tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82053926538117487642024-02-19T19:30:45.300-05:00live - laugh - loveDarbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-79217648415196241332011-07-05T12:44:00.002-04:002011-07-11T08:04:29.130-04:002 years2 years..<br /><div><br /></div><div>2 years ago, I held a crying newborn for the very first time.</div><div>{I can't believe I'm sharing this photo, and having it as the first picture of a post, for that matter. This is what you look like after 20 hours of labor & a c-section!}</div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/94/27836af3e1ef492a9de75746888e9152/l.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>2 years ago, we changed our first poopy diapers</div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://a1.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/105/3b308de3146340e9a20fe57e03bd99b8/l.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>2 years ago, we welcomed the newest addition to our family into our home</div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/79/b70b45d53d5042be9b8146fcbc17872f/l.jpg" alt="..Madden was so excited to finally meet his " /></div><div><br /></div><div>2 years ago, this little ray of sunshine changed my life in more ways than I could ever imagine</div><div><img style="width: 265px; height: 353px;" src="http://a1.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/97/63e03e557409401f818b9c0596525f30/l.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="http://a4.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/70/7ec7b56d17c0499198cd9ee0ab380e6f/l.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://a3.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/84/2968fc4a2d4f4e3b98803ed839f86721/l.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="http://a4.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/92/c3fca4045eb5429d867184a29c7faa64/l.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2 years ago, I had no idea what the next 2 years would bring. Joy when she was happy, heartache when she was crying and nothing I did would make her feel better, unconditional love whenever I see her face. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so proud of the little girl my baby is turning out to be. I couldn't have asked for a better child and I thank God every day for her. She's such a blessing and really turned my life around. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday to my beautiful, perfect, sweet, wonderful little lady. I wouldn't trade these last 2 years for anything.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 291px; height: 386px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270999_10150707612305650_700135649_19838103_598410_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264001_10150707615875650_700135649_19838158_3476335_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269731_10150707615310650_700135649_19838144_7395569_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 313px; height: 380px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264752_10150707626150650_700135649_19838339_5006630_n.jpg" /></div><div><br />Happy Birthday, Sweetpea!<br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-82585213304006799112011-06-29T09:38:00.004-04:002011-06-29T13:05:14.239-04:00Goodbye, Hello<span style="font-size:85%;">Inspired by Little Miss Momma's <a href="http://www.littlemissmomma.com/2011/06/hello-summer.html">Hello Summer</a> post.</span><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Goodbye, Spring.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/189936_10150440438245650_700135649_17982136_2327407_n.jpg" /></div><div>Goodbye, jackets on the train</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216892_10150554634010650_700135649_18400274_2282615_n.jpg" /></div><div>Goodbye, pool cover.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 289px; height: 385px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/255131_10150665140920650_700135649_19536251_5301840_n.jpg" /></div><div>Goodbye, rain (although, we're still holding onto our rain boots and wearing them every day, just because)</div><div><br /></div><div>{I am so embarrassed at the lack of Spring pictures I have. I had lost my camera so therefore couldn't take pictures. Oops}</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hello, Summer!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261531_10150695314060650_700135649_19671857_514859_n.jpg" /></div><div>Hello, first ice cream cone!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 296px; height: 395px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269792_10150695328760650_700135649_19672018_3708097_n.jpg" /></div><div>Hello, reading books with the AC on blast (this is our favorite book - My Little Girl by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260293_10150695347040650_700135649_19672229_72112_n.jpg" /></div><div>Hello, summer love!<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/271045_10150695345195650_700135649_19672200_3568162_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 389px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/271045_10150695345195650_700135649_19672200_3568162_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hello, relaxation in the sand<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/262643_10150695363270650_700135649_19672434_7355534_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/262643_10150695363270650_700135649_19672434_7355534_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hello, bumble bee!<br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270587_10150695366020650_700135649_19672469_7767604_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270587_10150695366020650_700135649_19672469_7767604_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hello, secret hideout at the park!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263771_10150695366565650_700135649_19672475_2773649_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 386px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263771_10150695366565650_700135649_19672475_2773649_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hello, pool!<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264886_10150695366690650_700135649_19672476_6636933_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264886_10150695366690650_700135649_19672476_6636933_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Hello, water baby!<br /><br />Our Summer To-Do List:<br />1. Take a family trip to the New England Aquarium<br />2. Go to a baseball game<br />3. Make homemade ice cream<br />4. Compile a list of recipes to make before summer is over<br />5. Go to the farmer's market<br />6. Make s'mores<br />7. Build sandcastles and play on the beach until sunset<br />8. Go bug catching<br />9. Go to a fair or festival.<br />10. Have a picnic with a friend.<br />11. Host a small family get together<br />12. Go for a walk on the boulevard after the sun goes down<br />13. Play with sidewalk chalk<br />14. Make water balloons<br />15. Go to a museum<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" /></div></div>Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-67540391112689100502011-06-19T23:46:00.003-04:002011-06-29T09:38:46.096-04:00Father's Day<div style="text-align: center;">Today is a day where we take some time to appreciate the Fathers in our lives.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Ever since I was 13, this holiday has been <span style="font-style: italic;">kinda tough</span> for me. The first year, it was <span style="font-size:130%;">unbearable</span>.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I cried. A lot.</span><br />"It's not fair" "I wasn't ready to say goodbye" "Why did he have to die?"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was sad. I was angry. These feelings stayed for a long time.<br /><br />11 years later, the pain is still there. The wound isn't as fresh, but it still hurts.