tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12363915515644738472024-03-19T06:56:15.529-04:00Paisley Prints on my HeartLesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-8263843547314998952011-03-18T01:09:00.010-04:002011-03-18T11:02:34.535-04:00Five Question Friday with Mama M.<center><a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Five Question Friday"><img border="0" src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" img /></a></center><br /><br /><div style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />This is my first time participating in Five Question Friday and I'm sure it won't be my last! Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and enjoy this beautiful weather we are having!!<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br />Here we go:<br /><br />1. Have you ever testified in court? For what?<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I have not. Thank goodness!</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">2. Do you still have your wedding dress?</span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"> I do still have my wedding dress! It's my most favorite dress of all time ;) </span><div style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">3. Is there a special place you like to go when you're happy, sad, stressed, etc.?</span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">My favorite place is pretty boring. I absolutely </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >LOVE</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> my living room! It's where I spend 95% of my time with my family. We make most of our memories in that very room.</span><div face="arial"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">4. If you have kids, do they sleep with you? If you don't have kids...will you let your kids sleep with you when/if you have them?</span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">I have a 12 month old and she sleeps with us every night. I used to worry constantly about what every one thought about it (everyone has an opinion), but we all sleep better that way. We could pretty much put her to bed anywhere and she'd be fine, but she wakes up a couple of times to readjust. By the time we've heard her on the monitor, she's completely awake and it's harder to get her back to sleep. Not to mention, there's nothing better than snuggling with my sweet babe!</span><div style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Do you watch late night TV?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />My 'late night TV' consists of watching shows that I have dvr'd. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"> </span>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-28316949702412264652011-03-15T00:53:00.004-04:002011-03-15T01:42:29.306-04:00One Little Step at a Time...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Today my little girl woke up like she does every morning, grinning from ear to ear and talking to our cat, Josie. I had no idea that today would be the day that she would decide to take a chance that would change her little life forever. There's no turning back now! :)<br /><br />After coming downstairs this morning and eating her breakfast, Paisley was sitting in her chair in our living room watching Special Agent Oso. I was folding the laundry that was left in the dryer from the night before, when I looked up to see that Paisley had stood up in front of her chair. She was just standing there and then, like she had been doing it forever, she took about seven steps toward the entertainment center. I just stood there, speechless, wondering if what I just saw really happened. She turned to look at me and just had this look of accomplishment on her face. I ran right to her, shouting every praise I could think of. Like it was nothing, she turned around and walked right back to her chair. I took a moment to gather my emotions, because I knew, this was it. My <span style="font-style: italic;">baby</span> is turning into a little girl. For the rest of the day, she walked from place to place all throughout the house. Each time she would get to where she was wanting to be, she would look at me and smile that beautiful smile. I can't help but feel so blessed to call her mine. Paisley is such an amazing little girl and I am so proud to be her mother.<br /><br />The video below was taken right after she first started walking. Her daddy was at work and I knew I had to catch her in action so that he wouldn't feel like he missed it.