tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47028620965560369902024-03-19T03:25:20.569-07:00Beneath the Dirt & WormsOne mom's (dad too) journey through life completely outnumbered by boys!Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-61760702481169673042012-05-05T19:27:00.001-07:002012-05-05T19:28:14.817-07:00the one where i break downi'm spent. completely and totally spent. fall down on my knees a mess. flat out ugly cry. <br />
<br />
that's all. Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-15316028830179865562012-05-03T06:03:00.002-07:002012-05-03T06:03:26.653-07:00the one with some random pictures from the last week or two<div style="text-align: center;">
i figured i would do a little blogging but i need to do this with as little brain work as possible. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i'm pooped. and crazy me agreed to work <i>all</i> night tonight. that means i go in at 6pm and get off at 6am. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
with very little sleep and the sickies still trapped inside me. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i'm far too stubborn to go to the dr. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
anyhoo. i thought i would share some pictures of what we've been up to lately. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddIvF3eKvhvVmJQA3_bct1yZaW6EldLg6pRLSEPLiGKS-BmME0X5cY0MOR-g6NNRBju7i0GbrRdgd-PleuvCYUGYtytiWcsr-mfUfGDfJg8wdV3oStOBmB1-blyzJovHNSrmpXEwpiWEF/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddIvF3eKvhvVmJQA3_bct1yZaW6EldLg6pRLSEPLiGKS-BmME0X5cY0MOR-g6NNRBju7i0GbrRdgd-PleuvCYUGYtytiWcsr-mfUfGDfJg8wdV3oStOBmB1-blyzJovHNSrmpXEwpiWEF/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">isn't he just the cutest little thing?! he kept bringing me flowers to 'make you fee betta!' pretty sure that didn't help with this whole allergy/sinus crap but i <i>had </i>to smell them and keep them til they withered away. he worked hard to find those little flowers, no way could i just toss them aside. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4DTA4z4TGXx_Fe-NrVWx4RRXhj9wLkrV5bzeCLFh7tifIRVs-xg-xyqGlKKjBG0LDSd1R84JUo1AO9eKkiza9kgmov3XXy-qUEjdpG1t-K0ERUZnIpigwPp_E70_6gIBP0D2s1MuX8Mo/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4DTA4z4TGXx_Fe-NrVWx4RRXhj9wLkrV5bzeCLFh7tifIRVs-xg-xyqGlKKjBG0LDSd1R84JUo1AO9eKkiza9kgmov3XXy-qUEjdpG1t-K0ERUZnIpigwPp_E70_6gIBP0D2s1MuX8Mo/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sweet relief. the seven page religion paper is done. i can't tell you how many rough drafts i did, now many times i cried over this stinking paper and so on. i despise book reports. it's all in my head but so hard to get out on paper. even harder to be sure that it makes sense. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xeUnVzHcYlEJlcWgp7vTJLl3oLtbsTIlXdSaeJSEwu_nN_fxiw95vYPhQcFJ-qUWYQ3ChqVcnvNAZpAjVQVdlqR0UHgdMls6RrUK7o5kl8TwGTPSd6nugAnot1voX55nlcIinHl5e4kJ/s1600/IMG_2236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xeUnVzHcYlEJlcWgp7vTJLl3oLtbsTIlXdSaeJSEwu_nN_fxiw95vYPhQcFJ-qUWYQ3ChqVcnvNAZpAjVQVdlqR0UHgdMls6RrUK7o5kl8TwGTPSd6nugAnot1voX55nlcIinHl5e4kJ/s400/IMG_2236.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hello love. i picked this little baby up at Sam's Club not too long ago. now just to find the perfect k-cup flavor. i've been through a few that came with it as samples but i only really liked one. but i'm still looking. may just end up using the my k-cup and my own bag of coffee. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYGtKTHmBMvcKp0lxWtLI2TwowatPJUMW-mFdCFY0NRJcN-DbC5Z3bFSxniPKE1PTquSMVSuhLzMBwtrsg4VpzFrcNrNtxKUIZbLrWD3NGgondYDxjsoc0OPmm76JCEmejd8BjL-6Flrh/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYGtKTHmBMvcKp0lxWtLI2TwowatPJUMW-mFdCFY0NRJcN-DbC5Z3bFSxniPKE1PTquSMVSuhLzMBwtrsg4VpzFrcNrNtxKUIZbLrWD3NGgondYDxjsoc0OPmm76JCEmejd8BjL-6Flrh/s400/IMG_2239.JPG" width="297" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">how sweet is this guy. when i was feeling pretty yucky he wanted to sit right next to me and be sure i was okay. can you see his little arm wrapped around my head? he kept patting my head telling me, 'i hope you feel better soon mommy.' oh he melts my heart. we were watching an episode of Americas Funniest Videos in on iPad. i may have fallen asleep a few times! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-74998692784857241112012-04-30T14:37:00.000-07:002012-04-30T14:37:13.439-07:00the one with a very long and loud sigh<div style="text-align: center;">
oh sweet relief. today i took my last final for this semester. and last final for at </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
least another year. ten classes later and i'm ready for a break. Riley enters kindergarten this fall, Sammy has one more year at home (well, really in his MDO/preschool program) and i have a years worth of </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
a breather. i was starting to get burnt out and i'd hate for my gpa to suffer because of that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
during this year off from school i'm hoping to get the house under control, spend some more time with God, the boys, my husband, family, and friends. i may not be able to last the whole year without taking classes, it's an odd addiction, but we'll just take it one day at a time. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i do plan on going back, i've got plenty of time, i hope. and if not, that's okay too. i love my job and where i work but, hey, if i have to be honest, i'd rather be working in the emergency department and i can't really do that without getting my nursing degree. can't really buy or build a house without a second income either. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but in the meantime i am going to enjoy my break from those pesky scantron tests!!! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAc2bLD3tQV5Oz6lLaobwWkphj2FVvXEc82OGckCOgg_1rGr90EHWR1qf9GUxHbCAA2-g5JW3t_QK32OTPqWquAY0KG8_8Eu3zoWNr9-aQu2dSB95QEzQRFHz1I05XczmNj4vyodT0-E4E/s1600/scantron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAc2bLD3tQV5Oz6lLaobwWkphj2FVvXEc82OGckCOgg_1rGr90EHWR1qf9GUxHbCAA2-g5JW3t_QK32OTPqWquAY0KG8_8Eu3zoWNr9-aQu2dSB95QEzQRFHz1I05XczmNj4vyodT0-E4E/s400/scantron.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(<a href="http://cwvantage.com/?p=2478" target="_blank">source</a>)</div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-76110137903922870862012-04-24T08:06:00.001-07:002012-04-24T08:23:11.925-07:00the one where God humbled me<div style="text-align: center;">
i went to work yesterday with a sore throat. i honestly can't remember the last time my throat has hurt so bad. it really wasn't that bad, i just made it seem that way. after a cup of coffee, a few cough drops, and a cup of broth i went home feeling a littler better. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
here i was, at a hospital, complaining of how bad i felt. seriously? at least i was <i>working </i>there and not a patient. i think they have more to complain about than me, yet there i was, making a big deal out of something quite insignificant. in the midst of me being a baby God showed me who was <i>really</i> hurting.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
my own friends. several of them. hurting. in a more painful way than my silly sore throat. i can't help but wonder if God is using this sore throat to show me something. i bet he is. he works like that, ya know. i've always been a listening ear for my friends, i try my best to encourage them along the way but sometimes i get wrapped up in my own 'pain.' selfish, i know. i'm human. we all are. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