<br />I feel like my father is missing out on so much. Every milestone Aubrey reaches, I feel a little sting because he isn't here to witness it. I know he'd be so proud.<br /><br />He'd spoil her. Love her. Pull her out of school on random days to go play video games. Say yes when we say no. All the things he used to do to me to make me feel extra special.<br /><br /><br />I feel sorry for Aubrey. Sorry that she never got the chance to meet him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />But at the same time, her daddy reminds me so much of my dad that I feel like, sometimes, he's still here with us.<br /><br />So even though he drives me crazy<br />can never be serious<br />turns everything into a joke<br />chews too loud</div><div style="text-align: center;">steals the blankets<br />watches boring movies<br />doesn't like coffee<br />and is the pickiest eater I know..<br /><br />..I realize how blessed Aubrey & I are to have him in our lives and I wouldn't change anything.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/16137_353567555649_700135649_10318667_2637837_n.jpg" /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 278px; height: 379px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/66989_10150288771005650_700135649_15550126_8387916_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/64683_10150279976020650_700135649_15378407_943446_n.jpg" /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 333px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/47262_10150256697335650_700135649_14859727_6155749_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Fathers Day, babycakes.<br />So happy that you're ours :)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" /></div>Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-27065027490463072272011-06-12T03:09:00.002-04:002011-06-12T04:16:02.365-04:00She said "Baby, it's 3am.. I must be lonely"What a weekend.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I won't go into a ton of crazy detail but I spent a good part of yesterday afternoon at the hospital because I had this constant chest pain. I finally got released at around 5:30 after the doctor chalked it up to a bad chest sprain (what!? leave it to me to sprain my chest). I had Keith drop me off/pick me up because I was in too much pain to drive, so when he & Aubrey got to the hospital we went to Target to get a prescription filled but of course the pharmacy was closed already. Sigh.<br /><br />We decided to have a relaxing night in since I'm out of work til Monday and I never have the weekend off (of course, when we drove by my work on the way to Target it was packed so I probably would have made some pretty decent money. Double sigh). We threw a pizza in the oven and watched Extreme Couponing. I got Keith <span style="font-style: italic;">hooked</span> on this show and now when it's on he tells Aubrey "watch this, Aubrey.. this is what mama is going to do".. if you say so! I would so love to get into doing this but I wouldn't be able to go as um, extreme as these ladies.. but we did save $10 on a $40 purchase when we went to the store yesterday morning and I barely even tried so it's definitely something I want to get into!<br /><br /><br />But anyway, I realized that I never made a post about our trip to a local theme park. It was Aubrey's first time going and of course, I couldn't find my camera so I actually made Keith go to Walmart before we made the drive and I got a couple disposable cameras (yeah, I went there). Once I get them developed I'll have to scan them in. I did manage to get a couple on my phone..<br /></div><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/251683_10150637811445650_700135649_19212894_2753042_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/251683_10150637811445650_700135649_19212894_2753042_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Keith absolutely despises the headbands that I put on her but I just can't resist!<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248557_10150637935625650_700135649_19214141_8288921_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248557_10150637935625650_700135649_19214141_8288921_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We road on the Canobie Express, a train that takes you on a ride through the whole park.<br /><br />Aubrey had a ton of fun going on all of the kiddie rides and we can't wait to take her back this summer!<br /><br /><br />I'll leave you with a picture of my adorable little cheerleader:<br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249885_10150645012685650_700135649_19302313_6401620_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249885_10150645012685650_700135649_19302313_6401620_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />"Goooo Red Sox!"<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-56383814664496600602011-06-08T23:47:00.008-04:002011-06-12T04:20:18.028-04:00As the years go by, our friendship will never die ♥<div style="text-align: center;">This past weekend I attended a baby shower.. but not just any old baby shower.. but one to honor my best friend of 22 years!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/251185_10150647348240650_700135649_19324669_8313367_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/251185_10150647348240650_700135649_19324669_8313367_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title=""><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></a><br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250588_10150647347915650_700135649_19324663_354402_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250588_10150647347915650_700135649_19324663_354402_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/254370_10150647350710650_700135649_19324715_7865932_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 380px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/254370_10150647350710650_700135649_19324715_7865932_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252947_10150642338315650_700135649_19267335_7326028_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 380px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252947_10150642338315650_700135649_19267335_7326028_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When we were kids, Laura & I always talked about how cool it would be to grow up and have babies together so they could be best friends just like us. Our kids would grow up to be inseparable and play truth or dare. Maybe Aubrey will dare Callie to run outside in a blizzard with no shoes and a sports bra, or maybe Callie will break the arm off of one of Aubrey's expensive dolls.<br />Perhaps they'll<br />stay up all night eating nothing but party mix and popsicles.<br />get the cops called on them multiple times for loud music.<br />fall asleep in class<br />eat Chinese food for free every weekend<br />walk 2 hours to the nearest Wendys for green ketchup<br />make Tuna Helper because they heard it was their crush's favorite food<br />(not that we did any of those things!)<br /><br />Even though Aubrey will be 2 years old when Laura's little girl is born, I know they're going to be best friends just like us.. before I know it we'll be taking turns hosting sleepovers and going to the park and eventually they'll be old enough to tie up the phone lines for hours at a time talking about the boys they like and planning their next big adventures.. just like their mommas did when they were kids.<br /><br />I'm so thrilled for Laura and I can't wait to meet Baby Callie!<br /><br />Blast from the past..