tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34683339267212265542024-02-06T20:30:59.786-06:00The Carty'sMike, Jess, Jack and OwenCarty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-70314470123693953442011-07-19T12:47:00.004-05:002011-07-19T14:25:20.679-05:00Maybe it will last this time.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, seriously, I'm going to try to blog one more time. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The last time I blogged was before Owen was born and Jack was 3 years old. A lot has changed since then! My sweet baby boy, Jack, will turn 5 in September. He is going through a major change in his life that my Grandmother says will happen every 5 years. Jack has become a little stubborn and defiant. I know it's hard to believe that Jack can be anything but sweet. At the same time, he is growing up and amazes us everyday. He is so smart and soaks up information like you wouldn't believe. Jack will start kindergarten in August and seems to be very excited. For right now, he will stay at the school that he has been at for 2 years. He loves the staff and teachers there! He will be going to kindergarten for 2 years because he misses the cutoff for kindergarten by a few days. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Owen, who is now 16 months, is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definately</span> the opposite of his brother. He is very independent and can play by himself for hours. He eats like a horse and will try just about any kind of food. He rarely sleeps through the night, which is kind of a pain. Right now, Owen wants his shoes on at all times. He has even taken naps with them on. His favorite shoes are his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Crocs</span>. It melts my heart when he brings them to me and whines for me to put them on. I love to see my boys playing together, especially when Jack makes Owen laugh!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Mike is still doing the pharmaceutical thing. He is very good at his job and for the most part, loves it. Anyone who knows Mike, knows that he loves golf. He hasn't been able to play since he broke his shoulder about a year ago (I'll tell that story at a later time) We are hoping that he may be able to play sometime in the near future.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So that's our update. More to come, stay tuned...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-84328996127468749312011-07-05T22:53:00.002-05:002011-07-05T22:53:52.668-05:00We're back!Is trying to get back into blogging. Stay tuned...Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-24356413668252120192009-12-15T19:26:00.002-06:002009-12-15T19:51:08.362-06:00update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo51-Pm1Uifey6MyQJ0pjEX28soGi1UVzYLkt05qp-Tp43oLNxETpARrWlgrYg5QayFEaj8Ti3QuiZ7VJaSbS_-Ip3Fu_Habx2ITE3nSGCduAJyOdV4rgA8D53utHfb_6K-JVwdMf48gY/s1600-h/IMG_1146.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo51-Pm1Uifey6MyQJ0pjEX28soGi1UVzYLkt05qp-Tp43oLNxETpARrWlgrYg5QayFEaj8Ti3QuiZ7VJaSbS_-Ip3Fu_Habx2ITE3nSGCduAJyOdV4rgA8D53utHfb_6K-JVwdMf48gY/s200/IMG_1146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415641543785083634" /></a><br /><div>So I guess I have been slacking on the blog for the past few weeks. We have had a lot going on. </div><div>These first few pictures are from a day that Jack and I goofed off at the Botanical Gardens. Even though there weren't many flowers blooming, we still had a great time. Jack loved the koi pond and threw rocks for at least an hour.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHh0Ux4XiY4jvUCr3hBv8qkigsidVkq4O-2nfC5aeB8mSq5mqdLGzn2CO-pqesUne82SHI8OCcN9Eg_3y0kDYpRbow2tLb2QPRLwVVOCiNg9jUVpzBhsvCP45TqVxHPjDmhy57d5ukK74/s1600-h/IMG_1188.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHh0Ux4XiY4jvUCr3hBv8qkigsidVkq4O-2nfC5aeB8mSq5mqdLGzn2CO-pqesUne82SHI8OCcN9Eg_3y0kDYpRbow2tLb2QPRLwVVOCiNg9jUVpzBhsvCP45TqVxHPjDmhy57d5ukK74/s200/IMG_1188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415641541280625938" /></a><br /><div>Jack really liked the windmill and wanted his picture taken with it. Since it is so big, we had to go down to the rose garden to take the picture.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWRvxRaQI4MzdXktjqGwZWxiiEBSKbuBq6Tgx05ZJf30am-Vy2eHlOdkhtXnsI57d1BAcOlBH9WJoyfMICXLprMB7PjOhSGwTWNMCWEYjFuhYtG8wdaESGiC1t-ZmgxU32NUy0avizgs/s1600-h/IMG_1200.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWRvxRaQI4MzdXktjqGwZWxiiEBSKbuBq6Tgx05ZJf30am-Vy2eHlOdkhtXnsI57d1BAcOlBH9WJoyfMICXLprMB7PjOhSGwTWNMCWEYjFuhYtG8wdaESGiC1t-ZmgxU32NUy0avizgs/s200/IMG_1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415641537463268146" /></a><br /></div><div>I love this picture because Jack always has his tongue hanging out when he is concentrating. Aparently, this trait runs in the family on both sides.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCvsKfmBO6wP1fOatiWrOxSyLES8kpSIZ6L_ympiI2wzvipsZy8cT3_CFBONznnum8bmJlLlGtWmG7I5HDgro-bX1qvJWNPZkvP5TphaD-vLY3ZTV92HSIgGCITOn1cNgyeJ-7EicwtM/s200/IMG_1213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415641531706949634" /></div><div>We went to Mike's parents' house for Thanksgiving and had a great time. Of course, Jack played trains at the science center that we went to. I posted this picture because there are not many pictures of the two of us. I was kinda proud of it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4RQ70MqcydrPHNSsjgRQpN4YFDL9sWZHLuWX6niZeGTLLc9nktXjCslGtbqj1ZXP1T6JPGIEav7i4fKeHU_51WrUfv71vx5IWxTdZBi3t-0VT1EWkviwpJIejSSsCefevsSnCC0SSCs/s1600-h/IMG_1070_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4RQ70MqcydrPHNSsjgRQpN4YFDL9sWZHLuWX6niZeGTLLc9nktXjCslGtbqj1ZXP1T6JPGIEav7i4fKeHU_51WrUfv71vx5IWxTdZBi3t-0VT1EWkviwpJIejSSsCefevsSnCC0SSCs/s200/IMG_1070_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415641524601801570" /></a>Harley also has had a busy month. She went out to Waco and auditioned for a role in a remake of the John Wayne movie, True Grit. She did great and made it to the last round of auditions. She is waiting to hear whether or not she got the role.