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love her to pieces. Even with all of the sleepless nights, she just lights up my day. What a blessing she is to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4292513934282493286?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4292513934282493286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4292513934282493286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4292513934282493286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4292513934282493286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/03/addison-9-months.html' title='Addison- 9 months'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4784494487025652273</id><published>2011-02-19T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:58:59.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned about being a parent the second time around...</title><content type='html'>1.) Pretty much whatever you learned with the first kid, throw it out the window and start over, because each kid is sooo different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) So many generalizations I made with the first one, I am now eating my words about. For instance, when friends asked how I got Raegan to sleep through the night because their babies wouldn't, I would tell them they should let their kids cry it out. And when they would tell me that their kids weren't "cry it out" kids, I was very skeptical. Now I have one of those kids myself. Addison is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a "cry it out" kid. She will lay in her bed and scream and scream and never soothe herself back to sleep. So, friends, I now feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Breastfeeding is sooo hard. Raegan would not breast feed, she only wanted to take a bottle, and after pumping for a few weeks, I was done with that nonsense and just gave her formula. Addison is a breastfed baby and she will only breastfeed...aaah! She will not take a bottle. She is nine months old and she has never taken a bottle, sippy cup, or pacifier. That means I am pretty much SOL when it comes to someone else taking care of her for more than a couple of hours or to go to sleep. I really miss the freedom of a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Your mommy brain gets even worse. I am so distracted all of the time with two children, I am constantly setting things down while chasing down a 3 year old or going to pick up my baby, and then I can't ever remember where I left it. Keys are the worst. Justin is constantly asking me, "You used to have such a good memory, what happened to it?" I answer..."kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Wine does not solve all of your problems. This is because you do not have enough time to sit down and drink it. It used to solve them all before when you might have a few moments to enjoy a glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) When one child sleeps, the other will not. I think I had a very narrow window right after Addison was born, when she was sleeping all the time that I got to rest some and possibly even take a nap if Raegan was napping. Now, their nap schedules are different from each other, so it is very difficult to catch a few minutes during the day to myself. Then at night, it seems like, once Raegan finally stays in her bed and doesn't come out with excuses anymore, she has been so disruptive, that she wakes Addison up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) How do women do it? Run errands with multiple kids that is. Until we moved to Texas two weeks ago, I had Raegan in school twice a week, and so I took those days to run my errands without her. Now I am getting a dose of reality and have to take them both grocery shopping and every other necessary errand. It is so exhausting. I'm ready to pull my hair out by the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) They say it would happen, and I didn't believe them...I do not take as many pictures of my second child as I did the first. I truly believe it is more due to our circumstances than Addison just being the second child. We have had a lot of upheaval in our lives lately and I have just been so busy with other things. I didn't even get a picture of Addison's first Valentine's Day. I even have an outfit that Mimi bought her, so I guess I probably should take a picture of her in it. Things have just been so crazy. I promise I will get better about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) You can love the second just as strongly as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I always thought the second child would be more independent than the first because you had two to care for. Wrong, Addison is such a momma's girl. Even more so than Raegan was. She has not gone to other people easily from the beginning. Even Justin had a hard time breaking down her walls. And she can be satisfied for a short time playing by herself, if I am very close to her, and then she wants me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) There is never a good age when the first child is ready for a sibling to enter their lives. I know friends with children separated at all different ages. Anywhere from only being a year apart, to being 13 years apart, possibly even more. It is always difficult to have a second child interrupt the only child dynamic. It seems if you have them really close together, you still have two babies on your hands. They are both very needy and neither can do a whole lot for themselves. It is a ton of work when they are very young. If your child is older, they have become more independent, consequently, you have found more independence. You now have to start all over again. Sleepless nights, diaper changes, potty training, etc. And then there is the time frame I choose...2 1/2 years apart. Seemingly a good age gap. Not too close where they are both babies, but not too far where it has gotten easier with the older one. But then, you have an infant and a toddler all at the same time. Dum, dum, dum! Oh the terrible twos, and the even more excrutiating threes. So who is to say when the right time to add another kid is? I'm pretty sure there never is a right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) On that same note, you can plan to have another kid, and even actively try to have that kid, and then when the pregnancy stick shows up postive, you think, "Oh crap, I'm going to have another baby. Am I really ready for another one?" Well, ready or not, here they come. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) All the things first time moms just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to register for with the first kid never even see the light of day with the second child. ie- wipe warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Sibling rivalry starts way younger than you would think. So here I am thinking, once Addison really gets mobile and in to toys, probably about the time she is walking, the girls will start playing well with each other, but also probably squabble over things at the same time. Well, I'm pretty sure the early stages of the rivalry started about, oh, the day Addison was born. HaHa. And then about the time Addison was grabbing at things, Raegan was already complaining how Addison stole her baby doll, etc. And then today, when Addison was getting her 9 month pictures taken, Raegan was so upset because she wanted to take pictures also, that I finally let her take a couple. Talk about diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Having one makes you think, "I would really like another one." Having two makes you think, "Do I really want another one?" And you are just crazy enough, and they are just wonderful enough to do it again.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4784494487025652273?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4784494487025652273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4784494487025652273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4784494487025652273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4784494487025652273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-have-learned-about-being.html' title='Things I have learned about being a parent the second time around...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-1807687615723385989</id><published>2011-02-19T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:00:17.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a while since I have blogged. Since my last blog, the movers came and dropped off our household goods. That night we still stayed at my parents house, but starting the next day, we moved in to the house for good to live, among all of the chaos. Ever since then, I have been fervishly trying to get the boxes unpacked and the house put together. It hasn't been easy doing it alone with 2 small children, but it drives me crazy to live with boxes sitting around everywhere. I was quite impressed with myself, though. In 4 days I was able to put together the kitchen, living room, playroom (aka dining room), 4 bedrooms, and 3 1/2 bathrooms. All I have left to do is the loft, garage, and hang things on the walls. I probably won't unpack too much stuff in the garage. I just need to organize it so that there is floor space available and a place to park the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have cable and internet installed until Thursday this week. I was going bananas without internet. I could definitely live without cable, but internet is another story. We were going to my parents house everyday to use the internet so that we could Skype with Justin. But, we are in the house now, we have internet, and we are slowly getting in to a new routine. We have met quite a few of our new neighbors, and there are a lot of kids for Raegan to play with. Our house is on a cul-de-sac, so the kids have the run of the street and the parents just sit outside and chat. It's really a nice set-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-1807687615723385989?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/1807687615723385989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=1807687615723385989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1807687615723385989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1807687615723385989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5581215199635704694</id><published>2011-02-12T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:15:54.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here!</title><content type='html'>Our stuff that is. The truck delivered it today. Luckily the weather warmed up just in time and it went pretty smoothly. My dad and I made good progress onthe kitchen today. Unfortunately we started unpacking the box with wine glasses, which prompted us to hunt for the box with wine, which pretty much put an end to our unpacking. =) Oh well, Rome wasn't built in a day, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5581215199635704694?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5581215199635704694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5581215199635704694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5581215199635704694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5581215199635704694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-6020681583930972175</id><published>2011-02-12T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:12:46.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundled Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQSFdTY2K2I/TVdLilV6NCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3wow7y6KyQs/s1600/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573006121405920290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQSFdTY2K2I/TVdLilV6NCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3wow7y6KyQs/s320/199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My poor sweet thing has to be all bundled up like a little bear because it has been so cold here in Houston. Her wardrobe was definitely not prepared for Houston weather. The poor girl is wearing a size six month bunting outfit since she has no coats and very few warm clothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-6020681583930972175?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6020681583930972175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=6020681583930972175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6020681583930972175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6020681583930972175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/bundled-bear.html' title='Bundled Bear'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQSFdTY2K2I/TVdLilV6NCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3wow7y6KyQs/s72-c/199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-421141152154853914</id><published>2011-02-11T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:24:35.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Peek</title><content type='html'>Here is a little glimpse in to what our new house looks like. This will have to hold you over until I can get pictures of the rest of the house taken. Don't expect that any time soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAPHimDGc4/TVV-kZfrXqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UgbhJyMb040/s1600/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572499277724999330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAPHimDGc4/TVV-kZfrXqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UgbhJyMb040/s320/198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-421141152154853914?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/421141152154853914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=421141152154853914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/421141152154853914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/421141152154853914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/sneaky-peek.html' title='Sneaky Peek'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkAPHimDGc4/TVV-kZfrXqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UgbhJyMb040/s72-c/198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-2477278384774502021</id><published>2011-02-10T11:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:57:27.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me back Phoenix weather!</title><content type='html'>Ugh, this weather in Texas stinks! All I want to do is hibernate. 20 degree temps? Are you kidding me. We picked a great time to move from sunny, 60 and 70 degree temps didn't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-2477278384774502021?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/2477278384774502021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=2477278384774502021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2477278384774502021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2477278384774502021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/give-me-back-phoenix-weather.html' title='Give me back Phoenix weather!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-1762141814797958718</id><published>2011-02-10T11:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:45:59.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>News from Korea</title><content type='html'>I haven't heard from Justin since Saturday evening when he had a 12 hour lay-over in Seattle and I went to bed. By the time I woke up, he was somewhere on a plane over the Pacific. Since he arrived in Korea, he has been working on trying to get internet. Every morning when I wake up I check my computer to see if he is on. I've received some e-mails from him, but with a 15 hour time difference and the fact that he has only been to get a few minutes of internet time, our schedules have never matched up. Well, imagine my excitement when I woke up this morning and signed on to the computer and saw that he was logged on to Skype. I immediately tried to video chat with him, but both of my attempts went unanswered. I was a little bummed. After all, he was probably asleep already, it was about 8:15 his time. So I proceeded to log on to my e-mail to see if he had sent me anymore, and then I started receiving a request to chat from him. Yay! Apparently he left his computer up in case I tried to chat, and he heard it and woke up. I would say I feel bad that I woke him up, but I really don't. I was just so thrilled to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing really well. He got in Monday afternoon Korea time, so Sunday evening our time and ever since then he has been in-processing and doing all the fun stuff of moving to a new place...buying groceries, cleaning his room, getting all of his new squadron "gear". He is living in what is commonly referred to as the "punk" dorms. It is where all of the new wingman live. It is typically a bunch of lieutenants, but since he is a FAIP, he is also a wingman and preffered to live there as opposed to the "fossil" dorms. The dorm is about the size of his dorm room in college, except that he has a full size bed, his own bathroom, and a kitchenette. From what I have heard, the dorms can also feel a bit like college as well with late night partying and people in and out of your room all the time. Oh boy! I'm curious how Justin is going to like that. I think he will find it to be fun for a few weeks, maybe even a month or two, but I think after having your own home and family, it may get old after awhile. We'll see. I am just speaking from my point of view. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, he's just busy getting introduced to his new squadron, the Juvats. He should be in the full swing of his new job starting next week. He will be traveling to Alaska with the squadron in April for Red Flag. Too bad Alaska isn't closer. It stinks knowing he will be back in this country, but still so stinkin' far away. He's probably closer to Korea there than Texas. HaHa! Don't know if that is true or not, but it feels that way at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-1762141814797958718?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/1762141814797958718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=1762141814797958718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1762141814797958718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1762141814797958718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/news-from-korea.html' title='News from Korea'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8913450342158941392</id><published>2011-02-08T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:25:59.