<br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/16137_353678610649_700135649_10318929_3707880_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/16137_353678610649_700135649_10318929_3707880_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" /></div>Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-25636911108942970962011-05-19T12:02:00.002-04:002011-05-19T12:15:58.180-04:00New homeI've been MIA for a while, but for good reason. To make a long story short, we found out that our old place was infested with mold.. starting in the bathroom and spreading all the way into Aubrey's room which could explain why she was getting so sick all winter. I immediately called and spoke to our building manager and after a couple weeks of being tossed around and ignored, Mama Bear showed her claws. I wanted no part of living there and demanded they either put us in a hotel while they fixed the problem or they move us.<br /><br />Last weekend, we moved into our new home and we couldn't be happier. I still have unpacking and decorating to do, and I also have to find my camera cord.. but I promise to share pictures as soon as I can :)<br /><br /><br />In other news, Aubrey has been a little chatty Kathy lately, saying words such as "sneaky", "baby", "Aubrey" and even "dinosaur" (?!?!). She has also started going to a toddler group once a week and she loves it. I can't believe she's going to be 1.5 months. We decided on a date for her party and we even have a super special day planned out for her actual birthday. :)<br /><br />I need to go catch up on everyone's lives :)<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-3220315461461365012011-04-28T11:57:00.001-04:002011-05-19T12:01:14.526-04:00Easter<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Growing up, Easter was always kind of like a second Christmas for me. The Easter bunny loaded up my basket with CDs, movies, toys... and when I was 13 I got<span style="font-size:large;"> the best surprise ever</span> at the bottom of my basket: tickets to see the Backstreet Boys in Boston.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >While Aubrey definitely did not get tickets to see the Backstreet Boys (which, at this point in time would really be "NKOTBSB"), the Easter bunny was pretty good to her!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217784_10150569399690650_700135649_18562394_5872813_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217784_10150569399690650_700135649_18562394_5872813_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217227_10150571860290650_700135649_18604952_1137563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/217227_10150571860290650_700135649_18604952_1137563_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222010_10150571860905650_700135649_18604969_4146672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222010_10150571860905650_700135649_18604969_4146672_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Easter pedicure!</span><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215652_10150571862535650_700135649_18605017_3606244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215652_10150571862535650_700135649_18605017_3606244_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" ></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Striking a pose in her dress</span><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215517_10150571863090650_700135649_18605036_2028622_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215517_10150571863090650_700135649_18605036_2028622_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >She has been taking her baby with her EVERYWHERE lately. Her big gift for her birthday this year will be a huge hit (but that's for another day)</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222308_10150571863235650_700135649_18605041_4036889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222308_10150571863235650_700135649_18605041_4036889_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" ><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Opening her eggs!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216357_10150571863540650_700135649_18605052_6387756_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216357_10150571863540650_700135649_18605052_6387756_n.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="320" /> </a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" > We ran out of wine glasses, so Keith embraced his inner <i>white trash</i> and drank his wine out of a Solo cup ♥</span><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222439_10150571864010650_700135649_18605066_1141744_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/222439_10150571864010650_700135649_18605066_1141744_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >We had a wonderful Easter dinner with my side of the family.. complete with a delicious ham with my mom's famous ham sauce (Easter isn't complete without it!), brocolli & cheese, veggies, mashed potatoes, and of course.. the biscuits. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Getting her sillies out with her Auntie:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221687_10150571864635650_700135649_18605077_4643644_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/221687_10150571864635650_700135649_18605077_4643644_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >We ended the day at my father-in-law's</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216162_10150571866745650_700135649_18605123_7913081_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216162_10150571866745650_700135649_18605123_7913081_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >We had a second dinner while we were there and by the time dessert came around we were all stuffed!</span><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" > I hope you all had a wonderful Easter (or if you don't celebrate, I hope it was just a wonderful weekend in general!) </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" /><br /></div>Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-80064508704333853212011-04-14T11:55:00.001-04:002011-05-19T12:02:24.171-04:00Beach Baby<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Ever since I was a kid, I have loved the beach. I could find any reason to go there at any time of year..</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Summer? The obvious reasons - to walk the strip, eat funnel cake, lay in the sand and tan, and when I was feeling really adventurous and have my sister-in-law (who also doubles as one of my bffs) in tow, <span style="font-size:large;">we take boogey boards and brave the freezing cold Atlantic ocean</span>.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Fall/Winter? Even though pretty much nothing is open, I have been known to take a road trip with a friend or two just to get the pizza that Hampton Beach is famous for -<a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/cristys-pizza-hampton"> Cristy's Pizza.</a> And of course, to do the occasional cartwheel in the sand..</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >Spring? Well.. after a long winter, sometimes New England weather gets<span style="font-size:large;"> kinda crazy</span> and we get a random day in April where the temperature gets up to 80 and Christina & I just can't wait any longer for a day at the beach.. Well, Monday was one of those days..</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215954_10150554648715650_700135649_18400521_1085247_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215954_10150554648715650_700135649_18400521_1085247_n.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208300_10150554651110650_700135649_18400562_8059982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208300_10150554651110650_700135649_18400562_8059982_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205448_10150554651830650_700135649_18400573_5443271_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205448_10150554651830650_700135649_18400573_5443271_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216362_10150554653670650_700135649_18400604_483668_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216362_10150554653670650_700135649_18400604_483668_n.