several of my friends have lost loved ones, some are dealing with divorce, learning to cope with a traumatic childhood...and here i am whining over a sore throat. as i said my prayers this morning i asked God to take over and heal me, then i prayed specifically for each and every one of my hurting friends. i broke down. the pain my friends are feeling is far worse than the pain of my own sickness. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i've been there...where my friends are now. it wasn't easy and i didn't get through it all alone. God was there, my friends and family were there. and now i need to be there for my friends. i need to encourage each of them. pray for them. hold their hands. hug them. love them. just as they all did for me. just as God does <i>every day</i> for <i>me</i>. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
let's make a deal. set aside your selfishness with me and pray for those you know who are hurting. pray for those all around the world who are hurting. pray for those who are too prideful, scared, unwilling to ask for help. pray that they find comfort in our God. our Savior. our Refuge. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
ask God to bring them peace in the midst of losing a loved one. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
ask God to protect them from those who are hurting them.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
ask God to give them a forgiving heart.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
ask God to take away their pain.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
pray</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">1 Peter 3:8<br />Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and<br />humble.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30368" style="font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;"><br /></sup></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30368" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">James 5:13-16</sup></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30368" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">13</sup> Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30369" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">14</sup> Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30370" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">15</sup> And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up. If they have sinned, they will be forgiven. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30371" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">16</sup> Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-57808258870329804892012-04-23T08:18:00.000-07:002012-04-23T08:18:18.772-07:00the one with 8 random thoughts<div style="text-align: center;">
just some things....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
1.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
last week i turned in my book report. totally not proud of it. usually i think my papers are great and i work hard on them. this last one, not so much. i had great intentions but it just didn't work out. today is the day the teacher hands back our papers...graded. i'm so nervous. i've really enjoyed my religion class and my teacher is just awesome. he's a pastor at a local church and just so very sweet. very knowledgeable but not boastful. great guy.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
2.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i think the kiddos are back on the mend. sammy had a blood test last week to determine if the amoxicillin was the cause of the crazy rash that i swore was chicken pox. i'm sure i drove my pedi and his office crazy with all the phone calls and questions. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
3. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i am totally in love with my ipad. the hubster did a great job picking that gift out. he knew just what i wanted. sometimes i hate sharing it. right now the kindle app is my favorite. there are tons of free books out there. <a href="http://For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you." target="_blank">gospel ebooks</a> is a great source for some FREE books. there's a free one just about every day.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(nope, they didn't pay me or compensate me in any way for saying that. well, maybe they did...with the free books i've gotten from them. i'll stop now!)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
4.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i'm sending a very good friend of mine a special package today. i'm terrible at keeping surprises a surprise so she already knows it's headed her way. at least i haven't told her what it is...yet! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
5.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
my brother-in-law and his wife are adopting from china! i am beyond excited for them and the whole family. nothing like another little one to love on. she is adorable. seriously adorable. y'all, this whole adoption process for them has God all over it. check out their story (so far) over <a href="http://maijoybeinourhome.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. my mind is going crazy with all kids of fundraising ideas. i just want to help any way i can to get this sweet baby home!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
6.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
for some reason i can't get the idea of a new tattoo off my mind. i can't help it. i'm addicted to ink. trying to think of a design that incorporates ryan, lela, riley, and sammy all in one without it being obnoxious. i have a few ideas, but i'm not set one just yet. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
7.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
we have been visiting a new church lately and i think we might have found our home. it's so cozy there. the boys love it too. riley used to throw a fit each time we went to our other church. he even asks to go to church now. i love it. moving to a new church is quite an adjustment but the Lord has been right there with us the whole time and it just feels right. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
8.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i've found a new favorite verse. Isiah 41:13</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-45240854078968157012012-04-14T15:23:00.000-07:002012-04-14T15:23:13.942-07:00the one with 'the wall'<div style="text-align: center;">
i'm supposed to be doing homework. but i've hit a wall. my brain isn't working </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i just want to give up on writing this seven page paper. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
so while i was not doing my homework like i'm supposed to be doing i googled my old blog. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
the blog i had a tad bit over a year ago. apparently get the itch to blog at the same time every year. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
wonder how many other blogs i have out there in the land of www.com</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
speaking of walls, i found this post from january 2010. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
while my relationship with my husband is in no means strained like it appeared to be then, </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i thought would bring back this blog entry. if you take out the husband part i believe that </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
many of us can relate in one way or another. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