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Stages of Deployment (or Remote Assignment in our case)</title><content type='html'>You are probably wondering, "Is she really comparing her experience with the stages of death?" Yes, in a way I am. A little bit morbid? Yes. A little extreme? Probably. I feel like there are lots of similarities in the process of how you finally come to accept this is what life dealt you. I have only had one person close to me in my life pass away, my grandmother, and I feel like I was a little young to really go through each of the stages of grieving, so this is the next closest thing that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial- We went through this when the assignments came out in September. We told ourselves all along that we were pretty certain we would get our first or second choice. We wanted to go to Germany, and there didn't seem to be too many people in Justin's class that wanted to go there, and there definetly seemed to be a lot of people wanting to go to Korea. The air force is probably laughing in our faces on that one. The assignments came out, and there were none to Europe and 10 out of 14 to Korea. That's when our hearts sunk. But still, we were pretty certain we had a good chance of going elsewhere, if anything, we figured if we did have to go to Korea, it would be to Osan AB, where families could go and live in an apartment outside of base and still have access to the facilities on base. The guys hashed out the assignments the next day, and that's when it sunk in for us. Our fate literally came down to a roll of a dice, and my generally lucky husband did not have luck on his side that day. Kunsan AB. A year unaccompanied assignment. I was devastated and sobbed harder than I had in longer than I could remember. How was it that the last possible assignment I thought we would get had become our reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger- I guess denial and anger both kind of came in conjuction with each other. Once I heard Justin was going to Kunsan, I couldn't understand why a family with two small children had to be separated from each other. There were several other families in the class that in my opinion would have been better suited to go. Some of the pilots going to Osan decided even though their family could go, they wouldn't be taking them. Then why not let a family that would go with their husband/ daddy have Osan and they take Kunsan? It seemed obsurd to me. That was one of the hardest pills for me to swallow. But, we aren't a family to make waves, and it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance (sort of)- Like I said, it's not exactly like grieving with a death. I don't feel like I ever did any bargaining, and I entered in to a state of acceptance after my initial pity party rather quickly. That being said, it's not really a full acceptance. Mentally we worked ourselves through it and even came to the conclusion that this might actually be one of the best things for our family. At some point in Justin's career he will have to do either a remote assignment or a 365-day deployment. That is pretty much a given, and for Justin, he feels like he needs to be around the most when his children are older so he can attend their activities and do daddy/kid things. He loves his kids tremendously, but when they are very small and need their mom a lot, he doesn't feel like he can be as involved with them. He and Raegan have just really started becoming very close in the past year or so now that he can start doing things with her like play baseball with her or take her fishing. And Addison is still quite young and with her solely nursing and not taking a bottle, there isn't a whole lot he feels like he can do with her right now. For me, the opportunity to pick up the girls and move back to Texas near our family was very appealing. Plus, at the age they are both at, I feel like I need some help from family members every now and then, even if it is just for some mommy alone time. If the girls were older and in school already, I would not have wanted to pull them out of school and move them across the country and therefore we would have been completely on our own.&lt;br /&gt;This new assignment is also a very important one for Justin as far as his career goes. He just finished his training in the F-16 and is now going to be in an operational squadron where it is very important for him to show how good of a fighter pilot he is. Without the distractions of his family around, he can focus on his flying and really become a great pilot. He won't need to feel like he isn't giving his family 100% or his career 100%. We told ourselves all of these points, and logically it makes a lot of sense, so for the last few months I have found a sort of peace in knowing that there are a lot of good reasons for him to be getting Korea over with now. My head has accepted that for the next year I will be without Justin. Now, I'm just waiting for my heart to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Pity (aka, where I am now)- This stage is in full swing now. Ever since we said goodbye to Justin at the airport, my heart has hurt and I'm having a hard time working through it. Most of the time I just feel numb. A big part of the problem is the girls. I have just been so busy with them that I haven't really had time to sit down and just have a really good cry. I mean everyone needs to have a good cry, right? That way you have your pity party, and then you can move on and go on about your life without it defining your life. The stage both of the girls are in right now are very difficult and really haven't allowed me to any time to myself. Hence, a big part of my self pity. Raegan is a difficult toddler. Her will is so strong and her defiance and need to assert her independence is growing every day. Truthfully, I feel very lost sometimes on how to lead her through this rough stage without just losing it myself. Take that, and the fact that Addison is very mommy-dependent and I already feel like I don't have enough time to give Raegan. Every time I have to get stern with her and put her in time out, I think "Why me?" Every time I have to drag her off the floor of a store during a temper tantrum with a baby on my hip, I think "Why me?" Every time she tells me she doesn't like me anymore because I wouldn't let her do something, I think "Why me?" And let me tell you, I never realized how much it would hear your kid doesn't like you, even though you know they don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;As I rocked my 8 month old baby this morning who is crying unconsolably and thrashing to get out of my arms, I think to myself, I'm at a loss for how to help her and what might be wrong with her to act so out of character, and all I want to do is cry. Yet, the tears don't come. As I am so sleep deprived because my baby who was sleeping 13 hours uninterrupted through the night at 10 weeks old and has now been waking every 2 to 3 hours every night since 5 months wakes me up for good at 6:45 in the morning, and no one is around to allow me a few more hours sleep, I want to cry. And still the tears do not come. All I can think is "I can't believe this is my life for the next year or more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance (final)- I'm obviously not here yet. I sure hope I can work through my sorrow soon. I know that until I can give myself time to grieve it won't happen. I also need to stop living from one time of talking to Justin until the next or I will drive myself crazy and won't be the mom for my children that they need me to be. I haven't talked to him since Saturday evening when he was in Seattle and don't know when he will have internet and phone set up so that I can talk to him again. I have been waiting and waiting, and the waiting is so hard. Hopefully once I can hear from him again and we can start setting times up to Skype I won't feel so alone. Even if all he can do to help me half way across the world is listen to a recount of my day with the kids, I would feel like I am not alone parenting. I am obviously not the first military wife that has gone through a separation from their husband, so I do not have it worse than any others before me. There are people in this world that are much worse off than I am. There are people that do not have the love and support from their families that Justin and I have been so blessed with. God would not have put me in this situation if I could not handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8913450342158941392?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8913450342158941392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8913450342158941392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8913450342158941392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8913450342158941392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-stages-of-deployment-or-remote.html' title='The Five Stages of Deployment (or Remote Assignment in our case)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-875695992940295969</id><published>2011-02-06T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:48:10.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>It's time. The packers came, all of our belongings are on a truck headed for Texas (eventually), and Justin is gone. =(  The move went as smoothly as possible...with two small children. We had two really nice ladies pack our house in two days and then the moving crew packed it all up on Friday. It has been a really long and tiring past several days, actually the whole week. We stayed at a hotel on Friday night and then Saturday morning we headed to the airport. Thank goodness for the graciousness of my parents. My dad flew out on Thursday and was around to help us with everything while the house got packed up. Then he dropped Justin, myself and the girls off at the airport, and picked my mom up who flew in from Houston at about the same time. Then, together the drove the car, a U-haul trailer, and Sawyer back to Houston while the girls and I hopped on to a Continental flight to Houston. We said goodbye to Justin at the gate when we were boarding. It was a very emotional time for us. I already miss him so much. My grandmother sent us a small pillow that she embroidered that has a heart and the words " I Love You" on it. It is something her embroidery guild started making for deployed soldiers. The family kisses the pillow and then the soldier can carry it on him at all times and have their family close to their heart. We kissed it and gave it to him, which made me cry even more. Then I got on the plane and had a 3 hour flight with crazy, tired children. It was definetly not a fun flight, especially given I just had to say goodbye to my husband for essentially a year, but it sure beats driving back with both of them through desolate terrain for 3 days. Thanks Mom and Dad! We made it back and now we are camped out at my parents casa until our things arrive. Not sure when that will be, but I think we are looking at next weekend. Then we can start trying to get settled in to our new lives. The new house looks great and I can't wait to make it a home. It still makes me sad that something will be missing from it, but we are going to make the best of our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much Justin. I will pray every day for God to watch over you and keep you safe for me. Your girls are doing well and miss you more than you will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-875695992940295969?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/875695992940295969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=875695992940295969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/875695992940295969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/875695992940295969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4648795098454498162</id><published>2011-01-29T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:56:26.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farewell Tribute</title><content type='html'>Dear 1997 Acura CL 2.2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we parted ways for good. You were a good car, a trust-worthy car. You never left me stranded anywhere in the 10 years I owned you. Unfortunately, I just outgrew you a few years ago, so you became Justin's to drive. Now after 3 1/2 years of being driven around by him, he has to move to Korea and we no longer need your services. You have been a part of my life longer than Justin has. I am not really sad to see you go, but I do sort of feel like an era has come to a close. So, goodbye old friend. I hope your new owner treats you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory... 2001-2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TUW0Bldq9oI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HB-6mUK2Ke8/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568054453642917506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TUW0Bldq9oI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HB-6mUK2Ke8/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4648795098454498162?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4648795098454498162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4648795098454498162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4648795098454498162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4648795098454498162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/01/farewell-tribute.html' title='A Farewell Tribute'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TUW0Bldq9oI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HB-6mUK2Ke8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8946080227168181839</id><published>2011-01-27T11:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:21:48.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Move, A New House</title><content type='html'>The move date is almost here. The girls and I will be flying to Texas on Saturday, February 5th. My parents will be driving my car and Sawyer back, while hauling a U-haul trailer behind the 4-runner. Justin leaves the same day as us, and his flight takes off after ours, so we have to say our goodbyes at the gate. I, of course, will probably be a blubbery mess. Nothing like a little public display of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, we closed on a new house yesterday. I really like it. It is perfect for the girls and myself to live in...oh, and Sawyer too! We sent off the paperwork yesterday morning, so as soon as the title company receives it and funds the loan, we will get the keys to our new place. Yay! It is a 2-story newly built house in a developing neighborhood of Katy called Katy Creek Ranch. It's so pretty. So please, once we get settled, come and visit. I am going to be quite lonely, so I welcome you all with open arms. I will also post pictures once the house is put together, but I wouldn't expect that to happen any time soon. I will have a 3 year old, an 8 month old and only myself to get things straightened, so expect pictures, oh, around Christmas time maybe. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8946080227168181839?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8946080227168181839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8946080227168181839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8946080227168181839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8946080227168181839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-move-new-house.html' title='A New Move, A New House'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-6628482721079151407</id><published>2011-01-01T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:09:35.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Lewis'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR-z3BNB70I/AAAAAAAAAUU/R6FutS86X-c/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358222995746626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR-z3BNB70I/AAAAAAAAAUU/R6FutS86X-c/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lewis Family has had quite a whirlwind year this year. We have all been super busy and I am very proud of everything our family has accomplished. In March we got the home that we had known for 4 ½ years all packed up and we headed out west to Phoenix. Our Wichita Falls house sold at the end of March, and we feel very blessed to have found a buyer and not get stuck with two house payments in this economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin started the B-Course training for the F-16 at Luke AFB at the end of March and took his first ride in the jet the first week of May. During this time, I (super-duper preggo) got our new home situated and began the nesting process. Our beautiful daughter, Addison came in to the world on May 21st and we now hardly remember what things were like without her in it. In August, I flew back to Houston with the girls to celebrate my parent’s 30th anniversary with them, and then Justin came out on Labor Day for Addison’s baptism. Justin received his next assignment in the F-16 at the end of September, and we learned he will be headed to Kunsan AB, South Korea at the beginning of this coming February. It was a very emotional time for our family, accepting that we will be without our husband/father for a whole year. However, we know that it is in God’s hands, and ultimately, this is the best plan for our family right now.&lt;br /&gt;To prepare for the absence of Justin, we are just trying to spend as much quality time together as possible. Over Columbus Day weekend, we took a family trip to San Diego, and we just loved it. The weather was gorgeous, there was so much to do as a family, and as a bonus, we were by the water, which is always a favorite vacation spot of mine. Justin’s mom and sister were able to come out for Thanksgiving, and we had a wonderful time spending the holidays with his family. Next up, we will head back to Houston for Christmas, and then he graduates from the B-course on January 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our girls continue to shine in our lives, and we are so blessed for what God has given us. Raegan has quite the spunky personality. She is definitely our strong-willed child, but it is so amazing how she can make us want to pull our hair out one minute, and then have us rolling in laughter the next minute with the funny things she says. She loves dancing, and singing, and everything princess related, yet she’s not afraid to get dirty either. She potty-trained this past summer, and it seriously happened over night. We also enrolled her in a Christian preschool here in the area, and she really seems to like it there. I will be sad to move her from there again. She also took swim lessons this summer, and she is such a fish. After just a few lessons, she was swimming from the steps to us, and jumping off the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison has just been the perfect addition to our family. She is such a dream baby. She is our more laid- back child. It’s amazing how different the girl’s personalities are. She is also a big mama’s girl. No matter who is holding her, she will always be searching me out in a room. She has mastered rolling over, and is sitting up now as well. It won’t be long before she will be moving and the baby-proofing will start again. It is so funny to see how the two girls interact with each other. Raegan by far, can get Addison to crack up more than anyone else. I just love hearing Addison’s sweet baby laugh. Raegan has really taken to being a big sister and she is so proud of her “baby”. They already exhibit signs of sister squabbling, such as when Addison finds a doll of Raegan’s to grab, or Raegan gets in Addison’s face and Addison grabs at her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I have so much to be thankful for. We know the next journey we take will not be an easy one, but we have so much love and support from each other and all of our friends and family. We are so blessed to have each of you in our lives. Merry Christmas to all of you and have a wonderful 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Lewis’&lt;br /&gt;Justin, Taylor, Raegan, Addison, and Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." Luke 2:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-6628482721079151407?