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There's not much else to tell. Owen is growing right on track and I am measuring right on time. When I was at the doctor's office today, I did something that totally goes against my initial opinion of vaccinations. I took the H1N1 vaccine. I never had any intentions to get the shot at all, but since our friend Chris passed away, I figured it would probably be the best thing. I was nervous before and I will continue to be until I know that Owen is ok. </div><div>We are waiting until after Christmas to start on his room. It is crazy to me that we haven't done anything to what will be his room. As soon as we get it together, I will post pictures.</div><div>Also, we have a 4D ultrasound scheduled for Friday and I am sooooo excited!<br /><br /></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-46802068073286130182009-11-17T16:16:00.003-06:002009-11-17T16:25:59.147-06:00Exciting day at the Dr.'s officeSo, today was my glucose test and I ended up passing out in the lobby of the doctor's office. The "punch" made me feel terrible after about an hour and as I was getting up to tell one of the nurses, I fell out! I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sooooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">embarrassed</span>, but the girls in Dr. G's office were so sweet to me. Mike has been to every doctor's appointment with me except today. He took Jack to school for me before he went to work. After I laid in an exam room for about 20 minutes, I drove myself home. Before I left the office, I was able to schedule Owen's 4D ultrasound for the week before Christmas. Hopefully, I passed my test!<div><br /></div><div>Mike and I have a friend from Troy who is not doing well at all. He has had a number of problems including H1N1 and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pneumonia. His name is Chris Patterson. He was one of Mike's fraternity brothers and dated one of my roomates. Chris is one of the sweetest guys you will ever meet, so please pray that he recovers quickly!</span></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-28464762199502258272009-11-09T17:24:00.004-06:002009-11-09T17:40:55.720-06:00Peanut 2009<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">Anyone who lives in Dothan knows what a big deal the Peanut Festival is. It always begins at the end of Oct and runs through the first week in Nov. I have been to both the fair and the parade every year since I was born. I enjoy it mostly because of the food and people. These are a few pictures from the week of Peanut.<br /></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3tX8xnchuTNZ_q90hML4A9Tx7-ikswjX31o89XCYlqthSkngt_SsxlRuC3Nn7uzvLbcm-3pbc8RZXeLzTxqR7u9WYlP-NvCDuIfaj-ascvBuardBIOawK7ddRbq67FKRvHeebBfW-H0/s200/IMG_0963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402250348644217554" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mike and Jack on the carousel.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSOhASTpNfTXTBdHdKhwfzQxDrhbbsGh0ivWlA6Tuxv-1nDd-3ROxAHcvq_ixNo4SL-91GOuiWqVOhE2rfYKWrTIzaHi155eNHpJn0B8Kz0V2wFON7H2OYPKf_NYHMV6L1T2f48v7-DU/s1600-h/IMG_0966.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSOhASTpNfTXTBdHdKhwfzQxDrhbbsGh0ivWlA6Tuxv-1nDd-3ROxAHcvq_ixNo4SL-91GOuiWqVOhE2rfYKWrTIzaHi155eNHpJn0B8Kz0V2wFON7H2OYPKf_NYHMV6L1T2f48v7-DU/s200/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402250341311779826" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The huge slide!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUz3zRH_9z4PHqSwrQtC7lZ2zRJ9BojAuSbHpdcE1CzkQrhL4arBS_P_OaV4GyYRI87ghxfpaUzESr4hsPAXa2Hc5DBEZ8yWdqHC2TgaMAjgXgv0dnWhyphenhyphenUcy2PBtUCgU5SoQKpGMkwZmM/s1600-h/IMG_0979.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUz3zRH_9z4PHqSwrQtC7lZ2zRJ9BojAuSbHpdcE1CzkQrhL4arBS_P_OaV4GyYRI87ghxfpaUzESr4hsPAXa2Hc5DBEZ8yWdqHC2TgaMAjgXgv0dnWhyphenhyphenUcy2PBtUCgU5SoQKpGMkwZmM/s200/IMG_0979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402250339190091266" /></a><br /></div><div>The Peanut Parade starts with a huge cement truck dropping peanuts. Everyone goes out to the street to pick up peanuts.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqqCRgJ73pkqT7ZDKovu3W2Q0SvAC3IXG51byWz02AXw5zCJP3u4_oayqEFSp26cYM77h1GuZAs2lxeQ544SnUkNG9rRcB3S-niFgO7QREQh6lqViRR1jcrcRITuG79Fy1xbMx8Jp-qE/s1600-h/IMG_0985.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhqqCRgJ73pkqT7ZDKovu3W2Q0SvAC3IXG51byWz02AXw5zCJP3u4_oayqEFSp26cYM77h1GuZAs2lxeQ544SnUkNG9rRcB3S-niFgO7QREQh6lqViRR1jcrcRITuG79Fy1xbMx8Jp-qE/s200/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402250334762961762" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jack's favorite, the fire truck!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDoqC3ij5RFto4h9QtQeKBV3FD0OkbtHJCJwD16-blfsCvHzLHe1uoD85SMyiDALM4iYNjLqfMBOHhwIHs453Av7e0plNmWMBFuHD8R-KNGHXoais2FSejIp9GFV_mB44Nn51bI980aA/s1600-h/IMG_0993.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDoqC3ij5RFto4h9QtQeKBV3FD0OkbtHJCJwD16-blfsCvHzLHe1uoD85SMyiDALM4iYNjLqfMBOHhwIHs453Av7e0plNmWMBFuHD8R-KNGHXoais2FSejIp9GFV_mB44Nn51bI980aA/s200/IMG_0993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402250330046480962" /></a><br /></div><div>The bridge in downtown Dothan. Another one of Jack's favorites, the train track.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsX_IYp16Onyg0jnqnmtu8lPl6gGNXHS76iQxqFdfoSmFIEMRWOjqjE5mpQRiN3tUiUuIBX40IOn30l3h0s4o9WqKSmXkYg8TUlqVbahR-fDzAUbcKn2O3_c0Pr4vvjixiKHa3j5_uN3k/s1600-h/IMG_0994.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsX_IYp16Onyg0jnqnmtu8lPl6gGNXHS76iQxqFdfoSmFIEMRWOjqjE5mpQRiN3tUiUuIBX40IOn30l3h0s4o9WqKSmXkYg8TUlqVbahR-fDzAUbcKn2O3_c0Pr4vvjixiKHa3j5_uN3k/s200/IMG_0994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402249617495297906" /></a><br /><div>Nothing is better than a corndog from the Corndog Man! Jack likes the crunchy part on the stick.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE00clYKccLNs4EE8XVA4ms3BCyuBvl5_TVR-c4o-eurtRyuXhzcHs8RCNmE02KUVz8BYpKxUG48MzEEhcfHFLr5sDOuNo_ANAIfePJFIkXBko3mn_4x5aTlckNP87HEycTjaVz2sMwt4/s1600-h/IMG_0997.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE00clYKccLNs4EE8XVA4ms3BCyuBvl5_TVR-c4o-eurtRyuXhzcHs8RCNmE02KUVz8BYpKxUG48MzEEhcfHFLr5sDOuNo_ANAIfePJFIkXBko3mn_4x5aTlckNP87HEycTjaVz2sMwt4/s200/IMG_0997.