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwel0p2co90CXBHXy9Ze4uQr2altUa8GxQwjxkLhoo0MiDWtkrIyyUXM0qMmJSSh372j76xGQpOXycL0i14pA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-16492627611772076892011-03-09T22:36:00.008-05:002011-03-10T23:50:22.998-05:00Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes....My baby girl is officially a year old! I'm still in shock I think. It's funny, because I think she already acts different. She now tells <span style="font-style:italic;">me</span> 'no' and tries to make her own decisions. I took her yesterday to buy her first pair of Stride Rite shoes. Her great grandmother, MeMe, was adamant that she have a pair and was sure to give Paisley money for them for her birthday. We walked into the store and after the very nice gentleman measured her little foot and showed us our choices, I began to choose which ones <span style="font-style:italic;">I</span> liked the most. Apparently, this did not matter to Paisley. She immediately chose a sparkly, pink pair. They were not my first choice. Or my second. Or third. I would put them back and redirect her attention to the ones that I had chosen. She would push my hand away and say 'nope!' and reach back for her choice. After going through this 4 or 5 times, I realized that I wasn't going to win this battle. I know that I technically could have gotten any shoes I wanted and she probably would have never known the difference once we got home, but I would not give up the look on her sweet face when we let her put them on. She was so proud of herself and that grin just melted my heart! She wore them out of the store and she kept lifting her foot up and saying 'shoooooes'. We met a girlfriend of mine for coffee and she immediately showed off her new shoes. I was just happy that she she was happy. <br /><br />My little girl is a year old...it happened so fast!Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-20103152779492725402011-02-24T09:14:00.004-05:002011-02-24T14:36:18.023-05:00Birthdays are so much sweeter now that she is here!How could they not be?!<br /><br />There is <span style="font-weight:bold;">NO</span> other present that you could possibly want when you get to see that sweet little face everyday! We celebrated my husband, Bryan's, 26th birthday on Sunday. It began with a birthday breakfast at his mom's, then an afternoon family nap and ended with a delicious dinner at one of our favorite hibachi restaurants with my parents. Bryan and I always talk about how boring our life must have been before Paisley came into it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6MNA9m8ZsTJ2-kr5WsLWjjiMhXmgYTGovl1hpp8yYPQSlWCNh3toheJUGf9Buvbrn-55v6nahTusHg2QWoV0QtiEgY81_AyL9_dTChCmARp8hLq5lbLcht6TWMu4memNUhjTRRdX0Ng/s1600/Picture+855.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6MNA9m8ZsTJ2-kr5WsLWjjiMhXmgYTGovl1hpp8yYPQSlWCNh3toheJUGf9Buvbrn-55v6nahTusHg2QWoV0QtiEgY81_AyL9_dTChCmARp8hLq5lbLcht6TWMu4memNUhjTRRdX0Ng/s200/Picture+855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577266750043576610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0ZCsUlpnUnKxBblQDQPU2Jf5YEmChKDuQB02I_FjGyoIsWi2O3HQnZt08hTsK3AAhViRJlWd3toWA-ci07sko7mDH_0g6O2n3mwYJGh_cIxSd_OOF6dvihsPtex6fruZzQJy3jcv-iI/s1600/Picture+851.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0ZCsUlpnUnKxBblQDQPU2Jf5YEmChKDuQB02I_FjGyoIsWi2O3HQnZt08hTsK3AAhViRJlWd3toWA-ci07sko7mDH_0g6O2n3mwYJGh_cIxSd_OOF6dvihsPtex6fruZzQJy3jcv-iI/s200/Picture+851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577266744786431810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixb1tZmFAR3J2hSGZMQgvmhD4K8crG0Ew6zCegIUs348m16Jtg3eyrz_nAC6-p7o2wxuM37AUTg87gjLPAZUb3Oc5JukWZYP7DWkYTuAPXWiqg_5tfben4vn0x7PcDKhxVaxUzLoOr7b4/s1600/Picture+847.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixb1tZmFAR3J2hSGZMQgvmhD4K8crG0Ew6zCegIUs348m16Jtg3eyrz_nAC6-p7o2wxuM37AUTg87gjLPAZUb3Oc5JukWZYP7DWkYTuAPXWiqg_5tfben4vn0x7PcDKhxVaxUzLoOr7b4/s200/Picture+847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577266743209725074" /></a>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-63566205226762243492011-02-24T01:44:00.009-05:002011-02-24T02:28:56.540-05:00Thursday Afternoon Playdate...It's been one of those weeks where I feel like we haven't stopped once except to lay our little heads down at night! I'm surprised I even have time to write this blog ;)<br /><br />Last Thursday, Paisley and I met a girlfriend of mine and her little girl at the park to let them play while we chased them around and caught up on what has been going on in our 'toddler world' :) Paisley wanted nothing more than to do everything Miss 'G' wanted to do! I SO want to call her <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Baby</span></span> 'G', but that just isn't the case! She's quickly becoming quite the little lady! 'G' ran from one end of the playground to the other before Paisley had a chance to change her crawling direction :) There may be some distance in their ages, but I see a lasting friendship in the making!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEbBG6nMA1y-3K9PEUgGdqDtklW8X5RuhgK1osoM9FrEwH0Yzhxe27J7Oi0TTZyA5q60wRdi1gvhK9Hp623SCPRAswqKUHAyOMX32Vb7vyVnK4nlAR_n3B5pzNsmg394j1pcdsLvl_m0/s1600/Picture+831.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEbBG6nMA1y-3K9PEUgGdqDtklW8X5RuhgK1osoM9FrEwH0Yzhxe27J7Oi0TTZyA5q60wRdi1gvhK9Hp623SCPRAswqKUHAyOMX32Vb7vyVnK4nlAR_n3B5pzNsmg394j1pcdsLvl_m0/s320/Picture+831.