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6628482721079151407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=6628482721079151407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6628482721079151407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6628482721079151407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-from-lewis.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Lewis&apos;'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR-z3BNB70I/AAAAAAAAAUU/R6FutS86X-c/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-7918241445417301255</id><published>2011-01-01T16:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:10:44.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year. I can't believe 2010 has come to an end and 2011 has arrived. We spent New Year's Eve at home as a family, and were in bed well before midnight arrived. That has been our New Year's for the past several years, but things have changed now that we are parents. We did split a bottle of champagne, and Raegan had some sparkling cider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 has been a very busy year for us and 2011 does not seem like it will be slowing down much. Here is what 2010 looked like for the Lewis'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Justin started and completed the IFF training course at Sheppard AFB in Wichita Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-In March we packed up the house and drove across 3 states to sunny Phoenix, Arizona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We found a new house to rent and got settled in. We closed on our Texas house at the end of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-At the end of May, our precious Addison was welcomed in to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-May and June we had a whole slew of family come to visit and meet Addison, including my parents and sister, Justin's mom and sister, and Justin's grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-In August we traveled back to Texas for a visit and Addison's baptism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We took a family trip to San Diego in October, visiting Sea World and Coronado Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-November we celebrated Raegan's 3rd birthday with a Candyland theme, and Justin's family came out to celebrate Thanksgiving with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-December was Justin's squadron Christmas party, our first Christmas party hosted at our house, and a trip back to Houston for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 will bring about many more new changes, namely Justin's move to Korea and our move back to Texas. We will close on a new house in January and the girls and I will move in at the beginning of February. Here are a few more things we look forward to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Justin turns the big 3-0 in March. We are very sad we will not be with him to celebrate. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Visiting friends around the state of Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Taking bluebonnet pictures again this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Addison's first birthday in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The arrival of several friends babies, hopefully a few we will get to travel to and meet them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My 10-year reunion in August (yikes that's seems like forever ago.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Raegan's 4th birthday and my dad's 60th birthday in November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My very bestest BFFEF Maegan's wedding and all of her fabulous festivities next fall, and the big event in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Getting to spend a lot more time with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Taking the girls to do lots of fun activities such as the Houston Zoo, children's museum, Sea World San Antonio, and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will make the most of our situation and continue to live our lives and Justin will go off and make us proud being a wonderful fighter pilot in Korea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a person that usually makes resolutions, but there are a few things I would like to work on this coming year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Work on eating better and getting my body back to a weight and shape I can be happy with after having a baby (esp. with that reunion coming up). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Trying to not let myself get overly stressed about everything (we'll see how that one goes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Being a good mom to my girls, and try and make the transition of being without daddy as easy as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Being supportive of my husband and doing what I can for him as a wife half a world apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Be more giving of my time to those in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Growing my relationship with God. I believe this one is so important because it can help me achieve all of the other goals that I have set for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year's to everyone and here's to hoping for a wonderful 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-7918241445417301255?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/7918241445417301255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=7918241445417301255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/7918241445417301255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/7918241445417301255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4799899817392304461</id><published>2011-01-01T16:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:53:21.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone. The Lewis' had a wonderful time visiting family in Houston. It was so wonderful to get to go back again this year, and we really soaked up holiday time with Justin. It was kind of sad knowing that next year he would not be with us for Christmas. We flew in to Houston on the 23rd and my dad picked us up at the airport. We headed out to Katy and hung out at the house until my mom got home from work. Then it was off to Tex-Mex food for dinner. Oh how we miss our Tex-Mex here in Arizona. We have to go get some margaritas, queso, and fajitas every time we come back to Texas. That was the last time Justin will eat Mexican food (at least good Mexican food) for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a little different this year than normal. Jordan had to work on Christmas Day, so we opened presents from her and my parents on the eve. The girls really raked in the loot from them. Our baby girls sure are spoiled. This year was so much fun with the girls, because it was our first Christmas with Addison, and Raegan was really in to the season more than ever. She was so excited about Santa. We made cookies with Mimi to put out for him. I think she was a tad bit confused, though, because she also thought Santa brought her cookies along with the toys he brought. She also understands about it being baby Jesus' birthday. I hope in the next few years she can really grasp the true meaning and story of Christmas. After we took some pictures and opened presents, we had our traditional Christmas Eve meal. It consists of the best filet steaks with Bernaise sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, bread, asparagus, wine (of course) and some decadent dessert (baked fudge this year, yummo!) This has been our Christmas Eve dinner for years, ever since the infamous KFC Christmas Eve dinner. We wouldn't change a thing about it. We have been fortunate enough to have my brother's girlfriend, Danielle join us for the past 2 years and hope this becomes a tradition as well. After dinner, it was off to bed for the girls to prepare for Santa's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zdN2166I/AAAAAAAAAUc/cY2P1LHtY74/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557428148459924386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zdN2166I/AAAAAAAAAUc/cY2P1LHtY74/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Making cookies for Santa with Mimi and Jordy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zdgNtGQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5PMj99XwleY/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557428153387653378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zdgNtGQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5PMj99XwleY/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Family of 4 on Christmas Eve. (And all of those presents were before Santa came.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zd94b4mI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lIn8vp4PVmw/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557428161351508578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zd94b4mI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lIn8vp4PVmw/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet girls ready for Santa. How cute are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zeAAj3QI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wiz_Hr5sIZU/s1600/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557428161922456834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zeAAj3QI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wiz_Hr5sIZU/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zeZgCfsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F2qPIZ_foZg/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557428168765374146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zeZgCfsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F2qPIZ_foZg/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey and Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zvehsL2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-L8urGdw7YA/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557428462172254050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zvehsL2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-L8urGdw7YA/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan is a pro at this opening presents thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_04Woqn4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JCuvLQLP0jw/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557429714184478594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_04Woqn4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JCuvLQLP0jw/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison's 1st Christmas. Her first Cabbage Patch doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning we woke up and saw that Santa had visited. We opened up Santa presents, scoped out the goodies in our stockings, and exchanged presents within our immediate family. Justin got me a Coach purse, yay, he's so good to me. There was a little casualty during all of the excitement. Raegan was trying to get Justin to open his stocking, and she pulled a little too hard on it, and the stocking holder fell off and hit her right under the eye. She now has a nice shiner from the experience. She cried for a couple of minutes and then shook it off to continue opening presents. After the chaos was through, we ate some breakfast and got cleaned up to head to my uncle's house for Christmas with my extended side of the family. We really enjoyed getting to see everyone and had a lovely meal. Of course, my grandfather went above and beyond on presents for the girls again, and Raegan received more games for her VTech MobiGo from my uncle. We got her the Mobigo for her birthday and she LOVES it. I LOVE it as well. It keeps her occupied forever and I can get some work done. It's also educational, another plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was spent in Spring with Justin's side of the family. Both of his grandparents were there (a very rare occasion) along with many aunts, uncles, and cousins. Justin's has two little girl cousins that are 4 and 5, and Raegan had so much fun playing with them. They are the only family she has that are near her age, and this is the first chance she has had to play with them. Hopefully she will get the opportunity to hang out with them more once we move back to Texas. Justin was really excited that he got to see so much of his family for Christmas. It was a sad goodbye when we left his Aunt's house, knowing that would be the last time he would see them for a very long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of our trip was pretty much devoted to house hunting. We spent most of Monday looking at houses, and Tuesday was a long grueling day of negotiating with a builder on a new home in a new subdivision of Katy called Katy Creek Ranch. This was not my favorite part. The whole negotiation situation really makes me uneasy, so I left that part up to Justin. It took hours, and finally at the end of the day, we signed the contracts and wrote out our earnest money check. We should close on the house by January 27th. I don't enjoy the whole experience of having to go out looking for a new house and dealing with builders/home-owners, but I must say I LOVE the house. It is so perfect. I really think I'm going to be extremely sad leaving it when Justin comes home and we move on to our next assignment. At the same time, it is bittersweet knowing he will never live in the house with us. It's also a very strange feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, our whole trip was jam packed with things to do. Some were fun, some were necessary, but all in all, it was very successful. We are grateful to be home, though, and just enjoy some time to relax, and spend as a family before we start packing up the house and making our next move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4799899817392304461?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4799899817392304461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4799899817392304461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4799899817392304461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4799899817392304461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TR_zdN2166I/AAAAAAAAAUc/cY2P1LHtY74/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-417565813277270641</id><published>2010-12-15T12:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:14:59.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Quotes</title><content type='html'>I may be a little biased, but I think Raegan is one of the most hilarious, witty little kids I know. The things she says has me rolling on the floor sometimes, and I just wanted to document them on here to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation came after Raegan and I had been discussing how we don't run away from mommy in the parking lot or the road because of how dangerous cars can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan: Oh no, my puppy's ball went in to the street.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's okay, I will go get it.&lt;br /&gt;Raegan: Okay mom, but watch for cars first because you could get hit, and then you would be gone, and then I would be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation happened as we were on a walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan: Mom, when I am a mommy, I am going to push Addison in her stroller.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, when you are a mommy, Addison will be grown up also.&lt;br /&gt;Raegan: How come I can't push Addison in her stroller?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because when you are a mommy, Addison will be big also and you will have your own babies to push in their stroller.&lt;br /&gt;Raegan: Aw, how come you don't want to share your baby with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (lots of laughing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-417565813277270641?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/417565813277270641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=417565813277270641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/417565813277270641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/417565813277270641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-quotes.html' title='Funny Quotes'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-2338138891111388656</id><published>2010-12-06T15:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:29:15.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Affection</title><content type='html'>How cute are they? I had them in Raegan's bed before nap time and was reading a book to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U8Ksyf5I/AAAAAAAAATo/nrF5ejKrnbY/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547683708631416722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U8Ksyf5I/AAAAAAAAATo/nrF5ejKrnbY/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U8oob-sI/AAAAAAAAATw/oSfViCAsLrA/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547683716666227394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U8oob-sI/AAAAAAAAATw/oSfViCAsLrA/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then Addison started to slip a little towards Raegan's side of the bed, and started a little hair pulling, and a little arm flailing, and then Raegan started to fight back, and here are the results...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U9Gjr1uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S2c4SXUTAsg/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547683724699358946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U9Gjr1uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/S2c4SXUTAsg/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U9baW-CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cN2Q53UKzlo/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547683730297387042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U9baW-CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cN2Q53UKzlo/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U-CoZENI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vZwskA7AFSE/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547683740825227474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U-CoZENI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vZwskA7AFSE/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;All while Mommy was taking pictures, HeHe! They have to learn to work their differences out on their own, right? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: I broke up the fight right after I finished documenting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-2338138891111388656?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/2338138891111388656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=2338138891111388656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2338138891111388656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2338138891111388656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/12/sisterly-affection.html' title='Sisterly Affection'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1U8Ksyf5I/AAAAAAAAATo/nrF5ejKrnbY/s72-c/DSC_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8019155108337463280</id><published>2010-12-06T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:20:01.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting so big!