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402249611809794610" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Another night at the fair with Ashley.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoIV75tFfBvF_aDX_pl6C1JktlT6Qm4CPWb1i5RCwivTsQAltRfPaGDllQeu0XXkau2v_8xLH0XF8fXVnbLMG-OXVAUlVvDPs-c3dYAIwUgxnUyiUY6eZ9vuvLQMbf89yuRNoTUym_xU/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoIV75tFfBvF_aDX_pl6C1JktlT6Qm4CPWb1i5RCwivTsQAltRfPaGDllQeu0XXkau2v_8xLH0XF8fXVnbLMG-OXVAUlVvDPs-c3dYAIwUgxnUyiUY6eZ9vuvLQMbf89yuRNoTUym_xU/s200/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402249610096556642" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, we had to slide again. Thanks, Ashley, for riding with Jack all night!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhChdRQ0IjeCSY74dwrrDUMOJBqc-ugZzi32M4VT3yqr0dsU9rUgEMy0ynLTswtxqe7Dus1V93XDODc-rpjSvOP0ivPJmSI9_BeGKFJ759DahnuQBgDO27WB5MgFOH8MVW2Rk0FLwvu0/s1600-h/IMG_1013.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhChdRQ0IjeCSY74dwrrDUMOJBqc-ugZzi32M4VT3yqr0dsU9rUgEMy0ynLTswtxqe7Dus1V93XDODc-rpjSvOP0ivPJmSI9_BeGKFJ759DahnuQBgDO27WB5MgFOH8MVW2Rk0FLwvu0/s200/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402249604817903074" /></a><br /></div><div>Jack thought he wanted to do the bungee jump, so we got him suited up.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1SCddN3gG4W4-EN8ALcn8eBB7EImDoTePQpUQ09Z2dew651ZFYVv3r4TrAuEjjcwAMsM9PMExMWZ9fkNmFq0kLKv-glktW7DWLJ_Ax9qPHzisfNpAs5E80N4GPne-nB483f5GGO7Ev8/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1SCddN3gG4W4-EN8ALcn8eBB7EImDoTePQpUQ09Z2dew651ZFYVv3r4TrAuEjjcwAMsM9PMExMWZ9fkNmFq0kLKv-glktW7DWLJ_Ax9qPHzisfNpAs5E80N4GPne-nB483f5GGO7Ev8/s200/IMG_1015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402249601677226930" /></a><br /></div><div>But of course, he wouldn't do it.</div></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-24597710151177988142009-11-01T08:52:00.004-06:002009-11-01T09:01:23.181-06:00Halloween<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDBWCPC5nq1o1K00cSwkr8IL_1XzMF2HiJDSgNB_0AkPkp5Ga3y2MVP4mrJxiYx6TuOQ0TrPrNovJvlFzYe13V58sXYgC-sNfKX2zZMOUSi4RiC0kmCwkgvUqFX_nizTGq4aE9JGc6fM/s1600-h/IMG_0937.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDBWCPC5nq1o1K00cSwkr8IL_1XzMF2HiJDSgNB_0AkPkp5Ga3y2MVP4mrJxiYx6TuOQ0TrPrNovJvlFzYe13V58sXYgC-sNfKX2zZMOUSi4RiC0kmCwkgvUqFX_nizTGq4aE9JGc6fM/s200/IMG_0937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399149195795961538" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Mike and Jack playing games at the Fall Festival at Cloverdale Baptist.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZh8Mnw00kmNasv7qCYQu46x5tX_zAlnr-3zLkjKlF9SL4T2rRf_5BeEFL3rfsQC3eyBGT1bihG2KqaiNH3FwZSRB89hKLd9G589PTxLHKnWWdtUNkLeLW7uICTmibUxDdybKTkfmhfk/s1600-h/IMG_0946.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZh8Mnw00kmNasv7qCYQu46x5tX_zAlnr-3zLkjKlF9SL4T2rRf_5BeEFL3rfsQC3eyBGT1bihG2KqaiNH3FwZSRB89hKLd9G589PTxLHKnWWdtUNkLeLW7uICTmibUxDdybKTkfmhfk/s200/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148739179384674" /></a><br /><div>Jack loves to slide!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSMxicnxJBWc1sa7GEtsrU_zi-rs3anBit2FmNFwxid1EKWa4yS6L366hRPYNePYCQyYq3IgRLRhBxx0Jo1uLCRsg-nri7raik6J9uz1PpTLXLLf_WI1JGkSBMhFG4K1_LJebmdSaty4/s1600-h/IMG_0949.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSMxicnxJBWc1sa7GEtsrU_zi-rs3anBit2FmNFwxid1EKWa4yS6L366hRPYNePYCQyYq3IgRLRhBxx0Jo1uLCRsg-nri7raik6J9uz1PpTLXLLf_WI1JGkSBMhFG4K1_LJebmdSaty4/s200/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148734477786306" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Big Jack and Little Jack, Best Buddies!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cHRhmikEKQA7oyToCi79u8c3M2sziaMdqWt0h-CY2UuPRJDdFFcP1XWOF4L0maVrj5q-1M72N3RMT2nppd6RGddTn2l_HQG2f9Y6JFkgHsJWM1RO3Vgy2cbJkPnL652z54JjWJ_1ST0/s1600-h/IMG_0952.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cHRhmikEKQA7oyToCi79u8c3M2sziaMdqWt0h-CY2UuPRJDdFFcP1XWOF4L0maVrj5q-1M72N3RMT2nppd6RGddTn2l_HQG2f9Y6JFkgHsJWM1RO3Vgy2cbJkPnL652z54JjWJ_1ST0/s200/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148731475667554" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jack didn't go trick or treating because he refused to put on his costume. Instead, he gave out candy and ate lots of it too!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZEgx5jNQ5pkv0q6acZgqiF5fdkbWfqWG6FcYsN_gAdlmPZ0tnc2Fj5coztlDjRInSOKAO-N25lFgOXBr_NFDNSr3BF5-WdZKDGpGMFKfSWKHKeyNH84jFrSD1MqdjUOjCGZvMeQ22-s/s1600-h/IMG_0956.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZEgx5jNQ5pkv0q6acZgqiF5fdkbWfqWG6FcYsN_gAdlmPZ0tnc2Fj5coztlDjRInSOKAO-N25lFgOXBr_NFDNSr3BF5-WdZKDGpGMFKfSWKHKeyNH84jFrSD1MqdjUOjCGZvMeQ22-s/s200/IMG_0956.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148727774472610" /></a><br /></div><div>The girls on Halloween.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5NhYILWt8EYHm4YJZrTh4aEHQ9oGYiRGaWFKcjVhsEOj2RMRRJjI1TDD1qXRxIGMEjhdh9pwcJKnZpfd9U8ehMX19YxosSA0twC7NC2lnTARbGV7EHaWN6zaIApQ3OyaLlPFCrmaScE/s1600-h/IMG_0957.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5NhYILWt8EYHm4YJZrTh4aEHQ9oGYiRGaWFKcjVhsEOj2RMRRJjI1TDD1qXRxIGMEjhdh9pwcJKnZpfd9U8ehMX19YxosSA0twC7NC2lnTARbGV7EHaWN6zaIApQ3OyaLlPFCrmaScE/s200/IMG_0957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399148724347217442" /></a><br /><div>The girls, plus the "studmuffin".</div></div></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-58111760079722070912009-10-27T19:35:00.005-05:002009-10-27T19:50:54.865-05:00Troy Homecoming 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUz0eIfHOXMM9oRUWM2fW_2x8ZJfYroS7nV6KyD05tMHhaoI1FitPHuVCSCzbYsoDudkw7zM1jDUwWCpZ5-C3YtqIIjucJVrS8gs7dh2G_ub-Djqg08zp8mF3ImNpw4TgP733exkc3zu0/s1600-h/DSC01067.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUz0eIfHOXMM9oRUWM2fW_2x8ZJfYroS7nV6KyD05tMHhaoI1FitPHuVCSCzbYsoDudkw7zM1jDUwWCpZ5-C3YtqIIjucJVrS8gs7dh2G_ub-Djqg08zp8mF3ImNpw4TgP733exkc3zu0/s320/DSC01067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397444999018334050" /></a><br /><div>Abby and me. Abby and her roomies were sweet enough to let us stay at their apartment. Mike and I had such a great time spending time with Abby!