tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55936577335913853162024-03-05T06:52:01.473-07:00The Brantley BoysThe Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.comBlogger477125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-77481668665117448012014-01-06T18:29:00.001-07:002014-01-06T18:29:40.236-07:00I'm Your Baby Forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8l1j0WpMO5UQDJKX5_FuV_SXmYRxYQ4asSlc3_FMClxuaXni4fKaQLxl9qxuP-Sg9JJyaUueMu9cUFiQzeKfaxH9hqiPOcXJSlsvx_-qTLyc83lGHwS7WAn_pDgXhDGqf8WwKB9nFgg/s1600/Fisher3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8l1j0WpMO5UQDJKX5_FuV_SXmYRxYQ4asSlc3_FMClxuaXni4fKaQLxl9qxuP-Sg9JJyaUueMu9cUFiQzeKfaxH9hqiPOcXJSlsvx_-qTLyc83lGHwS7WAn_pDgXhDGqf8WwKB9nFgg/s400/Fisher3.jpeg" /></a></div>
Yesterday, my baby boy turned three. One month ago, we used the last pull-up/diaper in our home.
Tonight, I did something that I almost never did...I rocked my baby to sleep. I was adamantly opposed to rocking my child to sleep regularly, which was my personal preference. Tonight, I felt myself clinging to any piece of a baby/toddler that I might have around my house. So I rocked him. I told him, like I almost daily do, that he is a walking miracle child. In fact, last night when I was having this discussion with him, I asked him if he understood what a miracle is, to which he responded, "yes...Joseph, Jesus, and the Grinch." Sort of, buddy. And after I was done rocking him, I put him in his bed (which is newly without bed rails) and he opened his eyes to look at me and said, "sleep with me mommy." He says this every night. Tonight, I may have been tempted to jump in bed with him since my flight departs at 7:30 am and I won't see him for a few days. But, while I rocked him, he had some killer flatulence and I wasn't about to subject myself to that punishment. As I walked out, he said, "mommy...I'm your baby forever." I love those words. And now I understand why my parents called me their baby forever...annoyingly long. But I was their last. I get that now.
We are done having kids. We are closed for business, so to speak. I have no regrets about that. But as of a few weeks ago, I find myself just longing to soak up time with my youngest. I'm sure it is due to the fact that I know I will never see this age again, and I actually really love the two year old age. Moreover, Fisher is like a kindred spirit of mine. And before anyone thinks it...I don't love one of my kids more than another, but there is certainly a different type of connection for me with Fisher. Adam understands Harrison in ways that I cannot relate to and I believe the same goes for my relationship with Fisher.
Anyway, all of this has me thinking about if this time is like an Empty Nesters Syndrome; only such different points in their lives. But I desperately want to bring them back yet I'm so proud of who they are becoming and do not want to stand in the way of that. That's similar, right?
Maybe I'm just looking to explain this new place of transition that I have found myself in unexpectedly. Adam and I keep hoping and praying that our life will have minimal transition as we have literally transitioned something huge every year since we were married. Now I'm starting to think that life is just a series of transitions. And that's what makes life a journey. How you live your life in those transitions seems to be what is most important.
The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-85212194364189566422013-11-25T22:29:00.000-07:002013-11-25T22:34:40.997-07:00It Has Been a WhileSo, I randomly just decided to check my blog tonight as I was curious really how long it had been. You know, with Harrison, I posted too regularly and had each year (the first three) made into a blog book. For Fisher, well, I haven't done any of that. It is a shame. It is one of those things that as you look at other parents, you proudly declare that "I will do it differently." Similar to before you have kids and you say "I will never" to all of those things that you inevitably do within your first 6 months. I was one of those pet people that was sure that my pets wouldn't be on the back burner once I had kids. After all, I had two big dogs that I loved and I wanted to take them every where. Well, that changed in about .2 hours.
Life is totally different now. I'm a traveling, working mom. And it is crazy tough. I travel almost every Tuesday through Thursday. This mostly means that I have an amazing husband who keeps life afloat without me...which honestly brings me the greatest joy, yet in this weird way brings me guilt that I'm not needed in this awful co-dependent way.
On Tuesday mornings on the plane, I often second-guess my career choice. I can't believe I'm leaving the three most important people in my life behind for two and a half days. It is incredibly hard. Sometimes I will journal about it. More often than not, I usually develop this crazy lump in my throat. But the reality is...life is hard. And it is full of choices. And we have to make sacrifices. One thing I know, is that I'm exactly where the Lord wants me. Now, it gives me a peace of mind as I leave every Tuesday...but it doesn't really make it less hard. I have also learned to not let others judge your sacrifice. Working for a super-conservative company, I have heard around the water-cooler, "well I guess she chose her career over her kids." That statement literally makes me want to punch someone...and then elbow drop them. The reality is...I'm choosing Jesus...and His plans for my life. What that means...well, when I get home on Thursday, I'm a much better mom than I would have been if I had been there all week. I know...it sounds crazy. But I miss them so terribly, that I just want to squeeze and pester them all hours of the day. Now that I'm typing this, I'm not sure those facts qualify me as a better mom...but you will just have to trust me.
I know there will be a day when my boys ask me why I was gone so much. In fact, Harrison has begged me a few times to not leave. And, wow, those days are crazy-difficult. But the joy that my explanation brings me and them in why I leave, makes it worth it.
So, why do you do what you do? I'm learning that figuring out the answer to that "why" question, makes all of the difference in the world.
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Sass took some pictures of my boys (and all of the other kids) at my 30th Birthday Bash. I wish I had taken pictures that day because my favorite people on the planet were definitely there and I never got any pictures. It was such a fun day. Not to mention...I got to share it with these cute kiddos.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-26964718690949409912012-06-04T01:13:00.001-06:002012-06-04T01:13:41.391-06:00For the sake of putting something on here...I need to hire someone to blog for me. And really, take pictures for me. My new job training has taken me away from the kiddos and I really haven't been around them to take pictures. And when I am around, all I can think about is spending time with them. I miss them like crazy so if you see any of my boys, give them a squeeze for me.