</title><content type='html'>Addison is almost sitting up all on her own. She can sit up for about 20 seconds and then she tips over again. I give another day or two before she has it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1TbGV_fQI/AAAAAAAAATg/d8eLN6BfpBs/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547682041014746370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1TbGV_fQI/AAAAAAAAATg/d8eLN6BfpBs/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8019155108337463280?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8019155108337463280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8019155108337463280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8019155108337463280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8019155108337463280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-so-big.html' title='Getting so big!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1TbGV_fQI/AAAAAAAAATg/d8eLN6BfpBs/s72-c/DSC_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-6037193820092656451</id><published>2010-12-06T15:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:18:25.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa!</title><content type='html'>Our town of Surprise had Santa come to the Pro shop at the Stadium where the Rangers have spring training one night last week. Justin got home from work early and we decided to go and get the girls pictures taken with him. Well, that was a bad idea. We woke Raegan up from her nap and so she was already in a bad mood I (in our defense, she had already been napping for 2 1/2 hours, that is why we woke her up). Then we get to the stadium and the line was so long. We decided to stand in it because I thought surely it won't take that long for it to move. Wrong! We finally got to sit on Santa's lap 2 hours later after standing out in the cold. I got one picture where Addison was actually looking at the camera, but Raegan was not, and then one picture where Raegan was looking and Addison was not. Typical! But, they are still cute and document the occasion, so that's all that matters. If I happen to go to the mall again between now and Christmas, I may consider trying the mall Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S3ewdr8I/AAAAAAAAATY/gGhDL_lXDw4/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547681429092937666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S3ewdr8I/AAAAAAAAATY/gGhDL_lXDw4/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S22m2OaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/o3TJMV39Ats/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547681418315184546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S22m2OaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/o3TJMV39Ats/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and did I mention that there was supposed to be this thing called a "balloon glow" there? We had no idea what it was, but when we got there, it happened to be a big hot air balloon that was yellow and sponsored by Wendy's, that they would shoot the flame up in to make it light up. Raegan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. So much that she was freaking out screaming, running away, and telling us she wanted to go home. The combination of that and the bad attitude from being woken up from her nap, we were almost ready to go home, but we stuck it out. She hopped in to our friend's stroller and put the hood down so she couldn't see it, and we fed her popcorn to keep her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S2uxi1hI/AAAAAAAAATI/pPWD6sFFgr4/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547681416212567570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S2uxi1hI/AAAAAAAAATI/pPWD6sFFgr4/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-6037193820092656451?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6037193820092656451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=6037193820092656451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6037193820092656451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6037193820092656451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa.html' title='Santa!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TP1S3ewdr8I/AAAAAAAAATY/gGhDL_lXDw4/s72-c/DSC_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-3448926840678628208</id><published>2010-11-30T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:42:14.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Blessings!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is about 5 days late. But I just wanted to wish everyone a wonderful holiday season. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Justin's mom and sister came in town to celebrate with us. It was Addison's first Thanksgiving. We are gearing up for Christmas and I can't wait until it is here. We will be traveling to Houston to see my side of the family. This year things are a little bittersweet for us, because we know next year the holidays will be spent without Justin. It will be even sadder for him because he will not have any family, and will be living in a dorm room all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, the love of my life and soul-mate&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, sweet, strong-willed Raegan&lt;br /&gt;My new bundle of joy Addison&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer, even though he drives me crazy most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful parents&lt;br /&gt;My little sister and brother, even they are all grown-up and aren't so little anymore&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws&lt;br /&gt;Such a strong network of extended family&lt;br /&gt;That we are financially stable in such economically hard times&lt;br /&gt;That God keeps my husband safe every day that he flies&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to live near the rest of my family again next year&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic friends that I can go for weeks without talking to and then sit and go over my cell phone minutes in one phone call.&lt;br /&gt;My military "family"...people that will be friends and support no matter where in the world the air force sends us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU2Y0rWDeI/AAAAAAAAASg/uuTjAi0pA88/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545398316261838306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU2Y0rWDeI/AAAAAAAAASg/uuTjAi0pA88/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU2ZGpp0II/AAAAAAAAASo/ZBfXZxkfPU0/s1600/Too%2Bmuch%2BTurkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545398321086582914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU2ZGpp0II/AAAAAAAAASo/ZBfXZxkfPU0/s320/Too%2Bmuch%2BTurkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was tuckered out from all of the Thanksgiving food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of everyone (minus me taking the picture) from Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU3HJmxYDI/AAAAAAAAASw/avIRuNP0wUA/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545399112153784370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU3HJmxYDI/AAAAAAAAASw/avIRuNP0wUA/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-3448926840678628208?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/3448926840678628208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=3448926840678628208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/3448926840678628208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/3448926840678628208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-blessings.html' title='Thanksgiving Blessings!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TPU2Y0rWDeI/AAAAAAAAASg/uuTjAi0pA88/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8078203379396036209</id><published>2010-11-18T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:18:48.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresses for the girls</title><content type='html'>I made some pillowcase dresses for the girls for their 6 month and 1 year pictures next week. This was my first time to sew clothes. I think they turned out pretty well. I am considering making a new one for Addison, though, because I cut the fabric for hers back in August and just estimated what I thought she would wear now, and I underestimated my chunky little monkey, so it is a little snug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlxBfp66I/AAAAAAAAASY/s2yao_-VcjQ/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017178182642594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlxBfp66I/AAAAAAAAASY/s2yao_-VcjQ/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Raegan's Dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlv_H0_0I/AAAAAAAAASI/n24lsOUS5Bo/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017160365965122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlv_H0_0I/AAAAAAAAASI/n24lsOUS5Bo/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Addison's Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlws5jFBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fSBiOdnVXaw/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017172654101522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlws5jFBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fSBiOdnVXaw/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Both of the girls' dresses together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  Isn't Addison's so tiny and cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8078203379396036209?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8078203379396036209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8078203379396036209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8078203379396036209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8078203379396036209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/11/dresses-for-girls.html' title='Dresses for the girls'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TOWlxBfp66I/AAAAAAAAASY/s2yao_-VcjQ/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-3645769936237232864</id><published>2010-11-17T15:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:31:52.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Peas Please...not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TORUNJJaAKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yrb3PHAj2dc/s1600/peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540646026342957218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TORUNJJaAKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yrb3PHAj2dc/s320/peas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is for you Maegan! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as most of you know by now, I am making my own baby food this time around for Addison. I keep a few jars around the pantry to throw in the diaper bag if I'm going to be out and about during mealtime, but for the most part, we have bags and bags of "food cubes" in the freezer. Well, I just made Addison peas the other day and she liked them. Now, I don't know that she &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; them, but she finished them all, so I guess that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this earth-shattering news you might ask? Because, I &lt;em&gt;HATE &lt;/em&gt;peas, her sister hates peas, her grandfather hates peas. You may say that "hate" is such a strong word, but that about sums up my relationship with them. In fact, it may not quite do my feelings towards the veggie justice. I only made one tray worth of peas, and unfortunately for Addison, that's probably all she will get. Even the smell of them cooking made me want to gag. I may just have to let Justin give them to her from a jar. Seriously guys, I truly can't think of a vegetable that I dislike more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is my fun little post about peas. I posted this as an inside joke, so most of you won't get it, but I tried to make it as interesting as possible, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will blog about Halloween (I know, forever ago) and Raegan's party soon. I'm sure that will be more exciting than peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-3645769936237232864?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/3645769936237232864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=3645769936237232864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/3645769936237232864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/3645769936237232864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-peas-pleasenot.html' title='More Peas Please...not!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TORUNJJaAKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yrb3PHAj2dc/s72-c/peas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-1500643665611235756</id><published>2010-11-08T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:29:04.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun</title><content type='html'>Here is a cute picture of Addison holding on to Raegan's pink baby. Raegan got upset that Addison had her doll. The fights over toys has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TNhBQn_ukII/AAAAAAAAARI/5SV8X6rDmUA/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537247495722012802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TNhBQn_ukII/AAAAAAAAARI/5SV8X6rDmUA/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-1500643665611235756?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/1500643665611235756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=1500643665611235756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1500643665611235756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1500643665611235756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TNhBQn_ukII/AAAAAAAAARI/5SV8X6rDmUA/s72-c/DSC_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8101011554214095626</id><published>2010-11-08T12:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:07:48.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggie Cuteness</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share a picture of my girls all dressed up in their Aggie gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TNg8VAhHmOI/AAAAAAAAARA/NvcfzDa7s_g/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537242073465854178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TNg8VAhHmOI/AAAAAAAAARA/NvcfzDa7s_g/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8101011554214095626?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8101011554214095626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8101011554214095626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8101011554214095626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8101011554214095626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/11/aggie-cuteness.html' title='Aggie Cuteness'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TNg8VAhHmOI/AAAAAAAAARA/NvcfzDa7s_g/s72-c/DSC_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5904147685835062294</id><published>2010-10-30T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:00:05.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tooth</title><content type='html'>I found Addison's first tooth on Tuesday of this week. She was chewing on the swing at the park, and so I started to feel around in her mouth to see if she was close to cutting a tooth, and sure enough, there was already one through. It was pushed through enough that it must have been there for about a week. She never showed any signs of teething. She wasn't fussy, drooling, or waking up in the middle of the night. It wasn't until she was chewing on everything that I even thought to check. So, my little got her first tooth at 5 months. Raegan got her first at 6 months, and she actually cut the first 2 on the same day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5904147685835062294?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5904147685835062294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5904147685835062294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5904147685835062294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5904147685835062294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-tooth.html' title='First Tooth'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-6313677252204405896</id><published>2010-10-26T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:15:10.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Addison</title><content type='html'>My sweet baby girl is 5 months now, and I feel like I should have a little post about her. Most of you have not have had the privelege to get to know or even meet her yet, so I would like to give you a little insight in to my precious baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison has been such a joy to our lives. She is such a wonderful little girl and lights up our day with everything she does. I can't say enough words about how easy she has been. Raegan was a pretty easy baby, but I was very quick to put her on a strict schedule. Addison is even easier, and she does it all herself at her own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was an newborn, she loved sleeping in bed with me. For those of you that know how I was with Raegan, I was very anti co-sleeping. But having another child at home to tend to during the day once Addison was born, I did whatever was necessary to get a little sleep. Well, sweet girl was not fond of sleeping in her own bed right at the beginning, but she would sleep up to 5 hours straight next to me in bed. It was just survival, and so I let her. Then, we just approached each transition one at a time. Soon, I could put her in her bed early in the night, and then when she would get up to eat, she would usually stay in bed with me until morning. Next came sleeping in her bed almost all night. By 7 weeks old, I had to move her out of our room in to her own bed. I probably would have done this sooner, because I don't sleep well with little ones in my room making noises all night, but I was concerned that if she woke up in the middle of the night crying, she would wake Raegan up, since their rooms were across the hall from each other. I finally had to just rip the band-aid off, and it has never even been an issue. Then once she was sleeping in her own bed at night, we gradually worked up to naptime as well. By 10 weeks of age, Addison was sleeping all the way through the night from about 6 at night until 8 in the morning, without waking up to eat. I cannot believe how blessed I am to have such a wonderful sleeper. She also takes 2 naps during the day, about an hour and a half to two hours each. Can we say fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison is such an easy going baby. She is so laid back. She almost never cries. We can go days without ever hearing her cry. She loves to just sit back and observe her surroundings. She is a big momma's girl. From birth she loved to nurse, and very early on she decided she had no desire to take a bottle. That makes things a little difficult to leave her at home with daddy so that mommy can run errands, but I never realized how much I would enjoy nursing her. Raegan refused to nurse, and would only take a bottle, so I have seen the other side of it, and how freeing it is to be able to let other people feed your baby. I had hoped to make it to 6 months of breast-feeding, and then let Addison decide how long we would continue after that. It seems as though we will definetly make the 6 month mark, and I may have to cut her off after a year, haha! One of my favorite times of the day is early morning, when Raegan is still asleep and Addison has already woken up. I will put her in bed with me and side-lie nurse her. I feel so close and connected to her that way, being cuddled up next to her. (Of course, when I say early morning, I mean like 7 am). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we have started Addison on solid food. She started on cereal almost 2 weeks ago, and then we just introduced some veggies. This time around I am making my own baby food. I am having a lot of fun doing it. I don't feel bad about giving Raegan jarred food, because I was a very busy working mom, but I definetly feel great about being able to make my own food. So far she has had sweet potatoes and carrots, and next up will be bananas, pumpkin, and squash...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison has been such a wonderful addition to our little family. We can not believe how fortunate we have been to have this wonderful little girl as our baby. Every day she amazes us. She is so loving and freely gives us the most precious open-mouth kisses. Just like her older sister, she could care less about rolling over. She has rolled over once, but loves sitting up. Raegan sat up on her own before she ever rolled over, and Addison is about to sit up on her own as well. She sits up very well with a little support behind her. She has only rolled over once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offers up smiles freely, and never cries when she wakes up. She just lays in bed and plays with her feet and talks to herself until we come get her out. What a dream. Can you ask for anything better than that? She isn't as easily amused as Raegan was. You really have to impress her, but when she does laugh, it is the most wonderful sound you will ever hear. The person that amuses her the most is her big sister. Raegan can make her crack up without even trying. It is very evident how much easier it is to amuse Raegan than Addison when we try to make Addison laugh, and Raegan is the one cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to watching our little girl grow up. As cliche' as it sounds, they really do grow up too fast, and I think it is going even faster the second time around. I feel so fortunate that Justin's job allows me to be at home to be present when it all happens. Thank you so much for entering our lives sweet Addison!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-6313677252204405896?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6313677252204405896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=6313677252204405896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6313677252204405896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6313677252204405896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-about-addison.html' title='All About Addison'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-1114220281380245028</id><published>2010-10-16T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:47:03.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>We took the girls to a pumpkin patch today. We tried to get some pictures of them together, but Raegan was more interested in accosting Addison and trying to smother her with kisses rather than looking at the camera. We did get a few good pictures of the girls individually, once Raegan decided to cooperate and give us a good smile rather than cheesy faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpiWniTdgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/R-8x5HpkPJE/s1600/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpiWniTdgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/R-8x5HpkPJE/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528839633260213762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpiWWaod_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/tmne1a8ZCyQ/s1600/DSC_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpiWWaod_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/tmne1a8ZCyQ/s320/DSC_0218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528839628664633330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpiV9nppsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cyd-PjpITCw/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphlXpcRBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pWB7BNaaQZI/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838787181593618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphlPzYitI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uNp3B7o_A4I/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphlPzYitI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uNp3B7o_A4I/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838785075808978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphkXb-Y8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3rppTtBEPI4/s1600/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphkXb-Y8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/3rppTtBEPI4/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838769945240514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphkNk_99I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EYGzylXuO7E/s1600/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphkNk_99I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EYGzylXuO7E/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838767298738130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphj0OUZCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1KyGnOl9MK4/s1600/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLphj0OUZCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1KyGnOl9MK4/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838760492721186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a petting zoo and a corn maze that we all had fun at, especially Raegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjbZFGECI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZOzSSYdT_CI/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjbZFGECI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZOzSSYdT_CI/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840814790578210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjbN_CbkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AZZHGF8iit0/s1600/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjbN_CbkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AZZHGF8iit0/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840811812384322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjau2m-II/AAAAAAAAAPo/M86nSDWC1bs/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjau2m-II/AAAAAAAAAPo/M86nSDWC1bs/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840803455531138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjaf9WxoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q2mt3tQw9wo/s1600/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjaf9WxoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q2mt3tQw9wo/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840799457298050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjaPnR0CI/AAAAAAAAAPY/m6fx3Clr-6s/s1600/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpjaPnR0CI/AAAAAAAAAPY/m6fx3Clr-6s/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528840795069730850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-1114220281380245028?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/1114220281380245028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=1114220281380245028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1114220281380245028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1114220281380245028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpiWniTdgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/R-8x5HpkPJE/s72-c/DSC_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5069528837769148</id><published>2010-10-16T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:31:54.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 years!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Justin and my 5 year anniversary. Seeing how we have two young children, we didn't exactly get to go out anywhere for dinner, so we made a delicious fruit and cheese plate and enjoyed some Moet and Chandon champagne on our back porch. I just love how Raegan's Fisher Price table served as our "patio table".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf-iPNfwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MIKa7g38fKM/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf-iPNfwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MIKa7g38fKM/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528837020497837826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf-WXX0iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RFebHbzZjRA/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf-WXX0iI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RFebHbzZjRA/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528837017310843426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf96pXVVI/AAAAAAAAANw/0eNIElKCaM8/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf96pXVVI/AAAAAAAAANw/0eNIElKCaM8/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528837009870116178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf9kfw2vI/AAAAAAAAANo/mVT6nyZmAgc/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf9kfw2vI/AAAAAAAAANo/mVT6nyZmAgc/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528837003924265714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to 5 years together Justin! We have had two beautiful daughters, owned our first home together, lived in Texas and Arizona, and experienced countless memories together. Our next adventure will keep us apart for a year, but we will only grow stronger, as individuals, as a couple, and as a family. I will miss you so much when you are in Korea, and am sad our 6th anniversary will be spent half a world apart, but look forward to reuniting on the other side of it all. I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5069528837769148?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5069528837769148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5069528837769148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5069528837769148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5069528837769148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-5-years.html' title='Happy 5 years!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLpf-iPNfwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MIKa7g38fKM/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5540365940296348137</id><published>2010-10-14T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:54:52.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>I just love this picture of the girls. They are so cute together. Raegan was watching a movie in her playroom and wanted Addison to sit in her chair with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJqMQXRUI/AAAAAAAAANY/jcqDQude2FM/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJqMQXRUI/AAAAAAAAANY/jcqDQude2FM/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528038425557943618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJqeslU9I/AAAAAAAAANg/LkPjUzxkTF4/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJqeslU9I/AAAAAAAAANg/LkPjUzxkTF4/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528038430508143570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5540365940296348137?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5540365940296348137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5540365940296348137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5540365940296348137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5540365940296348137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJqMQXRUI/AAAAAAAAANY/jcqDQude2FM/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5644045249981303251</id><published>2010-10-14T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:50:47.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal, Yum!</title><content type='html'>We started Addison on cereal yesterday. Justin got to feed it to her since he hasn't been able to feed her at all since she was born. She really liked it. It will still take her a little bit to learn to swallow it well, but I will say, I think she did better on her first try than Raegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIg-GdqOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lLuNjWfaKQw/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIg-GdqOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lLuNjWfaKQw/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528037167627872482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIhjxbSLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wp47uYKYX04/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIhjxbSLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wp47uYKYX04/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528037177740183730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJGWN-XpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mAZArBYUa2U/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeJGWN-XpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mAZArBYUa2U/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528037809756987026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIiNEZAqI/AAAAAAAAANA/9lK-3ocs9b0/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIiNEZAqI/AAAAAAAAANA/9lK-3ocs9b0/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528037188825580194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIiSvU-GI/AAAAAAAAANI/RQdG5GbSGyY/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIiSvU-GI/AAAAAAAAANI/RQdG5GbSGyY/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528037190347847778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5644045249981303251?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5644045249981303251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5644045249981303251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5644045249981303251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5644045249981303251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/cereal-yum.html' title='Cereal, Yum!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeIg-GdqOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lLuNjWfaKQw/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-400748731724159420</id><published>2010-10-14T16:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:43:31.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we decided to take a trip to San Diego. It is the first time we have gone anywhere since moving to Phoenix in March, except our trip home to Houston back in August. With Justin in training, he can't take any vacation time, so we really only get to go out of town on 3 day weekends. Needless to say, we pretty much have had this trip planned in our heads since moving out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego did not disappoint. It was a much needed get away. With it being a 6 hour drive from Phoenix, it was a perfect 3 day weekend trip. We left Friday after Justin got off work. The drive was the first for Addison, and she did pretty well. It's never fun driving long distances with a baby, but since most of the trip was done after her bedtime, she slept a good part of it. However, we got to our hotel super late (esp. since our Garmin took us all over the place before getting us to our hotel in downtown.) Addison woke up and then was so exhausted that I spent over an hour trying to get her to calm down, and was finally able to go to bed myself around 1 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we headed out to Sea World. Raegan had never been before and could not stop talking about going to see the whales, and sharks, and dolphins. She &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; the Shamu show "Believe". For those of you who have not gotten the opportunity to spend time with my little girl, she is a talker. And she loves to recount details of things...to everyone she meets. So after the show she spent all weekend talking about Shamu and how he goes up, and then comes down, and then splashes his tail and gets everyone wet. She is definetly not a summarizer (and she gets that from Justin.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some really good pictures of the Shamu show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCYZcFa0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ubWdRWMhDhY/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCYZcFa0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ubWdRWMhDhY/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528030423277726530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCX5yZNsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MmRiww53ROU/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCX5yZNsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MmRiww53ROU/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528030414781363906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCXUbWxFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IwLFThZwLr4/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCXUbWxFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IwLFThZwLr4/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528030404752622674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCWz-ChCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vICJD82erB0/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCWz-ChCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vICJD82erB0/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528030396039726114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainers did not get in the water with Shamu. Some friends of ours said that they didn't get in at the San Antonio show either. I guess they have completely taken it out of the show since, "the incident". Can't say I blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan even got a picture with Shamu in costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeC39biYmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RNS4iJN5-fM/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeC39biYmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RNS4iJN5-fM/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528030965515051618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and got to see a lot of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDgKGuG-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/-aLNiXj8p-4/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDgKGuG-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/-aLNiXj8p-4/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528031656112167906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDfslPKbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QS_uh2jl8ac/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDfslPKbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QS_uh2jl8ac/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528031648187099570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDhC0Rz-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/L1-hRYy9Jbo/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDhC0Rz-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/L1-hRYy9Jbo/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528031671335636962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDgxSNs_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/I7gr8QEHDds/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeDgxSNs_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/I7gr8QEHDds/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528031666629358578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Raegan