<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:22:11.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noblitt Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6549347937114048506</id><published>2010-10-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:23:33.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>Let's just say I have taken a blogging hiatus. I have been extremely busy, and just haven't had time to blog. I am going to try my best to start blogging at least once a week for the boys. I love blogging, and I think it is such a fun way to document the happenings of our crazy house! I'm not even going to attempt to play catch up. I'm going to start fresh, and do my very best to make time for it!  I know I will be glad that I did one day, and I hope Aidan and Parker will enjoy it too!  Here goes nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6549347937114048506?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6549347937114048506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6549347937114048506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6549347937114048506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6549347937114048506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/worst-blogger-award.html' title='Worst Blogger Award'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-5877619401094097193</id><published>2010-04-29T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:59:56.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Year Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-MxIWCeI/AAAAAAAAApc/GwFaT8_52-E/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-MxIWCeI/AAAAAAAAApc/GwFaT8_52-E/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465679118091028962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1/2 birthday to my little P-Man, Park, Parkie! Poor baby you probably won't know your name because I have about a thousand different nicknames for you! Once again I'm posting this a little late! OOPS! Please forgive me. You and your brother are a lot of work! You are doing a lot of the same things that you were doing at 5 months, but you are really sitting alone well now! If I leave the room and you notice you start crying, most of the time you are to busy playing. You also love to pull hair.  You absolutely love your jumper, and you are passing toys from one hand to the other. Oh, and I almost forgot you cut your first tooth this month! At your six month check up you weighed 22.8 pounds and were 28.5 inches long. What a big boy you are. You are growing so fast, and I love you more than life! You are such a sweet little boy, and I'm honored to be your mommy! You have a smile that could light up a room, and you are so much fun! I cherish every minute I have with you. Would you please stop growing up! &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-Ossp3qI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2wz-1ABU8o4/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-Ossp3qI/AAAAAAAAAp0/2wz-1ABU8o4/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465679151260884642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-Odf5UPI/AAAAAAAAAps/N5FFJrhxAQk/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-Odf5UPI/AAAAAAAAAps/N5FFJrhxAQk/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465679147180839154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-NrgW3BI/AAAAAAAAApk/DNPOKQU2ZJ8/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-NrgW3BI/AAAAAAAAApk/DNPOKQU2ZJ8/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465679133761002514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5877619401094097193?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5877619401094097193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5877619401094097193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5877619401094097193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5877619401094097193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/half-year-old.html' title='Half a Year Old!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S9n-MxIWCeI/AAAAAAAAApc/GwFaT8_52-E/s72-c/IMG_0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2820122513059588758</id><published>2010-04-01T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:43:55.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>All I can say to the fact that I am just now posting Parker's 5 month post is better late than never!  I have just been extremely busy, and haven't had a lot of time to blog.  Here are some of the things you are doing at 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;*rolling over both ways&lt;br /&gt;*sitting with support&lt;br /&gt;*eating baby food&lt;br /&gt;*jabbering all of the time (I think you are going to be my talker.  I have no idea where you could get that.) Ha!&lt;br /&gt;*weight 21.5 pounds and 29 inches long.  You are a big boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are such a happy baby, and I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vakuctdyI/AAAAAAAAAow/2ElZSk45T5U/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vakuctdyI/AAAAAAAAAow/2ElZSk45T5U/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461699297595455266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vakZ0yFyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YIfoHe5zBME/s1600/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vakZ0yFyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YIfoHe5zBME/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461699292059277090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vaj4XmTII/AAAAAAAAAog/Hep-SpqSd-k/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vaj4XmTII/AAAAAAAAAog/Hep-SpqSd-k/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461699283078499458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vajg70BeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zNpf2seTZAA/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vajg70BeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zNpf2seTZAA/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461699276787942882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2820122513059588758?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2820122513059588758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2820122513059588758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2820122513059588758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2820122513059588758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S8vakuctdyI/AAAAAAAAAow/2ElZSk45T5U/s72-c/IMG_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2846736563814161541</id><published>2010-02-27T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:02:34.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oD-PYIhKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/j3sZC4Em1FM/s1600-h/100_2616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oD-PYIhKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/j3sZC4Em1FM/s320/100_2616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167467445191842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker tried his first food this past week.  I started with rice cereal and he hated it.  He was actually gagging a little! So I decided to move onto sweet potatoes, and he loved them! I waited a little longer to give him food than I did Aidan. I would've liked to have waited until six months, but he started getting hungrier in between feedings faster than usual so I thought it was time. Almost five months is not so bad. The doctor told us we could start at four, but I just wanted to wait as long as possible! Obviously, by his size he was getting everything he needed without any food! Ha! He is a BIG boy! I try not to be so rigid and by the book with Parker. I believe that if you just watch your baby they will let you know what they need, and he was definitely ready for food.  He scarfed it down! At his four month checkup he weighed 19 pounds 4 ounces, and was 25.5 inches long. That is above 95% in weight and 78% in height! James and I always laugh and say he'll probably end up being the smallest kid in his class! I went to the grocery store tonight and stocked up on some more baby food! I think next on the menu is green beans. I'm keeping my fingers crossed because Aidan hated them as a baby. The funny thing is he loves them now! Can't wait to see how it goes!  