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206933_10150554644440650_700135649_18400439_392388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206933_10150554644440650_700135649_18400439_392388_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216435_10150554645005650_700135649_18400455_5046563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216435_10150554645005650_700135649_18400455_5046563_n.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206265_10150554653315650_700135649_18400599_3012685_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206265_10150554653315650_700135649_18400599_3012685_n.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >I wasn't too sure what to expect this time around, since she wanted <span style="font-size:large;">nothing</span> to do with the water last year. Even if I was holding her she would cry whenever the tide came over my toes. But now, I barely have enough time to apply <i>a gallon</i> of sunscreen on her before she goes off and running toward the water. I definitely have my work cut out for me this year! </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,";" >I mean really, <span style="font-size:large;">who goes to the beach to relax, anyway</span>? Everyone knows that's what the ride home is for:</span><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215517_10150554656765650_700135649_18400642_357749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/215517_10150554656765650_700135649_18400642_357749_n.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" /><br /></div>Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-89005208319830640372011-03-22T22:27:00.002-04:002011-03-22T22:43:37.307-04:00Boston Children's MuseumLast week, I took Aubrey to the Boston Children's Museum and we had a <span style="font-style: italic;">blast</span>. Goldie tagged along and made it that much more fun. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189936_10150440438245650_700135649_17982136_2327407_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189936_10150440438245650_700135649_17982136_2327407_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was really skeptical of the train ride. Aubrey is NOT a fan of sitting in a parked stroller and I couldn't exactly let her run up & down the aisles.. but she did pretty well.<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198225_10150440438625650_700135649_17982142_2325701_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 395px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/198225_10150440438625650_700135649_17982142_2325701_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />See? She isn't amused.<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200780_10150440439625650_700135649_17982156_6959219_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200780_10150440439625650_700135649_17982156_6959219_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />She loved the bubble room!<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190213_10150440440235650_700135649_17982170_4876197_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190213_10150440440235650_700135649_17982170_4876197_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Climbing is what Aubreys do best!<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189209_10150440440675650_700135649_17982178_1798497_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189209_10150440440675650_700135649_17982178_1798497_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The museum had a whole room dedicated to Arthur (you know, the little aardvark from when we were kiddos?).. though I think we enjoyed it more than she did.<br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/196865_10150440440855650_700135649_17982180_6811784_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/196865_10150440440855650_700135649_17982180_6811784_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Splashing in the water <3 <br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188288_10150440444355650_700135649_17982251_6855296_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188288_10150440444355650_700135649_17982251_6855296_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Aubrey channeling her inner Isa.. (this is her favorite Dora episode)<br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jXIhKDQi-wE" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200669_10150440444885650_700135649_17982258_2372923_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200669_10150440444885650_700135649_17982258_2372923_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Speaking of Dora, she managed to spot the <span style="font-style: italic;">only</span> Dora toy in the museum gift shop.. a huge bubble wand! After seeing how excited she got seeing all of the bubbles in the bubble room, I couldn't say no to her excited face.<br /><br />We had a wonderful time and I can't wait to take her back once the weather gets <span style="font-style: italic;">a little bit</span> warmer.. because, as you can see, it was a bit chilly this time around!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-65091180380133746912011-03-03T23:08:00.003-05:002011-03-03T23:31:25.638-05:0010 steps<span style="font-weight: bold;">All mommas</span> have been there. You get your kiddo a cute outfit, or want to remember a special day by taking a picture. You have an image in your head of how everything will turn out.. so you fight with your wee one to get the shirt over their head.. then trying to get the first leg into a pair of pants while the other is kicking. Then it's time for hair, especially for mommas with little girls. You get it just perfect in a little bow and sit them down. Then it starts... the 10 steps to taking a successful picture. In this case, I'd like to bring you... Valentine's Day.<br /><br />Step 1: "Oh crap, wasn't expecting that!"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/184633_10150423062640650_700135649_17794130_4681914_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 483px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/184633_10150423062640650_700135649_17794130_4681914_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 2: "Maybe if I don't look, she'll stop"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190003_10150423062820650_700135649_17794132_1587647_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 506px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190003_10150423062820650_700135649_17794132_1587647_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 3: "Seriously mom, stop"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/189411_10150423063035650_700135649_17794137_6034853_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="https://s-hphotos-ash4.fbcdn.net/189411_10150423063035650_700135649_17794137_6034853_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 4: "Ha-ha-ha HA ha! You can't get my picture!"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/189071_10150423063175650_700135649_17794140_7909125_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 380px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/189071_10150423063175650_700135649_17794140_7909125_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 5: "Will you just GIVE UP ALREADY?"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/189647_10150423063340650_700135649_17794143_4184966_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 380px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/189647_10150423063340650_700135649_17794143_4184966_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 6: "I don't care how cute you say I look. I won't do it!"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/184379_10150423063510650_700135649_17794146_4886091_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 381px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/184379_10150423063510650_700135649_17794146_4886091_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 7: "Oh look, a bow!"