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577147423751201602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SzRLjtPK9T2qmPws0WdOXl1Ao4KcE5R0DHgmN81O_rW8_GmYOpYSWsCpWcNbB3_xkZyFOhME-1IsgvoAnkFObAnchHkwFhr-vG7kjVaISRT7vnQWAwCUPZuk3_5XtCStHE4Mk4c3ZDs/s1600/Picture+830.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidn1bcwiMtMmpvdZNAKiVQacud9YYQX242APJCs_H4-VxFN9qQu4mkFZwPNxaMrwqmSTB6PkxYY9AXTirnm_LY2RUwWLNtT3hyphenhyphenoXv0o_3eqODv7Eg6El1QJdz8dfuK3DFoSjr669VBHGI/s320/Picture+800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574504924873122418" /></a><br />They are the best, aren't they? They make you feel like you're doing something right. Tonight, while we were watching TV, Paisley sidestepped her little self over to the couch from the end-table and reached out for me to pick her up. I thought she just wanted to snuggle, so I propped her up in my lap and continued to watch the show. Then, she leaned forward to get my attention, grabbed my face, opened her little mouth and leaned in for a big smack on the lips! As "juicy" as it was, it was worth it! :) She then proceeded to climb off the couch and go back to playing with her toys. I turned off the TV and got down in the floor with her. It's the little things that make you realize just how lucky you are!<br /><br />(I wasn't able to catch our little moment tonight on camera, so I provided a recent picture of 'snuggle time' with Daddy!)Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-40121536308181049682011-02-08T15:48:00.006-05:002011-02-24T01:43:57.203-05:00It's almost here...Paisley's first birthday, that is!!<br /><br />I have had an absolutely blast planning Paisley's party! It's been overwhelming at times, but it helps to know that I'm doing it all for my sweet little girl! It's a princess theme (would you expect anything else?!), so there is pink from wall to wall! I've told the mommies of all of Paisley's 'princess' friends that they may all wear their princess gear. I'm hoping that everyone will have as much fun at the party as I have had planning it!<br /><br />Here's a sneak peak of Miss Paisley's princess tutu!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz-wDaGFT6JzaeYLs1nzfeM7Npx5jLneF33o9_rS7GDk1isw3028ESIjsFzW-A7JBG5FPxIn0OKxfL5PifUpDsczxUh2JVAlg8wvgEZS2kgQoeKyTrNsnCU95sh6lJjweYN65W4ibMwI/s1600/Picture+825.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz-wDaGFT6JzaeYLs1nzfeM7Npx5jLneF33o9_rS7GDk1isw3028ESIjsFzW-A7JBG5FPxIn0OKxfL5PifUpDsczxUh2JVAlg8wvgEZS2kgQoeKyTrNsnCU95sh6lJjweYN65W4ibMwI/s320/Picture+825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577142491170123218" /></a>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-30267959363360541652011-02-03T23:34:00.003-05:002011-02-08T14:11:09.076-05:00In My Daughter's Eyes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7ELlTzQ1akoi7ov4TYOXOj756WVlBIqax-ySYm3oGrQWkAFQoX0k1zXDabSu2ziz-R7ap5W_WgGNOsXgf1eUlKLp8XkDSHrcHpwa7vEqkI60BY_Hkw5_53MXfZ2Y2ctHnhuUm3KVj_A/s1600/Picture+175.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7ELlTzQ1akoi7ov4TYOXOj756WVlBIqax-ySYm3oGrQWkAFQoX0k1zXDabSu2ziz-R7ap5W_WgGNOsXgf1eUlKLp8XkDSHrcHpwa7vEqkI60BY_Hkw5_53MXfZ2Y2ctHnhuUm3KVj_A/s320/Picture+175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571398236552205698" /></a><br />In my daughter's eyes<br />I can see the future<br />A reflection of who I am<br />And what will be<br />And though she'll grow<br />And someday leave<br />Maybe raise a family<br />When I'm gone I hope you see<br />How happy she made me<br />For I'll be there<br />In my daughter's eyesLesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-69816794083923242752011-01-19T22:49:00.007-05:002011-01-22T01:18:30.730-05:00Dawg-gone Cute!The other night after a quick dinner of cheese pizza, we were relaxing in the living room and watching Paisley play in the floor. Her favorite word is 'dog' and she says it repeatedly. If she <span style="font-weight:bold;">sees</span> a dog, <span style="font-weight:bold;">hears</span> a dog, or even <span style="font-weight:bold;">thinks</span> about a dog, she says it. I think it's quite cute. Especially since she says it with such a southern draw. It comes out more like 'dawg'. :) She would pick up her stuffed animal dog, Violet, and hug her tightly. With the biggest grin on her face, she would then look at Violet with such admiration and say 'dawg' and pull her close again. Watching her <span style="font-style:italic;">love</span> something, makes my heart smile :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvklPsZvewRGLzoCq2NOwi-AjBz_2B6Sb-izq1C0x3rwru_5OcI0Di6IKN66g08CvScKJLKtUP9nIru_TLZHxwEUDF1JidnkV-4pwI7EHQ9xZeMHyAJf45SOp4EeEBt2ElMzK0PYNcWks/s1600/Picture+807.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvklPsZvewRGLzoCq2NOwi-AjBz_2B6Sb-izq1C0x3rwru_5OcI0Di6IKN66g08CvScKJLKtUP9nIru_TLZHxwEUDF1JidnkV-4pwI7EHQ9xZeMHyAJf45SOp4EeEBt2ElMzK0PYNcWks/s320/Picture+807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564888933691341122" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mjV8KYQtaQPq3jc_GancBM7EKmePKf1h26Ld78pPx2BQQgb0XeivFdwhdZrwTWQAI_iYl_HQBGBR1xFrrWHC4yJp8PROr4KCmDQOD39Ur98oiU8cypNdvqYABEfBKvgb4sYmjrjB00I/s1600/Picture+803.