I just love being a mom!  Who knew I would ever be excited over green beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oD-laXknI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RXwVS-J-b48/s1600-h/100_2619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oD-laXknI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RXwVS-J-b48/s320/100_2619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167473360147058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.  His neck was way to big for the bib!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oEYZdPJRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Hu_QK40cwpw/s1600-h/100_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oEYZdPJRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Hu_QK40cwpw/s320/100_2636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443167916827550994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to clean up!  I think he looks like James when he smiles!  So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2846736563814161541?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2846736563814161541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2846736563814161541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2846736563814161541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2846736563814161541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-food.html' title='First Foods'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4oD-PYIhKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/j3sZC4Em1FM/s72-c/100_2616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2215621779224836641</id><published>2010-02-23T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T08:49:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Day Out</title><content type='html'>James and I decided to put Aidan into a preschool program three days a week at St. Paul in Muskogee. We thought it would be great for him to be around other children for the social interaction. I have to tell you I was very, very nervous! I almost backed out several times! So I put my big girl pants on, and decided to take him. I'm so glad I did! When we dropped him off he didn't shed a tear. He had the best time, and when I picked him up he wasn't ready to leave!  I have to admit it did hurt my feelings a little!  Honestly, I was so thankful that he adjusted so well! I much rather him be happy when I leave than clinging to me!  That would make it so much harder!  My little boy is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4YB2wAMtmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ar7ds4hj9q8/s1600-h/100_2612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4YB2wAMtmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ar7ds4hj9q8/s320/100_2612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442039239834121826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way!  He was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4YB3cSbabI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1bPQDwbNuyM/s1600-h/100_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4YB3cSbabI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1bPQDwbNuyM/s320/100_2614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442039251721742770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see it didn't take him long to start playing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2215621779224836641?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2215621779224836641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2215621779224836641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2215621779224836641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2215621779224836641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-day-out.html' title='Kid&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S4YB2wAMtmI/AAAAAAAAAno/ar7ds4hj9q8/s72-c/100_2612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6138384030219136101</id><published>2010-02-03T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:15:08.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photographer I Am Not!</title><content type='html'>Here is my attempt to get some pictures of the boys together! Let's just say it is not easy trying to photograph a two year old and a 4 month old! It kind of goes like this, me saying "Aidan sit still," hold onto Parker so that Aidan doesn't knock him out of chair, make sure they are both looking at the camera, oh and did I mention take the picture! Who cares if they smile. I'm just happy if they are both in the picture, and aren't injured when we are finished! Kudos to photographers! I think their job could be as hard as being a teacher, and I don't say that about many professions! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzh5yfKgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PIVb6pDYg5Y/s1600-h/DSC_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzh5yfKgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PIVb6pDYg5Y/s320/DSC_0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434142189173025282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzhouAXXI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WjM9GXbgwME/s1600-h/DSC_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzhouAXXI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WjM9GXbgwME/s320/DSC_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434142184590826866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzhLaRylI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZIWCQIqHrxw/s1600-h/DSC_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzhLaRylI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZIWCQIqHrxw/s320/DSC_0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434142176723454546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6138384030219136101?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6138384030219136101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6138384030219136101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6138384030219136101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6138384030219136101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/photographer-i-am-not.html' title='A Photographer I Am Not!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2nzh5yfKgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PIVb6pDYg5Y/s72-c/DSC_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4956074428474796915</id><published>2010-01-28T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:24:21.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INv2QWI1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Yp0n8P-wEtc/s1600-h/DSC_0585_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INv2QWI1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Yp0n8P-wEtc/s320/DSC_0585_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431919216231326546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker you are 4 months old today! Happy birthday little guy! You are doing lots of new things. &lt;br /&gt;*sitting with support&lt;br /&gt;*rolled over 4 times total now&lt;br /&gt;*cooing a lot&lt;br /&gt;*you have a new and improved high pitched scream&lt;br /&gt;*you like the swing more&lt;br /&gt;*still not liking tummy time to much&lt;br /&gt;*you are grasping and pulling objects, including my hair&lt;br /&gt;* you are starting to put things in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;* you drool all of the time&lt;br /&gt;* you try and pull yourself into a sitting position when you are laying down&lt;br /&gt;* you are extremely stout&lt;br /&gt;* still eat about every 3-4 hours&lt;br /&gt;* go to bed around 10pm and sleep until 7 or 8am&lt;br /&gt;* still take several naps throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;* you love your brother so much. you are always smiling at him.