But this comes up what the boys are doing without me...going to the beach...having fun. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrx32ei3NEGnYITvhTS2uh_IcNzQHRX5ulwzjOb3PLn4q46zyVKBBqM8P5QdDcWHzWQuE5lD1Ke9ZplV26shyphenhyphencW1A4NEOXJJfCNs2KUZthxXiquaPTfLfx3Pl8Pfwt5GJPxuFl9R5690/s1600/IMG_7206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrx32ei3NEGnYITvhTS2uh_IcNzQHRX5ulwzjOb3PLn4q46zyVKBBqM8P5QdDcWHzWQuE5lD1Ke9ZplV26shyphenhyphencW1A4NEOXJJfCNs2KUZthxXiquaPTfLfx3Pl8Pfwt5GJPxuFl9R5690/s400/IMG_7206.JPG" /></a>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoKKWT-M4k7NIw_-rxfnIIfplqFWVBK9OPlijKBqyC_P52yLSaMk-HGXE9o-6SsTWKt83mXPY1iUkXh3EiFn24LRKApeC2ATlSbvinwgihTPSXb6LXwTaEoIBSDbPa0EAkP7x4qpW3Bs/s1600/IMG_7213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoKKWT-M4k7NIw_-rxfnIIfplqFWVBK9OPlijKBqyC_P52yLSaMk-HGXE9o-6SsTWKt83mXPY1iUkXh3EiFn24LRKApeC2ATlSbvinwgihTPSXb6LXwTaEoIBSDbPa0EAkP7x4qpW3Bs/s400/IMG_7213.JPG" /></a>The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-52077466792040760722012-04-16T13:33:00.003-06:002012-04-16T13:42:44.771-06:00Meeting Brantley Bagwell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPzVgeGqPePx9AdCCwy1vs-R3ynYyAwBGoNvl3KDBrmibMrOGEnpsCgixxVWV2yZn1pEUNdIAHk-b1STB3WlluKRBSZqNSUuNLIDcsUB7OLcdm4acd4_ExhJbog1xpqwvzgD5xxuDGyg/s1600/IMG_7182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPzVgeGqPePx9AdCCwy1vs-R3ynYyAwBGoNvl3KDBrmibMrOGEnpsCgixxVWV2yZn1pEUNdIAHk-b1STB3WlluKRBSZqNSUuNLIDcsUB7OLcdm4acd4_ExhJbog1xpqwvzgD5xxuDGyg/s400/IMG_7182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085492680315250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5Kag4p5JJzP_PITzLoZJTKUzmIeJqkdWKS0_hgcCDdPNf7f4SrCI7u1WIcc-JEpA4iOZA-Xut_Bkd5ZFfQE-iN106hqZu3Eb5us4n02L5MD_gcpCeRhipR_WvWxwBattGiK2vSQwCk0/s1600/IMG_7186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5Kag4p5JJzP_PITzLoZJTKUzmIeJqkdWKS0_hgcCDdPNf7f4SrCI7u1WIcc-JEpA4iOZA-Xut_Bkd5ZFfQE-iN106hqZu3Eb5us4n02L5MD_gcpCeRhipR_WvWxwBattGiK2vSQwCk0/s400/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085483152329314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZ57qi9DsO7ZhUwPYPYSbB8jfh8ojlV-4S7dTf72k_5R89__2JxHDZTxCaUHcdpgcIHsHjtDxTJSIDCwocgbFepYt5eCPU2RBl2vvCrhvaswuZQ7H7IN7G_b5BA0cbZrgodcnP9aCL88/s1600/IMG_7162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZ57qi9DsO7ZhUwPYPYSbB8jfh8ojlV-4S7dTf72k_5R89__2JxHDZTxCaUHcdpgcIHsHjtDxTJSIDCwocgbFepYt5eCPU2RBl2vvCrhvaswuZQ7H7IN7G_b5BA0cbZrgodcnP9aCL88/s400/IMG_7162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085469456063890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HhsGpCek5lAy71JSQs2cJJNbJW6_8W3ijdJrqwD03YG8roUihWb4Ufrz5yUrBS0vvzGbp_feSmWIq1lHavJc44yxtQaXB-9LzlNx_Ws4h3TPPg_Xlweox4wHMrKcH1tdYa2QwYdS-D4/s1600/IMG_7083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8HhsGpCek5lAy71JSQs2cJJNbJW6_8W3ijdJrqwD03YG8roUihWb4Ufrz5yUrBS0vvzGbp_feSmWIq1lHavJc44yxtQaXB-9LzlNx_Ws4h3TPPg_Xlweox4wHMrKcH1tdYa2QwYdS-D4/s400/IMG_7083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085460599727602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtKdzkUTryqdhZm8Ae4GMlkx_MSQl86lN5-NOrBZcKOTvP4Dg4Ybk7TFI12zMttlZbDhNVrAQ4tq2p1TiHoe3UuUKjf4XbjvyH00frjzAx9-XRimGzrU4WmMk8Qt6M79o4EPeJ5chou4/s1600/IMG_7073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtKdzkUTryqdhZm8Ae4GMlkx_MSQl86lN5-NOrBZcKOTvP4Dg4Ybk7TFI12zMttlZbDhNVrAQ4tq2p1TiHoe3UuUKjf4XbjvyH00frjzAx9-XRimGzrU4WmMk8Qt6M79o4EPeJ5chou4/s400/IMG_7073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732085454768870402" /></a><br />We finally got to meet baby Brantley on Easter weekend. Amanda, being the super mom that she is, invited the whole family to her house (before Brantley was even two weeks old) to have lunch together and do a little Easter egg hunt. She is way more of a trooper than I am. I would've never invited my kids over to a house as they definitely disturb the peace. But, she is way more of a natural at being a mom than I was. Anyway, it was fun to see our boys around their first cousin. Harrison, was sweet and gentle...as I expected. Fisher was the opposite and looked like he wanted to eat Brantley. Actually, looking at him in the "cousins" picture with Nana and Papa, it looks like he did eat him. They were both super cute, nonetheless. And Brantley seemed crazy small to me, but my last baby was the size of a six month old when he was born, so it is hard for me to compare. And well, we tried to get a good picture of the grandparents with their three boys. I couldn't find a good one (in 15 of them), so I chose one that made me laugh...see Fisher.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-75477525077832125742012-04-16T09:14:00.003-06:002012-04-16T09:20:35.696-06:00Easter Shots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-kQ5XCaqBh18DeCPc3P7koHywlXzoVa_GSBAyXTcScawUx6GSc7IflTZbyT9Kl2r6FhbKAMoT-ZnuhCEYP6mwhiXXZr-FGb4x3VFTGdafPnlMmqD8g6swwElCZ3cLpRvOqgS0YV40bg/s1600/brantley2+%252811+of+20%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-kQ5XCaqBh18DeCPc3P7koHywlXzoVa_GSBAyXTcScawUx6GSc7IflTZbyT9Kl2r6FhbKAMoT-ZnuhCEYP6mwhiXXZr-FGb4x3VFTGdafPnlMmqD8g6swwElCZ3cLpRvOqgS0YV40bg/s400/brantley2+%252811+of+20%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732018077311272370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUeYgkEfdlEYudp6kPc0Rww1bhcKB9CeEAL_irzNaN3K3DqQ_Cz3dWoPC3DFFRP25e-qafpgSjru1-ukjgrNtm1JCais2Thc9NwX1-1EjAhLXTGqIVxiyI7djZ7BDR0oLSL_0jV29Z_Q/s1600/brantley2+%252815+of+20%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUeYgkEfdlEYudp6kPc0Rww1bhcKB9CeEAL_irzNaN3K3DqQ_Cz3dWoPC3DFFRP25e-qafpgSjru1-ukjgrNtm1JCais2Thc9NwX1-1EjAhLXTGqIVxiyI7djZ7BDR0oLSL_0jV29Z_Q/s400/brantley2+%252815+of+20%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732018074108706674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgD_jDb37jxhquMTemEr48goe5XK0OguBb4OXUa_Awjl-glTMtTAOt514ydzvOkKABKN4kMRWMLM8r95K2Xyqe7zwPv3pe9nw7JGqVrZqwapfbia3fXfo0Kh_iotThAxXZE79gtkD3xE/s1600/brantley2+%25282+of+20%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgD_jDb37jxhquMTemEr48goe5XK0OguBb4OXUa_Awjl-glTMtTAOt514ydzvOkKABKN4kMRWMLM8r95K2Xyqe7zwPv3pe9nw7JGqVrZqwapfbia3fXfo0Kh_iotThAxXZE79gtkD3xE/s400/brantley2+%25282+of+20%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732018070354925106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfiqh8ZQKXJ6TP3nPgjYEIJYBD07FrJDjenX3dq4lUuXW4voSTI89IquJ7cZc-FphA5nHgUWaxX_shlPjwnzziKNC0i6YGCTdT0FE5lfD8MSEmud9Mp4ywr6dS109XX2RkH8-09NRg-Y/s1600/brantley2+%25281+of+20%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfiqh8ZQKXJ6TP3nPgjYEIJYBD07FrJDjenX3dq4lUuXW4voSTI89IquJ7cZc-FphA5nHgUWaxX_shlPjwnzziKNC0i6YGCTdT0FE5lfD8MSEmud9Mp4ywr6dS109XX2RkH8-09NRg-Y/s400/brantley2+%25281+of+20%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732017359264978386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVFASF_k8DuF2cZ2D3hX3T2wsecwZCes9UQLYzEGR_anaAaOT8iDzntWYz15cgXG1osebUvGVEuL1yNPc65TEbhef9giLpslM4wVt6RTOYqiXiM1F0ngu5kokXbNcwdvS86ktUdRRfBo/s1600/brantley2+%25289+of+20%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVFASF_k8DuF2cZ2D3hX3T2wsecwZCes9UQLYzEGR_anaAaOT8iDzntWYz15cgXG1osebUvGVEuL1yNPc65TEbhef9giLpslM4wVt6RTOYqiXiM1F0ngu5kokXbNcwdvS86ktUdRRfBo/s400/brantley2+%25289+of+20%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732017355629239090" /></a><br />For Easter, I thought I would get Sass to take some pictures of us out at Boone Hall since we would be all dressed-up. In my efficient mind, that made so much sense...until I realized what time we would have to be there. And actually, it all would've worked out if Fisher had not face planted within two minutes of being there. For him to recover was next to impossible. But either way, Sass worked her magic and did a great job. You can see some more <a href="http://http://sarahrsass.blogspot.com/2012/04/brantley-boys.html">here</a>. Thanks Sass. I'll love and treasure these forever.