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mjV8KYQtaQPq3jc_GancBM7EKmePKf1h26Ld78pPx2BQQgb0XeivFdwhdZrwTWQAI_iYl_HQBGBR1xFrrWHC4yJp8PROr4KCmDQOD39Ur98oiU8cypNdvqYABEfBKvgb4sYmjrjB00I/s320/Picture+803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564890059698042242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiJUWTqXapVGtsl8PEyMkbunlM7w_wCtW8DjUCTIe04o-eJU3GfHkeAyTVWFok3O8smZHx6NVtmpbWB5WPXbW3KjEb1Y8KOO_xP5w4xuiA9tRVXXJX516i8vj-jv42iLkvlo1TErwPJM/s1600/Picture+805.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiJUWTqXapVGtsl8PEyMkbunlM7w_wCtW8DjUCTIe04o-eJU3GfHkeAyTVWFok3O8smZHx6NVtmpbWB5WPXbW3KjEb1Y8KOO_xP5w4xuiA9tRVXXJX516i8vj-jv42iLkvlo1TErwPJM/s320/Picture+805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564890055382495474" /></a>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-70970503886664354572011-01-10T13:27:00.005-05:002011-01-10T14:07:44.162-05:00Two Dilemas...We decided it was finally time for Paisley to start sleeping in her own bed. I know, she's ten months old. This should have happened a LONG time ago. We put her in her own bed at six months and it worked out great for about a month. But then she and I both got sick and needed to use our ONLY humidifier. So, back in the bed with us she went. It had been that way ever since. After the new year began, we decided to try it again. For almost two weeks now she has been in her own crib, however, she wakes up around 4am and we go ahead and put her in the bed with us. Is this really as bad of a habit as 'they' say it is? <br /><br />I keep hearing about these babies that can put themselves to sleep in their own bed without being rocked or held. My child is not one of these (rare) babies. We absolutely <em>HAVE</em> to rock her to sleep before we lay her down. I've tried the 'crying it out' method, but the child is relentless! I truly dwon't mind rocking her every night. Don't get me wrong, this is something that I love being able to do while I still can (or she still lets me). The problem is, this has become practically the <strong>only</strong> way she will go to sleep. Is there another way that will help her 'self soothe'?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIlgix6HIUEL6m-CEalVzCPx9KJz3gu9Z3Ut0qHOynR_CoXKj-MxxN7XKFGL78e7aCWDR3FugZJSIofY6YNNP-dm0ZKF3TtaMt_ZIOS4jbzkQpULNmo6fclLTr277h-sfQ2FV_fQoFZA/s1600/Picture+789.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIlgix6HIUEL6m-CEalVzCPx9KJz3gu9Z3Ut0qHOynR_CoXKj-MxxN7XKFGL78e7aCWDR3FugZJSIofY6YNNP-dm0ZKF3TtaMt_ZIOS4jbzkQpULNmo6fclLTr277h-sfQ2FV_fQoFZA/s320/Picture+789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560634731136473202" /></a> "You're not going to leave me in here...are you?!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsO9-1VgPnxu1LAogkWUKhOIJuJ91zwpJ4UcxlUn621ODm8IbQunihxc9C0aTlN4rOCNa_1qTb6eTjb0ifHMzXI6RuhOgwpXpdz1jPSrT-AnG29-KY1UKhz-Mb6xAXX8px5vWA3_81F_U/s1600/Picture+793.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsO9-1VgPnxu1LAogkWUKhOIJuJ91zwpJ4UcxlUn621ODm8IbQunihxc9C0aTlN4rOCNa_1qTb6eTjb0ifHMzXI6RuhOgwpXpdz1jPSrT-AnG29-KY1UKhz-Mb6xAXX8px5vWA3_81F_U/s320/Picture+793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560635745019853570" /></a> "NOOOO! You're not!!"Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-14033486605508468442011-01-01T23:35:00.003-05:002011-01-02T00:28:58.550-05:00Happy New Year!!!As I look back on 2010, I realize just what an amazing year it truly was! 2010 made me a mommy to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. It's a year that I will never forget. <br /><br />Paisley decided that she needed to see the ball drop along with her mommy and daddy. As soon as it was officially January 1st, she was out like a light. As I watched her sleep, I started thinking about how it was no longer the year she was born and from now I on I would say that my baby was born <em>last</em> year. This made my heart hurt. Don't get me wrong, I love watching her grow and learn, but as I've said in posts before, it only reminds me that she's not going to be a baby forever. I'm looking forward to what 2011 has to offer, but it has a lot to live up to :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gmmC-6DbtQvqEpCwyKpjk8AK3BpoPqa8ifx1UWcC6qICvSm8lWN3HUJCXTaiPIgE1mnl0N2JF7LiwO_u0y1HEFrbFdzAE8u_z2-IYcGiWKkEhpUdzOIij-Byt89SdlxQdrZx4DEbc6k/s1600/Picture+772.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gmmC-6DbtQvqEpCwyKpjk8AK3BpoPqa8ifx1UWcC6qICvSm8lWN3HUJCXTaiPIgE1mnl0N2JF7LiwO_u0y1HEFrbFdzAE8u_z2-IYcGiWKkEhpUdzOIij-Byt89SdlxQdrZx4DEbc6k/s320/Picture+772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557455690882926002" /></a> (Paisley & her Great Beth on New Year's Eve)Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-47589643495561713552010-12-13T16:09:00.001-05:002010-12-13T16:09:48.593-05:00Merry Christmas!From, The Russells<br /><br /><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AbOGjNu3bN2YA/0AbOGjNu3bN2YOLA/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1292274418000/0/"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Mod Merry Ornaments Christmas</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">Shutterfly Christmas cards</a> </span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-10848210415495292152010-11-25T17:00:00.003-05:002010-12-04T15:20:28.969-05:00My Cup Runneth OverI woke up this morning knowing that it was our first Thanksgiving with our beautiful little girl. She truly is my little miracle. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful everyday that I get to call her mine, but today really makes you count your blessings. And we have so many! <br /><br />How can I look at this sweet little face and not be thankful?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLDyXfVmeyeqZm2yGmFUdTv_DC_-dxY6QYqHASbhHJzDFFP_kDG1Mb3vHmCyDdV13XM056q-dFE6KEwDSehaKqYd4Fw_yTJw4cftp_weKX_FVAK-p8_n4x6ZVE8IT2CoIEEq6XXOCIpk/s1600/Picture+530.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLDyXfVmeyeqZm2yGmFUdTv_DC_-dxY6QYqHASbhHJzDFFP_kDG1Mb3vHmCyDdV13XM056q-dFE6KEwDSehaKqYd4Fw_yTJw4cftp_weKX_FVAK-p8_n4x6ZVE8IT2CoIEEq6XXOCIpk/s320/Picture+530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546924386405734578" /></a>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-16592746476560160422010-11-15T15:02:00.003-05:002010-11-15T15:21:59.222-05:00It still amazes me...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-6mD0v7um0W1gO55L7ys22YDV3Ph3LGm_5OeW5tMvbkXDV17oWMdeJLOGNXn5-elq6ATGZ6DeW70XJTpB4NokBpj1PtbhICqE3GrSo4W69dFThyr-IBwpDg9z4DZaDpeADrjfaiXA0w/s1600/Picture+253.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-6mD0v7um0W1gO55L7ys22YDV3Ph3LGm_5OeW5tMvbkXDV17oWMdeJLOGNXn5-elq6ATGZ6DeW70XJTpB4NokBpj1PtbhICqE3GrSo4W69dFThyr-IBwpDg9z4DZaDpeADrjfaiXA0w/s320/Picture+253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539874207721752354" /></a><br />Every now and then while I'm watching Paisley sleep or play or learn something new, I realize, I'm <em>her mommy</em>. She looks just like me, but sometimes it still amazes me that I created (with the help of my hubby, of course!) this beautiful, amazing little girl. She makes me smile! :)Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-20539138642241017802010-10-30T00:37:00.003-04:002010-10-30T00:51:35.900-04:00My Heart Warmer & Day Brightener<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpirVYBgw2mGjiIRkRvfh47zZ_7295GVSPaaPNGQm-y1niYKRjXEt85AWz3MClx9Yfqc8__788LuGHzydf4Z0zr_C5tQxYCCgeL15xjklWc6zfMsTsctyUK1bqLEbj7UW-1c0jLHTTWz4/s1600/Picture+240.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpirVYBgw2mGjiIRkRvfh47zZ_7295GVSPaaPNGQm-y1niYKRjXEt85AWz3MClx9Yfqc8__788LuGHzydf4Z0zr_C5tQxYCCgeL15xjklWc6zfMsTsctyUK1bqLEbj7UW-1c0jLHTTWz4/s320/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533696494633748210" /></a>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-85514627535532455752010-10-29T00:57:00.003-04:002010-10-29T01:03:56.562-04:00Happy Fall Ya'll!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMddQEFcOZhmKzNSJC1q44SF8Nbwz-IJ33ibYJFgoQEkxyMXH88yYrjAM8kk158g6WvvsHhDOCZKXyh9eCdZ_2iBsNlgtVCWk2_-qqeA9sfsjypxjCEqSNAST8uVQjWBtyWpF4D_bMK4/s1600/reading.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMddQEFcOZhmKzNSJC1q44SF8Nbwz-IJ33ibYJFgoQEkxyMXH88yYrjAM8kk158g6WvvsHhDOCZKXyh9eCdZ_2iBsNlgtVCWk2_-qqeA9sfsjypxjCEqSNAST8uVQjWBtyWpF4D_bMK4/s320/reading.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533328072958262482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEezn5oFXDIm0waaTen_UjcTg3hiV21iEZTmKLuq-j7_X1XVA0NTM7JFtqAQUkV9A6SLz_6OCm_v_xrg-OcjoZf-bg0mZds6FZwr0d3-dt1segOlFaIgA7E4qSDTdcQ044PyNOFX9M26o/s1600/pumpkin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEezn5oFXDIm0waaTen_UjcTg3hiV21iEZTmKLuq-j7_X1XVA0NTM7JFtqAQUkV9A6SLz_6OCm_v_xrg-OcjoZf-bg0mZds6FZwr0d3-dt1segOlFaIgA7E4qSDTdcQ044PyNOFX9M26o/s320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533328062423266882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOeQDmpK4fG2nPTwhjOuSOwc94vPs4_zuZJVXQfsa9kjPbhyW7SO3EsUE_HCsom6HBU3iXMFrrVBkZKDaABTsGO7MwGeCXI7WRrste4OVJ6Dg-xYLHqIKzTHLGc6ZlLpZ3kWCSGPk7UDQ/s1600/little+punkin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOeQDmpK4fG2nPTwhjOuSOwc94vPs4_zuZJVXQfsa9kjPbhyW7SO3EsUE_HCsom6HBU3iXMFrrVBkZKDaABTsGO7MwGeCXI7WRrste4OVJ6Dg-xYLHqIKzTHLGc6ZlLpZ3kWCSGPk7UDQ/s320/little+punkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533328051951787938" /></a><br /><br />(Photography by <a href="http://christinavaughanphoto.blogspot.com/">Christina Vaughan Photgraphy</a>)Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-57989954244301638292010-10-29T00:30:00.000-04:002010-10-29T00:31:28.646-04:00Time flies when you're having fun...I'm <em>back</em>! After the past <strong>several</strong> months, I truly understand the saying, "Time flies when you're having fun!". And I <em>am</em>. I'm having the best time of my life! Paisley is growing like a weed and has decided she likes to do things on her own. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I know she's still a baby, but this is just a constant reminder that she's not going to be a baby for long. Which is why I'm trying to soak up each and every moment I have with her until she's "too big" to give mommy those precious hugs and kisses that makes each and every day worth living. <br /><br />My husband and I sat in our living room the other night just watching her. Watching her take everything in. Watching the look on her face when she realizes there's something new to get into. The whole time we sat there thinking the same thing. Looking at each other and smiling a reluctant smile. Because we both know everyday she gets older and it is going so fast, we want to enjoy this very moment. We want to enjoy <em>every</em> moment.<br /><br />And for the past 7 months, 27 days, 10 hours and 18 minutes...We've enjoyed every second!Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-2372236884418112102010-07-14T23:58:00.003-04:002010-07-15T00:11:15.898-04:00Such a Happy Baby :)Paisley has a new smile...Of course it's still just as precious as it's always been! She wrinkles her little nose and grins from ear to ear. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcfhjR9uklOMBmkn7z8uRPyvaloEjINBwfb8TxXoHqYBV3uM0S5m00rA1ac3WpwIZ9qrguVtHBZ9rzbMK0ihM3NKoZpSbg5VUcQlRjuEE092ZXtBJvHVthBDFthtnhkBKWVDPVnTElPY/s1600/Picture+041.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcfhjR9uklOMBmkn7z8uRPyvaloEjINBwfb8TxXoHqYBV3uM0S5m00rA1ac3WpwIZ9qrguVtHBZ9rzbMK0ihM3NKoZpSbg5VUcQlRjuEE092ZXtBJvHVthBDFthtnhkBKWVDPVnTElPY/s200/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979707293248386" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO225SWDcxMdH3sXhFlWqv7gL6eeD69_GAkZ94O2d6V0y3MP8tMkPt4CvZVg3JZc4i8rT86nNygg9Ojy5Ezf4wk5GwXnspbVesLppmzYXbr6Qes3ikcmXHmpl89oGS9awYcX34625_rbk/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO225SWDcxMdH3sXhFlWqv7gL6eeD69_GAkZ94O2d6V0y3MP8tMkPt4CvZVg3JZc4i8rT86nNygg9Ojy5Ezf4wk5GwXnspbVesLppmzYXbr6Qes3ikcmXHmpl89oGS9awYcX34625_rbk/s200/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979697957753986" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rLe802yYGKCt7aUf2yWApcJlQEc4gQu8-puh2tkyH_j8EF9xcnCYLPaxgduZRS1EftPk-aPmjadWqzCPfRtGfxCm_I5LN9YV4zT7LM52g3yOtH3saiMtZe-WX-_k1pFunls99tXqYJE/s1600/Picture+034.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rLe802yYGKCt7aUf2yWApcJlQEc4gQu8-puh2tkyH_j8EF9xcnCYLPaxgduZRS1EftPk-aPmjadWqzCPfRtGfxCm_I5LN9YV4zT7LM52g3yOtH3saiMtZe-WX-_k1pFunls99tXqYJE/s200/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493979690117136434" /></a>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-81675407904878142032010-07-14T01:28:00.005-04:002010-07-14T01:40:02.811-04:00Four Month CheckupPaisley is 19 weeks! She had her 4 month checkup today and she did great! She 'hammed' it up for the doctor! She was all smiles until the shots came and even then the tears only lasted mere seconds before she had a smile back on that sweet little face! Paisley is now 14 pounds 14 ounces and 25.5 inches long! So grateful to have a beautiful healthy little girl!<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRTXNSy1NOMlZABEbjeXQhODMBKRWZnZotCwiRA2WfDb4xL-RTqIU8Im0EnhCySqfbSCeEKUVlhtouvUAn8ks-Bhnh4Lq5pewK1pdmngfNFA5aHzLoN-js6cTFsEbxVGvkvzuAJ2A7y0/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRTXNSy1NOMlZABEbjeXQhODMBKRWZnZotCwiRA2WfDb4xL-RTqIU8Im0EnhCySqfbSCeEKUVlhtouvUAn8ks-Bhnh4Lq5pewK1pdmngfNFA5aHzLoN-js6cTFsEbxVGvkvzuAJ2A7y0/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493631537357494050" /></a> (you can barely see her little bandaid on those chunky little legs!)Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-50749151643875123602010-07-08T00:14:00.009-04:002010-07-14T01:27:29.108-04:00It's been too long...My goodness time has flown by!!! Let me just start by saying that when people told me that the first months would go by so fast...<strong>THEY WEREN'T LYING</strong>!!! My baby girl is already 4 months old! This beautiful little blessing has shown me so much in the past 4 months! It makes me realize just how lucky I am to be able to call this little girl mine. I am so truly, madly, deeply in love with this bright eyed beauty! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-QWhMWuRbJ5-uGSC3TfTCfVg-nL3qU5HLlcYFNxlaTbMboOTAXYGF60fGnKI9jLACNbr04eBfOUsuxmG-ZCA-h5FLt7emuCYy_ztNlovHRw9KCn9QDrkfcJKws5DkEoQlNTG4JQVnUk/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-QWhMWuRbJ5-uGSC3TfTCfVg-nL3qU5HLlcYFNxlaTbMboOTAXYGF60fGnKI9jLACNbr04eBfOUsuxmG-ZCA-h5FLt7emuCYy_ztNlovHRw9KCn9QDrkfcJKws5DkEoQlNTG4JQVnUk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493627781660810018" /></a><br /><br />Paisley is already on '<em>solids</em>'. About a month ago we noticed that she would reach for our food as we were eating and even open <em>her</em> mouth as <em>we</em> would take a bite. I decided to give it a shot and try some carrots. To say that she loved them would be an understatement. She devoured them and then wanted more! Unfortunately I only had my cell phone to get her first photos taking these first bites, so the pictures aren't the best quality. Since the carrots we have tried sweet potatoes, green beans, bananas, apples, peaches, squash and sweet peas. Sweet peas were <strong>NOT</strong> her favorite (she gets that from her mommy!). This however, I <em>did</em> capture!