'the wall' circa january 2010</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Constructed carefully. Each brick hand picked and set myself. As tall and as wide as I want. As strong and durable as I feel necessary. This wall is my friend. Maybe my best friend. It also doubles as my counselor. I don't really talk to this wall, you see. I just throw my feelings in it's direction and I'm done.<br /><br />My wall has this awesome quality of stopping whatever I throw at it from getting to the outside world. Great characteristic, I think. Though I've been told it's really not all that.<br /><br />Apparently it's not so safe to make best friends with a wall. I say to those people-y'all don't know what you're missing! Really, you don't!<br /><br />You see, this wall has worked great since childhood. Built by me several years ago...still standing after years of abuse. Many ugly words, physical abuse and loss upon loss. It takes it all. I really should have been a brick layer. Okay-maybe not.<br /><br />After all, this wall of mine, that I built myself, isn't really there. It's just a figment of my imagination. And as I get older the game of pretend is starting to wear off. I've been fooled. By my own self. Odd.<br /><br />It's taken some time to realize this. Some time that I would have rather spent building my wall much higher. Much stronger. But, I've run out of bricks. I've run out of mortar. And honestly, I don't want to go get more. It's quite expensive.<br /><br />The cost of building materials have gone up. Pretty expensive now, if you ask me. This wall I talk so fondly of has become an enemy of sorts. The great job it was doing of keeping my feelings in and away from others has now started to hurt me. And those very close to me. Mainly my husband. That wall. That blasted wall.<br /><br />It's time I take you down. Piece by piece. No more holding back how I feel. No more ignoring how my husband feels. No more. Wall, I love you, you've been great. But now it's time to be honest with myself. With my husband. With my family and friends.<br /><br />No more relying on the wall to keep me safe.<br /><br />It's God's turn.</span></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-83748177161407419442012-04-13T14:21:00.002-07:002012-04-13T14:22:24.734-07:00the one full of testosterone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRA9uhQPBLHjKahyphenhyphenluH82HtRS9chof_Osis4YTS4iwlZ1GD17r-7quBP2GH5won_lt14RfRYOAl1yQEpaI7Bq_yvwD-uVHvSEx7mY_pIZd7PJ0Z1nOeXJHOWD6xfIHP9BgYcwzwJhV_K2/s1600/DSC05869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRA9uhQPBLHjKahyphenhyphenluH82HtRS9chof_Osis4YTS4iwlZ1GD17r-7quBP2GH5won_lt14RfRYOAl1yQEpaI7Bq_yvwD-uVHvSEx7mY_pIZd7PJ0Z1nOeXJHOWD6xfIHP9BgYcwzwJhV_K2/s320/DSC05869.jpg" width="180" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDJwfBh9ARkJGQZ47iJjy4hK6lnDuBGbqIz1mAWAQSSjsRMkQZ26pr7izqO1dCooRt8o9y-NHrIQTWUaZiqi9gMd5B4hkyKFBfhwmC87pZejGliceGEwNu_ojl-_IBTmhFd8ZSlr9D_pS/s1600/DSC05870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDJwfBh9ARkJGQZ47iJjy4hK6lnDuBGbqIz1mAWAQSSjsRMkQZ26pr7izqO1dCooRt8o9y-NHrIQTWUaZiqi9gMd5B4hkyKFBfhwmC87pZejGliceGEwNu_ojl-_IBTmhFd8ZSlr9D_pS/s320/DSC05870.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Riley- gentle and caring. reigning champion in the sport of throwing tantrums. best one in the house to snuggle with. high spirited yet quiet. hates to be dirty.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Samuel-afraid of nothing, me included. first to call me princess. loud and crazy. gentle in his own ways. rarely quiet. lover of dirt</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i very rarely link up with other blogs, not because i don't want to but because i always </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
forget and by the time i remember it's too late. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but this time, folks, this time i remembered. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
today i am linking up over at <a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/" target="_blank">Kelly's Korner</a> with several other mommas out there </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
who have ALL boys! this excites me. i love knowing other moms of just boys. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
there's just something special about being a mom of boys. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(just as there is something special about having all girls. lol)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i can't tell you how much i love being the only girl in the house. they all call me princess, bring me <strike>weeds</strike> flowers, and everything in between. they have the perfect mix of rough & tumble and sweet & gentle all at the same time. the list goes on and on. i can't tell you how many times we get asked if </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
we are going to try for a girl (well, technically another girl. whole 'nother post for a whole 'nother day).</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
sure, we'd love to welcome a daughter into this house full of boys, dog included, but for now we totally loving a house full of testosterone....on most days! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYxDiwU-S6y7xW-a_efgu4Ta5joBXZVZLCi5Qx5p2CmVSHsCJG0ZmRvMSiIdAfNAccrpGo4S6mTFK7Ay84oLyr1RSNyTGbaCmIVmKfVUh_Qr2fSWmXKAWTMsonZAf7wHUq3eSat9cIGpf/s1600/DSC04834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYxDiwU-S6y7xW-a_efgu4Ta5joBXZVZLCi5Qx5p2CmVSHsCJG0ZmRvMSiIdAfNAccrpGo4S6mTFK7Ay84oLyr1RSNyTGbaCmIVmKfVUh_Qr2fSWmXKAWTMsonZAf7wHUq3eSat9cIGpf/s640/DSC04834.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">was trying for a cute photo shoot...this is what i got! BOYS! </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNwuEDGZNfNGLQ2wsrEl4itoR-QH9NMYMXD3RkWoV2OdzqAMnr-NrANC3fG1aUHxCV9DuTDEv2z5pX7MoqF3vFt4NgMdDzxjbsdX2EPsOIlc33DxYIJNP5oa_HogfwwPYXsWV4iPn2lvz/s1600/DSC05831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNwuEDGZNfNGLQ2wsrEl4itoR-QH9NMYMXD3RkWoV2OdzqAMnr-NrANC3fG1aUHxCV9DuTDEv2z5pX7MoqF3vFt4NgMdDzxjbsdX2EPsOIlc33DxYIJNP5oa_HogfwwPYXsWV4iPn2lvz/s640/DSC05831.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">totally outnumbered and loving it! </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-86677216783563809472012-04-12T09:44:00.001-07:002012-04-14T09:30:14.614-07:00the one where we try to take cute easter pictures<div style="text-align: center;">
i'm a little late in posting about Easter, i'm late about everything. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
that's just how i roll. every year i make a resolution to be on time </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
more and to wake up before the kids and all that....i digress...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
back to the Easter pictures.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
we were all dressed up, i had a good hair day, the kids were being good (a little goofy but good!)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and we were at my in-laws so we had a great background with the pond. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i had chad's niece, Atley, come outside and take a couple pictures for us. she did an amazing job and we </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
were able to get some great pictures. some that i might actually frame and </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