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190453_10150423063645650_700135649_17794147_1381132_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 494px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190453_10150423063645650_700135649_17794147_1381132_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 8: "Hahaha! You'll never get it back!"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/184687_10150423063950650_700135649_17794152_2277437_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 497px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/184687_10150423063950650_700135649_17794152_2277437_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 9: "Okay, okay.. I guess I'll put it back in"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190424_10150423064125650_700135649_17794153_7328266_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 360px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190424_10150423064125650_700135649_17794153_7328266_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Step 10: "Alright, mom, ONE picture if it means this is over!"<br /><a href="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190218_10150423064315650_700135649_17794155_2218673_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 506px;" src="https://s-hphotos-snc6.fbcdn.net/190218_10150423064315650_700135649_17794155_2218673_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-80881634512621765472011-02-13T00:45:00.004-05:002011-05-19T11:45:27.718-04:00Busy bee<span>It's been a busy couple of weeks. Let's recap!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/56/03/dbf994f717c7__1297572166000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/56/03/dbf994f717c7__1297572166000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Went to a toga party with Amanda.. gave smooches to Baby Peter ♥</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/54/2d/b3de2d51062a__1297572273000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/54/2d/b3de2d51062a__1297572273000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Aubrey smooches too! What can I say, babies make good smooch targets ;)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/c7/13/95b36eb5fea9__1297572564000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/c7/13/95b36eb5fea9__1297572564000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Sometimes, I think Keith & I have more fun with Aubrey's bath crayons than she does. We like to write each other messages when we take showers. Clearly Keith didn't say I eat pancakes for breakfast, but you get the picture. We really do love each other, I promise.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/75/0b/0ba281c11829__1297572580000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 286px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/75/0b/0ba281c11829__1297572580000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>What better way to start February than by coloring a new page on the calendar?<br /></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/75/00/df5b471fed0c__1297573664000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/75/00/df5b471fed0c__1297573664000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Gone are the days when she would actually SIT STILL for a picture.. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/42/29/bd13fdadb085__1297573603000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/42/29/bd13fdadb085__1297573603000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />♥ Pigtails!<br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/b6/f0/a8a3360731ac__1297573730000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/b6/f0/a8a3360731ac__1297573730000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Is it Spring yet?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo10/4e/f9/f0a27058c0e3__1296569336000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo10/4e/f9/f0a27058c0e3__1296569336000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>"But I'm.... not... slee....py..zzzzz"<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo32/f8/b7/3691359333d3__1297573955000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo32/f8/b7/3691359333d3__1297573955000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Starbucks!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo28/32/b8/7f496a18efb4__1297573981000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo28/32/b8/7f496a18efb4__1297573981000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Waiting for Daddy to get out of work with Dora & Boots!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/82/be/4b4bebab8a18__1297574160000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/82/be/4b4bebab8a18__1297574160000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Aubrey's new POTTY! (Don't worry, I won't be one of THOSE moms that takes pictures of their childs first potty trip) She was actually really cranky when we finally got home and tried to get her to sit on it. Little did I know what was right around the corner...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/c0/98/5bd45ce9d1b0__1297574009000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/c0/98/5bd45ce9d1b0__1297574009000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Doctor's visit? Boooo<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/8a/73/37cb51b3b0b8__1297574331000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/8a/73/37cb51b3b0b8__1297574331000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Super delish football cupcakes I made for Superbowl Sunday!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/c8/69/6b500f2e5b8c__1297574590000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/c8/69/6b500f2e5b8c__1297574590000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>We ended up leaving the party we were at early because Aubrey was absolutely miserable.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/63/df/987715b56ef7__1297574686000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/63/df/987715b56ef7__1297574686000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Today marks 2 years since Keith & I got married!! He took the day off (as well as tomorrow), though we weren't quite expecting to spend it with our sick baby at the doctor's office.. they did a couple tests to test for RSV and the flu, and while we waited for the results to come in, we had to get x-rays done of her chest. Turns out, she has the flu AND bronchitis. FUN!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo16/be/e8/54b2a9e9433f__1297574709000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo16/be/e8/54b2a9e9433f__1297574709000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>This is what over $80 in prescriptions look like! But I can't put a price on my baby's well being. If it will help her get better, I'd pay thousands for it.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/d1/c5/842b06d2d1a1__1296228052000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/d1/c5/842b06d2d1a1__1296228052000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>♥<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/98/92/60bd6c0eb0f1__1297574927000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/98/92/60bd6c0eb0f1__1297574927000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It's amazing what medicine can do. We went to Crackerbarrel for breakfast and Aubrey ate every last bite of her breakfast, which NEVER happens! She must've been starving after refusing food for 3 days!<br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/d3/a1/601b519e0198__1297574995000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo20/d3/a1/601b519e0198__1297574995000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Okay, no lie. My kid is a GENIUS. Alright.. but do you see how perfectly she wrote this A? The only thing I did in this picture was the circles to show her how to do it. We were at the bank. I walked over to the teller to take some money out and came back over to this. I nearly fell over.