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mYq7dor6iG-v2_UcHsJ92detjz-Ys9HDk6fp_SHHJZ4Si5soQm9gYwZzjV4ZL4PUu6vJwQK2X88llAC3iIUJuVZLBDkEYJqa4o9Q1dS9LuRwuA8LTeWfuDGKxBbUsI3gvcpwJ53LjME/s1600-h/DSC01068.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mYq7dor6iG-v2_UcHsJ92detjz-Ys9HDk6fp_SHHJZ4Si5soQm9gYwZzjV4ZL4PUu6vJwQK2X88llAC3iIUJuVZLBDkEYJqa4o9Q1dS9LuRwuA8LTeWfuDGKxBbUsI3gvcpwJ53LjME/s320/DSC01068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397444995029356258" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mike, Uncle Woods and some other LXA alum.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUQ1aPe9o4ILXmGEZ2GY2WKJaMDImTPV79QFMCO4tlDb20WVqfvntqkpnlxYaGn6M6UvLDnYzT81lQ2MA78HWzGkdsXiKTzh1-CgSkUATPxWjjCr5HZQ_LLu3c08f67Obq30e4z-oplU/s1600-h/DSC01069.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUQ1aPe9o4ILXmGEZ2GY2WKJaMDImTPV79QFMCO4tlDb20WVqfvntqkpnlxYaGn6M6UvLDnYzT81lQ2MA78HWzGkdsXiKTzh1-CgSkUATPxWjjCr5HZQ_LLu3c08f67Obq30e4z-oplU/s320/DSC01069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397444993712442722" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amanda, me, Braxton, and Owen.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjgxioTuPyiUeM5DjBodin7SQZxUvSFdvUGmrfVmS2y-tZrRc9Nze1ALTkD4eR2tjvOPXsNTsjyPqztK-mR5CG7PetvWgMgSBF7TAFWTx1XIthDCSUqdEVmRklJSKi154HKwvgifmT0k/s1600-h/DSC01070.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjgxioTuPyiUeM5DjBodin7SQZxUvSFdvUGmrfVmS2y-tZrRc9Nze1ALTkD4eR2tjvOPXsNTsjyPqztK-mR5CG7PetvWgMgSBF7TAFWTx1XIthDCSUqdEVmRklJSKi154HKwvgifmT0k/s320/DSC01070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397444986182653042" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mike and Nathan being goofy. Or were they about to kiss?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKyr4QGAQfOHqRjvsjCRjJDlgqcCvyyNCckitTgy0e2F94pyMIZj9Y7CVBAJP1RqdwqO2jrb62BGcIzdeHMPICj3Gixal-dxO5-MtKXDm3DUxS5xHqQbJtDLb356dmZ8zX8SxVRaB8gR0/s1600-h/DSC01072.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKyr4QGAQfOHqRjvsjCRjJDlgqcCvyyNCckitTgy0e2F94pyMIZj9Y7CVBAJP1RqdwqO2jrb62BGcIzdeHMPICj3Gixal-dxO5-MtKXDm3DUxS5xHqQbJtDLb356dmZ8zX8SxVRaB8gR0/s320/DSC01072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397444983513146754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCK6i4_GRbJQtoQsEKZb9k1S0WNW8JU_nzEhUD5QFUjmF6vosSGO3yrRx1FG_caWqV6lYRFzxGi2vmhZ22ea7evxpE-yHgHgHgav79mlsOTuaS-akzebAHi6BvMBrx0UWlIisctbIyEg/s1600-h/DSC01072.jpg"></a><span><span></span></span><br /><div>Nathan, Mike and Kevin.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeaAu84RABwWsiuRX13TprrCGEcarA0ozzkJVxmNacNThDEIe3J2i4qhgvvTZFniMxE9q7CCBbwwrRN50cD4RjoH16ip3Fsc8rRrhC65TR6VFMVXBE3HQyiZrw640s5Ok6_rMHzUmQM8/s1600-h/DSC01074.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeaAu84RABwWsiuRX13TprrCGEcarA0ozzkJVxmNacNThDEIe3J2i4qhgvvTZFniMxE9q7CCBbwwrRN50cD4RjoH16ip3Fsc8rRrhC65TR6VFMVXBE3HQyiZrw640s5Ok6_rMHzUmQM8/s320/DSC01074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397443232182937650" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The 3 Mommas. Melissa was excited to tell everyone that she is expecting Baby Amos #2!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKqp9wsSiuRQb2EydkAbkv1sYobunwtcDye2Qg5rOttVDqLLOgO6YxL0Mg0oJCtE7_Fy81-XEJw33P-rZjrpJlkdbWh98ifOnUC8C2P0UnrL5WDavomIxSHmWPl1znNXpQ4VaJ79kkBw/s1600-h/DSC01075.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKqp9wsSiuRQb2EydkAbkv1sYobunwtcDye2Qg5rOttVDqLLOgO6YxL0Mg0oJCtE7_Fy81-XEJw33P-rZjrpJlkdbWh98ifOnUC8C2P0UnrL5WDavomIxSHmWPl1znNXpQ4VaJ79kkBw/s320/DSC01075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397443226220220882" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jess, April, Selena, Jennifer, Melissa and Amanda. The Chi O's showing support for the Trojans!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZP5p731cbfkEUGKXtCbMjapVf0fcQTiv-jJmn2VbbCmXSyujAvLdFzXuMGKYlNKLhWXh-9Q8FO8xjb2qdSrZjifgRbqF_9bNc6jcTJXLQFVh6FoAnslhoqpwR-_nR33owXn6_kiHyLk/s1600-h/DSC01077.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZP5p731cbfkEUGKXtCbMjapVf0fcQTiv-jJmn2VbbCmXSyujAvLdFzXuMGKYlNKLhWXh-9Q8FO8xjb2qdSrZjifgRbqF_9bNc6jcTJXLQFVh6FoAnslhoqpwR-_nR33owXn6_kiHyLk/s320/DSC01077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397443216290408466" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jess, Amanda, Susan and Kim at the band party.</div></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-26813656665216925832009-10-23T13:36:00.001-05:002009-10-23T13:39:11.140-05:00I hate TN! Check out this youtube video, sooo funny!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt2BAfhUHX0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt2BAfhUHX0</a>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-17078360576874505932009-10-19T09:56:00.005-05:002009-10-19T10:09:18.886-05:00Jack's first day of school<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI9SixcEVgZ45_nT9zXleXE12javfwFM3hFtsvX_fc0Y7sRrevu1OFjQF8faDj5COCry02Jovxo3amh8stwsLTmbYt0qs2Y8fYm8ao_N1QEoBU8Xbmdi4wqTwwoYpqKt10XJlLh5_8KM/s1600-h/IMG_0914.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI9SixcEVgZ45_nT9zXleXE12javfwFM3hFtsvX_fc0Y7sRrevu1OFjQF8faDj5COCry02Jovxo3amh8stwsLTmbYt0qs2Y8fYm8ao_N1QEoBU8Xbmdi4wqTwwoYpqKt10XJlLh5_8KM/s200/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327428228002610" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6LEFtUsGdzXbe-2SPKfuDF8Zrmt7FbLj7c3u6we9eWj7z65inCi5vfImJPLeS8ZtWKD5cyJyt3Igvxu3-ExRV0Dwd8T1SrtAS2dtcuJmZ2sLuYBR5t_TS61r1hIm0SfpQOoe1zOZ5J4/s200/IMG_0916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394325632388085154" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6LEFtUsGdzXbe-2SPKfuDF8Zrmt7FbLj7c3u6we9eWj7z65inCi5vfImJPLeS8ZtWKD5cyJyt3Igvxu3-ExRV0Dwd8T1SrtAS2dtcuJmZ2sLuYBR5t_TS61r1hIm0SfpQOoe1zOZ5J4/s1600-h/IMG_0916.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhfwGTTnS3CtARnFAM31QK5mLhu2odoSaLEcKCsgoS-U_664QMz-EcfWtm8Je9N9bPyQ3Kwnf7gC64RCsEIEyFQ5br5x6MrAj2g9uhw0Qo58nwePfgCoGnv0AQMhSebQ-HkBjLyuWmFU/s200/IMG_0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394325661129042466" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wiping my sugar off.