tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86842030201193320532024-03-13T06:16:02.890-05:00Is My Blog Showing?Just a Mom...pretending she has it all together.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-19920599983845577622010-12-23T14:21:00.007-06:002010-12-23T15:04:29.858-06:00'Tis the Season!Worst. Blogger. Ever. I don't know why I even try. Does anyone out there even check in anymore? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't.<br /><br />Anyway. Kindergarten is going GREAT. I am amazed everyday at what she is learning. Her handwriting blows me away and the way she can sit and spell out a word amazes me. She is constantly writing and spelling and soaking up everything she can. I am so incredibly proud of my little lady. M's still in dance. And I realized the other day while watching that it only took three years, but what she is doing is finally resembling actual dancing...ha!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1Zc3jliI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LMDtPI4RXfI/s1600/untitled4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553982214328522274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1Zc3jliI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LMDtPI4RXfI/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1Zf1v5JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rqmTCIUUNW0/s1600/untitled3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553982215126246546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1Zf1v5JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rqmTCIUUNW0/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1Y_y2dUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dwwDbMWjPEM/s1600/untitled2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553982206524159298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1Y_y2dUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dwwDbMWjPEM/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1YtD-S2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5L-1kYIMMHM/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553982201495702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO1YtD-S2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5L-1kYIMMHM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Allie. Oh...my sweet Allie. Sassy and hilarious and downright maddening at times. She'll break out in dance or song (or both!) at random times. She is so much my child. One of Allie's favorite things is going to church and playing with her friends. We're having a hard time remembering that is is onlt three, therefore finding ourselves being a little hard on her. She is such a sweet soul and a carefree spirit. Even if she likes to push those buttons!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2MefZfiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H2F26jDNMZI/s1600/D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2MefZfiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H2F26jDNMZI/s400/D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553983090937396770" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2MKUZrSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sa43PhdogCg/s1600/C.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2MKUZrSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sa43PhdogCg/s400/C.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553983085522562338" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2L5T6mjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1xvWCvrk9Us/s1600/B.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2L5T6mjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1xvWCvrk9Us/s400/B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553983080957123122" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2Lot2mKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ums_u_D-FVM/s1600/untitledA.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO2Lot2mKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ums_u_D-FVM/s400/untitledA.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553983076502509730" /></a><br /><br />Little G. Man...where has the time gone?? 7 months old and in to EVERYTHING! He followed both sister's footsteps and started crawling and pulling up within a few days of the other. I can't get the boy interested in solid food of any kind. He prefers to nurse, which is fine with me. I'm bad about finding time to get any kind of routine down with that anyways. He babbles and spits and grunts and explores and destroys...he's all boy and I love it. He doesn't love to nap (two 30 minute micronaps a day...eesh) and he isn't even a huge fan of sleeping at night. I'd love to say that it doesn't bother me...but I love to sleep and haven't found a way of convincing him that all the cool babies get some decent shut eye. In time...I suppose. </div></div></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3Ooc7D8I/AAAAAAAAALY/7zdvh5k1_SM/s1600/H.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3Ooc7D8I/AAAAAAAAALY/7zdvh5k1_SM/s400/H.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984227482734530" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3OZ4_a_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6Mt2ULbHJHA/s1600/G.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3OZ4_a_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6Mt2ULbHJHA/s400/G.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984223573928946" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3OM07OUI/AAAAAAAAALI/EeCfN4EU-5w/s1600/F.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3OM07OUI/AAAAAAAAALI/EeCfN4EU-5w/s400/F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984220067215682" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3OIpLUrI/AAAAAAAAALA/gWxiq7QaS80/s1600/E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO3OIpLUrI/AAAAAAAAALA/gWxiq7QaS80/s400/E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553984218944197298" /></a><br /><br />Every night I lay in bed and have a little talk with God. I have no idea what Kevin and I have done to have been blessed so abundantly. Blessed with friends...blessed with family...blessed with a wonderful church home. Blessed beyond reason with my husband and these amazing kids. I'm happy...I'm content. I'm frazzled 80% of the time. But above all I am thankful. Merry Christmas!!