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/ec/23/3b5c9f2b311f__1297575020000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 286px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/ec/23/3b5c9f2b311f__1297575020000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>While we waited for my check, Aubrey had fun looking in the mirror</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/dc/e9/c65c58806d49__1297575028000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/dc/e9/c65c58806d49__1297575028000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span>Aubrey LOVES the escalators!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/30/b8/e73827524e7a__1297575033000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/30/b8/e73827524e7a__1297575033000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We even went to Build-a-Bear before her Doctor's appointment! After the rough week she had, she deserved a new pal. This is Mel!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/e7/66/39031fdeb313__1297575040000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo15/e7/66/39031fdeb313__1297575040000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I have been waiting FOREVER to get my hair done.. and it has finally happened. I LOVE it! There are a lot more highlights in it.. just can't see them in the picture.<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo29/7b/b8/3402b28746a9__1297575066000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo29/7b/b8/3402b28746a9__1297575066000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Keith also got me a new camera! YAY! No more crappy cell phone pictures!!<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/42/82/e726849e042d__1297575715000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/42/82/e726849e042d__1297575715000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We finished the evening at Carrabba's. I lovelovelove their Blackberry Sangria and grilled chicken!<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-55699571696685990472011-01-27T09:23:00.004-05:002011-05-19T11:45:09.606-04:00Pictures are worth a thousand words<a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/d4/f1/9ab1581a6254__1295727319000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/d4/f1/9ab1581a6254__1295727319000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/53/9f/46077e123fdc__1295832713000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/53/9f/46077e123fdc__1295832713000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo06/e0/9f/843810bb8725__1295832755000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo06/e0/9f/843810bb8725__1295832755000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/58/9f/159813e9a059__1295637920000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/58/9f/159813e9a059__1295637920000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/f7/a2/0fb47589aea2__1295832742000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/f7/a2/0fb47589aea2__1295832742000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/87/d9/70e546e6d5e8__1295832857000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo13/87/d9/70e546e6d5e8__1295832857000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/b2/11/c382087e9b7c__1295832851000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/b2/11/c382087e9b7c__1295832851000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo34/d7/c9/c24f1f2c5659__1296138713000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo34/d7/c9/c24f1f2c5659__1296138713000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/1c/b2/2e45ec8d80aa__1296138648000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/1c/b2/2e45ec8d80aa__1296138648000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo26/4f/2e/a95627b3168f__1296138590000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo26/4f/2e/a95627b3168f__1296138590000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" />Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-90168267387268898052011-01-22T15:23:00.004-05:002011-01-27T13:42:32.881-05:00Brrrr.Winter & I always used to have a hate/hate relationship. I was never a huge fan of going to play in the snow as a kid. Sure, I did it once in a while. But I never had that URGE.. the kind of urge that I get when I wake up on a sticky summer morning and think, "I need to go stick my toes in the ocean today". If I could spend every day of my life on the beach, I would be happy as a clam. But alas, I live in New England and that just doesn't happen.<br /><br />Now, I know that I had Aubrey relatively young - I was 21 when I peed on a stick and two pink lines appeared. But I did have a couple friends who had babies before me and I never ever understood why they would be <span style="font-style: italic;">excited</span> for a cold, snowy (or rainy!) day. Then, Aubrey's first Fall came around and it suddenly clicked one day when it was cold and rainy. It was the first time in months that I had to shut all the windows and grab a blanket. I took my little 3 month old bundle of joy and snuggled up on the couch and watched movies all day. That's when I fully understood. Cold weather = awesome baby snuggles.<br /><br />Now here we are again, a year later. I now have an 18 month old who happens to <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> playing in the snow. I bundle her up and we play outside til her heart is content. We come inside, I heat up a nice, warm bottle of milk for her and we have snuggle & nap time (which is always <span style="font-style: italic;">extra-long</span> after spending time outside!). She is no longer the 3 month old that was SO easy to entertain. I have to keep her busy at all times, otherwise I'm subjected to her favorite DVD - Dora's Pirate Adventure. There's only so much you can do inside with a 1.5 year old, so I decided to break out the finger paints..<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/58/9f/159813e9a059__1295637920000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/58/9f/159813e9a059__1295637920000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Why hadn't I done this before? Santa brought her them for Christmas and I guess I've been kind of afraid to use them. Afraid that her beautiful blonde hair would be a mess of blues and reds. But something I had said to Keith just 24 hours prior crept into my head. <span style="font-weight: bold;">"She's a toddler. She needs to make messes and explore her surroundings. Let her be little."</span>, when he nearly had an aneurysm because she was pulling all the tupperware out of the cabinet. They're only little for a short time. Before I know it, she'll be too cool to hang out with her mommy. So until then, I'll be happy to give her multiple baths a day when she gets finger paint (or whatever she's eating, for that matter) in her hair.<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg">Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-18017011339386725182011-01-17T11:16:00.001-05:002011-05-19T11:46:56.137-04:00Birthday: Part 2!Today was day 2 of my birthday celebration! Since Keith was at the playoff game with his buddy, he made it up to me today by cooking dinner and baking me a cake! He made kielbasa & pierogi (Polish food! Yum!). This was also his first attempt at baking a cake and he did AWESOME.<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo22/9b/ba/b31d98440528__1295366922000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo22/9b/ba/b31d98440528__1295366922000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't it the cutest?<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/1e/6f/56001295f7ad__1295367057000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo04/1e/6f/56001295f7ad__1295367057000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Aubrey enjoying cake in her new Dora jammies! This was right after she was trying to feed her Nana cake.