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-86693902367340938552012-03-30T18:59:00.003-06:002012-03-30T19:01:28.239-06:00Uncle Adam<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxl2DVfkVIuu1F249udZRJ32yBpWyHFWhCjExCldVa6KuabhmxSlqMU7QPpJgdDyfIhNAkSOR7ihtZNhEo0ozsmW5llyBUauKQXQrobZCyUXBvdYpGRZrpaC-PlUOqqiFh1NDxzGgz7-B/s1600/photo-9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxl2DVfkVIuu1F249udZRJ32yBpWyHFWhCjExCldVa6KuabhmxSlqMU7QPpJgdDyfIhNAkSOR7ihtZNhEo0ozsmW5llyBUauKQXQrobZCyUXBvdYpGRZrpaC-PlUOqqiFh1NDxzGgz7-B/s400/photo-9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725859668225480994" /></a><br />Okay, so I'm afraid that this blog may have a new inductee...our nephew, Brantley Bagwell. I haven't even gotten my hands on him yet and I'm about to explode with joy over him. Who knew being an aunt would be this exciting? The crazy part about this picture...when I saw it, it sort of made me want to have another baby. But I think when anyone sees their husband holding a baby, that happens, right?The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-79168927927172485082012-03-30T18:47:00.002-06:002012-03-30T18:59:05.100-06:00My Boys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnp-aVhrcCJmEYGBZNgJihYgG49Du9zTcWcinBs0hIlv4pN7MqVV9ZKq1p25SU_0Hojf7LzLQkzESEZ6ZhilvwjsNh7hyphenhyphennWh3tOh6OZYxuFd7bwO5MKZkKeO7MKRb6Ado4vk8rchx5CYfY/s1600/photo-8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnp-aVhrcCJmEYGBZNgJihYgG49Du9zTcWcinBs0hIlv4pN7MqVV9ZKq1p25SU_0Hojf7LzLQkzESEZ6ZhilvwjsNh7hyphenhyphennWh3tOh6OZYxuFd7bwO5MKZkKeO7MKRb6Ado4vk8rchx5CYfY/s400/photo-8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725856651006831538" /></a><br />So I'm nearing the end of this phase and approaching the beginning of a new stage. I'm so excited about what is ahead, but I'm less than excited about the transition. Being away from my boys for such an extended period of time absolutely breaks my heart. It has been such a joy to spend so much time with them over the past month. We have had such rich times together. There have been more extended cuddles than I can count. Lots of fun outings (and beach time, if you can't tell). Spending time with my boys is, hands-down, my favorite thing to do. I'm not sure I could have said that with confidence until recently. Having more defined time to spend with them has made me a better mom and appreciate my time with them more. And with that, it makes me even more sure that I'm making the right decision to go back to work full time. I know that I will cherish my moments with them infinitely more than if I was to continue doing what I do now. <br />Choosing a path as a mother has been one of the most difficult decisions I have made. I think there are a lot of people that believe being a "good mom" looks the same for everyone. And before you have kids, it is easy to say that the previous statement is ridiculous. The fact is: it is ridiculous. Being a great mom doesn't fit in a box. It is different for everyone. Thank God I've discovered and comfortable with how the Lord created me to be a mom. <br />And you know what makes it easier? My boys have the best dad in the world. I know...so cliche. But I often hear women complain that their husbands never help out. That just isn't true for Adam Brantley. He is about to take on the task of essentially, a single father for a while. So, anyone who wants to reach out a helping hand to Adam during these next few months, we will both certainly appreciate it.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-30710743517993987652012-03-28T14:44:00.002-06:002012-03-28T14:49:10.052-06:00Oh Happy Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvw2IPt-lJJytCy6xmywC9himvEleZXq1vvmV9u6fr4dbP1QWf4LE5KAqJBoq06auEG_UquHQBPYaK8n_h1N94QDiebXnE3y_0daLKWkseiY6wdkANno6skfwbJrJNqO8JLFJE5K1K-7f/s1600/Brantley.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvw2IPt-lJJytCy6xmywC9himvEleZXq1vvmV9u6fr4dbP1QWf4LE5KAqJBoq06auEG_UquHQBPYaK8n_h1N94QDiebXnE3y_0daLKWkseiY6wdkANno6skfwbJrJNqO8JLFJE5K1K-7f/s400/Brantley.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725052007307261330" /></a><br />Adam and I have a nephew! We have been eagerly anticipating the arrival of "Brantley James Bagwell" for quite some time. He arrived a few weeks early, but it is still a healthy 6 pounds, 14 ounces. We can't wait to meet him and snuggle him. Harrison is absoultely beside himself excited and Fisher doesn't understand. However, we did show him the picture and he got very excited to see Brantley's little body. I'm sure there will be more pictures in the future of all of our little boys together. Adam and I are so excited to finally be an aunt & uncle.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-90849087255762237262012-03-26T18:32:00.004-06:002012-03-26T18:40:17.968-06:00Soaking It Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidn15vng86AkayJnaxhtBYiaMCq3UgW_5_RW2kbUHdDAPgzwblfBvJQfQKCY7VzkUOIgJnmTQcHUxn8MXdztbiY8WQ8rtJnxXCXuMT9mRo0I1svwCIrFQ5AmIJuzJX7GAxk7EcWkw5tRuD/s1600/photo-5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidn15vng86AkayJnaxhtBYiaMCq3UgW_5_RW2kbUHdDAPgzwblfBvJQfQKCY7VzkUOIgJnmTQcHUxn8MXdztbiY8WQ8rtJnxXCXuMT9mRo0I1svwCIrFQ5AmIJuzJX7GAxk7EcWkw5tRuD/s400/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724370229176544178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CBv0JXIPimwZ9eYen3c6-aGyL3eGdqPbgVgcZ7QK4rwmOxQbmbo3pyYNuwhuOD0mj2YQWXEm3ahhfjfh5fmD0y4SFtO1VNXvunSnjBBamJWO5Yur3LBDJrhfisj3Jg8MTMIpPXWImu1S/s1600/photo-6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CBv0JXIPimwZ9eYen3c6-aGyL3eGdqPbgVgcZ7QK4rwmOxQbmbo3pyYNuwhuOD0mj2YQWXEm3ahhfjfh5fmD0y4SFtO1VNXvunSnjBBamJWO5Yur3LBDJrhfisj3Jg8MTMIpPXWImu1S/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724370218241143234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDXuuaCn9YwSBL6B31-HZdzgKxyThbtDd2-iThXB_UpfOHq2qggeLXv1bqv4SlzsHg5DZVAp01GC_7SHjv8_zX5p9JeaYf8H8Nn6hIAds3f2PIM23GrVi6W1sc24T9pkukykdWknQISnl/s1600/photo-4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDXuuaCn9YwSBL6B31-HZdzgKxyThbtDd2-iThXB_UpfOHq2qggeLXv1bqv4SlzsHg5DZVAp01GC_7SHjv8_zX5p9JeaYf8H8Nn6hIAds3f2PIM23GrVi6W1sc24T9pkukykdWknQISnl/s400/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724370212507447890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhgG4KeC93CrJUnmamWXzvk93QtLhUguvNTjkLYpJjUvzLTSlYMAPruyZqVCmEdEOrLhh9Srqxn0ysf9TznjAbYEX2mAU2Bmdn3stUfOMsWSLdrC8-Ubd0QVFliMxowNmI3qEoMhpAwGi/s1600/photo-7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhgG4KeC93CrJUnmamWXzvk93QtLhUguvNTjkLYpJjUvzLTSlYMAPruyZqVCmEdEOrLhh9Srqxn0ysf9TznjAbYEX2mAU2Bmdn3stUfOMsWSLdrC8-Ubd0QVFliMxowNmI3qEoMhpAwGi/s400/photo-7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724370210761355554" /></a><br /><br />As everyone knows by now (especially because of my frequent blog posts), I'm home now, soaking up time with my boys before I leave on Sunday. I've been to the beach four days in a row. Only once was it for an extended time. I'm really trying hard to take as much time with the boys and be intentional about everything we do. We all went on a walk tonight after bath time and just before bed time. Adam and I talked about how ridiculous it is that we don't do these "things" on a regular basis. And it is just hard...life gets in the way...checklists and being efficient really get in the way of capitalizing on small moments. It's so fun doing it now, but I have to figure out a way to get this into my regular routine.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-3208145566675083652012-03-25T15:01:00.002-06:002012-03-25T15:03:58.877-06:00This little lady...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3rOln44xkrZhSWCjTPXSjeZPXuW5BhOPTZs6W4ai-h_p7eoXvJ8QggV39OhP7h4kdpcKhnD0RsYL_JqALIgVzzWZ_F8XwLw5J1wEgGt2a8W1LR84oO0z4ms2dnLCrKMnJ47d9rjX_DgE/s1600/photo-3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3rOln44xkrZhSWCjTPXSjeZPXuW5BhOPTZs6W4ai-h_p7eoXvJ8QggV39OhP7h4kdpcKhnD0RsYL_JqALIgVzzWZ_F8XwLw5J1wEgGt2a8W1LR84oO0z4ms2dnLCrKMnJ47d9rjX_DgE/s400/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723942855311006626" /></a><br />This little lady came to visit us this week. And I think I speak for all of the blog world that knows her when I say she may be one of the greatest people on this planet. Lucky for me (and Fish), she is Fisher's Godmother. We are going to miss her random visits up the road to Murrells Inlet, but are certainly hopeful that we get frequent visits in the ATL too. Everyone needs a little Aunt Maggie in their lives.