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO4FXzMk9I/AAAAAAAAALo/2GIjF9uOA7Y/s1600/kids.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO4FXzMk9I/AAAAAAAAALo/2GIjF9uOA7Y/s400/kids.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553985167905559506" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO4FfkAMTI/AAAAAAAAALg/WrPyL8ZEnOI/s1600/fam2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TRO4FfkAMTI/AAAAAAAAALg/WrPyL8ZEnOI/s400/fam2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553985169989316914" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-31080902958958897182010-08-21T22:35:00.002-05:002010-08-21T22:37:55.953-05:00On a side note...Uploading pictures through this crappy Blogger uploader is screwing up my images. It's messing with the color, making some of them a weird orange color. I usually upload through Flickr, who has gone and changed THEIR interface and I couldn't get them over here. <br /><br />I am irrationally irritated at the entire situation. Small stuff, Lynds. Stop sweatin' it.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-79248267066536995092010-08-21T22:20:00.005-05:002010-08-21T22:35:14.590-05:00Summer is just about over...And while ordinarily this isn't a huge deal around these parts, this year is a bit different. This is M's very last Saturday before starting Kindergarten. Her last Saturday where she is totally and 100% responsibility free. From here on out, her weekends will not just be those two days where Daddy is home...she'll really have a week to END and a new week to begin. It is incredibly sobering.<br /><br /><br />Sweet babies...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaR9qhtnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/w1gXHh5_ys0/s1600/IMG_8417.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071977675503218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaR9qhtnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/w1gXHh5_ys0/s400/IMG_8417.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaRrJw2qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fKbfoTdzjjY/s1600/IMG_8410.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071972706245282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaRrJw2qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fKbfoTdzjjY/s400/IMG_8410.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaRPHkchI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eq6hNREHsCw/s1600/IMG_8391.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071965180850706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaRPHkchI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eq6hNREHsCw/s400/IMG_8391.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaQ8kT1lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/27t6XXyA0So/s1600/IMG_8437.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071960201123410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaQ8kT1lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/27t6XXyA0So/s400/IMG_8437.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaQj3nD_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/msTs2f-QMHE/s1600/IMG_8432.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071953571188722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCaQj3nD_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/msTs2f-QMHE/s400/IMG_8432.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCZ2Z2XsbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ATHa__Ln-Sc/s1600/IMG_8434.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071504205033906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCZ2Z2XsbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ATHa__Ln-Sc/s400/IMG_8434.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/THCZnrz3E9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JyKMbY8pI3M/s1600/IMG_8434.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-72039160536838371072010-08-10T23:07:00.004-05:002010-08-10T23:37:02.126-05:00These are the days...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TGIoSr5KWMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S_TF_nSyn-A/s1600/IMG_8216.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504005996085401794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TGIoSr5KWMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S_TF_nSyn-A/s400/IMG_8216.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TGInpLYMNBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DrAeE25xDd4/s1600/IMG_8353wm.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504005282982540306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/TGInpLYMNBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DrAeE25xDd4/s400/IMG_8353wm.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Things are crazy around here these days. Three kids...not too bad. Three sick kids? Oy vey. Grayson came down with a little cold a week and a half ago. Long story short, he sounded like that stupid 'Sounds of Pertussis' commercial and scared the crud out of us. I took him in and we're still waiting on the test results. In the meantime, Allie has an ear infection and trying to get that child to take her meds was like trying to bathe a rabid cat. Maddi has decided that being left out was no longer fun for her and she has come down with some sort of cold or something. Yippee!! This is all on the heels of all three of them having some degree of pink eye. We've hit our quota on illness and I fully expect to keep healthy kids all winter long.<br /><br />You hear that, God? WE'VE HIT OUR QUOTA. Please. And Amen.<br /><br />G is 12 weeks old and changing every day. Before he went and got all sick on us, he was sleeping 9 hour stretches at night. Granted, he sucks at napping, but I'll take it! He is trying SO hard to roll over (back to tummy) but hasn't quite got it yet. Which is fine. I'm not ready for his first milestone. I've realized he isn't a newborn anymore and that was nearly enough to send my post partum hormones into orbit. That, and I really no longer have an excuse for not starting the weight loss adventure.<br /><br />Maddi starts Kindergarten in 13 days. Thirteen. Days. I'm so very excited for her. Really. I am. I'm not at ALL secretly an emotional freak about it. Honest. It doesn't make me sad at all that I am sending her off to public school where she will spend all day not needing me. On an up note...she is looking mighty stylish in her skinny jeans. And I'm not just saying that...she actually told me that she was "looking mighty stylish". Love her.