add to the living room! thanks Atley! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX03rqbMImPcc9sVfB8fxEFrdOm1XX1f2FBFPJ-sC67CW_uDxl-7XLYpCA4sNDqVb4KClbJPKi1cdxMGWCD9Rw_QCBiTlwfa7mEuoCzyDhiSosaTb2LLYYkxyFhtMOEqOEuxm4R0YP_6W5/s1600/DSC05918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX03rqbMImPcc9sVfB8fxEFrdOm1XX1f2FBFPJ-sC67CW_uDxl-7XLYpCA4sNDqVb4KClbJPKi1cdxMGWCD9Rw_QCBiTlwfa7mEuoCzyDhiSosaTb2LLYYkxyFhtMOEqOEuxm4R0YP_6W5/s640/DSC05918.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture #1 - the usual, Riley not wanting his picture taken and Sam sticking his tongue out</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTCwlfACj8SXzjeLGktoGlAxtd3vgWbN_ZRkdvuQgZl4pPxz-vDrqrc71m9ETqAEVEXzH0hyV1HFbCFMjct77a9LhAYILTFkFX4xcb1r9HMKsVIqgDQWzLRq_CqCO6fbl8A4Kjv4smLaw/s1600/DSC05916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTCwlfACj8SXzjeLGktoGlAxtd3vgWbN_ZRkdvuQgZl4pPxz-vDrqrc71m9ETqAEVEXzH0hyV1HFbCFMjct77a9LhAYILTFkFX4xcb1r9HMKsVIqgDQWzLRq_CqCO6fbl8A4Kjv4smLaw/s640/DSC05916.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture #2 - not there yet </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbScPpsNaFs_wogyRXFThAAfLLmDao5Iyy70wdVLNl1rY4oahn5xo5u6MZPT20Dw4zkjT41yOqL3frj8p2jaas9GbIZ3d2-8halxro5kOQ9rx6qKZS6fc2zbuWmjSEGQCWZBxyWfEvOSs/s1600/DSC05921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbScPpsNaFs_wogyRXFThAAfLLmDao5Iyy70wdVLNl1rY4oahn5xo5u6MZPT20Dw4zkjT41yOqL3frj8p2jaas9GbIZ3d2-8halxro5kOQ9rx6qKZS6fc2zbuWmjSEGQCWZBxyWfEvOSs/s640/DSC05921.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture #3- Daddy and Sam being silly </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOivKn4GPyLRucAjmMlNGBZ2n4jaHX5oxjrUE8nxrzmswoZraiDHXw-zb0ITq3NLccaIBA-J1cf32FHXZRlLw96g3MlGRODLUJS1_aoEYYw1hH_4ZIR3xCNUPICDDKYPmykfLoNCARm65/s1600/DSC05923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOivKn4GPyLRucAjmMlNGBZ2n4jaHX5oxjrUE8nxrzmswoZraiDHXw-zb0ITq3NLccaIBA-J1cf32FHXZRlLw96g3MlGRODLUJS1_aoEYYw1hH_4ZIR3xCNUPICDDKYPmykfLoNCARm65/s640/DSC05923.jpg" width="313" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture #4 - what a handsome five year old! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqTaZ5IAXT-GXgpZ1Q8KIB5LJ428sLE-4ZRW1546O7u5bM4eL070F46VfOWTSbzJfcyR0FgkGC2XLhMjp4UUCc-34qer-LfnW-UVSEPIwcGawKJq_YIeZe5P1bUrzatAy_2E49xHYPgcB/s1600/DSC05926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqTaZ5IAXT-GXgpZ1Q8KIB5LJ428sLE-4ZRW1546O7u5bM4eL070F46VfOWTSbzJfcyR0FgkGC2XLhMjp4UUCc-34qer-LfnW-UVSEPIwcGawKJq_YIeZe5P1bUrzatAy_2E49xHYPgcB/s640/DSC05926.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture #5 - our favorite! this couldn't describe our family any better. the boys were not going to give me a regular smile so i just rolled with it. pretty sure this is my favorite family picture!! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61OsEpet36tv4TwAoqwl4Ix2QuNCSIk4n_xOHjXO-Aa9ulEZwwC_FpU7z9QLOYTAvBX0UpzmpR7PIdmq3eeyM1HXObhe0bkED0mSX82u35oUeRB2eVCRjztGokquMW5xpdVIGIjyomunb/s1600/DSC05928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61OsEpet36tv4TwAoqwl4Ix2QuNCSIk4n_xOHjXO-Aa9ulEZwwC_FpU7z9QLOYTAvBX0UpzmpR7PIdmq3eeyM1HXObhe0bkED0mSX82u35oUeRB2eVCRjztGokquMW5xpdVIGIjyomunb/s640/DSC05928.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">picture #6 - just me!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-90220755022252772862012-04-09T07:40:00.000-07:002012-04-09T07:40:25.716-07:00the one where they surprised me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
this year i turned the big 3-0! </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
i had hinted to my husband and a few friends that i'd love to have a surprise party but</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
didn't really think they would do it! </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
chad is a great guy but planning parties is not something he likes to even think </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
about. so glad he loves me enough to put this all together. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
i stayed home on saturday after an egg hunt with the kids to do some homework while he and the boys went to his parents. i thought they were just going out there to help his dad get some things done around the yard and let me have some quiet homework time. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
he said when they got done over there his parents would watch the kids and he and i would go on a date. about an hour after he left he called me and said that we might just do a little cookout with his parents and kids then go out. i was down with that! </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
he picked me up and we drove to his parents. on the way there i was complaining that i hadn't talked to my friends much this past week. i was really bummed because i though they had all been ignoring me for some odd reason. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
we pulled into his parents driveway and as soon as we turned the corner around the garage i saw the people i thought were ignoring me. no wonder they didn't talk much that week. they all said they were afraid they would say something and let it slip. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
emily (the maker of my awesome shirt!) was out of town all week and the little goober sent me a text saying she was in town and wanted to stop by. i felt terrible for telling her i couldn't see her because chad was taking me out to dinner soon. the little goober was sitting in my in-laws backyard when she sent that. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
holly was at the store buying my gift the night i sent her a text asking her what she was up to. that turd lied to me and said she was on her way to work. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
y'all, my husband spoils me like none other but he's never gonna top this one! </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
a surprise party, shrimp boil, and an ipad!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
for once, i was completely and totally surprised.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9eE4tOVbiP-woQ4YO0ice0MhS_ThPCwaYcaAu24D7xyBu51EOUO690Ab_OQkP-Igquey0Jgkp1Z3xDJ4ml_f3eggjnQBCmIFvAwtKa5slU-fbWfK6q6AhyK3sV89-zhCxPiPRbdqYB6H/s1600/DSC05886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9eE4tOVbiP-woQ4YO0ice0MhS_ThPCwaYcaAu24D7xyBu51EOUO690Ab_OQkP-Igquey0Jgkp1Z3xDJ4ml_f3eggjnQBCmIFvAwtKa5slU-fbWfK6q6AhyK3sV89-zhCxPiPRbdqYB6H/s400/DSC05886.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lets see, in this picture you can see my in-laws at the top left, friend holly in the turquoise shirt, her daughter and hubby and son also in matching shirts! my other friend emily in the brown shirt next to me and my grandparents are on the other side of me. love the face i'm making! so typical of me.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7yMH6x107u_05BWh6BpTbWJPmEsrJhQMfpLoPVD3IQLPsKF09a_eUguJLDuP4AtutoS5hhRiE120ROG7zMZLTFGvbJBwudEmBjB9ex5ywynaZO13w4K9EeX89hjDNlHgQJqWw5gl4AqN/s1600/DSC05890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU7yMH6x107u_05BWh6BpTbWJPmEsrJhQMfpLoPVD3IQLPsKF09a_eUguJLDuP4AtutoS5hhRiE120ROG7zMZLTFGvbJBwudEmBjB9ex5ywynaZO13w4K9EeX89hjDNlHgQJqWw5gl4AqN/s400/DSC05890.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the totally awesome and fantastic cake my friend kara made for me. she couldn't stay but stopped by to surprise me with. chad has a picture of the two of us together on his iphone. guess i need to add that sometime soon! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUNvmFf3ssVFk_34KCBkJ7O9yJDkwXmAfofCrinqiqSvXzQk2GFfixfSnqMhYuSOa8amPxc59ghLK3lICmgh96kFGw8kPcBU1FqS7vQmVclIY-LDib4CDdCCeLymGbOioa-0z-FkYMvvY/s1600/DSC05895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUNvmFf3ssVFk_34KCBkJ7O9yJDkwXmAfofCrinqiqSvXzQk2GFfixfSnqMhYuSOa8amPxc59ghLK3lICmgh96kFGw8kPcBU1FqS7vQmVclIY-LDib4CDdCCeLymGbOioa-0z-FkYMvvY/s400/DSC05895.