a stuffed penguin at the penguin exhibit since she is in the Penguin room at school. She will be moving up next month when she turns 3, though, so I'm not sure what animal room that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when you go to a theme park with 2 small children, you don't really get to stay as long as you would like because the little ones need naps, so we had to leave after only about 3 hours there. We didn't get to see the dolphin show, but hopefully we will get a chance to go back some day. I will have to say, I think the San Antonio Sea World is better than the San Diego one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went back to the hotel for rest time, we met some friends of ours that were in town as well for dinner that night at this little hole in the wall seafood restaurant. It is called Blue Water Seafood and it was featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. It was wonderful. The fish was so fresh. I am so glad we got to try it, because it is one of those places you would normally just drive past if it wasn't passed around by word-of-mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we decided that since we did a big adventure the day before, we would just be chill and explore the town. We drove over to Coronado Island and went down to the beach. Raegan and Justin splashed in the ocean, even though it was freezing, and we took a nice stroll on the beach. The weather was just so wonderful while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEXcGUgAI/AAAAAAAAALA/8eyt_gIqduY/s1600/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEXcGUgAI/AAAAAAAAALA/8eyt_gIqduY/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528032605835132930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEXyp1PtI/AAAAAAAAALI/fLRdNs04b_k/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEXyp1PtI/AAAAAAAAALI/fLRdNs04b_k/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528032611889659602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEYKGpyxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/14pUk1OVFWs/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEYKGpyxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/14pUk1OVFWs/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528032618184559378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEY-QBt0I/AAAAAAAAALg/ai3F96cEbCs/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEY-QBt0I/AAAAAAAAALg/ai3F96cEbCs/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528032632182519618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeE_gGkLsI/AAAAAAAAALo/hgZF8fJpgqA/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeE_gGkLsI/AAAAAAAAALo/hgZF8fJpgqA/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528033294104669890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFAKnlnCI/AAAAAAAAALw/11E5g-He3rA/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFAKnlnCI/AAAAAAAAALw/11E5g-He3rA/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528033305517464610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEYj8okUI/AAAAAAAAALY/hmBy76cgP6g/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeEYj8okUI/AAAAAAAAALY/hmBy76cgP6g/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528032625121857858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFA8YYb-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8SmXFHRY63g/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFA8YYb-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8SmXFHRY63g/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528033318875459554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFAfu5aHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zDt9khzTY-k/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFAfu5aHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zDt9khzTY-k/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528033311185266802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked on down to the beach right in front of the historic Hotel del Coronado. It is such a pretty hotel. We didn't go in, but I think we will need to go back and scope out the inside next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFBHfDQMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/M4ctvyRKkP4/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeFBHfDQMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/M4ctvyRKkP4/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528033321856221378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeHZABfuVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/B0_TjOMACQo/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeHZABfuVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/B0_TjOMACQo/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528035931193325906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeHY58WGRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/331-cu0Me6Y/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeHY58WGRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/331-cu0Me6Y/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528035929561110802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeHYsl1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gV7xIuCIZYo/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeHYsl1ZSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gV7xIuCIZYo/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528035925977031970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this wonderful French cafe for lunch called , Tartine. It overlooked the bay facing San Diego. Justin ordered a cappucino and I had a glass of wine. We split a Croque Monsier, a yummy cheese and fruit tray, and a Creme Brulee, although Raegan ate most of the dessert. I just loved the feel of the restaurant. We will definetly go back there next time we are in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the hotel again for naptime. Justin went and toured the USS Midway while the girls napped. Then we got up and headed down to Seaport Village across from our hotel for some exploring and dinner. We were able to stroll down by the marina and then eat in an open air food court. Raegan and her friend Liberty rode the carousel, but we didn't get any pictures of it because it was seriously the fastest carousel I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we woke up, and since we had been eating mediocre breakfasts at the Embassy Suites, we checked out of the hotel and stopped at Richard Walker's Pankcake House for breakfast. There were way too many yummy looking options. I ordered a banana crepe, and Justin ordered bacon waffles. Oh my goodness, the waffles were to die for. Yet another restuarant we will be going back to again. We seriously may just have to take a trip to San Diego again just to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was so much fun. San Diego has so many things to do. It is a little harder to do everything with small children, but it was so worth it. We hope to take the girls back again, and hopefully a romantic couples trip someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-400748731724159420?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/400748731724159420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=400748731724159420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/400748731724159420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/400748731724159420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/TLeCYZcFa0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ubWdRWMhDhY/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4634552408511453702</id><published>2010-10-08T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:58:52.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>We are headed to San Diego for the weekend. Justin has a 3 day weekend from work and we figured this would be a good time to check out this side of the country since we haven't really done any site-seeing since living in Phoenix. This will be Addison's first car trip, so I'm a little nervous about how she will do. We are going to leave tomorrow after Justin gets off work, so hopefully she will sleep a good part of the time. We plan on hitting up Sea World, and then just exploring the area and probably do a little beach combing. I should have some good pictures to post when we get home. Cross your fingers for smooth travels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4634552408511453702?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4634552408511453702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4634552408511453702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4634552408511453702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4634552408511453702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-6278062697391231380</id><published>2010-10-03T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:17:40.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Revival!</title><content type='html'>So, I know it has been almost a year and a half since I have posted on this thing, but I have decided that in light of our recent assignment news, I will try and revive this blog and keep up with it more. For those of you that don't already know, Justin recently found out that he will be stationed in Korea for a year, and our family won't be able to go with him. He will most likely move at the beginning of February. I have decided to move back to Katy for the year and live near my family. This is going to be a very difficult time for our family and we are so sad that our husband/daddy won't be with us. We are going to try and make the best of the situation, and it will definitely help being close to Mimi, Papaw, and Aunt Jordy. So, since Justin won't be around to watch his little girls grow, my hope is that I can try and update the blog almost daily with a few things we did with our day. Since Justin will only get to Skype with us a couple of times a week, he can check the blog to see what we have been up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have it folks. I'm back and ready for action...sort of. I'm sure I won't blog like crazy for the next four months because we are going to try and soak up as much love and attention from our loving hubbie/daddy and that will take most of my time, but I will try and keep up on some stuff, and then come February get ready for an overload of blogs about the most precious children in the world. Thanks for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Truly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-6278062697391231380?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6278062697391231380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=6278062697391231380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6278062697391231380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6278062697391231380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-revival.html' title='Blog Revival!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-9001035617238772545</id><published>2009-05-01T19:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:51:29.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluebonnets</title><content type='html'>So I figure since it has been about 2 and a half months since I have blogged on here, I better do some updating. Recently we had some pictures taken in the bluebonnets. We figure this is our last spring here so we definitely has to get a piece of Texas captured in photo. My friend Angi has started her own photography business and she is really doing a great job. She took some family photos for us as well as some beautiful pictures of our princess. Here are a few that we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYYbyqj-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nk8T4Q6IRsg/s1600-h/IMG_7237final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022129467658210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYYbyqj-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nk8T4Q6IRsg/s320/IMG_7237final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYYLxa3UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5IvTSzuoY8g/s1600-h/IMG_7226final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022125167467842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYYLxa3UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5IvTSzuoY8g/s320/IMG_7226final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYXyh292I/AAAAAAAAAIs/G91GOUDMwMo/s1600-h/IMG_7208final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022118391314274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYXyh292I/AAAAAAAAAIs/G91GOUDMwMo/s320/IMG_7208final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYXsgF3jI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pLsDH16_XJA/s1600-h/IMG_7189final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022116773289522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYXsgF3jI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pLsDH16_XJA/s320/IMG_7189final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYXW-nT0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/l5YMXJ1UfzQ/s1600-h/IMG_7151final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022110995730242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYXW-nT0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/l5YMXJ1UfzQ/s320/IMG_7151final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZ-25tRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fxsFy8Oyg04/s1600-h/IMG_7127final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021056548910354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZ-25tRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fxsFy8Oyg04/s320/IMG_7127final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZnbt78I/AAAAAAAAAIM/xbFOeSK2c8Q/s1600-h/IMG_7120final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021050260877250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZnbt78I/AAAAAAAAAIM/xbFOeSK2c8Q/s320/IMG_7120final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZX5FhbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PmghumtW6-g/s1600-h/IMG_7107final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021046089090482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZX5FhbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PmghumtW6-g/s320/IMG_7107final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZMbiY1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gT5j8j6xe58/s1600-h/IMG_7059final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021043012363090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXZMbiY1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gT5j8j6xe58/s320/IMG_7059final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXYx3-iSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AqjVVspp-xE/s1600-h/IMG_7045final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021035883890978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuXYx3-iSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AqjVVspp-xE/s320/IMG_7045final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-9001035617238772545?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/9001035617238772545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=9001035617238772545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/9001035617238772545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/9001035617238772545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2009/05/bluebonnets.html' title='Bluebonnets'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SfuYYbyqj-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/nk8T4Q6IRsg/s72-c/IMG_7237final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-2750185479929810027</id><published>2009-02-19T20:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:54:03.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-At-Home Mom</title><content type='html'>So, I am officially no longer working at the bank. Due to recent events that have taken place there I did not feel like it was the place for me anymore. After a lot of soul searching and a few raw emotions I decided a couple of weeks ago to put in my resignation. I gave an extended notice for May 1st, however, yesterday it was decided that it was not necessary for me to be there until then. I'm actually very happy and at peace with where I am in my life right now. It is time for me to stay at home with my little girl and take part in things that I did not get to enjoy while I was working. I am looking forward to all of the traveling this summer to see friends and family, and an exciting family vacation to Pensacola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a yucky note, Raegan has had some stomach bug issues this week and it truly has not been pleasant. For all of my other stay-at-home moms out there, you better start calling me for lunch and play dates. Introduce me to your fabulous world. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-2750185479929810027?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/2750185479929810027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=2750185479929810027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2750185479929810027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2750185479929810027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2009/02/stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Stay-At-Home Mom'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5734445735844858310</id><published>2009-02-04T19:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:43:58.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Wheelin'</title><content type='html'>We went to a birthday party for Mason Krol and he had a little Kawasaki 4-Wheeler. Raegan really enjoyed being on it, so I think at some point we may need to get her own ride...maybe a pink one. She also had fun playing with Sarah, however she didn't like it when Sarah was on the 4-wheeler. After Sarah would slide off (since she was only 8 1/2 months, Raegan would hop on to show Sarah what a big girl she was. Sigh. Kids, they are so competive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpDnFtHXfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/49cWIIPlcD0/s1600-h/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299122250380172786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpDnFtHXfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/49cWIIPlcD0/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpDnELCt0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/S1LIT5ZPfxI/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299122249968826178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpDnELCt0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/S1LIT5ZPfxI/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5734445735844858310?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5734445735844858310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5734445735844858310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5734445735844858310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5734445735844858310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-wheelin.html' title='4 Wheelin&apos;'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpDnFtHXfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/49cWIIPlcD0/s72-c/IMG_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4710120078575309466</id><published>2009-02-04T19:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:36:07.