<br /><br />Ohhhh Allie. Where Maddi is my old soul...my 30 year old in a 5 year old body...Allie is my spunky, sassy and downright HILARIOUS little ball of goober. She knows she's funny and she works it hard. I have no idea what I would do with my days if I didn't have her keeping me on my toes. She's having a slightly hard time adjusting to the baby, but she loves him SO much. She loves him fiercely. Literally...I have to make sure she doesn't go all Lenny on us and love him to death.<br /><br />God has mightily blessed us. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-88035114914283091322010-07-12T17:42:00.002-05:002010-07-12T17:45:37.625-05:008 weeks old!The thrid time around is going SO DARN FAST. And definitely easier. Baby Boy is starting to talk to us and smile in reaction to things around him. It doesn't seem right that he is this big already. He loves his bath and worship during church. And...I don't want to jinx things...but only getting up once a night to nurse is fantastic!<br /><br />I did a mini shoot with him the other day. Only got a few shots, but they were some definite keepers. I wish I could freeze time right now with all three of them...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4772781984/" title="IMG_8290-11x14 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4772781984_0e430fd5d9.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="IMG_8290-11x14" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4775026698/" title="IMG_8286-8x10 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4775026698_4330d5a446.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="IMG_8286-8x10" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-61753941433485462432010-05-26T23:00:00.002-05:002010-05-26T23:03:58.073-05:00Oh boy, oh boy...Grayson Leon...aka Boy Child...arrived Sunday May 16th. 7lbs 14oz of pure perfection. Big sisters LOVE him. Third and definitely the shortest and easiest labor and delivery... almost didn't have time for the epidural. He. Is.. Scrumptious. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4643813246/" title="IMG_8164-8x10 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4643813246_02b83874ef.jpg" width="400" height="500" alt="IMG_8164-8x10" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4643810816/" title="IMG_8149-8x10 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4643810816_c00704a43b.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="IMG_8149-8x10" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-32405475689934132112010-02-18T11:56:00.002-06:002010-02-18T12:06:27.316-06:00Updates, Snow and BabiesHello!! I am alive! The kids are alive and well!<br /><br />It hit me the other day that in roughly 6 months my sweet baby girl will be in kindergarten. Her very first baby step into the "real world". How did that happen? I can't talk about it any more. Subject closed. <br /><br />Good gracious...I've almost forgotten HOW to blog. We'll just go with pictures.<br /><br />TWELVE INCHES OF SNOW LAST WEEK. I guess Mother Nature didn't get the memo that we're in Texas.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4349272055/" title="7507 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4349272055_1d2020b41d_o.jpg" width="504" height="360" alt="7507" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4350020480/" title="7497 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4350020480_7e51266c92_o.jpg" width="504" height="360" alt="7497" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/4350015258/" title="7505-cropped5x7 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4350015258_9f500fe2aa.jpg" width="500" height="357" alt="7505-cropped5x7" /></a><br /><br />In other news...Baby Boy S will be here in roughly 13 weeks. M is very excited, but A is pretty ticked that there is very little room left on my lap for her. She doesn't quite get it. Things are about to get pretty darn interesting in this house, seeing as how A doesn't like to share me with the dog, let alone another human being that will be attached to me for around a year.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-4596471550218333452009-09-17T11:38:00.001-05:002009-09-17T11:40:32.655-05:00I'm here, I'm here!We have been so busy lately! It seems we take full advantage of the lazy days of summer and I have nothing to really blog about. Then the school year starts and all of a sudden we are balancing dance (Maddi loves it still!), soccer (Maddi love it, too!), school and everything in between. We also got some news a week or so ago that we are still trying to process. More on that later...LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-66390657847331420172009-08-09T23:37:00.002-05:002009-08-09T23:38:29.531-05:00My new obsessionThese storyboards are fun to make! Here is a simple one I made for Allie's room.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3806035629/" title="Untitled-1 (10x20) by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3806035629_bb2c6383af_b.jpg" width="1024" height="512" alt="Untitled-1 (10x20)" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-66031151860734088162009-06-02T10:42:00.002-05:002009-06-02T10:51:26.698-05:00I stink at surprisesI was going to sneak the girls away and take their pictures for Kevin for Father's Day...because he would never expect THAT from ME. But anyways. Then I decided against it because it is just easier to have him there with me when I try to shoot the girls. And I am SO glad I took him, because I was able to get this shot.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3585316847/" title="3828(5x7) by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3585316847_d77d02c63f.jpg" width="357" height="500" alt="3828(5x7)" /></a><br /><br />And this is a cute one of the girls (and Allie DOES still have her feet...Flickr is going wonky lately when I upload).