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">holly checking out the moisturizer/cream my grandma made. this stuff is awesome. totally beats any $300 cream, hands down! also in this picture you see emily (with the flower in her hair!), her daughter and her husband. she made my super cool shirt. wish i had a picture of the back. it said 'spain 30' best shirt ever!! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBLdGZWBg9AgFM9Do2BsdDlEeLic8mmB-KIdl-kqSqth46MVBw-teNTF_GZ_C0_2eQtX9Em_6CgPwPHGOXSjZlQQmJhgCORZmCduXVVlPJ2i7H28g6CdLZ9O9oTpFkxJK-elS6EMr5r6U/s1600/DSC05896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBLdGZWBg9AgFM9Do2BsdDlEeLic8mmB-KIdl-kqSqth46MVBw-teNTF_GZ_C0_2eQtX9Em_6CgPwPHGOXSjZlQQmJhgCORZmCduXVVlPJ2i7H28g6CdLZ9O9oTpFkxJK-elS6EMr5r6U/s400/DSC05896.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">riley had a great time helping me open my gifts. i have no idea what we were talking about in this picture but i sure do think it's cute! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMd1pkWMV5kc13h5HjWagBeYLq8ayCZ_PqRAF5Z2d5jMtYGuKPIT4w8Wa7wOXn41HLxFuRZDeovBH7bH_45FyKzk5wvjzg3V7oE0Q5ZnTY4-a-p8YJG20YmObMdQyeoXZT2H-nyv8U2xk2/s1600/DSC05897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMd1pkWMV5kc13h5HjWagBeYLq8ayCZ_PqRAF5Z2d5jMtYGuKPIT4w8Wa7wOXn41HLxFuRZDeovBH7bH_45FyKzk5wvjzg3V7oE0Q5ZnTY4-a-p8YJG20YmObMdQyeoXZT2H-nyv8U2xk2/s400/DSC05897.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i really try my hardest not to cry in front of people. i just don't like to. but i have to admit that i did shed some tears when i opened this one. my grandma passed on my great grandma's stethoscope that she used when she was an LPN in her early 30's. best gift ever. i love sentimental gifts and i love that she and i are both in the medical field. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDPT888zSQobQ7UQtJQEOEqK3iNai6GrXRX29Rt4s7_RPAVK3FqzewzWjwYSW-si6QNr9uKqgyFlnAe7D_77X2-RC_NUAUQ4UgWY2KmjOuEmdsrvo-kzLLdd-MWD0wamUiUkMuTOmsWI4/s1600/DSC05899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDPT888zSQobQ7UQtJQEOEqK3iNai6GrXRX29Rt4s7_RPAVK3FqzewzWjwYSW-si6QNr9uKqgyFlnAe7D_77X2-RC_NUAUQ4UgWY2KmjOuEmdsrvo-kzLLdd-MWD0wamUiUkMuTOmsWI4/s400/DSC05899.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i had to add this one. i have no clue why i made this face but it's another typical tyra face...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aFbQHMfhsgQS0WGLe7xfZFQL1pTh4Jp8gBpXRw8HFeUiYqZf7yxjJJk9wafU6idOkOvVj3lKcovo1McEhNSyH0wsbMOx4Mh70yu0_ROBlEDea-zpHe2rKSNOYEMWRCsoKaMfKQ4RJ_Vz/s1600/DSC05900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4aFbQHMfhsgQS0WGLe7xfZFQL1pTh4Jp8gBpXRw8HFeUiYqZf7yxjJJk9wafU6idOkOvVj3lKcovo1McEhNSyH0wsbMOx4Mh70yu0_ROBlEDea-zpHe2rKSNOYEMWRCsoKaMfKQ4RJ_Vz/s400/DSC05900.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">like mother like son?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77i6ZdUBNEzB4TNYBlMgC7SojNgd4qCNh6hBghhGEeaE9C29q6J8jcKrq66a4P4QGc-_4P9njrOtyxMV_bnh2DLRb8ndSUpXe_ZAFlskgFTTj1DFqkpHe6LlYSWLicCeEBTsmuYnZY-3P/s1600/DSC05904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77i6ZdUBNEzB4TNYBlMgC7SojNgd4qCNh6hBghhGEeaE9C29q6J8jcKrq66a4P4QGc-_4P9njrOtyxMV_bnh2DLRb8ndSUpXe_ZAFlskgFTTj1DFqkpHe6LlYSWLicCeEBTsmuYnZY-3P/s400/DSC05904.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my sweet riley bear playing on a pile of firewood. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTqHg6kmwfIA-pvZTGAA8RFlo4lk3s3tpB3mRaH6oqXWFRtEoEuzk6X2ajMbT4acHSMFWhTZGT9FcEXr9jgUJ9U8vY1tZfGR6xWpx_hQo_3XOMKar6syNR2BINFNagpFikDKwYoqwbeu1/s1600/DSC05906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTqHg6kmwfIA-pvZTGAA8RFlo4lk3s3tpB3mRaH6oqXWFRtEoEuzk6X2ajMbT4acHSMFWhTZGT9FcEXr9jgUJ9U8vY1tZfGR6xWpx_hQo_3XOMKar6syNR2BINFNagpFikDKwYoqwbeu1/s400/DSC05906.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">please don't call cps on me! LOL this kid loves fire. in a dangers way. we could not keep him from playing in it. he said he was sad that the fire was out and he thought that the log was smothering it. obviously he still wanted to play in the flames.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-2408965858972428122012-03-30T20:17:00.000-07:002012-03-30T20:17:05.899-07:00the one where i introduce the newest spain baby<div style="text-align: center;">
meet cooper.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
aka super cooper</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
aka couch thief</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
aka stinky dog </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
aka nimrod (what Riley thinks we should call him)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
aka momma's boy</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
{sorry for the crummy cell phone pics)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ve_H7COHjTA1tae8DpCZES8zHmlqows-vuxjOBVMk3F4Z9TMMhbfWhB-GNFErTwsj8ymyjQDhBxM3YamUqfVKTPGJ2yrqy6OAQfhyphenhyphenMQNUzMtGDoYE0I2vTPwLvHcJ7GLxJABDMkIJQa4/s1600/IMG_0651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ve_H7COHjTA1tae8DpCZES8zHmlqows-vuxjOBVMk3F4Z9TMMhbfWhB-GNFErTwsj8ymyjQDhBxM3YamUqfVKTPGJ2yrqy6OAQfhyphenhyphenMQNUzMtGDoYE0I2vTPwLvHcJ7GLxJABDMkIJQa4/s320/IMG_0651.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdju4QtEa1XtGCsxOiO7utjSb-VgGP8JI7cvAS691nAfpiReZcmKVtpuG6sVisfl_ky11tmuIVXSucSbvxCC4EsRkk6E2acZhdYjfNPA0-nqloCHVK8IA8J2lNP_5XNZQ8-uFvQNwDLGv/s1600/IMG_0653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdju4QtEa1XtGCsxOiO7utjSb-VgGP8JI7cvAS691nAfpiReZcmKVtpuG6sVisfl_ky11tmuIVXSucSbvxCC4EsRkk6E2acZhdYjfNPA0-nqloCHVK8IA8J2lNP_5XNZQ8-uFvQNwDLGv/s320/IMG_0653.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
{yes, i realize i look a tad freaky in this picture, but avert your eyes to those EARS!}</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmsmPo0ywaCiTu6wSmVHoZMHNBXJ3m5A6TJvD2zGaifpfWm676lVgjg6xdgs6dyOQ1ZdTjvnNWj1ew3raTGYbSxMUsV8h7E-npBAOFjM249WP74yROov_gyc3aPXA1JTi-d9LbMkRO0Ug/s1600/IMG_0656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmsmPo0ywaCiTu6wSmVHoZMHNBXJ3m5A6TJvD2zGaifpfWm676lVgjg6xdgs6dyOQ1ZdTjvnNWj1ew3raTGYbSxMUsV8h7E-npBAOFjM249WP74yROov_gyc3aPXA1JTi-d9LbMkRO0Ug/s320/IMG_0656.jpg" width="290" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-83735376163371217832012-03-27T15:16:00.001-07:002012-03-27T15:16:32.333-07:00The one with a viewI'm typing this post from my phone. <br />
<br />
I had to bring our little Riley to the ER this afternoon. Poor guy had been sick for three days. I wasn't tell concerned until he went a full 24 hours without eating or drinking. <br />
<br />
We called the dr and she told us to go straight to the ER! So off we went and now here we are. Camping out in room 431. Pigging out on purple Popsicles and looking out the window at the pretty pond! <br />
<br />
I'll try to update when we know more. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5hTEyZH0qt1Uf4HXCwrU5cxuiwfTKDIun2x-89jzYgPVo6PkzhxTPCIEwx5usXRMWMAAX2gMNoavY5-ErCENFVFCpKXIR2c5-NCBhFsueM7mZG9dp6INWzaBrpLAuk14vYplMWWAG1qt/s640/blogger-image-1573325075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5hTEyZH0qt1Uf4HXCwrU5cxuiwfTKDIun2x-89jzYgPVo6PkzhxTPCIEwx5usXRMWMAAX2gMNoavY5-ErCENFVFCpKXIR2c5-NCBhFsueM7mZG9dp6INWzaBrpLAuk14vYplMWWAG1qt/s640/blogger-image-1573325075.jpg" /></a></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-55401872970773844652012-03-26T07:43:00.001-07:002012-03-26T07:43:19.294-07:00the one where the kiddos are sickly<div style="text-align: center;">
it's MONDAY! why do my children get sick on mondays? i guess they don't like mondays just as much as the rest of us. technically Riley got sick yesterday morning but we thought he was </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