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-64862229216569814972012-03-24T11:01:00.003-06:002012-03-24T11:09:25.636-06:00Boys being boys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDY0bs5t4As3x_URo4z5wCi78fcfiJ1NEm22rRYzlUM9SavOlymLvvc4sMqn4R7cd2hZXhZwNuasHhL0BOex4seeT2xda4j2IMx8GQ_w9Qhf_Kcnf22_2AXp2QOVdTE_nkW_Yd8kZhnyIN/s1600/IMG_7035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDY0bs5t4As3x_URo4z5wCi78fcfiJ1NEm22rRYzlUM9SavOlymLvvc4sMqn4R7cd2hZXhZwNuasHhL0BOex4seeT2xda4j2IMx8GQ_w9Qhf_Kcnf22_2AXp2QOVdTE_nkW_Yd8kZhnyIN/s400/IMG_7035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723511763683458786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpHDw4pqakAfS-7ctyuevfPgYLMH-zJrXiklXPFOA_jBHWCwbWKfAUBqEVw9-MePpnY6cBo99O2LFHYiM0uqt-rHngXOD46h-WTgXrrqXLF3zgt-z92d3m2TdAx0q-1MTAc_mQyF8CjRq/s1600/IMG_7033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpHDw4pqakAfS-7ctyuevfPgYLMH-zJrXiklXPFOA_jBHWCwbWKfAUBqEVw9-MePpnY6cBo99O2LFHYiM0uqt-rHngXOD46h-WTgXrrqXLF3zgt-z92d3m2TdAx0q-1MTAc_mQyF8CjRq/s400/IMG_7033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723511750641423330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixO3p_R1kqcDiKuh1GEIDKDuBiKK_KaLChLGi-wVgTskB0T5PVATQRXaS7ptWgPXAGLlrEcUfkGOhD36T1HlB2D_CvpHwsqYIJDEMhCXUt_-0lLFW70n9Q9IgN0Ttpr99TTo_BRwegUCUx/s1600/IMG_7032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixO3p_R1kqcDiKuh1GEIDKDuBiKK_KaLChLGi-wVgTskB0T5PVATQRXaS7ptWgPXAGLlrEcUfkGOhD36T1HlB2D_CvpHwsqYIJDEMhCXUt_-0lLFW70n9Q9IgN0Ttpr99TTo_BRwegUCUx/s400/IMG_7032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723511739675869778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4D3RJDRjPOYAmP9Ip3f83fMxBJXHUXLxiGOiqDfxeEfJ8rrBlZQEaVD4TXNAanDhysaqR8L86Z-FqbDhhJdbaf8ZyDR7ub2KaYdT5YNLvT_7-mAkExY9Jt4kjKuwOudQWuDWKpXxOZux/s1600/IMG_7028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4D3RJDRjPOYAmP9Ip3f83fMxBJXHUXLxiGOiqDfxeEfJ8rrBlZQEaVD4TXNAanDhysaqR8L86Z-FqbDhhJdbaf8ZyDR7ub2KaYdT5YNLvT_7-mAkExY9Jt4kjKuwOudQWuDWKpXxOZux/s400/IMG_7028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723511731338973922" /></a><br />After a nap the other day (hence the dazed look from him), Fisher thought he would give Harrison's tractor a whirl. He couldn't quite figure out how to press the gas. Harrison tried to help. Quickly tired of that unsuccessful attempt, Harrison thought it was a great idea to put Fisher in the trailer. He did exceed the weight limit, but not by much. It was hilarious.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-79333230173189355122012-03-22T18:42:00.003-06:002012-03-22T19:05:02.107-06:004th Birthday Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PK_s2fiP1XPx-l0o2L2AZNQRRa-9zcCGcmCF3VwjugkzH2JEE9yNg1gBwaeHN9Cc3dxrx1s4wc-jDCHPuGrkWmnfFgSlYktB0SiIfGHrpUaYcbjqMxev-bHnebLbDmIl43WYzYAJ7X2W/s1600/photo-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PK_s2fiP1XPx-l0o2L2AZNQRRa-9zcCGcmCF3VwjugkzH2JEE9yNg1gBwaeHN9Cc3dxrx1s4wc-jDCHPuGrkWmnfFgSlYktB0SiIfGHrpUaYcbjqMxev-bHnebLbDmIl43WYzYAJ7X2W/s400/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722886747151945474" /></a><br />Dear Four Year Old Harrison, <br />Your father and I are so proud of the little boy that you are developing into these days. It's so neat to see certain characteristics that we assumed you have and to see that we were wrong in some areas or exactly right. I often describe you as caring and cautious. And for my oldest son, I'm so thankful that you embody these characteristics. These two things make you a phenomenal older brother and a great helper for your parents. You love your brother more than I imagined you would have the capacity. He makes you smile as soon as you see him (and the same goes for him). You want Fisher to be a part of mostly everything you do as the best time during your day is when you get to play with him. You obviously like your alone time to so you can play with your toys that have small pieces. Your frustration with Fisher comes here because of how deliberate you are in your play time...Fisher is like a monster that destroys your toy cities. Other than that, you never get upset with him. For that, we are so thankful. You have such a tender heart and want to be loved by everyone. And you are keenly aware of other's emotions which surprises us all of the time. You often ask us if we are happy of if we are disappointed in you. People always comment on how observant you are. You remember everything...crazy details. This is amazing and nerve-wracking all at the same time. You are initially shy, but always confident. You are always up for a new adventure...especially with your dad. You want to do whatever your dad does. You want to get dirty, climb fences, pretend you are in the Army, make fires, and camp with dad...to name a few things. You are all boy and the desire of your heart is to be outside. <br />There are moments when I want to bottle you up at this age. When you tell me that "you saved a cuddle for me" or you ask so sweetly if I will cuddle with you for a couple of minutes in the morning, I beg the Lord to remind me of these days. For I know, these days are numbered. I love that you never fail to tell me that you love me everyday. I love that you tell your brother numerous times a day how much you love him. I love how you get a little teary eyed if your father or I walk out of the house to leave and you forget to tell us bye. And recently, I've seen you turn into such a big boy as you fight back tears in situations where you really want to cry, but try so hard not to. <br />You are already changing into such a big boy that I feel like life is passing us by so quickly. I hope you know, forever, that your father and I love you no matter what. The Lord made you just the way you are because He thought it was a great idea. We love how the Lord has knit you together.<br /><br />Love,<br />Mom & Dad<br /><br />4 Year Check-Up Stats<br />44 lbs, 8 ozs: 93rd percentile<br />43.6 inches: 97th percentileThe Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-4907973576704561482012-03-22T18:34:00.002-06:002012-03-22T18:39:36.062-06:00Harrison's 4th Birthday...Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8w-8oIwWhIx-snZNaMzZJUwLCUxx_2fEH0oV_oq-lffnDasPXnKiMBX8Uc2zgF7S1WG6MvkDPVnOp6FZEOb_pK902arysvehrzh6xEvFzM3lhbSC_R6GDQC42ay3NX1KfZqT7VTNLJuUc/s1600/IMG_7024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8w-8oIwWhIx-snZNaMzZJUwLCUxx_2fEH0oV_oq-lffnDasPXnKiMBX8Uc2zgF7S1WG6MvkDPVnOp6FZEOb_pK902arysvehrzh6xEvFzM3lhbSC_R6GDQC42ay3NX1KfZqT7VTNLJuUc/s400/IMG_7024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722885287827777426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_7xJFQkCO0gO3IXOOkr0Gw7tWGs4LYgWxiiBVsGqOxHxtboDkbPWhedE3hclddRIO4q_ldAdFBGmKuOSELhKDVSHNPkV6qMshroV1XJdCZkYVCyKoQkvRqNom7xw3pJf06o9Pd8xaq5V/s1600/IMG_7021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_7xJFQkCO0gO3IXOOkr0Gw7tWGs4LYgWxiiBVsGqOxHxtboDkbPWhedE3hclddRIO4q_ldAdFBGmKuOSELhKDVSHNPkV6qMshroV1XJdCZkYVCyKoQkvRqNom7xw3pJf06o9Pd8xaq5V/s400/IMG_7021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722885286597122274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIwdw_DocATdam-FKZVQel1d8TKW0k3SBt_cyMYhNidrdbkilC1Um37fbvwclhFRc1tsJ5pyf120mtuK4BqKHdYu18ed5d9IIc59o5d18jrd6b_2p8iPOqPOx5dTh8rFIKce8ceakMlH7/s1600/IMG_7015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIwdw_DocATdam-FKZVQel1d8TKW0k3SBt_cyMYhNidrdbkilC1Um37fbvwclhFRc1tsJ5pyf120mtuK4BqKHdYu18ed5d9IIc59o5d18jrd6b_2p8iPOqPOx5dTh8rFIKce8ceakMlH7/s400/IMG_7015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722885277649295938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcPZFjMY-Z0iAK5oat5zhiEOaocF7pjseUX_c_fGC-75jav60b0TUPBY1hcuRf30H9LQBh-fxGKgOqJ6EWylD4fl5ntzlGp1HH60CZbIoG0Qa-0FveH618Id34LuZvkxORUlMPytbt5s-/s1600/IMG_7014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcPZFjMY-Z0iAK5oat5zhiEOaocF7pjseUX_c_fGC-75jav60b0TUPBY1hcuRf30H9LQBh-fxGKgOqJ6EWylD4fl5ntzlGp1HH60CZbIoG0Qa-0FveH618Id34LuZvkxORUlMPytbt5s-/s400/IMG_7014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722885270974532514" /></a><br />So, Harrison loves Miyabi. Well, sort of...he has a love/hate relationship with the hibachi grill. He loves the fire...hates the loud noises (banging of utensils and yelling). When asked where he wanted to eat with the family for his birthday dinner, he said the fire on the grill place...Miyabi. It wasn't exactly a great experience. They sat us 25 minutes after our reservation. Started cooking almost an hour later. It just wasn't pretty...mainly for Fisher. But both boys were exhausted. We still had a good time, however.