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3586121906/" title="3781 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3586121906_aae63c438b.jpg" width="393" height="500" alt="3781" /></a><br /><br />Is Allie not just the cutest little turkey EVER??!! Look at her looking so adoringly at her big sister! Seeing them together makes me want to get pregnant again yesterday, just so I can have a house full of kids looking at each other as if they hung the moon. But I won't. Because I still have not caught up on my sleep.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3585316691/" title="3808(8x10) by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3585316691_157769dc19.jpg" width="500" height="350" alt="3808(8x10)" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3586122976/" title="3793(8x10) by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3586122976_420b88ae2b.jpg" width="400" height="500" alt="3793(8x10)" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-38662119209859576242009-05-22T12:21:00.003-05:002009-05-22T12:22:43.905-05:00Life has been BUSY!But never too busy to make my kids endure the camera. They'll thank me for it eventually.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3553882347/" title="IMG_3150-5 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3553882347_4736674986.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_3150-5" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-15600363283231052102009-05-06T23:31:00.002-05:002009-05-06T23:34:10.712-05:00Ahhh...the signs of summerYou know summer is on your doorstep when you are able to snack on nice, fresh strawberries. Allie is a fan.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3462619883/" title="1 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3462619883_faa7445ab0.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="1" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3462620431/" title="3 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/3462620431_7152aef542.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="3" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3462620177/" title="2 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/3462620177_a4dcbab68c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="2" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3462619355/" title="4 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3531/3462619355_1a13bc5ca1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="4" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-7219983224475700522009-04-25T18:00:00.002-05:002009-04-25T18:03:52.264-05:00Seniors '09!I had the pleasure of meeting Victoria on Friday for my very first senior shoot! She was a trooper...a lot of girls would have been freaked out by the 163 mph winds.<br /><br />By the way...geese are evil. I'm just sayin'.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3474363398/" title="1 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3474363398_79da633fa6_o.jpg" width="432" height="288" alt="1" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3473953977/" title="11 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/3473953977_6015edf807_o.jpg" width="288" height="432" alt="11" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3474761166/" title="10 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3474761166_cda9887b65_o.jpg" width="288" height="432" alt="10" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3474761030/" title="8 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3474761030_4b0c2d5c66_o.jpg" width="288" height="432" alt="8" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3473954095/" title="14 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3473954095_71a0bff2d6_o.jpg" width="432" height="288" alt="14" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3473954211/" title="16 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3334/3473954211_f8363323f3_o.jpg" width="288" height="432" alt="16" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-2343558010680163382009-04-19T22:43:00.001-05:002009-04-19T22:45:04.584-05:00Baby H sneak peek!Ahhhh...such a happy girl!!!! Loved it!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3458383828/" title="5 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3458383828_8927cf2ab4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="5" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3458383106/" title="2 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3458383106_a76d3f6956.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="2" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3458382840/" title="1 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3458382840_6c5cb683b9.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="1" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-50894784720810809232009-04-14T21:23:00.002-05:002009-04-14T21:26:58.707-05:00It is practically state law here in Texas...You have to do pictures in bluebonnets. And while I am not too pleased with how the photos went...I'm not willing to do them again. They are done for this year, and perhaps next year Allie will show her face.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3442809263/" title="2253 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3442809263_08315b9295.jpg" width="500" height="411" alt="2253" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3443652602/" title="2278 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3443652602_4f3fc781e6.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="2278" /></a><br /><br />Really...this is the best one of the two of them together. it's almost becoming funny how they never, ever cooperate. Almost. But not quite.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3442764053/" title="2238 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3442764053_2cb01ae762.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="2238" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-73163018799764353762009-04-03T23:16:00.000-05:002009-04-03T23:17:21.793-05:00If one is to gain 60+ pounds during pregnancy...You would think she would end up with this...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3411021738/" title="IMG_1553 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3411021738_a063a5805a.jpg" width="500" height="350" alt="IMG_1553" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-62284814609151634862009-03-23T23:12:00.004-05:002009-03-23T23:14:20.201-05:00Love me some black and white!I took some pictures of Allie the other night (just before the extreme meltdown as documented in the post below) and they were perfect for some high key conversions. Love it. Love love it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3366370179/" title="1371 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3569/3366370179_97c6753a04.