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-27606901977159142072009-10-19T09:36:00.008-05:002009-10-19T09:56:11.737-05:00DHS Class Reunion<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCB01b-eD5CgcWe30l5InaUnB-yqhkTKaf0C5BnmVQHVMBtGLBNL1cNQnpGEiP2r24fCk6g4PVyuXzdfI2KQ7sr1_WYFNvnGxZB_wo3eMTuMgcSP2MZ3F6yriaW05PLu6t5SD1-RCJ4Q/s200/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394320647134687090" /><br /><br /><br />Me and Owen, about to go to my reunion.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbxAMXELgVXjpLYoVitrMj_xoCuC6HYhK8XYb-7scfDld1vbbkuvL5-AkoE58s1PemRQaguuKtxbEMf9vTYvY31wi29Md0i3Qvw_4tccRq0k_GWwGzxpPD-cXH3R1Uwtf4fEoRBV8I4E/s200/IMG_0890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394323047083617218" /></div><div> </div><div> Everybody knows Wolf,and Wolf knows everyone! He swore that Mikewas his classmate. As a matter of fact, Mike was one of</div><div>the first people to get a hug from him.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGY6OAWx3_TXD3MFoUoodYM_4y7d98HiwDfH6-ppAwHCHtnZXuJs2LKe81kN9ZBx6QSSzeMHskUkXX6CoIVE0R65QGSUsY_f9UQCrKJ54u9e0miwhAJcOSRrLZbTe9jAy9CTR1ouZzNoA/s200/IMG_0891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394321801020883618" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Amanda and her husband, Chris. Amanda has been my friend since the 2nd grade!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBrYzuN-Vr_DvQxxvQdzgz81a147B2H_hDq4LiIpRcCYkXFLAmL-JObHuDpNbNVsFNrrvQ_AE6KC7Q501ep71orRMYMgp-0TTWx1HVYq7SCkZglKN5JtMj7SNHGKn3tWJv4SBE0YAlLM/s200/IMG_0895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394322293421090130" /></div><div>Me and Mike!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Seniors 99</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWqfycXMkSjeNsFG4r0xKUdFutpvuRvfGbZ712fxuuhTIDS7A6kmbsJ0i6GIfWEemUnesCiTDx62aJ4qn5yIzOeHKzd6QMI5gUUbG43soXCMxVh_3aQ9s1zqD8lH5OXV7ZAbegY0DUzkc/s200/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394324850190569778" /><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbM3IQQZH-ff1QYyMOVK7861GVTeM5brQZx2ujosWQHSrYi3A94_PJAvVaiO-doN6dewy3c5nkO9plYbKcYcxBK6RbSsXBN5PooYE5SqNZO2jll3LygmegwGza1ZkrR4mHmxgsX1_7Tw/s200/IMG_0897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394323553321063810" /></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-12747838905963451662009-10-16T22:27:00.002-05:002009-10-16T22:30:27.776-05:00School SuppliesSo today, Jack and I hit up Wal-Mart for school supplies. We are still short a pencil box and safety scissors. I am still wondering why my 3 year old needs a pencil box, maybe for his crayons? Jack is so excited that he got glue, crayons and paint! I think Monday may just be easier than I am anticipating. Wish us luck!Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-86302181112026105562009-10-12T19:06:00.007-05:002009-10-12T19:39:25.410-05:00The pumpkin patch<div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z8jzSOkS1nlJ_MtONWe6iI4Ua5yW5q1w8FAkCjL9Z4heOF0OSiolW5vWkXaOWYTEZUVOBZnfRqjuGexrLGwWFjATt7C_rDNrq29c44QGyFahGZczwKfX2tTqqF8PN6kQ-EDYEAirJ68/s200/IMG_0874_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391871640781997634" /></div><div>Jack had so much fun at the pumpkin patch this weekend! We went to Aplin Farms where they had a pumpkin patch, sunflower fields, corn maze and farm animals. We started out by taking a wagon ride out to the pumpkin field.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewq3DStdEYWGHZRV6PjXDapKpSCiKc9oy5mEZdircqBJWIeuZoogfkOWNczZ1AiUM6RSNy3hKxhbfhMTS4BR08Fvji_GGWAox9emq4A-a1OQtbXxG9ZA7YV7RdhSJXodcZNru0zt1ZYg/s200/IMG_0879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391871630725803410" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />We got fresh cut sunflowers. They were beautiful!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHjL0ME1R3jOjG9aRr13Qw8jrBMtfZO8yrudaoGQL_mNl0dLhQQzZaorXV1KRCYABhaOD7sBtUkVABymVtXbLWmMhbjBAMrSyAPCC4GXuU7vo6u_uyM_k_j-rn5XkPlowJX_x_Ck2Nzw/s200/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391875218682873890" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jack loves to smell any kind of flower! He said that the sunflowers smelled very good!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaA4-uONcrGXeCVB52-qCaBqyF5uSRdMetT_tmb9b_IBQUT3reANWrD9hYwt6XVBTA_KkAoNDfaxPqtKRNQCTNaa_-57KuWtFh8tlUK5JN2jtrrUihewgDVBKKEw5ntlDr9jFdZC1Cok/s200/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391876630413859250" /></div><div><br />We all picked pumpkins. Jack wanted a small pumpkin to take home.</div><div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGlsCPC8I4tgO5wRzFvf1CXHGsXhF7Fhvb-ZoEkojRALrY17hWKQkGN1tuOR-AJrDvsQTO8m5OvCjT-8kN-2uveO06_V9hr5SbAFCJQn7ILJoIJi-YCs_d2Dksc-nnp1hsn7zkcq0y0E/s200/IMG_0886.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391871681053532146" /></div><div>The boys with the giant spider.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>FYI- We still cannot figure out a second name for Owen. Mike and I just can't agree. It seems like Jack was so easy to name. Help!</div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-50104179887446000312009-10-06T22:34:00.003-05:002009-10-06T23:13:10.437-05:00What works for usNow that we know the gender of the baby, I can finally shop for him. Not that I need to do a lot, but we will have to get new furniture for Baby Carty. I have spent most of my evening looking at baby bedding and I think I have found something that I like. Well, I love it, to be honest. So, hopefully this weekend, we can get it ordered.<div><br /></div><div>Jack started talking about his baby brother in a positive light today. Mike and I have pretty much decided that Little Carty will be called Owen, but we don't have anything to go with it. Jack says it should be Owen "Thomas". Can you guess why?</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, we also paid Jack's tuition for K-3. He will start right after fall break and he can hardly wait. I am so nervous that he is going to "real" school. I know that he will fit right in because there are mostly boys in his class, which is good because he doesn't really care to play with little girls very much. He is growing up so quickly, I just can't seem to imagine him going to "big boy" school.