fine since a few hours later he seemed much better and on the mend. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
this morning, not so much. i found poor Riley hiding behind the recliner </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
with his puke bucket (yep, we sure do have a puke bucket!) crying. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
a few minutes later he was passed out on the floor. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
when Riley is sick he refuses to sit on any furniture. he says he is afraid he will </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
get it dirty. kid does not like to get dirty. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sammy hasn't gotten sick yet but he is congested and sleepy. both boys are passed out as </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i type this up. we are usually outside playing by now. my poor boys. momma sure does hate it when they are sick. so far neither have a fever and Riley is the only one who has gotten sick. i don't think </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
it's time for the dr just yet but i do have them on speed dial just in case! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
please pray for my babies, would you!?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
look at them, aren't they pitiful? </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkqQed9CslgtdR8SdeNP6KsULLiQHsJ8bn8kgtGDNffrLyS-eROm0e3UyMKMjo7UoH_FNbXdP7pl34gmvbMdS3AhkoXgdKNupAqWPIALihLbLCeZCIcZ1197avqQz3NVG_OfMsJ_QtIdv/s1600/DSC05841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkqQed9CslgtdR8SdeNP6KsULLiQHsJ8bn8kgtGDNffrLyS-eROm0e3UyMKMjo7UoH_FNbXdP7pl34gmvbMdS3AhkoXgdKNupAqWPIALihLbLCeZCIcZ1197avqQz3NVG_OfMsJ_QtIdv/s320/DSC05841.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfxt-X_by_0jd2Gh78CJGF_AkSJTOdmszf7u_aeX8n4gB0zNqKsjyeMSvkVTg1rDagL0wLoaqc08PQRYTDzS9l2wrRdux37qyVVW1-TfGl1AXXV1b1d1hBCyGSEpqLmWbfTMgWQmUt2Qt/s1600/DSC05842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHfxt-X_by_0jd2Gh78CJGF_AkSJTOdmszf7u_aeX8n4gB0zNqKsjyeMSvkVTg1rDagL0wLoaqc08PQRYTDzS9l2wrRdux37qyVVW1-TfGl1AXXV1b1d1hBCyGSEpqLmWbfTMgWQmUt2Qt/s320/DSC05842.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(puke bucket and all. just keeping it real, y'all) </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Lord, you love our child as You love all children,<br />Bring healing to our child who is not well.<br />Stay by his side and comfort him through this trying time.<br />Keep us ever mindful of Your loving presence<br />Bless us with Your powerful healing and comfort us also.<br />Thank You, Lord, for hearing our prayer!<span><br /></span></span></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-82228239090318361552012-03-18T20:28:00.001-07:002012-03-18T20:28:46.850-07:00the one where i tell y'all what i am not<div style="text-align: center;">
y'all, i turn 30 this year. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
THIRTY! </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i'm kind of in denial about this whole turning 30 thing. not quite sure why, it's not that i <i>feel </i>old. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i think it's just because there is so much emphasis put on the big 3-0 birthday. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i may be in denial about turn 30 but i am NOT in denial about who i am. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i used to be. and sometimes i still have some insecurities but for the most part i </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
wouldn't change the me that i have become. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
this next year, <i>the first year in my thirties</i>, i am going to fully embrace </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
who i am and not on what i'm not. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
so i did a little soul searching and have discovered a few things that i am not...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but that i am okay with not being. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~i am not a good cook. by any means. i actually really dislike even thinking about cooking. it scares me. growing up i had zero interest in anything kitchen related. i used to wish to be the wife who loved to be in the kitchen but that's just not me. (that's why i married a man who can cook. baha!)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~oh how i wish i was obsessed with keeping my house clean. but i'm not. again, this is one of those things i never had an interest in and was never made to do as a child so the cleaning bug just never attacked me. have y'all noticed a trend just within the fist two things...i am NOT a domestic goddess by any means. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~i wish a was one of those crazy-sports-fanatic-wives. the one who gets all decked out in team colors. one who knows all the rules to all the sports her husband loves. i've tried to get into it a few times but it just didn't work out. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~i really want to be a runner. so much so that sometimes i think i actually am. i look at running magazines, websites, blogs, shoes, running gear...everything. i did run a 5k so at one point i was. and one day i will be again. but right now a runner i am not. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~i've always dreamt of homeschooling our children. i still really want to. but right now they are both doing well in a public and private preschool setting. they love it.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~as a child i just knew that i was going to be a teacher. as time went by i changed my mind and decided i wanted to be a nurse when i grew up. i am currently in school taking all my pre and co-reqs to get into the nursing program. but my husband and i (prayerfully) decided i would take a year off from school to focus more on our family and home. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~in school i had just a few close friends. in junior high and high school i used to pray that God would bless me with many more friends. as i grew older and wiser i realized that i didn't really want more friends at all. i'm a hermit, y'all. so the fewer friends the better. (baha!) i have a wonderful handful of friends that i couldn't be more thankful for.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
~i want so badly to be good with words. both spoken and written. i have a habit (sometimes good, sometimes bad) of just blurting things out before they go through any sort of filter. that's just who i am.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i'm okay with that. </div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-60841139996137425572012-03-08T08:57:00.001-08:002012-03-08T08:57:38.171-08:00the where i realize they actually DO like each other.....sometimes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
a rare moment.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
they had no idea i had my camera in hand or i'm sure this picture would not exist. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
sammy is actually giving riley a hug though it looks like he's </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
choking him. but i promise, it's love. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
crazy, rough-not-so-gentle-brotherly-love.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
what makes me laugh is if you ask either one of them if they love </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
each other they will most likely say, one of the following...</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
no</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