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="1371" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-29782805557922575532009-03-18T22:41:00.002-05:002009-03-18T22:44:40.634-05:00I call this series..."Teething Sucks for Everyone"<br /><br />No, she isn't crying in pain while I snap away...she is simply throwing a doozie of a tantrum. Her fuse is a bit short when those teeth try to come in. It really does suck for everyone within earshot of her.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3367280356/" title="1409 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3367280356_651c92d993.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="1409" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3366458621/" title="1413 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3366458621_44c35a5105.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="1413" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3367280456/" title="1415 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/3367280456_c5e5481dbe.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="1415" /></a><br /><br />Dang...even throwing a fit she is CRAZY cute!LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-86676390360511487042009-03-09T15:38:00.002-05:002009-03-09T16:15:12.626-05:00I have a phobia...No, no...it's not my phobia of milk. Although that one is pretty bad. I have a phobia of germaphobes.<br /><br />We are a family of hand washers. After we play outside, before we eat, before I prepare a meal, after we go potty...we wash our hands. No big. I wipe off my counters as needed. I don't pick my teeth after cleaning the potty. I would like to believe I take reasonable precautions.<br /><br />There are just a few things that I do not bring into this house. One would be any product that has "anti bacterial" on the label. There are places where anti bacterial has its place. A doctor scrubbing up for surgery? Yeah! Bring it on! Wiping down my counters, walls, floors, sinks and/or my kids after someone sneezes at a playdate? Not so much. You know why? Because that person more than likely sneezed for one of a few reasons...he has/is coming down with/is getting over a cold or the flu, perhaps. Or he lives in Texas, where almost no one escapes allergies. Do you know what causes the common cold or the flu? A virus. No amount of removing any bacteria from your person or surfaces in your home is going to kill that virus. And when you use these products, you are more than likely just pissing off any bacteria present without effectively killing it. Pop quiz...you know what happens when you piss off a bacteria without killing it? It gives you the big ole' middle finger and mutates because you hurt its feelings. Nice. That (along with the over-prescribing of antibiotics that doctors give to get rid of neurotic mothers who demand that something must be done to get rid of Jonny's cold...but that is a whole other can of worms) leads to the resistance of antibiotics that would otherwise do their jobs. Yipee!<br /><br />We have an immune system for a reason. It works very simply: Body is exposed to germ. Body recognizes that bug is bad. Body produces antibodies to kick germ's butt. Body then remembers said germ for future reference. Next time that germ enters your body, your immune system says "Hey! I defeated you once, I will defeat you again!" And chances are, you will not get as sick as before or you will not get sick at all. Voila. Foolproof? Nope. We'll all get sick from time to time (Hello?! Three of the four of us just got over the flu). But it is basic biology that you have to get sick sometimes in order to be healthy. As I said before...I take precautions. I don't let my kids lick the carts at Wal Mart. However, I do not freak out if Maddi's friends at Mother's Day Out or our playgroup show up with a runny nose or a little cough. I don't WANT them to be uncomfortable or sick. I like to sleep at night with the best of them. But I do not expect any parent to quarantine their child because they might or might not pass on the common cold. And you know... Maddi has had maybe a third of the runny noses or coughs this year. She didn't get sick and run fever for the first time until she was 18 months old. This is the first time Allie has had a fever...at 15 months. Because I let their immune systems take care of things.<br /><br />Blah. I know what you are thinking. "Dang Lyndsey...why the soapbox?" <br /><br />Eh. No biggie. I just witnessed a mom go all freaky deaky on her kid at Chick Fil A today. And the following self righteous conversation she had with her girlfriend following the incident made me roll my eyes. Her bubble kid is in for it when she comes into contact with her first germ.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-16423068648694160042009-03-08T21:49:00.003-05:002009-03-08T21:53:35.021-05:00Have I hyped this up, enough?Maddi and I finally got to get a start on her pictures today. She had the flu, then we had days and days of flippin' insane winds and then Allie and I got the flu. But today was PERFECT and I was bound and determined to get out there and at least get started. I still have to do my main ideas I had planned, but I am happy so far. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3339482707/" title="10 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3339482707_08074d7b37.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="10" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3340309282/" title="8 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3340309282_0a57f669d5.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="8" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3339479393/" title="5 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3339479393_435cd10f08.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="5" /></a><br /><br />This is my favorite so far...ha ha ha! Typical Maddi. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3339482089/" title="9 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3339482089_383d29d26f.