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyA0YD80i-4Un2QxPO-gbfFFj5tscUvrohyphenhyphen-m4y2ajbZjSsMKWC3qmn9k2CcWrkrg-7BXIVAf3s336jw7OUgmKgJUJm9s12FyHJhEeJal2n-oGXXY7xBkw8Qkam9Efizz7F3jAEwXhIY/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjyA0YD80i-4Un2QxPO-gbfFFj5tscUvrohyphenhyphen-m4y2ajbZjSsMKWC3qmn9k2CcWrkrg-7BXIVAf3s336jw7OUgmKgJUJm9s12FyHJhEeJal2n-oGXXY7xBkw8Qkam9Efizz7F3jAEwXhIY/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493628253894687010" /></a><br /><br />I'm definitely going to try and update this little project of mine daily...but knowing me, it may be a weekly thing ;)Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-11110543365478456822010-05-27T10:06:00.007-04:002010-07-14T01:44:20.433-04:00A Star was Born...<div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">We all knew that when Paisley was born she would quickly become the star of our lives. We had no idea that she would <em>know </em>she was the star :). Let me just say that she is quite the little diva. Drama Queen would better suit Miss Paisley! I do however love the fact that she knows <em>exactly</em> how to tell us what she wants. There is no whining to let us know that she's not quite happy...it's a full on tantrum! Is it sad to say that I absolutely love this quality of hers?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnA6hhrks1z7y8uSDLQW3qXarntfxy1Jw7-JW_8sfUOkrfxsVAbh1dGcxyzqojCQ4MMe871dq7xJevflMS_LYabIvy7mI2nogYYI9lIBAMSRQ-Cs4OeMGKg82UzARUDOdnHpXl_NgfWs/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnA6hhrks1z7y8uSDLQW3qXarntfxy1Jw7-JW_8sfUOkrfxsVAbh1dGcxyzqojCQ4MMe871dq7xJevflMS_LYabIvy7mI2nogYYI9lIBAMSRQ-Cs4OeMGKg82UzARUDOdnHpXl_NgfWs/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493633133048135826" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">But the best part of my little starlet is her smile. She has a <em>real </em>smile. The kind that can melt your heart before you have a chance to realize what hit you. She smiles with her eyes (she gets that from her daddy). She has the most incredible personality! It's like she was put on this earth to make me smile and she <em>knows</em> it!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBYtfBUUZ23_qQ9M__f6aYK-yUe0jeOFVBXDDktWWQ_kuL1AN725X-4PifInKf3pUvfRHerjFyZjfYHh-3QIEJ8KzBTHuWSpoylbJeuyZ-1Znypcw2QOqT02nm-MP-GvWiMQ2PAcDoUA/s1600/Picture+1180_picnik.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481372619068991426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBYtfBUUZ23_qQ9M__f6aYK-yUe0jeOFVBXDDktWWQ_kuL1AN725X-4PifInKf3pUvfRHerjFyZjfYHh-3QIEJ8KzBTHuWSpoylbJeuyZ-1Znypcw2QOqT02nm-MP-GvWiMQ2PAcDoUA/s320/Picture+1180_picnik.jpg" /></a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-25239390766089189012010-05-18T14:45:00.006-04:002010-05-27T10:23:49.749-04:00So Long Tummy Time...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0C1iBAB9FQqHu0FNOKqNJYlMvPQn4I_7qa74dtSjNRnn0N7XSwmDHKhTggejdpR-fZoDAykajrKr-whSi1f1nxAelML0xttc0VLb_BYnAWZ4ancX5OEakKVgNQic7BCF6ldORNmpYu4/s1600/Picture+938.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472689244970511714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0C1iBAB9FQqHu0FNOKqNJYlMvPQn4I_7qa74dtSjNRnn0N7XSwmDHKhTggejdpR-fZoDAykajrKr-whSi1f1nxAelML0xttc0VLb_BYnAWZ4ancX5OEakKVgNQic7BCF6ldORNmpYu4/s320/Picture+938.jpg" /></a>We have really enjoyed our daily tummy time with Paisley. She holds her little head up and 'talks' up a storm. She's been holding her head up since day one. I tell everyone that she was born nosey :) She has to see everything that is going on around her.<br /><br /><br /><div><div>The past couple of days when I lie her down for tummy time, she immediately rolls over. She then proceeds to squeal in delight. I try rolling her back over to her tummy and she just won't have it! She seems so proud of herself (as am I) that she has <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">accomplished</span> this task. I've been trying to come up with different activities for us to try. She's just so ready to <strong><em>move</em></strong>! Bryan and I are amazed at how quickly she has grown the past 11 weeks. </div><br /><br /><div>I'm actually quite amazed at how much <em>we've </em>grown the past 11 weeks! We can't remember what our life was like without her. She has become the center of our universe and we are trying to enjoy every second of this precious time with her. </div></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-87148796094209358902010-05-12T05:59:00.003-04:002010-05-12T23:44:49.985-04:00She's Got Him Wrapped Around Her Little Finger<div align="center">When I was pregnant, I would wonder what type of dad my husband would be. He didn't grow up around any other babies and was an only child. Now that Paisley is here, he amazes me every day. The way he looks at her and talks to her completely melts my heart. Just when I think I couldn't love him more, he surprises me again. The only thing greater is the way <em>she</em> looks at <em>him</em>! Her little eyes light up, she starts kicking her little legs and that beautiful smile spreads across her face. Needless to say she has him completely wrapped. But he wouldn't have it any other way :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxkcVA0vnJRwHs7XAGgrb09MbC_7iT4k0eptV2Z5yNH2mz6QFDekpaXtjaNZWpeFoeSnixcQpNihx2tVvmpFwOUOLJroaul_DPCGa2WMz3rbMwaCcjU0KLWUfBbU0jXtEoztPnMpWpo0/s1600/Picture+676.