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jack starting school has made me think about the things that I have learned in these short 3 years. Some of the lessons that I have learned were learned the hard way and some were just common sense to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. Not all kids require a strict schedule! I always put Jack to bed at the same time at night, </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>but I usually didn't make him take a nap. I didn't feel like I should waste both our time and </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>energy on something like that. Maybe I have an abnormal child, but he has never really </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>fought sleep that much. I just never made him feel like he absolutely had to take a nap.</div><div><br /></div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. If you wake a baby up every few hours to eat, how will they learn to sleep through the <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>night? I know that babies need so many calories per day, but Jack always ate just as much </div><div> in his 12-14 hour day as some babies do in a 24 hour period. He also slept through the </div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>night at 2 months and I firmly believe that the reason was because I didn't wake him up to </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>feed him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. Our doctor would not allow us to change Jack's formula, even with severe colic, I now </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>disagree! Jack's pediatrician in Montgomery was a very old school doctor. Apparently, he </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>never had a baby with colic! He always told me that changing formula was a last resort.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Stupid me, I never did the research to see that there is formula specially formulated for</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>babies with colic.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4. When you choose your baby bedding, don't forget that your baby will very soon be a </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>toddler and your toddler will probably outgrow that "babyish" bedding. When I bought </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Jack's furniture and bedding, I made sure that the crib converted and the bedding would</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>also suite a toddler. When we converted Jack's bed to a toddler bed, I was soooo glad that </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the bedding was just a tad bit "older" than the baby look.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>5. I don't believe in making a baby sleep on his/her back. Yes, I know, research this, </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>research that! When we brought Jack home from the hospital, he would sleep for a short </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>time on his back, but when we put him on his stomach, he slept much better and longer.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When we were babies, the research said that stomach sleeping was better and we all </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>survived!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>6. Allowing your child to make their own decisions teaches them to think on their own.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Whether it be a meal or what to do during the day, I always give Jack a choice, or at least</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>make him feel like he made the decision. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>7. Most importantly, I have learned to do what is best for Jack, not what a book tells me </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>or a doctor tells me. Every child is different and not all methods and research are right for</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>all children!</div><div><br /></div><div>Jack teaches me something new everyday! I have so much more to go!</div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-53502017172686649102009-10-05T12:42:00.000-05:002009-10-05T13:00:10.429-05:00It's a boy!!!!!!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389172782732709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDYUdL95YJcCyYqsjp68LI59B7Xp-LQ-W_rJDGovtiBRR5WVkASmQh4OCU34nibMJl6XaHF5EBJyan-ikeu6xu1DReWBZ1Yc0wH9DtndN0IlydkQ1ZuPCiq8vJx_YGmdbw87ClJLgd28/s200/Baby+Carty+Oct+2009-2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Today was the big day, the day that we have waited for finally came!!!! After months of being told "you're having a girl" and "we need another girl in the family", we got the news that we are in fact, having another boy! We are so excited that Jack will have a baby brother and a best friend. As Mike says, "I have my boys!" We couldn't be more thrilled!<br /><br /><br /><p>We decided to take Jack with us this morning as well as "Grandmother". I started preparing Jack last night for what we would be doing at the doctor's office. He was not interested at all last night. This morning, he seemed to welcome the little bit of conversation that we had. He was amazed at the big screen that his little brother's picture was on, for about a minute, then as a normal 3 year old, he lost interest.</p><br /><p>As soon as the ultrasound tech put the wand on my stomach, we knew it was a boy!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389174697431238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ErwQartvjJGx1efhMTXQWKW4C36AbVK6JYtpTvbIApmb1g6nUEc2exscjl2tLulP_r4De7k9XdQmVkBnAjvJEE3BAsyjxxetEN3z-kt3CuJ1ScvEsEBFcnbUAZ3X1KECc9cThDdk0uk/s200/Baby+Carty+Oct+2009-4.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>In true, Jack Carty fashion, Little Carty showed "the goods". There was no doubt and the ultrasound tech didn't even have to tell us. Most importantly, Baby Carty is very healthy. His weight is a little above average as well as his measurements. Since Jack's weight was so low, Mike and I were excited to hear that Little Carty is above average.