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-27627637611922475752012-03-22T18:26:00.002-06:002012-03-22T18:33:28.686-06:00Harrison's 4th Birthday Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnovLtKBhyphenhyphenlKGF9jE9vSH7bN6Q1c1HPRwH9kQynrI6mPbWP7ImAAOOEaL5RmfyT6N_ENnqm7KXmM7IzNOpvbKU-vk_XEY_cLXTYYEJp057MXPFSLkBLl-3MghdL-_OPILJl-GjEbCqrfkR/s1600/IMG_7008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnovLtKBhyphenhyphenlKGF9jE9vSH7bN6Q1c1HPRwH9kQynrI6mPbWP7ImAAOOEaL5RmfyT6N_ENnqm7KXmM7IzNOpvbKU-vk_XEY_cLXTYYEJp057MXPFSLkBLl-3MghdL-_OPILJl-GjEbCqrfkR/s400/IMG_7008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722884100297199170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDllfggn9x1rl4NJH3AYxJZBVHaumwig6AbmrYpyEmgw1GSO_sdWN5YUyUGo53GBaEFObm-WpFK5tGp1uQlIuT3PXifAGwaEDg7YyZY_nVmM0rCh0hB4wnEO2bzwUQvB_35Ov3LCDCxyj/s1600/IMG_7004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDllfggn9x1rl4NJH3AYxJZBVHaumwig6AbmrYpyEmgw1GSO_sdWN5YUyUGo53GBaEFObm-WpFK5tGp1uQlIuT3PXifAGwaEDg7YyZY_nVmM0rCh0hB4wnEO2bzwUQvB_35Ov3LCDCxyj/s400/IMG_7004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722884092032403474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3exE8AgjD2hQ_Eco7sTl6ZlCN4B7Wdj5lmAnGM-28Te7wwiw9gGae9Teb7ReNAKppVTi3Ajq2qu5g8Qs1LRCXySMLYLcXsqcC5BtSuoOTJayZJp-KnbbCMwjsSaYWrrBLll-LVUY4R702/s1600/IMG_7003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3exE8AgjD2hQ_Eco7sTl6ZlCN4B7Wdj5lmAnGM-28Te7wwiw9gGae9Teb7ReNAKppVTi3Ajq2qu5g8Qs1LRCXySMLYLcXsqcC5BtSuoOTJayZJp-KnbbCMwjsSaYWrrBLll-LVUY4R702/s400/IMG_7003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722884083590880002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WWc7nDEgAaOw3XD3DvtD8eVvdjbe0L2LUCcT9TWHdlKAxi7AUAZ5AcMrQ69RUz81WqGujK_iX1UvAgDzxurZouYPM4COzSJBn5w3gTlJQgEV_NqnR7M4KtGhjPOp5Uhw7nLWND8tYN3a/s1600/IMG_6999.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WWc7nDEgAaOw3XD3DvtD8eVvdjbe0L2LUCcT9TWHdlKAxi7AUAZ5AcMrQ69RUz81WqGujK_iX1UvAgDzxurZouYPM4COzSJBn5w3gTlJQgEV_NqnR7M4KtGhjPOp5Uhw7nLWND8tYN3a/s400/IMG_6999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722884078674559730" /></a><br />We originally weren't going to do a party for Harrison's birthday because we were taking him to Disney. However, I realized that since every kid in his class has a party, it wouldn't hurt for us to have them to Chick-fil-A after school on his actual birthday. Not to mention, it is actually going to cost us money to have a party for one of our kids at Chick-fil-A after this year. Wowzers...we still haven't wrapped our heads around paying for Chick-fil-A yet. Anyway, we had a fun little party for him. It was 100% stress free for me and 100% fun for him...that's all that matters. <br />On another note, I took him to the doctor the day after his birthday. Parents take warning: the four year check-up has four vaccinations. He won't have them again until he is 11. Thank God...four year old shots are a lot tougher than any newborn/toddler/etc.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-63104017083386916792012-03-22T08:19:00.004-06:002012-03-22T08:39:49.359-06:00Disney 2012<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ul6f_15jPx-WuDKv9vuqEppMSIfBqEVKFpfxQfreJXG13-ZLLoEGVwuNNdE2-9tEG3zYyxPJrQw5JgNt0hSrznTLBsJHVPHB_Zzec0FrBvEF3jLUnmqAF3BkZ3rwOslw5szTis5RghAp/s1600/IMG_6972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ul6f_15jPx-WuDKv9vuqEppMSIfBqEVKFpfxQfreJXG13-ZLLoEGVwuNNdE2-9tEG3zYyxPJrQw5JgNt0hSrznTLBsJHVPHB_Zzec0FrBvEF3jLUnmqAF3BkZ3rwOslw5szTis5RghAp/s400/IMG_6972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722728579920449442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2mTFwIYCkHnCcbpI43kZ8uM39gVa46ZpExi43nmtMSobYhAsVEAWKOLCgs7LqF1mfy7lWmSzukRAr9E2GdHulZr8x_YBMw1qBw_GD7UUWA-ms1hRpBaLmHhDHlEibpH7Lnel9ImU_PN5/s1600/IMG_6852.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEYozMmMkQ61s4MhiImcbvr1sd7ZYBHhg7u0LVMRp3_8qAg9JPXOIZGBrfHPZfM72LR3OsH490auysVHU1uG8BEbUIv2zmG3W_BlKmEUm-dHn2stsGBh0fFFoAejTKbSQHGxxjmpEeTx7/s400/IMG_6838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722727470380158658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwibPHI5rmJl0OFJ3QpCbkxGTJs1Uve-Xr2xEDN18vW5ApEqTaS9FkzBhKbdAUVxEn3tMd8khVM8DRybEx0hqE701le7MW51OlJ80SyeGMfU-L3Z1Wmg5IZ9domvf4fk8w4SYwTCu8t2_/s1600/IMG_6657.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwibPHI5rmJl0OFJ3QpCbkxGTJs1Uve-Xr2xEDN18vW5ApEqTaS9FkzBhKbdAUVxEn3tMd8khVM8DRybEx0hqE701le7MW51OlJ80SyeGMfU-L3Z1Wmg5IZ9domvf4fk8w4SYwTCu8t2_/s400/IMG_6657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722727466906052114" /></a><br /><br />First, if you love Disney and think only positive thoughts about it...stop reading now. <br /><br />We decided to take the boys to Disney for Harrison's 4th birthday. We also wanted to do a family vacation before life gets crazy as we live a part for four months and move to Atlanta. <br /><br />Let me start by saying this...Disney really is unbelievable. In particular, Magic Kingdom...is magical. Here is my list of things that I learned and would pass on as it relates to Disney with kids...<br />1. Buy a double stroller off of Craigslist no matter how old your kids are. In fact, if they have one that has room for an adult in the middle, buy that one. You may use it. We did get a double stroller off of Craigslist and it was a Godsend. <br />2. Stay on a Disney property. It really does make the experience. It is so nice to have a pool/activities to come back after a day at the park. If you can swing it...stay in a resort on the monorail. <br />3. Wherever you stay, get a room with a balcony so you can escape the kids after they go to bed. We were trapped in a room and while going to bed by nine was nice, Adam and I could've used some decompression time. Especially since I don't recall going to the bathroom alone once. <br />4. Book a character breakfast at the park you want to go to to eat at 8-8:10 am...then you will be at the park before everyone else gets there, which is really nice. And you can be done with the park just after lunch (when the crowds get crazy).<br />5. Learn everything you can about Fast Passes...when you can get them (when you can't). Because let's be real...why in the world could you ever justify standing in line for 45 minutes for a ride that lasts two minutes? Lots of people do which I think is absolutely asinine. <br />6. Here are things that I know about me: I hate to stand in line...I hate extreme heat unless I'm by a pool or beach. So for me, I could not go to Disney later than March. Oh, and add to the strong dislike list...lots of people. I've heard February and October are the best months to visit. I have to believe that. I would likely stab someone in the summer. <br />7. Taking a 14 month old is not the end of the world. It was fine. Just make sure that bambino can nap in a stroller. <br />8. Take more snacks than you think you need. And juice boxes. <br />9. Tell me if you want to do more than two days at parks. We were certainly ready to cash in our chips after two. <br />10. The dining plan is a good thing. The food is still terrible at the parks. <br />11. The parades are worth the watch. Harrison thought he was seeing celebrities. <br />12. Call me. I have lots more advice <br /><br />Don't get me wrong. I thought Disney was great. I, however, am not itching to go back. I'm actually hoping I only have to go two more times (and crossing my fingers for one more time). I know my kids are at tough ages to go. But the crowds, the lines, the terrible food. I don't love spending money on that type of thing. Lesson learned. Still...every parent needs to take their kids.