<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg">Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-73034187721809632452011-01-16T23:03:00.002-05:002011-05-19T11:46:02.269-04:00:)Happy 24th Birthday to me!<br /><br />It was a nice day. Aubrey went to hang out with her auntie for a while, Keith went to the Patriots game. I spent the morning lounging around and playing Animal Crossing: City Folk. Even my animated neighbors acknowledged my special day :)<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/57/ee/82f5931a25cf__1295234109000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/57/ee/82f5931a25cf__1295234109000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I had plans to have lunch with one of my best friends, so I hopped in the shower and lathered up using the special birthday gift I got from Sephora (if you aren't a member of their beauty insiders club, I highly suggest it!) I scored this "Happy Birthday, Beautiful!" cake-scented body wash for free!<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/a1/b8/e135ff8ad2b4__1295366395000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 403px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo14/a1/b8/e135ff8ad2b4__1295366395000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Laura wasn't due to get here til around 1, so I had a light breakfast..<br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/d0/68/ea3411ff5140__1295235423000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo18/d0/68/ea3411ff5140__1295235423000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We celebrated by going to TGIFridays, where our server's name was "Juice". Then we went and walked around the mall for a bit. I got some sweet pea scented hand sanitizer at Bath & Body Works (LOVE that stuff!)<br /><br />I spent the rest of the night cuddling with my sweetpea. It was a really nice, low-key birthday and I enjoyed every minute of it.<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg">Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-25102710117638112662011-01-15T22:33:00.004-05:002011-05-19T11:46:16.697-04:00I really apologize for the cell phone pictures! I've been looking all over the place for my camera and I can't find it anywhere. :(<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/thumbnail/photo33/5c/50/ec533d74e37a__1295235208000.jpg?th=145&tw=216&s=true"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 254px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/thumbnail/photo33/5c/50/ec533d74e37a__1295235208000.jpg?th=145&tw=216&s=true" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today we spent all morning/afternoon switching our bedroom with Aubrey's. We set up her new bed and she LOVES IT.<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg">Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-39551157756793965822011-01-14T19:38:00.006-05:002011-05-19T11:47:09.504-04:00Big girl bed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/thumbnail/photo34/57/5a/b99d8d6162af__1295051132000.jpg?th=145&tw=216&s=true"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/thumbnail/photo34/57/5a/b99d8d6162af__1295051132000.jpg?th=145&tw=216&s=true" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today was a big day! We got up, ate breakfast, then went off on a little trip to find Aubrey the perfect bed set to help with the transition to a big girl bed! You see, Aubrey has had the master bedroom since she was 2 months old. Her crib wouldn't fit through the door frame, so Keith & I ended up taking the smaller bedroom. We've been talking lately and decided it's time to get our room back. In order to do this, we're going to have to take her crib apart. It's one of those 4-in-1 ones, so we figured "why not just convert it now?". We were going to do it for her 2nd birthday anyway.<br /><br />So anyway, Aubrey & I go off to the mall and go into any store that would have bedding. We had no luck finding ANY toddler bedding at all, so we decided to go down to another local Target and lo & behold, a whole display of toddler bed sets awaited us. As soon as she saw this one, she wouldn't stop pointing at it. It has the alphabet written all over it with animals/objects associated with each letter. She insisted on holding it instead of me putting it in the basket part of the carriage and she kept pointing at "K" for Kitty. She cried when I gave it to the cashier. This new bedding is serious business, you know.<br /><br />Original plans were to switch bedrooms today when Keith got out of work, but he ended up staying home and getting sick all day instead. Hopefully we'll find some time in the very near future because Aubrey is head over heels IN LOVE with her new bedding! She cuddled with it as soon as I took it out of the dryer.<br /><br /><img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vvp85z.jpg" /><br /><br />PS: If you were my camera, where would you be? These cell phone pictures are getting old. :(Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-21218436629356818662011-01-12T22:54:00.002-05:002011-01-13T00:20:17.130-05:00Why?So I've been thinking the past couple of days. Why did I make two totally new blogs to fulfill two of my goals for my 101 in 1,001? Why do I need a separate blog for my 365 project, and a new one for the new recipes I try? Why do I feel that I can only post -related things here? This is MY blog. I'm not just a mommy. I'm not just a wife. I'm a best friend, a sister, a daughter.. I'm my own person. I need to break out of my shell and start blogging about everything that runs through my head.<br /><br />I changed the name of my blog. This Love We Share is now <a href="http://niftymomma.blogspot.com">Nifty Momma</a>. As soon as I get the posts from my 365 blog exported over to here, it will be deleted. I'm excited for this change! :)Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-80431555374994941552011-01-12T17:34:00.001-05:002011-05-19T11:48:04.228-04:00Tea (or coffee) party!Wednesday, January 12th, 2011<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs053.snc6/168368_10150373307020650_700135649_17061315_6016546_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs053.snc6/168368_10150373307020650_700135649_17061315_6016546_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs746.ash1/163876_10150373306900650_700135649_17061313_1266564_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 476px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs746.ash1/163876_10150373306900650_700135649_17061313_1266564_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs739.ash1/163130_10150373307495650_700135649_17061324_2451561_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 471px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs739.ash1/163130_10150373307495650_700135649_17061324_2451561_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today was spent inside cuddling, watching movies (and Dora, of course!) & having tea parties while a nor'easter took it's course outside (it still is, as a matter of fact). I got this fabulous new kind of coffee yesterday and was extremely excited to try it. With hints of butterscotch, caramel & hazelnut, it did NOT disappoint! Pair that with my favorite coffee mug and a red velvet whoopie pie and I enjoyed my 7 minutes in heaven.Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-43811485984265921212011-01-11T23:13:00.002-05:002011-01-11T23:44:48.328-05:00Mommy & MeHave I ever mentioned how much I LOVE coupons? The last time Aubrey & I saw Goldie, we got coupons for a free picture collage at Sears. I made an appointment and we went today! I didn't want to do super formal ones.. and I got another coupon today for the same thing so Aubrey & Keith can get some done. I chose the one of me kissing her as the main picture, then the one of her snuggled all up to me and the one of her looking away with the smile are in the left corner and it's adorable. Then I got ANOTHER coupon a couple weeks ago for a free 10x13 and we're going to get one of the three of us. Then we're going to put them in our bedroom with the two collages on either side of the family photo. Or maybe we'll replace the family photos in the living room and move those into our bedroom. We'll see :)<br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs038.snc6/166800_10150372656345650_700135649_17051406_4068923_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 493px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs038.snc6/166800_10150372656345650_700135649_17051406_4068923_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs064.snc6/167401_10150372656255650_700135649_17051404_7978161_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs064.snc6/167401_10150372656255650_700135649_17051404_7978161_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs776.ash1/166664_10150372656305650_700135649_17051405_962496_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 375px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs776.ash1/166664_10150372656305650_700135649_17051405_962496_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs079.snc6/168951_10150372656375650_700135649_17051407_7269906_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs079.snc6/168951_10150372656375650_700135649_17051407_7269906_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs022.snc6/165293_10150372656430650_700135649_17051408_6518842_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs022.snc6/165293_10150372656430650_700135649_17051408_6518842_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs788.ash1/167851_10150372656225650_700135649_17051403_5260298_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs788.ash1/167851_10150372656225650_700135649_17051403_5260298_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Things have been busy lately. Things are finally starting to slow down from the busy Holiday season, though Aubrey was sick a couple days ago so that wasn't fun. She has also developed a new obsession..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.doratheexplorertvshow.com/images/dora_explorer_show.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.doratheexplorertvshow.com/images/dora_explorer_show.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wahhhh. Of all things for her to obsess over, the top 2 things I was praying NOT to happen were Dora & Barney. She stands at the tv and cries if it isn't on. We've probably watched the Dora Pirate Adventure DVD Santa brought her for Christmas about 20 times over the past few days.. but seeing her face light up every time is worth the constant yelling that watching a Dora episodes brings.. and I won't lie.. it's a nice distraction for her when I'm trying to get something done or just need a minute to myself!<br /><br />Work has slowed down a bit but every time I go in, I see another new piece from the Spring collection that I *have* to have for Aubrey and I have slowly started filling her closet with her new-season wardrobe. So far it's mostly shirts, both short & long sleeved, but I've also scored a couple skirts and some skinny jeans for her. I wish I could see why I don't mind spending money on HER wardrobe when I know she'll outgrow it in a few months, yet I always hesitate spending money on myself. I guess shopping for her is my guilty pleasure.. though the past couple days, I HAVE gotten myself a few things with the money Keith gave me for my birthday and it has felt REALLY good to get something for myself for the first time in forever.<br /><br />Hope you all are having a lovely week <3Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-19614461502521995822011-01-11T17:24:00.001-05:002011-05-19T11:48:24.973-04:00Pictures<a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs046.snc6/167609_10150373299435650_700135649_17061214_6870525_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs046.snc6/167609_10150373299435650_700135649_17061214_6870525_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo29/9f/26/22beb269e35d__1294870894000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo29/9f/26/22beb269e35d__1294870894000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Don't mind the Santa bib, it's what I had in her diaper bag haha)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs776.ash1/166664_10150372656305650_700135649_17051405_962496_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 287px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs776.ash1/166664_10150372656305650_700135649_17051405_962496_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs038.snc6/166800_10150372656345650_700135649_17051406_4068923_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 379px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs038.snc6/166800_10150372656345650_700135649_17051406_4068923_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today, we met up with Goldie & did some shopping. We had lunch at Pizza Hut and Aubrey discovered her love of dipping breadsticks in marinara sauce. We also got our pictures taken for free. I love coupons.Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-8026142754729006712011-01-10T17:22:00.001-05:002011-05-19T11:48:45.564-04:00Sick babies are no fun :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/7f/79/bacaae9cfd67__1294689560000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/7f/79/bacaae9cfd67__1294689560000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The day started off great. Aubrey slept til about 8. We got up, had some breakfast, and put on Dora. She's happy as a clam.. then before I knew it, she's getting sick all over my couch. Then all over the rug. Then all over the kitchen floor. Yikes. She spent a majority of the afternoon sleeping in our bed. Thankfully, when she woke up, she was back to her old self. I hate when my little sweetpea is sick :(Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-13759490976986155102011-01-09T17:19:00.001-05:002011-05-19T11:49:05.785-04:00Brunch!<br /><br /><a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/dc/7d/40581b84d43d__1294870483000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 286px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo08/dc/7d/40581b84d43d__1294870483000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I woke up this morning to Keith crawling into bed and putting his arm around me :) With Aubrey still at Grampy's, we decided to go out for brunch. I decided on an omelette, fresh fruit, homefries & a mimosa. Delicious.Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-48521296216878150322011-01-07T17:06:00.002-05:002011-05-19T11:49:59.992-04:00A year and a half? Seriously?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo07/48/be/8120a07e81b9__1294869796000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo07/48/be/8120a07e81b9__1294869796000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/34/1e/47303391f5ed__1294869779000.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 286px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo17/34/1e/47303391f5ed__1294869779000.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today was Aubrey's 18 month check-up. We went out for breakfast before her appointment and had fun coloring while waiting for our food. Her stats from her check-up are 24.3 pounds and 31" long. I can't believe how much my 7.11 pound, 20.5" long baby has grown! <3Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205392653811748764.post-28052611624502788852011-01-06T16:58:00.001-05:002011-05-19T11:50:56.602-04:00:)<a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163281_10150373275920650_700135649_17060900_4769844_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163281_10150373275920650_700135649_17060900_4769844_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today we went to the Mall of New Hampshire. Aubrey looked gorgeous with her hair done & pearls around her neck :)Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15595441157947145192noreply@blogger.com0