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389176469792659394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtEYH8zsWRJ2f6iz9P09kYzqbVB4GbcTBIhFxkNO0CuVO5NLqXOp0NfeRqN_8mCizvjkUqyNbiRoQ1KXIHwIF2UFhSxyWKcqSu8fZZbMraPvcfHDKDIxdnU3dlvz4CGkNaKfENPLPt5o/s200/Baby+Carty+Oct+2009.jpg" border="0" />Mike and I are so excited!!! We know that he will be called Owen, but we can't think of another name to go with it.<br /></p><p></p>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-48886884719903159042009-10-03T22:27:00.000-05:002009-10-03T22:37:01.174-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzaVK1MxatGLbWHYOlsJDPA_kBJwl-Rkjb9pDSrlUJM30RmuGw4oTjHbufkQY8TD-imth2H136G0tizFsDlZXvDp9pFVPZWa6lZGmVe154OCnrtkssn3QwVCrwmIVvuK2zgJOEqp12Ag/s1600-h/IMG_0860.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzaVK1MxatGLbWHYOlsJDPA_kBJwl-Rkjb9pDSrlUJM30RmuGw4oTjHbufkQY8TD-imth2H136G0tizFsDlZXvDp9pFVPZWa6lZGmVe154OCnrtkssn3QwVCrwmIVvuK2zgJOEqp12Ag/s200/IMG_0860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388583575652508626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLBUugmaAYlJ4xevWwwdI0iTrvw0bV0rzNX0agjWksDCmDPdvBXGCkQLuVI4grSCNmetZhFEy58jbqPsnyFHhxfYz3Lhge929tUjR87abHX6rN_3o7CqOXxgjfz76vk5d-5dqQipz4rA/s1600-h/IMG_0866.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLBUugmaAYlJ4xevWwwdI0iTrvw0bV0rzNX0agjWksDCmDPdvBXGCkQLuVI4grSCNmetZhFEy58jbqPsnyFHhxfYz3Lhge929tUjR87abHX6rN_3o7CqOXxgjfz76vk5d-5dqQipz4rA/s200/IMG_0866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388583567045680034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP3R1ykJX0N8M-YdcLg0BTbSBKxDMJA2eAVjxXNAYQzMwODlnI0PgW7sVpGX1PgomctBazdKymLVe3FgxXrzlc56JKTtgTGxpeCLBOXkUgFSauNqjuQM3ETChNqAVS2SoRUZj_Hdp8t0/s1600-h/IMG_0868.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP3R1ykJX0N8M-YdcLg0BTbSBKxDMJA2eAVjxXNAYQzMwODlnI0PgW7sVpGX1PgomctBazdKymLVe3FgxXrzlc56JKTtgTGxpeCLBOXkUgFSauNqjuQM3ETChNqAVS2SoRUZj_Hdp8t0/s200/IMG_0868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388583560212062802" /></a><br />This weekend was a fun weekend for us! On Friday night, we went to the homecoming game at Dothan High with Abby and Ryan. Dothan played pretty well and Jack had a good time. I took my camera with me, but when I tried to turn it on, the battery was dead. So, no pics from Friday night.<div>Today, we went to the Seller's twins (Abigail and Ethan) birthday party. The twins turned 4! Jack had a lot of fun playing on the playground and popping bubbles. It was great to see Kim and to catch up with her family.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-39656225504837411092009-09-25T12:33:00.000-05:002009-09-25T12:53:00.816-05:009/25What a bittersweet day! Today is the anniversary of my Grandmother's death. On this day every year, I try to reminisce on all of the wonderful times that I had with her instead of thinking about what this day actually means.<br /> Granny was a very small, petite woman who had such a fiery personality. You didn't want to mess with her, that's for sure and you always wanted her on your side! She loved to look good. From her head to her toes, she was always dressed well. I think she had enough jewlry to wear something new everyday for 6 months! Granny loved her church and all of her church friends, but most importantly, she loved her family. Her best friend was her sister, and believe me, they shared EVERYTHING! Granny's relationship with my Papa made me laugh quite a bit. He never seemed to know when to keep his opinion to himself, so she kept him in check all the time. She was a heck of a money manager. Pops made the money and she decided when and where to spend it. Granny loved a good social gathering. I remember many occasions, when I was a child, where she entertained her friends. The night would always start with a good dinner, and would end with everyone playing cards or a board game. Her friends always seemed like family to me. The memories that stick out the most in my mind is when she would hold me down and tickle me until I couldn't breathe! I had a great time with her!<br /> I don't think I've ever met anyone else like my grandmother. So today, I remember her and hope that she is proud of the person that I have become. I know that Jack would love her too.Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-43355265566204460982009-09-24T15:51:00.000-05:002009-09-24T16:07:28.841-05:00Jack loves trains!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKTBkJV6tYaMs17K3XL9wLUlBd33Hx-zQsf8UpMgEkp9CvXa4z5QjTImO84zY5N4Dp3frw9S9oMbYYYzagCS6r3oy05xv9Pjy7EASPMb3XdsKdCsb5j1ZaZLI70LE78LvJcU_h7uwjbk/s1600-h/IMG_0858.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKTBkJV6tYaMs17K3XL9wLUlBd33Hx-zQsf8UpMgEkp9CvXa4z5QjTImO84zY5N4Dp3frw9S9oMbYYYzagCS6r3oy05xv9Pjy7EASPMb3XdsKdCsb5j1ZaZLI70LE78LvJcU_h7uwjbk/s200/IMG_0858.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385140071559975938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBE9IReiLCVxYe7Y_br7m73a3yFNNAN7eSYTR12zm8wq5NzoL7BPznAwbxWS-WecAcSvJvPEJf-B6gCSKFC97iOaAWcQfRASj3BmWZHN53lzXAx8850LqzfnwyNo1bHcY3v3hA7znjn1E/s1600-h/IMG_0854.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBE9IReiLCVxYe7Y_br7m73a3yFNNAN7eSYTR12zm8wq5NzoL7BPznAwbxWS-WecAcSvJvPEJf-B6gCSKFC97iOaAWcQfRASj3BmWZHN53lzXAx8850LqzfnwyNo1bHcY3v3hA7znjn1E/s200/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385140070115447042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-LzxoxQvOG36HmuJZ1aIxMyKul_bahJTYXshGJxSKB4doClE_Dmh3iLZp2w01ml2szGo7XaxFgIQURKjWEy6TjxkcbHTihNF_QDejsEeaYTriZT1VofY_Q7PVzg6RFo4vjClpgbzyODo/s1600-h/IMG_0841.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-LzxoxQvOG36HmuJZ1aIxMyKul_bahJTYXshGJxSKB4doClE_Dmh3iLZp2w01ml2szGo7XaxFgIQURKjWEy6TjxkcbHTihNF_QDejsEeaYTriZT1VofY_Q7PVzg6RFo4vjClpgbzyODo/s200/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385140061371102018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnniG0AKANAQAN04g0i_TM0Vk-YvbSl88rVHsMAfZKbNJEvrW0Q_fRmgzt1sMpOAGR8NACwii6ur85ELOklFs9OIFB6vHGhITknRfa0uzdhv8MQ2Z6yB3lwgFZ09LZWUlMkiknZQYyHU/s1600-h/IMG_0837.