not really</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
just a little bit</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
kinda </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b></div>
<div class="result-text-style-normal text-html " style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
<b> And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.</b></div>
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b><br />
<h3 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
Ephesians 4:32</span></b></h3>
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-6bWqTUWamclRpGsgHa1lgVsRWxKFVjWGgr61W06AxhfvpgTz7NwUboI7TGcizi-iryVKSgWQodaFPyAXWDUWoVnUeeGs16bB0GuYSEwrzJYA5aUYbwyhQEi5uMfMeCZCL4WCfM1BY0T/s1600/DSC05711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-6bWqTUWamclRpGsgHa1lgVsRWxKFVjWGgr61W06AxhfvpgTz7NwUboI7TGcizi-iryVKSgWQodaFPyAXWDUWoVnUeeGs16bB0GuYSEwrzJYA5aUYbwyhQEi5uMfMeCZCL4WCfM1BY0T/s320/DSC05711.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-65142075624607686942012-03-07T07:47:00.000-08:002012-03-07T08:00:10.572-08:00the one in which i embarrass myself<div style="text-align: center;">
i couldn't help it. after yesterdays post i <i>HAD</i> to get in a better mood.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i busted out the cleaning supplies, sent the kids outside (don't worry, it's a fenced in yard and they can't climb it...yet!), and got to work. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but before i got to work i figured i would do a little multi-tasking...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
so i did what any stay-at-home-mom would do</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(someone out there tell me you've done this too!)</i></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and i put on a facial mask. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
if y'all want to know the secret to cleaning like a pro</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
listen in...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
slap on a facial mask and before you know it you will be transformed into the </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
mean, green, cleaning machine.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsyhimjPie3VKTrAFsFs8XGpQq3b0xM3Rd013m2k6ZlkTfurmy04yPYDhyAuydRMN0cVzhxsYVjPF8L4iGFRKdtBNVZq53bcQ-D_hjwBrRxmATx__4-rTCPxvJgYeuH11VcOGjrzHGaWA/s1600/facial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsyhimjPie3VKTrAFsFs8XGpQq3b0xM3Rd013m2k6ZlkTfurmy04yPYDhyAuydRMN0cVzhxsYVjPF8L4iGFRKdtBNVZq53bcQ-D_hjwBrRxmATx__4-rTCPxvJgYeuH11VcOGjrzHGaWA/s320/facial.jpg" width="188" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(i'm gonna go hide now!)</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
side note: you should really avoid the eyebrows and try not to get so much in your hair. when this stuff dries it doesn't feel so great!!<br />
<br />
side note #2: i may or may not have purposefully scared my children while my '<i>cleaning mask</i>' was on! </div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-55486937065142629882012-03-06T06:11:00.000-08:002012-03-06T06:16:49.682-08:00the one where i confess to complaining too much<div style="text-align: center;">
the past few months <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">{quite possibly a year!} </span>i've been struggling with getting things done. i may get them done but it usually involves a good amount of complaining, trying to get out of it, a little bit of crying, and well you get the point. sometimes it takes all that's in me to slap a smile on my face and get the job done. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
cleaning the house, laundry, homework, work, activities with the children...i could go on and on but i will spare you the misery! pretty much i just hated doing much of anything. well, not really hated, but i struggled with finding the joy in doing the simple and mundane things of my daily life. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
things that i should really be thankful to do. not everyone is blessed with the task of taking care of children. i took for granted my ability to be healthy enough to work and have a great place of employment. went to class only looking forward to dismissal time. when i cleaned the house i forgot to think about those who don't have a house to clean.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i can't believe how much complaining i've been doing when in reality, i don't have much to complain about at all. i have a roof over my head, some pretty awesome kids, a great husband (who can cook!), amazing, Godly friends and the list goes on. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
i was reading my Bible one day and ran across this verse. one that i'm sure i've read a thousand times. one that i'm sure i've heard preached another thousand times. this time i didn't just glide right over it. i stopped there for a while. really taking in the words. reading them over and over again. after thinking good and hard i flipped the pages some more and imagine my surprise when i landed on this next verse. it's quite obvious the Lord was telling me something. can we say, 'there's your sign!'<br />
<br />
it's in the Bible y'all...it's not just some silly Chinese proverb or golden rule. it's IN the Bible! of course i knew it was in there, but like i said before - i hadn't paid much attention to the value those words hold until now.<br />
<br />
i wont lie. it's hard sometimes doing things without complaining, keeping a good attitude and a smile on my face. but i try, i try.<br />
<br />
let me share with you just what verses opened my eyes.<br />
(don't forget to watch the video at the bottom of this post!)<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"></span></span><br />
<div class="heading passage-class-0" style="margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 10px;">
<h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Philippians 2:14-16</span></h3>
<div class="txt-sm" style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">King James Version (KJV)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="result-text-style-normal text-html " style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-29406" style="font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">14</sup>Do all things without murmurings and disputings:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-29407" style="font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">15</sup>That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-29408" style="font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">16</sup>Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">& </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="heading passage-class-0" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 10px;">
<h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">1 Corinthians 10:31</span></h3>
<div class="txt-sm" style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">King James Version (KJV)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="result-text-style-normal text-html ">
<div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> <sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-28599" style="font-size: 0.75em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;">31</sup>Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">
<br /></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">see!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and now i will leave you with this little video/song. a reminder in a song to do everything to the glory of God. it's what we're here for!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(and it's not really that bad, is it?!)</span> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/uVTeIMursb8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