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-81753693363893215172012-03-02T18:16:00.002-07:002012-03-02T18:24:21.270-07:00A Week At Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzRJwxuPc1e8itPFZL9qfEjTyLLeHcIQu7OV9zjKHlnX8Tv1pn97ZIu9kSxd0HZy3tzPa0GRNhDmS5N4Q2bgsbL_NNdToLFpUJ2fc7DrOAbCM8Tq9vqY8C885exUsoA1BOLyVOCuODTsh/s1600/IMG_6605.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzRJwxuPc1e8itPFZL9qfEjTyLLeHcIQu7OV9zjKHlnX8Tv1pn97ZIu9kSxd0HZy3tzPa0GRNhDmS5N4Q2bgsbL_NNdToLFpUJ2fc7DrOAbCM8Tq9vqY8C885exUsoA1BOLyVOCuODTsh/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715475497062276802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpij4jgTxPc9TUaIrFF2EiGHH3BrM20y_3mri92Z3tzGu_Bkvji6ZnwcwLmpF1nvrqxDNXtdP5c3wAEcxsbOkuv3IzBi5xVIfz-x_om3pg9q02IvuZoIzHazeMasJOe7jnHZtqqW-EicqF/s1600/IMG_6597.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpij4jgTxPc9TUaIrFF2EiGHH3BrM20y_3mri92Z3tzGu_Bkvji6ZnwcwLmpF1nvrqxDNXtdP5c3wAEcxsbOkuv3IzBi5xVIfz-x_om3pg9q02IvuZoIzHazeMasJOe7jnHZtqqW-EicqF/s400/IMG_6597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715475491239008802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJQiQibPYC3Gx_Srz2bOvBktY_kWspHfp7NSKYHOSNnnIQvj6memROky91AD5X0bBfrS6Nnw-DAGXglYkbOXAd2E3nQxJ3yOkFSfkWQHGxtB6W7w8jYUstsVpTvPKqqoAvb2vy8ccjy0U/s1600/IMG_6575.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJQiQibPYC3Gx_Srz2bOvBktY_kWspHfp7NSKYHOSNnnIQvj6memROky91AD5X0bBfrS6Nnw-DAGXglYkbOXAd2E3nQxJ3yOkFSfkWQHGxtB6W7w8jYUstsVpTvPKqqoAvb2vy8ccjy0U/s400/IMG_6575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715475482597318114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPARswyHxV2Ps6WvzVClcjNQV0g4txEniTVYxeOhtw7AB1Oq764a43lduO6sh24sTQm5NDO6kJtQpFYFRSLR8d6AjT25WiRjboTsrmB8z1llCkn26vsytqygfE0xTP-6ZIU662nH8jcftL/s1600/IMG_6564.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPARswyHxV2Ps6WvzVClcjNQV0g4txEniTVYxeOhtw7AB1Oq764a43lduO6sh24sTQm5NDO6kJtQpFYFRSLR8d6AjT25WiRjboTsrmB8z1llCkn26vsytqygfE0xTP-6ZIU662nH8jcftL/s400/IMG_6564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715475474467498418" /></a><br />I've been home all week...it has been so great. I know that I have a month left at home before my life just zips into warp speed. I'm so excited about what is going on, but I'm also really excited to have this month hanging out with the kiddos. I've really been trying hard to soak it up and do lots. Today the Lord gave us a glorious day so I decided to have an impromptu lunch on the beach with my two favorite boys. It was amazing.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-89315931816945393252012-02-26T18:58:00.002-07:002012-02-26T19:29:42.336-07:00No, I'm Not Pregnant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_VEhM-KsSj_C2Uj1peq0zxCnkNmWnDHKd1lYx_3Rvbtwl6sF_jClPFaB_UEcuXI3Lk7iI16KBtuG4hbuxiTw7V4hxvuEl5epsDin7xEj2giC2jSriRiXL6rZ3QhPUvGBb-sF_0g95Yw9/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_VEhM-KsSj_C2Uj1peq0zxCnkNmWnDHKd1lYx_3Rvbtwl6sF_jClPFaB_UEcuXI3Lk7iI16KBtuG4hbuxiTw7V4hxvuEl5epsDin7xEj2giC2jSriRiXL6rZ3QhPUvGBb-sF_0g95Yw9/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713630534167504498" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjqaW2UViFYvsAQcHgUwvJVvRHNiO5TqHokQKCJg9SO3diPqZ0e8HR-ZbvOJeDEE-ERBefNWoWl72eizpNgvDYeTgDgr-rqexSQOQg8O4AFY1LmleSPsYxg-AYxxbLGQ4gs3csgurpTUy/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjqaW2UViFYvsAQcHgUwvJVvRHNiO5TqHokQKCJg9SO3diPqZ0e8HR-ZbvOJeDEE-ERBefNWoWl72eizpNgvDYeTgDgr-rqexSQOQg8O4AFY1LmleSPsYxg-AYxxbLGQ4gs3csgurpTUy/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713630523551317762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bLusuBuQeITRxYgwQKSG8NZuR9iMPjR4ZQbrVtegl7ZY7h6651yzxWvQ1798hB2T7xQIxNcRpdOyJ_6O43VdySedhw-rzGLn9SL44bUcXzH5PYbLEvWim785sLz1Gn4OuWBxRMuHQpZa/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bLusuBuQeITRxYgwQKSG8NZuR9iMPjR4ZQbrVtegl7ZY7h6651yzxWvQ1798hB2T7xQIxNcRpdOyJ_6O43VdySedhw-rzGLn9SL44bUcXzH5PYbLEvWim785sLz1Gn4OuWBxRMuHQpZa/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713630515942395986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBmvdQwnoQGJVADDL0dAsADtMGBrqYTpeLuBFxwBJ9YC1D1BhyphenhyphenYGoIAV0cV2B6GZ2grOgNNjuLtbLSfcx5R3LNAMQfSbbjUIe0GxT6pjykKxncgdTfu_TFO2AeMXvt5Yqzx5XBOzNcKfY/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBmvdQwnoQGJVADDL0dAsADtMGBrqYTpeLuBFxwBJ9YC1D1BhyphenhyphenYGoIAV0cV2B6GZ2grOgNNjuLtbLSfcx5R3LNAMQfSbbjUIe0GxT6pjykKxncgdTfu_TFO2AeMXvt5Yqzx5XBOzNcKfY/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713630504827967906" /></a><br />I know that I left everyone hanging, just assuming that I was pregnant. I'm not. At least, I don't think so. Kidding...not possible. <br />It does, however, look like we are going to be packing up our belongings and moving to Atlanta. I'm taking a job at the Chick-fil-A office and Adam is likely going to be in a job that is tied to Chick-fil-A. We are still a little fuzzy on the details.<br />We are so excited about moving to Atlanta...we think that it is the best decision for Team Brantley. For us, that is what is most important. <br />We certainly covet your prayers during this time of transition for us. It is going to be a crazy season. My training is extensive and will require us to be living in separate areas. Thankfully, Chick-fil-A is going to bend over backwards to make sure we have as much time together as possible during transition. <br />So, yeah...we would have never expected this...see Habakkuk 1:5 (Look at the nations and watch--and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told). <br />Again, we are so excited about this new season of our life. And not to mention during this craziness, we are going to become an aunt and uncle to little-baby-boy-Bagwell as well as gain an amazing sister-in-law in Lesley Sweat, as she becomes a Brantley. Again, the Lord is good and what an exciting season He has us in...The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-68283853603876923092012-02-24T14:06:00.001-07:002012-02-24T14:09:24.525-07:00Hold Your Knickers...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyG7pThdW3jjq1z2R0u77kQOLU7HMTbdcqk1xLbBr6QRmq73VbLQRjVSEB6cgpDtVCWtJTiCpfeKV95yj_UtjjvMdXVCw2oqgxR2mQqx75OfwWjYWt-ZgZxp_l4jVrrknQskXL2rid6Rhi/s1600/Big+News.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyG7pThdW3jjq1z2R0u77kQOLU7HMTbdcqk1xLbBr6QRmq73VbLQRjVSEB6cgpDtVCWtJTiCpfeKV95yj_UtjjvMdXVCw2oqgxR2mQqx75OfwWjYWt-ZgZxp_l4jVrrknQskXL2rid6Rhi/s400/Big+News.