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnniG0AKANAQAN04g0i_TM0Vk-YvbSl88rVHsMAfZKbNJEvrW0Q_fRmgzt1sMpOAGR8NACwii6ur85ELOklFs9OIFB6vHGhITknRfa0uzdhv8MQ2Z6yB3lwgFZ09LZWUlMkiknZQYyHU/s200/IMG_0837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385140050292364146" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Last weekend, Jack got to go to the train show here in Dothan. He absolutely loved it! Anyone that has ever spent any time with Jack knows that he is insane over any kind of train or train track! He started out by just being into Thomas, but his obsession quickly turned into loving any kind of train. Other "phases" of toys have come and gone, but his love for trains has remained. Maybe one day he will be a train engineer, who knows!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing else is really going on with us. Mike's boss rode with him this week and he did very well on the review that he was given. Mike continues to do better and better with his job. Everytime he gets a review, he does bettter and better. This time, he got the best score possible. It's so funny to me because each time he says he will probably not do very well on the evaluation. He is such a humble person! I think if I were doing as well as he is, I would have a big head!!! Not Mike!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oct 5 is coming soon, but not soon enough. I am getting so anxious! This is the part of pregnancy that I love the most! It seems that there are a few people that we know who are execting babies right now, so I know they are going through the same thing. There must be something in the water!</div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-72676588114946897732009-09-21T18:37:00.000-05:002009-09-21T18:51:36.578-05:00Exciting news!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Last night was a great night at the Carty house! Jack slept in his new "big boy" bed all by himself. Mom and Ron took him to the train show yesterday afternoon, so while he was gone, Mike and I set his bed up. I was so scared that he wouldn't like it! He immediately demanded that we put the "covers" on the bed and wanted to take a nap. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>At his normal bedtime, we put him in his bed with the TV on. I layed with him for about 30 minutes and got up while he was still awake. When I went to check on him a little later, he was sound asleep. I couldn't believe it! </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>He did call for us twice, once at 1:00 and again at 5:00. Both times, he stayed in his bed and never asked to get back in ours. What a great night!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>On a different note, my doctor's appointment went very well today. I talked to Dr. Gilchrist about my inability to sleep and all the other stuff that comes along with the "job". Most importantly, we have our ultrasound scheduled for Oct 5 at 8:00 am! So now the question comes, "Do you want a boy or a girl?" I can honestly say that it doesn't matter to me. I think that Mike and I have had it very easy when it comes to parenthood. Jack is a great little kid and I can only pray that the new baby will be half as wonderful as he is!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So, let's hope that tonight is just as great as last night!</div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-91830021496691028872009-09-19T20:17:00.000-05:002009-09-19T20:41:52.534-05:00Troy Game<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Today, we went to the Troy/UAB game in Troy. We had a lot of fun seeing friends that we hardly ever get to see. We also got to spend a little time with Ashley. We wanted to see her new apartment, but didn't get there in time. We will just have to make time when we go back for Homcoming. Ashley bought Jack his Troy jersey and it looked soooooo cute!<br /><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpovDAMtfbAcwo9LApvsS0vqAqwbh3FMVL8dUMK2ftioPL_XzvcPqHtZK8lTqAEcz0pn_4Vl8CeLpLM2R_lYaSD7IzPkPD0gSRBsz6jCA9dRVec_Iq_nEb1NpRBYOshqkws6bGcrouaU/s200/DSC01037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383354975994145378" /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxPsV7B1uvss9vUNf38FQSCgOtzBD4PQXHeht6dxeLaoxkC8_QT32du0I4d8oP3Frz_7vm_7YPv84RtPgqVQ81pqzpsO0QMxhqfS1xFraYDZVpQIPi1iY6aPU7RZCoAXeFjZxSXcKsSA/s320/DSC01035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383354085227774258" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>We spent a little time at the LXA tent where Jack played cornhole with the guys. We also met up with Melissa, Brooks and Chris Amos. Melissa painted some trains for Jack's room (will post pics later) and they are great! She is such a talented person!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzN_uZQDgeZ8a_nDeqvvr0w7HWHjrVkvl6C8IH3t0Rr-qGle2ySqtSOVKpKg9E8bgAxDqvpsvCWPDFwYLOCNoAFvj68zVo2evbERiI9q3-e4vZyM-kfeT0yrkc2JU8vQC04XhFiJt-U4/s200/DSC01038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383356388469886450" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrW7EfmcgA1UwDzKJnFtZ0PGYSBkynUcVxgppBL_twWW-37XtU759yq_dXqNfODrbVzHfo880AUKsCsNxRq9aNxd0LVG9RLE2iIIQST9FvjwN320lDx3AikStD_MjhJm4dHxEihg7vbUU/s200/DSC01042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383357720033835586" /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Jack really enjoyed the game, but was very tired. Tomorrow, he is going to the train show. What a fun and busy weekend for Jack!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468333926721226554.post-28189354594700467432009-09-14T15:10:00.001-05:002009-09-14T15:15:30.667-05:00My first blog<div>Mike and I have been back in my hometown for about a year. We have moved from Ft. Walton Beach to Montgomery, and finally back to Dothan. Mike is working for ECR Pharmaceuticals and loves it! He truely believes that this is his calling. I help Mom out with her books and anything else that she needs. </div>
<br /><div>Jack has just turned 3 and he is the most wonderful child that anyone could ask for. He amazes Mike and me everyday!</div>
<br /><div>We are expecting our second child in March, so I figured this would be a great way to document the kids' lives and to keep our friends and family in the loop.</div>Carty'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000791479437004126noreply@blogger.com2