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="9" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-16790680213929289052009-03-03T14:51:00.002-06:002009-03-03T14:54:33.481-06:00It's here, it's here!Maddi's birthday outfit is HERE!!!!! But the poor thing has the flu. So I have. To. Wait. Right? I have to wait? Because it would not be good parenting to drag her hither, tither and yon for my own selfish agenda...right?<br /><br />Although...I have stated in the past that I have never claimed to be mother of the year...<br /><br />Nah. I won't. But I am dying. Just sayin'.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-1964521547874789262009-02-25T17:27:00.003-06:002009-02-25T17:30:53.806-06:00Waiting...waiting...waiting...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/SaXUkl5Hl7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/amrHvNtC664/s1600-h/badaydress2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/SaXUkl5Hl7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/amrHvNtC664/s400/badaydress2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881461038061490" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/SaXUksPrWgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zIcq8CqMjgU/s1600-h/bdaydress1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apcyYIjA_rw/SaXUksPrWgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zIcq8CqMjgU/s400/bdaydress1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881462743292418" /></a><br />I am not so patiently waiting for Maddi's birthday dress to get here so I can get her pictures done. I have some CUTE ideas in mind...hopefully they will be better executed than my horrible attempt at getting pictures of the girls and I last week. I won't even go into that debacle. It was awful.<br /><br />Anyways...how cute is THIS?! I think it is my favorite birthday outfit to date.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-4028542550782481342009-02-23T08:35:00.002-06:002009-02-23T08:39:37.686-06:00Look at these chompers!Even though each tooth she gets is a true test of mommy's patience...even though every tooth she gets seemingly keeps her up for nights on end, resulting in bad night habits that must be broken later...even though the other night she decided to experiment with how hard she could wrap those sweet little teeth around a piece of mommy's shoulder...<br /><br />Gah...does she really only have FOUR? We have a long way to go.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3302746088/" title="0832 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3604/3302746088_6cdd242afb.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="0832" /></a>LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-66680848919805159392009-02-13T23:22:00.003-06:002009-02-13T23:26:40.609-06:00Lollipop lollipopYeah, yeah, yeah...second kid syndrome. I never would have dreamed of giving Maddi a lollipop at 14 months old. BUT...it let me get some pictures. So...whatever works. Dum Dums are the size of your fingernail anyways.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3256312190/" title="0654 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/3256312190_1f7d8e0903.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="0654" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28000959@N03/3255448289/" title="0625 by lyndseyshillings, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3454/3255448289_610af29c86.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="0625" /></a><br /><br />And I keep going back to these pictures in Photoshop...they need something. But I'm not sure what. Maybe the crop is weird...? I dunno. More saturation? Ugh...no one cares about this crap but me...I'll shut up now.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684203020119332053.post-77974489275270634242009-02-01T20:15:00.002-06:002009-02-01T20:17:59.555-06:00Ahh...memories<em>Here is my very first blog. I am actually still slightly taumatized from this morning.</em><br /><br />After looking at other people's blogs, I have discovered that you can tell a lot by a person just by what they choose to tell the world. ]Here's the most important thing you need to know about me : I hate milk. And not just 'Oh, I don't care for milk. None for me, thanks'. No, mine is a genuine disgust. I don't even like to touch the carton (It makes my hand stink..is this just me?) Some might think it's a little over the top...I prefer to think it's quirky.<br /><br />This is why it is so scary when I realize I have lost a sippy cup. For the past few days, I have realized that Maddi's blue sippy cup is MIA. I just knew that it was in some dark corner of the house, growing more and more putrid by the minute. <br /><br />Well, as I open the car door to put Maddi in her carseat this morning, I am knocked over by the smell that wafts out. THERE is the sippy! Half under the front seat. With the lid unscrewed JUST ENOUGH to allow some leakage I am faced with a dilemma. This morning I want a Whataburger taquito more than anything. My car smells like the depths of Hell. And yes, my Hell smells like rotten milk. After an internal battle, my desire for a taquito wins. I roll down all the windows and hit the road. After all, it's just down the street. <br /><br />As I'm driving, Maddi is protesting the windows being down. I'm trying to repress my gag reflex and I go the wrong way. Waxahachie is not a big town by far, but I manage to take the longest route possible. My brain was clouded with milk fumes. I gag some more...I'm stopped at stop light after stop light, which leaves no air flow...stagnant milk air. I gag again and accidentally turn into Taco Bell. I curse. Then I remember I'm not supposed to curse in front of the baby. Because even though she has no interest in repeating anything we say thus far, she would choose the word "SHIT" to begin her vocabulary with.<br /><br />I finally get the cursed taquito, which I have no appetite for any longer. <br /><br />So, out in my garage is a car I cannot sit in anymore. It either has to be detailed or sold. The offending cup has been brought into the house, but I gag everytime I see it. So, I put a dishtowel over it and Kevin can deal with it when he gets home.LyndseyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10227080832209368607noreply@blogger.com2