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712812179523601330" /></a><br />Hold on tight folks. Our world is about to get turned upside down. We've got big news...The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-37597847962262265892012-02-08T22:38:00.003-07:002012-02-08T22:48:11.451-07:00Separation Anxiety<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMe-XI-N4l1xvUHb0yVRzC8__vEYkuA0jwxV7jJlUdSE2JphK30tpm17yD4yuF2vB1riPDLUXx44G4oqcvHJF8B3D-cOFMkoGbscpOnRyl91Y8oUx2GKH0jrvIa987069VqUioW5x9f9U/s1600/harrison+and+fisher+030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMe-XI-N4l1xvUHb0yVRzC8__vEYkuA0jwxV7jJlUdSE2JphK30tpm17yD4yuF2vB1riPDLUXx44G4oqcvHJF8B3D-cOFMkoGbscpOnRyl91Y8oUx2GKH0jrvIa987069VqUioW5x9f9U/s400/harrison+and+fisher+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006887201903506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-atyInaTo28hytr9ohxLM_gJLmlDVdtX74KUbG5bIUJHVWHaYQVcsoWDdy_xFyQFEW84GH7K7Rxc0_K7_QCP2AWPJZmbrYTy3BTt8s0Js8wbbUFXTBb99_YvDIEYRTH9CFy6dColmK-mv/s1600/harrison+and+fisher+019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-atyInaTo28hytr9ohxLM_gJLmlDVdtX74KUbG5bIUJHVWHaYQVcsoWDdy_xFyQFEW84GH7K7Rxc0_K7_QCP2AWPJZmbrYTy3BTt8s0Js8wbbUFXTBb99_YvDIEYRTH9CFy6dColmK-mv/s400/harrison+and+fisher+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006870939340434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLf_OIcP_pgODUxIKty4Y9RjHVMOX2V8LJhlOGfNGxpQm-fOxFxqXczwwQnTIVcvEGLNaOB8MPWVo8laJOWnzhdKzfz4huKBogWj6YZ9Ipb_O7LaA_e2etceQzY7jQbUznm5weue9OQSPc/s1600/harrison+and+fisher+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLf_OIcP_pgODUxIKty4Y9RjHVMOX2V8LJhlOGfNGxpQm-fOxFxqXczwwQnTIVcvEGLNaOB8MPWVo8laJOWnzhdKzfz4huKBogWj6YZ9Ipb_O7LaA_e2etceQzY7jQbUznm5weue9OQSPc/s400/harrison+and+fisher+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707006869106993282" /></a><br />It happens to all kids. All toddlers go through separation anxiety to some degree. I was sure that Harrison was never going to go through it because when he got to 15 months, he hadn't. Little did I know that I started him in pre-school at 17 months, that I was about to embark on crying during drop off for about 75% of the time for a full year. It was such a fun time for me...yeah right. <br />So, in my mind, I knew that Fisher was going to deal with separation anxiety, I just wasn't sure when. I know when...now. But what I wasn't prepared for...it isn't separation anxiety from me. It is from Harrison. I love it. I think it is adorable that he adores his brother in this way. Don't get me wrong...Fisher doesn't like to see me leave that much right now. But, he really misses Harrison. When he wakes up from a nap, he points at Harrison's room and says something that sounds like "hsss." Yep, sounds like a snake...but that is his version of Harrison. He wants to be with him at all times. He wants to play in Harrison's bed. And when we drop H off at school, Fisher all but, pouts the whole way home. I know there will be a day when they are tired of each other, but right now, I love it. For the most part, Harrison does too. He loves being the caring, older brother. <br />To answer your questions about the pictures...<br />Yes, they are in a cabinet. No, I did not put them there. Fisher was the first to get in the cabinet and then Harrison followed. Actually, the other night, they both got in and closed the doors and played together for about 10 minutes. Adam and I felt like we had a baby-sitter for 10 minutes and quickly counted our blessings for DSS not coming around to find us. <br />Yes, they are in the pack and play together. Fisher got in first and Harrison begged to get in. Yes, there is a tear in Fisher's eye. He may have been knighted by Harrison just before the picture. He is fine. What ensued was a delightful time of the kids not getting into anything but each other's eyes. It was glorious...like cabinet time mentioned above.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-85749457765277777542012-01-30T19:37:00.003-07:002012-01-30T19:47:20.159-07:00Fisher, January Recap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhzX_yf5UZ9IimYk97yKV_x8RK2rlA6s4YCmCjK9ERZ_6g7bU1xBb9-oGb3HCbv1bFv1goP5AaKUrqw3o1fM-GGa8dsmkv3nvvARY-53__HsIaNIGmX669YF1sujZCLGd1qHYy05mfgLH/s1600/IMG_6450.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhzX_yf5UZ9IimYk97yKV_x8RK2rlA6s4YCmCjK9ERZ_6g7bU1xBb9-oGb3HCbv1bFv1goP5AaKUrqw3o1fM-GGa8dsmkv3nvvARY-53__HsIaNIGmX669YF1sujZCLGd1qHYy05mfgLH/s400/IMG_6450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703620352871244834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqCf1sOGlXitAnfT_y9WqXPmeESGBXJeuBKQf1PehPgc24MyqGGIaVmVpEyhRjvevf45djCS0lLma36fJfQ2yLvCyDKdmbyuEOqKn0PUBBYkxjCnNfI-f4v6ZpJq7aAiAEOMTOdIsJfDW/s1600/IMG_6408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqCf1sOGlXitAnfT_y9WqXPmeESGBXJeuBKQf1PehPgc24MyqGGIaVmVpEyhRjvevf45djCS0lLma36fJfQ2yLvCyDKdmbyuEOqKn0PUBBYkxjCnNfI-f4v6ZpJq7aAiAEOMTOdIsJfDW/s400/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703620323738904354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_ClhTnyKUQls8W60XFzaVw4tG9lkTvltUEH9dWgXAQgW1-MVM1sfHBK4ktFDI6veohXCPSDgnodCybBVqL4Je84DWEJpHxn3OScMPg9qbcQWVkmXrvG81Y0e4oyvyg340TRh05ixiNDE/s1600/IMG_6213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_ClhTnyKUQls8W60XFzaVw4tG9lkTvltUEH9dWgXAQgW1-MVM1sfHBK4ktFDI6veohXCPSDgnodCybBVqL4Je84DWEJpHxn3OScMPg9qbcQWVkmXrvG81Y0e4oyvyg340TRh05ixiNDE/s400/IMG_6213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703620318226384338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNu9OwQZKm1lJ3X0CQq_tmJf4-HQolBLDgs86_2e3vluw-VmYLghet9Dc2MU3UH9ZmUZFW4lQjBMKYeTKyOFrTQOouhM-ucG6ZBhDCmeyTNHfdth82pCaXeNcLVd_oB_Xn90XGC5TPSsJ/s1600/photo-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNu9OwQZKm1lJ3X0CQq_tmJf4-HQolBLDgs86_2e3vluw-VmYLghet9Dc2MU3UH9ZmUZFW4lQjBMKYeTKyOFrTQOouhM-ucG6ZBhDCmeyTNHfdth82pCaXeNcLVd_oB_Xn90XGC5TPSsJ/s400/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703620298066495362" /></a><br />Well, this has been a big month for Fisher. He turned one. He started walking...though I must say he still prefers to crawl when trying to get somewhere fast...so he hasn't officially "taken off" as moms like to call it. It is funny that every now and then we'll look up and Fisher will just be walking around the corner. Or we will hear Harrison declare from the other room, "Mom...look...Fisher just walked across the room." So that is pretty big in toddler world. <br />Other than that...he becomes more and more attached to his blanket and call me a bad mom, but it is so darn cute that I can't seem to discourage it. In fact, I may encourage it. It is sort of like the finger sucking. I think it is cute. Homeboy is going to need some major orthodontics, but good lord...the sound that he makes on the monitor when he is sleeping is so sweet. Back to the blanket...in the rare case that it isn't in his crib (we leave it in there so he doesn't walk around with it), he carries it in his mouth like a mother cat carriers it's young ( I guess this is his attempt to not let us take it from him). All in all...he's a cute kid...just a big time firecracker.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-62747239648314458202012-01-30T19:19:00.004-07:002012-01-30T19:29:12.935-07:00Harrison, January Recap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6RTCX5aMbNCpZdFqIATwW0CyDZFk8A_T8Cjyd7l3sEEFE1DS6ARyf83O65ASeYkqsed2Djhx9BMlDq4CwwR4onvJK4XuDyqG3vd1EyavSVHyvxeRD7EjHUKI4L8MOqrbIsmrd8GjRwg3/s1600/IMG_6406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6RTCX5aMbNCpZdFqIATwW0CyDZFk8A_T8Cjyd7l3sEEFE1DS6ARyf83O65ASeYkqsed2Djhx9BMlDq4CwwR4onvJK4XuDyqG3vd1EyavSVHyvxeRD7EjHUKI4L8MOqrbIsmrd8GjRwg3/s400/IMG_6406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703615810067836546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hwmwPYRA4bRF8P7DAFBM0huYEtLq0RgNtBEoYlBMO7ah6seX7x6z7Y2A03B3klcDtqi0rZymEbuB7lUVBR1GVz3w6v8XHExFIUkz0M7dgV69ILORPBsF7H_QvAk0jZ4d2C3gMmiyBCuP/s1600/IMG_6400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hwmwPYRA4bRF8P7DAFBM0huYEtLq0RgNtBEoYlBMO7ah6seX7x6z7Y2A03B3klcDtqi0rZymEbuB7lUVBR1GVz3w6v8XHExFIUkz0M7dgV69ILORPBsF7H_QvAk0jZ4d2C3gMmiyBCuP/s400/IMG_6400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703615792822984402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Wmi1mRmea5-MwmfiHCvSK7mvdK4xkmNIygVfFZCSM-NjC-mUfHIqUZ0GLAnM0pVmYRi8g8iupE5DoZgShXSw2Ufl9_fX5sy9w5EhQp_5-KUwQWhnMzAZCdYOAWLqgBpYlvFgWsBX-r79/s1600/IMG_6433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Wmi1mRmea5-MwmfiHCvSK7mvdK4xkmNIygVfFZCSM-NjC-mUfHIqUZ0GLAnM0pVmYRi8g8iupE5DoZgShXSw2Ufl9_fX5sy9w5EhQp_5-KUwQWhnMzAZCdYOAWLqgBpYlvFgWsBX-r79/s400/IMG_6433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703615788779633170" /></a><br />First of all, Happy Birthday Papa! We are so thankful for you and the way that you love the boys. They are so blessed to have you in their lives! <br />So, this month has come and gone. I'm