</div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-86776402459464671052012-03-01T12:58:00.001-08:002012-03-01T12:58:23.161-08:00Pencil to paper<div style="text-align: center;">
Can it be? Is he really old enough to write his name already? Where has the time gone?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This picture sends a rush of emotions through me. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
To think he is no longer a baby,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but a big boy leaning and growing. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I get tears because he is growing up right before my eyes </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and at the same time I get those crazy-happy-mommy tears</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
when I see just how much of a big boy he is becoming. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He's been able to write his name for a while </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
but just now is he getting really good </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
at it. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I feel so blessed to be able to be a (mostly) stay-at-home-mom</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
so I can stop by his school</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
and witness moments like this.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Moments of tender, innocent learning. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He's just getting too big. </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Riley Bear,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
can you please just say little a while longer?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pretty please?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9EFHaGBBQaa35cvQcsO0sOhPdaaynDLPw4xlW5REB5LXoyhj67_M3xPMxtRLPOPuJiEKz64mAGJVGUgsUkKEZNaxpZGqngbNogYyVvBmD_GVL7lJNJ0VHRsPQqTEqXSBUXM-FzPqQiIX/s1600/IMG_1832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9EFHaGBBQaa35cvQcsO0sOhPdaaynDLPw4xlW5REB5LXoyhj67_M3xPMxtRLPOPuJiEKz64mAGJVGUgsUkKEZNaxpZGqngbNogYyVvBmD_GVL7lJNJ0VHRsPQqTEqXSBUXM-FzPqQiIX/s320/IMG_1832.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZuEsQrMmyDVWyWl8CFYeWhIUJ7lSCPm-nfAVRjV2zSvC7zWgxIKaE_VJeFYhUruvBD0HtGkXTQ9nhBDmu8GCZTPivm7WQFvxPjKcJKt4nLQAzxxi-ti0-YrbKcu2pVjXs_kN94RQfkVm/s1600/IMG_1833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZuEsQrMmyDVWyWl8CFYeWhIUJ7lSCPm-nfAVRjV2zSvC7zWgxIKaE_VJeFYhUruvBD0HtGkXTQ9nhBDmu8GCZTPivm7WQFvxPjKcJKt4nLQAzxxi-ti0-YrbKcu2pVjXs_kN94RQfkVm/s320/IMG_1833.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702862096556036990.post-55008764991247302702012-02-29T12:46:00.000-08:002012-02-29T12:48:57.315-08:00The post in which I talk about myself!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br />
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em;">
<br />
<ul>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Name: Tyra spain</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Birthday: April 3, 1982 (SO very close to the big 30!)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Where were you born: Jacksonville, North Carolina</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Where did you grow up: Walled Lake, Michigan </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Where do you live now: Mayfield, Kentucky. Guess I was just destined to be a southern gal!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Height: According to my drivers license I am 5 ft 4 in. It sounded good.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hair Color: Dark Brown</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Eye Color: Dark Brown</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tattoos: Two...for now!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Piercings: Assuming we are talking about current piercings...just one in each ear.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Color: I'm a sucker for the ugly greens, yellows and oranges!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Food: A love a good medium rare steak and baked tater covered in butter, bacon and sour cream.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Candy: Reese's </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Movie: Honestly, I'm not sure I have a favorite. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">TV Show: Constantly changing. Right now I love Teen Mom (I know, I know! and Parenthood.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Actor: Who doesn't love George Clooney. Salt and pepper hair...mmm!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Actress: I'm a sucker for Reese Witherspoon's southern accent and innocent charm!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Favorite Author: Anyone who can write one of the following and keep me entertained: Amish fiction, murder/romance, murder mystery and the occasional chick lit.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Band or Singer: Just about anyone on Klove radio! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Song: Far too many to list!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Holiday: Birthdays, does that count?! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Season: There's something special I love about them all! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Day of the week: Any day that keeps me home with my kids. Well, most of the time!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Store: Whoever has the best deal! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sport: Oh how I'd love to claim to be a sports fan...but I'm not. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Animal: Cats!! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Flower: Any kind of daisy</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Do you like to play in the rain: Play, yes. Get caught in the rain, not usually!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Have you ever been in a car accident: Nope! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Do you ever laugh so hard you cry: Quite often</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What's the last thing you said: Get your underwear off my desk!! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pepsi or Coke: Coke, hands down!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Colored pencils or markers: Crayons. Crayola specifically. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Day or night: Night owl for sure </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What other language(s) do you speak: Does toddler jibberish count?</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">If you dyed your hair what color would you dye it: I'm way too much of a chicken, and tightwad, for that!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">If you could change your name what would you change it to: Something a little more tomboyish. Tyra just seems too girly.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Do you talk to yourself a lot: All the time. I won't tell you if I answer or not...</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Married or single: Happily married for almost 8 years. Just don't ask me when our wedding anniversary is!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Children: Many. Four to be exact! </span></li>
</ul>
</div>Tyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211920274429084641noreply@blogger.com1