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Dog House</title><content type='html'>My silly baby loves to play in Sawyer's crate. Sawyer is not so fond of her invading his home. She will climb inside and close the door on her self. It is so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpCSVOCZWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h479xA6UwXw/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299120794255910242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpCSVOCZWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h479xA6UwXw/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4710120078575309466?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4710120078575309466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4710120078575309466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4710120078575309466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4710120078575309466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-dog-house.html' title='In the Dog House'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpCSVOCZWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/h479xA6UwXw/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8299516003004608662</id><published>2009-02-04T19:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:33:53.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raegan's First Christmas...alert!</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures of Raegan's first Christmas where she was aware of her surroundings. She was only 5 weeks old last year, so she was mainly like a lump on a yule log then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is finding goodies in her stocking. She's not too into books yet other than to flip through them very quickly, but she'll will love them some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpAaD4QM4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/EqPksWqmi6c/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299118728016835458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpAaD4QM4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/EqPksWqmi6c/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Raegan on Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpAaieFbUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ugmnq0BD6so/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299118736228576578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpAaieFbUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ugmnq0BD6so/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Precious family on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpB3P_kCuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hwRsyTRSwvc/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299120328996555490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpB3P_kCuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hwRsyTRSwvc/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our family Christmas picture. We took this at Raegan's birthday party at my parents house. Notice not only the green and red for Raegan's Strawberry theme, but also for the Christmas spirit. Pretty genius huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpBLlrakRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/F4EMehLzZ5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299119578903384338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpBLlrakRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/F4EMehLzZ5Q/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8299516003004608662?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8299516003004608662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8299516003004608662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8299516003004608662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8299516003004608662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2009/02/raegans-first-christmasalert.html' title='Raegan&apos;s First Christmas...alert!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SYpAaD4QM4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/EqPksWqmi6c/s72-c/IMG_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-8948321994491139492</id><published>2009-02-04T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:22:22.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I should probably do some updates on this blog since it has been almost 2 months since I've written anything. Well, I guess a lot has happened since I last blogged. Probably the most notable is my baby is walking. She took her first steps on December 9th, and then the Monday we got back from the Christmas holidays (Dec. 29th), she just took off. I walked to another room and I noticed she just kept following me. I kept expecting for her to fall after 7 or 8 steps like usual, but it was step after step and she just kept going. Needless to say, now she is practically a pro at walking and therefore she gets in to everything. Raegan has also produced several new teeth. She now has her four top front teeth, her two front bottom teeth. She also has 3 molars, and her fourth is breaking through, as well as another front bottom tooth. As you can guess, all of this leads to a lot of drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Justin and I, we have been busy as well. I moved back to my old position at work, and Justin got IP of the quarter for the squadron in December. We spent the holidays with both families and it was great seeing everyone. Last weekend I went on a girls weekend to Fort Worth. I went with several of the squadron spouses whom I also do a bible study with. We went shopping in Southlake, ate lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, dinner at Joe T Garcia's, and then we went out to some of the bars in Sundance Square. I had so much fun with these ladies, and I'm getting pretty sad, because soon a few of them will start moving away. I knew the day would come eventually, but with this being our first assignment, this is our first experience with friends parting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Justin and I will celebrate Valentine's Day early in Arlington since he will be leaving for a 10 day deployment with IFF to Las Vegas. I told him that they needed to change the name of it because deployment makes it sound like something miserable, like going to the desert for war or something. It does not conjur up images of partying Las Vegas style. So, since he will be gone during Valentine's Day, we are going to Simply Fondue (one of our favorite fun restaurants to go to) a week early. Then my parents will come and visit Valentine's weekend to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few postings, I will put up some pictures that I have missed for the past 2 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-8948321994491139492?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/8948321994491139492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=8948321994491139492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8948321994491139492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/8948321994491139492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-6233696298006793585</id><published>2008-12-15T19:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:48:12.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride em Cowgirl!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I swear, just one more for the night. I just had to post this picture because she was so cute. Here is a picture of Raegan on the pink pony her Mimi and Grandpa got for her birthday. She has quite figured out how to go forward, but she sure can go backward like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcIuANnFCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g8c6SrTJcxM/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280198674539287586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcIuANnFCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g8c6SrTJcxM/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-6233696298006793585?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/6233696298006793585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=6233696298006793585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6233696298006793585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/6233696298006793585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-em-cowgirl.html' title='Ride em Cowgirl!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcIuANnFCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g8c6SrTJcxM/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5850025404137436466</id><published>2008-12-15T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:44:33.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>90th Squadron X-Mas Par-tay!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from Justin's Christmas party on Saturday night. We were able to get a babysitter and go out and have tons of fun with our friends. I haven't had that much fun in a while. There was good food, wine, and lots of crazzzzyy dancing. Did I mention that all of the ladies looked gorgeous that night and I always love a chance to see my man in a suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGWK4PMlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eK4RieF_3cw/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280196066062316114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGWK4PMlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eK4RieF_3cw/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                How hot are we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGVpEzJsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pHWJ6Q_s2hQ/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280196056988198594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGVpEzJsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pHWJ6Q_s2hQ/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Hott mamas! Sharon, Kristen, Julie, Lisha, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGXLx4n3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OuZFos_DyCE/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280196083483975538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGXLx4n3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/OuZFos_DyCE/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Julie, you are a wild woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGWlyQhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AbRFv0HAUhI/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280196073284994626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGWlyQhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AbRFv0HAUhI/s320/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           All of the ladies! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGXRk2HZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y1686NTusSo/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280196085039898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGXRk2HZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y1686NTusSo/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Angi, Julie, Kristen, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed you Michelle! ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5850025404137436466?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5850025404137436466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5850025404137436466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5850025404137436466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5850025404137436466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/90th-squadron-x-mas-par-tay.html' title='90th Squadron X-Mas Par-tay!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcGWK4PMlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eK4RieF_3cw/s72-c/IMG_0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-500973188333475246</id><published>2008-12-15T19:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:30:24.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>We took Raegan to the mall yesterday to see Santa. I was so sure that she was going to scream her head off, but instead we got a really good picture of her with him and she was very intrigued. There was also a really cute pose of the two of them checking each other out, but I wanted to purchase the one where she was looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcDbnTwVrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fiRBz2M0Wr8/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280192861058389682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcDbnTwVrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fiRBz2M0Wr8/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, a few new milestones have happened in the past week. Raegan took her first steps on December 9th and she has another tooth. That makes 7 for her. She still doesn't have the walking thing down,  but she is trying. We make such a big deal out of it when she takes her steps that she gets really excited and keeps falling every time she tries after that. It's so cute and she just goes toppling in to our arms. One thing that I have noticed since she started all of these new tricks is that she is becoming more independent. She still wants her "mama" a lot, but she will go off and play with her toys on her own. That is a big step from what her normal was. She ALWAYS wanted me to be with her when we were at home. It made it pretty difficult to get things done. However, I don't want her to grow up too fast and not need me at all. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-500973188333475246?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/500973188333475246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=500973188333475246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/500973188333475246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/500973188333475246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUcDbnTwVrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fiRBz2M0Wr8/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-87642195689793343</id><published>2008-12-12T19:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:23:32.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank Ladie's Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my Ladie's Christmas party for the bank. So many parties to attend lately. I love this time of year and all of the holiday festivities, but there sure is a lot going on. Anyways, my party was a lot of fun. Everyone brought something to eat, so there was tons of food, and we had a gift exchange. Some of these ladies are vicious when it comes to stealing gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOPflzE9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uCa2OSrBfiw/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078847549215698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOPflzE9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uCa2OSrBfiw/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOQq8F8oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hGMvRDbiqAA/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078867775386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOQq8F8oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hGMvRDbiqAA/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOP0zwkdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D1IoEN8BKIk/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078853244916178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOP0zwkdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D1IoEN8BKIk/s320/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-87642195689793343?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/87642195689793343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=87642195689793343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/87642195689793343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/87642195689793343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/bank-ladies-christmas-party.html' title='Bank Ladie&apos;s Christmas Party'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SUMOPflzE9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uCa2OSrBfiw/s72-c/IMG_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-2081060634251119914</id><published>2008-12-05T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:59:57.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my work Christmas party. It was held at the Good Times Party Barn. It was sooo cold inside there and I didn't have a whole lot of warmth from my clothing. But hey, my outfit was cute and we got a lot of funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncROHsmtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JWSCQbpYWDo/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276490626847513298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncROHsmtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JWSCQbpYWDo/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncQfE9qPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xUe4wJ8CMTs/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276490614219581682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncQfE9qPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xUe4wJ8CMTs/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncQ82OZ9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3EY7TMgwAaA/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276490622210828242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncQ82OZ9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3EY7TMgwAaA/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncRc1RybI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ebsgV5IeyUc/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276490630796790194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncRc1RybI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ebsgV5IeyUc/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-2081060634251119914?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/2081060634251119914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=2081060634251119914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2081060634251119914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/2081060634251119914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STncROHsmtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JWSCQbpYWDo/s72-c/IMG_0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5076174659287841175</id><published>2008-12-02T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:07:13.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Troll Baby</title><content type='html'>Ever since Raegan has started eating table food, we never know what she will look like at the end of the meal. The other night for dinner I made a creamy pasta dish. Here is what our little troll baby looked like at the end of that meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpDETTp5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/d8-HYn3Kigk/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275378777438005138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpDETTp5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/d8-HYn3Kigk/s200/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpC9MScFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CyEVFx9sln4/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275378775529517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpC9MScFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CyEVFx9sln4/s200/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpD_9wUEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bBQGd9pxEo0/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275378793453736002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpD_9wUEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bBQGd9pxEo0/s200/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpDjRY5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mwN_VXsdBNc/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275378785751459218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpDjRY5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mwN_VXsdBNc/s200/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5076174659287841175?