already writing 2013 on everything, but that is largely due to the nature of my job and I've been planning 2012 for a while now. Harrison has had a bout with hands, foot, mouth this month. Which, contrary to my belief, is not one of those diseases that you are immune to once you've had it once. A few people told me that and that is a bold-faced lie. This is the second year in a row that Harrison has contracted it. This is also the second year in a row that it has been misdiagnosed as step throat. And lastly, this is the second year in a row that I've told the pediatrician's office that he is a carrier for strep and will always test positive. I'm crossing my fingers that we don't continue this trend in 2013. <br />Here's an update:<br />Harrison is hilarious...I don't think he is particularly funnier than other kids his age, but the content and imagination of what he says is just so darn funny. <br />Harrison is the best big brother. I think multiple times a day how thankful I am that Harrison is the older brother. Sometimes, I'm annoyed by the tattle-tailing, but on the flip side, I'm so thankful that he keeps Fish in line. He does love him well (except for the time last Sunday that Fisher took a sword to the center of his head and I almost rushed him to the ER. Good news: we are all still alive and the brain damage doesn't seem to be overt at this time). <br />Harrison has also started playing with a sweet boy down the street. His name is Cooper and he has two younger sisters. He loves being able to play and teach Harrison soccer, which is so much fun to watch. <br />And lastly, Harrison is pumped about our upcoming Disney trip. Every night before he goes to bed, he reminds me that he is nervous that we are going to forget to take his Mickey (stuffed animal from Billy and Amanda) to Disney. He is right. I probably will forget.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-55298462702004891002012-01-22T18:42:00.002-07:002012-01-22T18:51:04.208-07:00Opinionated, but look at him...really<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UMi_bqFe_mbRYVVG-IwfXR6CiWIqcMMHByZsyaOZWViY26Z2Ceehd370xQyMwcPlHfGtViUtVcuOPNMsYJVO_ux7KIQBwgPIKd4v6z7BHfyd8Xp_Db8jFZVGMHTKVT5_t3S51SQdiJCo/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UMi_bqFe_mbRYVVG-IwfXR6CiWIqcMMHByZsyaOZWViY26Z2Ceehd370xQyMwcPlHfGtViUtVcuOPNMsYJVO_ux7KIQBwgPIKd4v6z7BHfyd8Xp_Db8jFZVGMHTKVT5_t3S51SQdiJCo/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700637181162365394" /></a><br />I told Harrison this morning that he needed to wear a sweater to church because it was cold. For some reason, he thought that meant he had to wear a tie too. Or, he just really wanted to. Even though he wanted to wear the tie on the outside of his sweater, I was still impressed with his fashion sense. And just like most guys, he was messing with it before the end of the first song. And it was completely off before we returned to the car. Favorite part of church today: the pastor read the gospel which was the passage from Mark that included, "come, follow me, and I'll make you fishers of men." After Harrison heard it, he leaned over and whispered to me, "Mom, we named Fisher because of what he just said." He was exactly right...I was shocked that he remembered that, or even ever absorbed that. Unbelievable. And before you freak out in the picture...Harrison is sitting on a booster seat that is built into our fancy-schmancy Volvo. He's safe...relatively.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-20790570911537121292012-01-20T19:03:00.003-07:002012-01-20T19:08:55.341-07:00Why Haven't I Been Taking Pictures?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMCcq23NFZjUyLeHQOWOr5uQcCp6387nxUJA4B-1lnCw4f0XEtWU11Y10r1ftX4_KdclJArRU0IzeS87axdOEnLbKnlkFVGTKeYJjAEbk9f5dgLGFC70EHU1SFP9NKU8EGGWonjyDxi3E/s1600/IMG_6393.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMCcq23NFZjUyLeHQOWOr5uQcCp6387nxUJA4B-1lnCw4f0XEtWU11Y10r1ftX4_KdclJArRU0IzeS87axdOEnLbKnlkFVGTKeYJjAEbk9f5dgLGFC70EHU1SFP9NKU8EGGWonjyDxi3E/s400/IMG_6393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699901445442033602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGmBvzp7Uty2CTEVoDjb7eAsQFEqyeMEGn9uZBWBOULQa1DYwSDlbI74WD_B3_hGPYeFS1JPQc616NHHnKx4RKPUQMQzGJBY7G7DFM2Wuv_4xyLJyHpXoW2uvhVQ4JObtcaCVJVxfGRX9/s1600/IMG_6391.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGmBvzp7Uty2CTEVoDjb7eAsQFEqyeMEGn9uZBWBOULQa1DYwSDlbI74WD_B3_hGPYeFS1JPQc616NHHnKx4RKPUQMQzGJBY7G7DFM2Wuv_4xyLJyHpXoW2uvhVQ4JObtcaCVJVxfGRX9/s400/IMG_6391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699901434325076690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAhBjucH0AXp3vtQMxNX8tl3tvvs-RPbJRLCPLRdS5D0udxRva5ygEIMK6yxx3QCUZaYITGIziTnQzA7lEOu41qE5Tg3euXgqfspP9jsLF7Dv6DO_DNIZHYG8aaUG98F79EHYX7sfwOz6/s1600/IMG_6388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAhBjucH0AXp3vtQMxNX8tl3tvvs-RPbJRLCPLRdS5D0udxRva5ygEIMK6yxx3QCUZaYITGIziTnQzA7lEOu41qE5Tg3euXgqfspP9jsLF7Dv6DO_DNIZHYG8aaUG98F79EHYX7sfwOz6/s400/IMG_6388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699901429596250082" /></a><br />It occurred to me when I snapped the above pictures that I haven't been taking pictures of Fisher since he started crawling. This kid moves around like crazy and getting him to sit still is just impossible...unless he is in his high chair...hence the above pictures. I'm going to try a little harder. I have a good break in work after next week, so all my blog followers, if you are out there, prepare to get overloaded. Oh and speaking of overload...I just booked our family's first Disney trip. I actually loathed the idea of going to Disney, but now that I've booked it and told Harrison we are going for his birthday, I'm beyond excited.The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593657733591385316.post-77001140564526209552012-01-20T18:50:00.004-07:002012-01-20T19:01:53.930-07:00Fisher's Birthday Part 2 & 1 Year Stats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Kw6G9IORMqFYnx6LbnDZZWrL2Qkqk7sE7OXn6FprkNhucJYx6GT84k5dV3kz6SDd55Nn_0SNnCMfxN6JDpJU7okatspGE7CLUcC0fRj7IuzD0gtHiju3JD6VqyX_0l52zqW1ftybykgK/s1600/IMG_6228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Kw6G9IORMqFYnx6LbnDZZWrL2Qkqk7sE7OXn6FprkNhucJYx6GT84k5dV3kz6SDd55Nn_0SNnCMfxN6JDpJU7okatspGE7CLUcC0fRj7IuzD0gtHiju3JD6VqyX_0l52zqW1ftybykgK/s320/IMG_6228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699899338247614946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgcPgX3MpLnhyphenhyphenaGyz1FB8u4m13Vvokd7ptMIHuSqA4-ugQFHyjGY6V5dEO9Cq2zJrZgDOsLT4cpzYkvai1DXL9ppQWe76tBp85nLjHAjkZ-Ev6vXLNKkr9UxktkjGQ1agH7Qi7mdLE2MD/s1600/IMG_6257.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNV8hDgip4zl5qAi2dqDHQKHN6OIDnKdz-auxXM1q2a1V0aAyNEGmQLTxN1-utdkE4mcF3W9c70E_yNlM4Onz4Rrp5ZTm8ElXiWOqA7fg4s9Vw2srMRfVaAQpar2-bwz7QLRACQIeQaev2/s320/IMG_6216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699898239246084866" /></a><br />We got to celebrate Fisher's birthday with the Brantley side of the family. Nothing new...Fisher loved the cake and the attention. Harrison did tell me a few times that it is taking too long to get to his (Harrison's) birthday now. Thankfully we only have to wait until March...so only two months of wondering when his birthday is. Can you spot my favorite picture? It may involve Fisher looking suspiciously at the camera and Harrison trying to blow his candle out. I love it. <br /><br />Here are Adam's stats...I only put Adam down because they call Fisher that at the office and I always get so confused...one day I'll remember that my son's first name is that same as my husband's:<br />Weight: 20 lbs, 13 ozs...50th percentile (much to our surprise...he feels like a load of bricks)<br />Height: 30 1/2 inches...greater than 95th percentile (not surprised at all)The Brantley Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01227246945084011665noreply@blogger.com0