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470592593843239010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxkcVA0vnJRwHs7XAGgrb09MbC_7iT4k0eptV2Z5yNH2mz6QFDekpaXtjaNZWpeFoeSnixcQpNihx2tVvmpFwOUOLJroaul_DPCGa2WMz3rbMwaCcjU0KLWUfBbU0jXtEoztPnMpWpo0/s320/Picture+676.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-3157408465542421832010-05-10T22:54:00.003-04:002010-05-13T00:09:26.282-04:00My Very First Mother's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggldJfzq9CDExOSLTubgFJhVWLxumFuy8PUvWXhWvQ9SZfSpRQOe9oqhKBZHw86nA0BPudT22AqjqtG9yjXl88Dvc3qjymoW0AHHp-n9WmCg_UZJr3hBEih5WXj7o1lY46CZAclfkLQbc/s1600/Picture+1080.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470601827710783938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggldJfzq9CDExOSLTubgFJhVWLxumFuy8PUvWXhWvQ9SZfSpRQOe9oqhKBZHw86nA0BPudT22AqjqtG9yjXl88Dvc3qjymoW0AHHp-n9WmCg_UZJr3hBEih5WXj7o1lY46CZAclfkLQbc/s320/Picture+1080.jpg" /></a><br /><div>My first Mother's Day will always be unforgettable. Simply because it <em>was</em> my first. Last Mother's day I spent with a heavy heart. It would've been my first, but I (we) had suffered a miscarriage a few months before. If I knew then what I know now, I would've smiled more that day. Because what I didn't know was that I would conceive the following month. Everything happens for a reason and I believe that now more than ever because I was meant to have this beautiful little girl. Every time I look at her, I still cannot believe she's mine.<br /><br />We spent Mother's Day with <em>my </em>mother & grandmother (and some extended family). My mom cooked a huge delicious breakfast and then we spent the rest of the day in the sun. Paisley absolutely <em>loves</em> taking baths, so we decided that we would try out my parents' hot tub (we turned the temperature <em>way</em> down of course!) to see if she liked it just as much. She did. Watching my big eyed beauty taking it all in and enjoying this huge bathtub :) made my day. Watching her grow each and every day reminds me how much I have to be thankful for.</div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236391551564473847.post-40445056803324557122010-05-06T23:51:00.000-04:002010-05-07T01:24:16.108-04:00Hello my name is...<div align="center">Hi! My name is Leslie and I am the very proud, lucky, blessed, and truly happy mommy to a beautiful 9 week old baby girl, Paisley. I don't write things down as much as I should to keep up with all of the things that happen in our daily life. So, I figured since I use the computer quite frequently, I might as well start a blog to mark all of Paisley's everyday life and major milestones. I will forewarn you that I'm not the best writer and I tend to ramble on and on. :)</div><br /><br /><div></div><div align="center"><em>Now Introducing <span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Paisley Elizabeth Ashley</strong></span>...</em></div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468393906535105874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXiZln6dOIFFKkyzQMnPgMYntk5nCK35p3yWiISfa5vjPJKNeTewCrlBpDUgeTydtMLdZJnWRC2hc5GeNDrMvSQn0cS3oGY8fBNTSM_8t3_2jjqDrJ1nzcUWDV8i3dHEXIltWWEiXuAc/s320/littlest+mousketeer.jpg" /><br /></p><div align="center"><em>Paisley joined our little family on March 1st of this year. She was 7lbs 14oz of pure sweetness. As cliche as it sounds, I never knew I could love anyone more! She is truly my greatest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">achievement</span> and by far the best thing to ever happen to me and my husband, Bryan. She came into this world raring to go and hasn't stopped since. She is named after our favorite country singer, Brad Paisley (we LOVE him!). Her middle names are after Bryan's Aunt Beth and my Aunt Ashley. Paisley is the spitting image of her mother (big cheesy grin!) and has her father's temperment (this is a good thing!). At only 9 weeks old I've already nominated her for the best temper tantrum award on multiple occasions. Whoever said you can't spoil a baby didn't know what they were talking about! I mean this in the nicest way possible because I wouldn't have it any other way! She has the sweetest smile and the cutest button nose! Her daddy and I constantly wonder how we are so blessed and thank God every day for allowing us to have such an amazing little girl. Hopefully you will enjoy taking a look into our daily lives and sharing this great adventure with us as it happens!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13027270489150723656noreply@blogger.com1