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5076174659287841175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5076174659287841175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5076174659287841175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5076174659287841175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/troll-baby.html' title='Troll Baby'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXpDETTp5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/d8-HYn3Kigk/s72-c/IMG_0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-3099452271135796739</id><published>2008-12-02T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:00:25.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Party</title><content type='html'>We had another birthday party for Raegan the week after her Strawberry Party. This time it was a cupcake party (gotta love themes =). We had the party at our house in Wichita Falls. Several of our friends came and brought their kids. There were so many babies born last fall along with Raegan, so she has tons of toddler friends that were able to attend. She also had a few younger friends come and they were totally enthralled with Raegan's "big girl" toys. Unfortunately my camera malfunctioned and I only got one picture before it died. My friends were kind enough to send me some of the pictures they took. I just need to get a few more, but I can post some of the pictures I have so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDb1NFzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MKESp_TBXVw/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375485219313458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDb1NFzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MKESp_TBXVw/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our delicious spread. We had fajitas, smoked salmon, veggie bars, cheesecake, and black forest cupcakes. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDP2ImyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AqHSb9FpQR8/s1600-h/Raegan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375482001988386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDP2ImyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AqHSb9FpQR8/s320/Raegan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday princess in the tutu her mama made for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDOQIPJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ULY_z46srx0/s1600-h/Raegan3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375481574145170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDOQIPJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ULY_z46srx0/s320/Raegan3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDJoyH8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0Et3M5cI980/s1600-h/PrettyGirl+in+Mirror.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375480335376322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDJoyH8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0Et3M5cI980/s320/PrettyGirl+in+Mirror.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah loved this toy. It is Raegan's sing-a-long stage. She loved it so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much her mama bought it for her Christmas. She got her present early. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmC3bamnI/AAAAAAAAADw/WFIdXYUPCno/s1600-h/KaschCaptivated.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375475447470706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmC3bamnI/AAAAAAAAADw/WFIdXYUPCno/s320/KaschCaptivated.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Raegan's friend Kasch. He is 6 months younger than Raegan. He had a lot of fun playing with Sarah and Raegan and all of the toys. Sarah was beating up on Kasch some. The girls just have to show all the boys who is boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-3099452271135796739?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/3099452271135796739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=3099452271135796739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/3099452271135796739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/3099452271135796739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupcake-party.html' title='Cupcake Party'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/STXmDb1NFzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MKESp_TBXVw/s72-c/IMG_0856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-7395851531730597740</id><published>2008-11-30T19:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:49:43.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Time</title><content type='html'>We had a fun Thanksgiving in Wichita Falls. Justin's mom and sister came up to visit and I baked a ham and made potato casserole. Yum! Raegan has had an ear infection. I stayed home from work with her Monday afternoon and all of Tuesday. Her doctor put her on antibiotics and she seems much better now, but she was so helpless looking when she didn't feel well. It makes me so sad. Justin surprised me when I got home from work on Friday, and he took me to Pasqual's for dinner (no baby). Pasqual's is a really delicious restaurant in Wichita Falls. It is one of the few nice places here to go out on a date. Thanks to Grandma and Aunt Katie, we were able to spend a romantic night out for dinner, which we haven't had in quite some time. In fact, I think the last time we got a night out like that was Labor day weekend when Justin got home from S.O.S. and my parents were here. We went to Pasqual's that night as well to celebrate Justin's return home and my belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we just spent the rest of the weekend hanging out as a family and decorating for Christmas. I love hanging the ornaments on the tree. I try and make it a point to get an ornament for each member of the family every year to hang on the tree. This year I got Justin an ornament that commemorated his graduation from his MBA. Raegan received a beautiful angel that says "Mommy's Little Angel" and her name on it, and I got myself an ornament that has a man and a woman on it with a ring on the woman's finger for an engagement. I've been meaning to get one ever since we got engaged and I never got around to it until this year. It's only been almost four years, but hey, I finally have one. Raegan helped me hang the ornaments, however she was more interested in going through the box and taking them all out than actually hanging them on the tree. I'm a little concerned about the lower ornaments this year since she is mobile, but so far she hasn't paid too much attention to them. Time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-7395851531730597740?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/7395851531730597740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=7395851531730597740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/7395851531730597740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/7395851531730597740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-time.html' title='Turkey Time'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-5779262188989129823</id><published>2008-11-19T20:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:39:21.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BZZZZZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Raegan was a bumble bee for Halloween. She was so incredibly cute. At day care they had a trick-or-treat at 3 o'clock. I was able to get off work to go watch that. She really wasn't digging the whole situation. We had to walk through dark hallways cramped with a bunch of people to go from classroom to classroom. I think she was feeling a little claustrophobic. I know I was. Later that evening we walked around the neighborhood with a bunch of friends and their children. Well, Raegan didn't exactly walk. She rode in the stroller and I pushed her. We were more there for the companionship of friends and the adventure. I think she is still a bit young to fully appreciate the whole experience. Next year she will be revved up to load herself up with sugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNmQFx4YI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dawajxo8Aiw/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270563520968253826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNmQFx4YI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dawajxo8Aiw/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNl93SbYI/AAAAAAAAADg/CNSMfn4zrkU/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270563516075634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNl93SbYI/AAAAAAAAADg/CNSMfn4zrkU/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNltlmSDI/AAAAAAAAADY/htMNKTK7oGg/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270563511706470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNltlmSDI/AAAAAAAAADY/htMNKTK7oGg/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNlaRSkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/frtkKDMGS08/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270563506521018882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNlaRSkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/frtkKDMGS08/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNlD4rd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/iAd_1aQ9Nfk/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270563500512212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNlD4rd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/iAd_1aQ9Nfk/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-5779262188989129823?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/5779262188989129823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=5779262188989129823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5779262188989129823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/5779262188989129823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/bzzzzz.html' title='BZZZZZ!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSTNmQFx4YI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dawajxo8Aiw/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-4668933466303909940</id><published>2008-11-18T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:32:44.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Shots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had to go to the doctor today for Raegan's 1-year old appoinment. She weighed in at 20lbs. 4 oz. and 29 inches. She has grown so much. However, she also had to get 4 shots. I felt so bad. It hurt me so much to see how upset she got. So far she is doing okay, no fever, we will see how the night goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from when we went to the pumpkin patch a few weeks ago. She was not so cooperative for these pictures. There were so many kids around, she was more intent on watching what they were doing than paying attention to the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsjAho6YI/AAAAAAAAADA/NdWxEJqeaQU/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175337645926786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsjAho6YI/AAAAAAAAADA/NdWxEJqeaQU/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsi5xSR-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UFpWpfhfsUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175335832504290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsi5xSR-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/UFpWpfhfsUQ/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsiksZL7I/AAAAAAAAACw/nbUyamSdCBA/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175330174840754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsiksZL7I/AAAAAAAAACw/nbUyamSdCBA/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsiWpq3II/AAAAAAAAACo/3jDxBszzgTk/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175326405319810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsiWpq3II/AAAAAAAAACo/3jDxBszzgTk/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsh4mCWhI/AAAAAAAAACg/gHTzQMKci7k/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175318337018386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsh4mCWhI/AAAAAAAAACg/gHTzQMKci7k/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-4668933466303909940?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/4668933466303909940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=4668933466303909940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4668933466303909940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/4668933466303909940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-shots.html' title='I Hate Shots!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSNsjAho6YI/AAAAAAAAADA/NdWxEJqeaQU/s72-c/IMG_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-409652371069364036</id><published>2008-11-17T20:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:34:05.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess</title><content type='html'>Our little princess turned 1 this past weekend. Her real birthday was on Friday. I had a tough time with this 1-year milestone. She is growing up so fast. She's not a little baby anymore. She is so independent. I just love the little person she is turning into, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to Katy for Raegan's birthday party on Saturday. The party was held at my parent's house, and it was quite the spectacle. 27 people for one little girl. She sure is loved. The theme of Raegan's party was strawberries. She wore a tutu and I even made her a little green princess tiara that was supposed to resemble the crown of a strawberry. It turned out quite nicely if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIrLMQzmXI/AAAAAAAAABg/NtsqEey8K6s/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269821985247172978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIrLMQzmXI/AAAAAAAAABg/NtsqEey8K6s/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also decided to make her cakes myself. I originally thought that I would have someone make the cakes for me because I knew they would be a big project, but ultimately after trying out a few bakeries I came to the conclusion that I just wasn't going to get what I wanted from a baker and to get that I would have to do it myself. I was quite impressed with myself how they turned out. We had a little issue with the buttercream icing, and it kept melting, but it still tasted really good and the cake didn't sit around long before it was scarfed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIsnalF3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/FgULUqUzSRI/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269823569638317586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIsnalF3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/FgULUqUzSRI/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little monkey loved her cake. In fact, we decided to take the cake away from her because it was so large and she kept eating it. That didn't  go over well with her. She threw such a fit. She's not used to eating a bunch of sugar or junk food, so I didn't want to go overboard with it. Are we mean parents or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIrML8xrQI/AAAAAAAAABw/YXVU482jHQk/s1600-h/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269822002343030018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIrML8xrQI/AAAAAAAAABw/YXVU482jHQk/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan racked up the goods at the party. She received all of the noisy toys a kid could want...a parent's dream. Her favorite's seem to be a ball popping machine, a princess wand (go figure), and a ride-on disney princess car. Knowing her, she will have all new favorites tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIuO4l0z1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/entrogvhZKY/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825347220983634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIuO4l0z1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/entrogvhZKY/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIuPLB_UrI/AAAAAAAAACY/HRkYR1QiYo4/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825352170951346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIuPLB_UrI/AAAAAAAAACY/HRkYR1QiYo4/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIuOZBqzlI/AAAAAAAAACI/yOVXhhBtQXE/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825338747833938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIuOZBqzlI/AAAAAAAAACI/yOVXhhBtQXE/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that she threw the hugest temper-tantrum when I took a card away from her that she was trying to tear up. Oh yes, we are definetly the parents of a toddler now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-409652371069364036?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/409652371069364036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=409652371069364036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/409652371069364036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/409652371069364036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIrLMQzmXI/AAAAAAAAABg/NtsqEey8K6s/s72-c/IMG_0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971991806752350788.post-1814450452719023077</id><published>2008-11-17T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:52:29.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Well, I have decided to follow in the footsteps of some of my friends and start a family blog. With our family stationed so far from home, and soon to be stationed even farther, I figured that the best way to keep everyone up to date on our lives is to post it on this website. We have had a very eventful past few weeks so I'm sure I will be posting quite a bit in the next few days to update everyone on what we have been up to. Thanks to all of our family and friends that will be following the Lewis Family journey through our blog. Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971991806752350788-1814450452719023077?l=jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/feeds/1814450452719023077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971991806752350788&amp;postID=1814450452719023077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1814450452719023077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971991806752350788/posts/default/1814450452719023077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlewandtaylew.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-all.html' title='Hello All'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03980491569775397035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pW_0THcpZhU/SSIk_z8l8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eMeDYfMUAXY/S220/IMG_0738.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