&lt;br /&gt;You are growing up too fast! You are the sweetest baby, and I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INxcRE49I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_jFuwRfpu1w/s1600-h/DSC_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INxcRE49I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_jFuwRfpu1w/s320/DSC_0609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431919243614806994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INxIm6L5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/6o5ULHFoImk/s1600-h/DSC_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INxIm6L5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/6o5ULHFoImk/s320/DSC_0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431919238337671058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INwmn2wzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BavxhbYjOlw/s1600-h/DSC_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INwmn2wzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BavxhbYjOlw/s320/DSC_0588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431919229214835506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INwPriTZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NJewfCgy5O8/s1600-h/DSC_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INwPriTZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NJewfCgy5O8/s320/DSC_0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431919223056256402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4956074428474796915?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4956074428474796915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4956074428474796915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4956074428474796915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4956074428474796915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S2INv2QWI1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Yp0n8P-wEtc/s72-c/DSC_0585_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7419724868847571753</id><published>2010-01-25T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:44:10.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Coming to Dinner!</title><content type='html'>On Monday night we had my parents over for dinner.  I made spaghetti and meatballs, green beans and new potatoes, garlic bread, and salad.  It was so yum!  Aidan was a little pig!  We had the best time visiting, and letting them love on the boys!  I can't tell you the joy it brings to my heart to watch my parents with my children.  I really don't even have words to describe it.  As I sat and watched them my body was so full of joy, and tears came to my eyes!  I know that sounds ridiculous, but I just love my parents so much and seeing them with my children is so great!  In my eyes they are the best!  I am so grateful and blessed that they were chosen as my parents!  I can only hope that my children love, and respect me the way I do them! It was just a great Monday night, and I wanted to share! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_9U5GDKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E0wFha7IU5c/s1600-h/2010+01+25_1321_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_9U5GDKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E0wFha7IU5c/s320/2010+01+25_1321_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430918892212325538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Papa's boy!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_84KYDEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/HUY18De-SJs/s1600-h/2010+01+25_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_84KYDEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/HUY18De-SJs/s320/2010+01+25_1326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430918884500180034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Margie loving on Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_8hBISrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BKpIsJYKPos/s1600-h/2010+01+25_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_8hBISrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BKpIsJYKPos/s320/2010+01+25_1319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430918878287383218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this was right after Aidan told my dad that "a ha ha hat says vroom, vroom."  ha ha hat=tractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_8Dwll6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/1lKrT9nBGEM/s1600-h/2010+01+25_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_8Dwll6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/1lKrT9nBGEM/s320/2010+01+25_1318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430918870433372066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom would be a little upset if she knew I posted this picture, but I thought it was sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7419724868847571753?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7419724868847571753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7419724868847571753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7419724868847571753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7419724868847571753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Coming to Dinner!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S15_9U5GDKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E0wFha7IU5c/s72-c/2010+01+25_1321_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4344155424979265310</id><published>2010-01-11T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:24:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Room For Daddy</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would most some pictures of James and his boys! He is such a great dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wijeNfHSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/X3UBGktwV-I/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wijeNfHSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/X3UBGktwV-I/s320/2009+10+08_1285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425749643874999586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whrakFzvI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7SSMprZwl8I/s1600-h/DSC_0001+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whrakFzvI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7SSMprZwl8I/s320/DSC_0001+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425748680823394034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he looks a little sleep deprived???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whq16eUXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/nlOT8tOFKNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whq16eUXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/nlOT8tOFKNQ/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425748670985163122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whqi8QcAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0DKqDXhedtA/s1600-h/DSC_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whqi8QcAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0DKqDXhedtA/s320/DSC_0494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425748665892368386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whp9MPvuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/I84TtXLYN8M/s1600-h/DSC_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whp9MPvuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/I84TtXLYN8M/s320/DSC_0492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425748655758884578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Aidan a bedtime story! His favorite Brown Bear, Brown Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whpfuW5FI/AAAAAAAAAlI/xb4u5yLOYT8/s1600-h/DSC_0459_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0whpfuW5FI/AAAAAAAAAlI/xb4u5yLOYT8/s320/DSC_0459_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425748647848895570" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;Sweet baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4344155424979265310?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4344155424979265310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4344155424979265310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4344155424979265310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4344155424979265310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-room-for-daddy.html' title='Make Room For Daddy'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wijeNfHSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/X3UBGktwV-I/s72-c/2009+10+08_1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6917802380656644460</id><published>2010-01-11T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:41:58.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Is 3 Months Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-2-OvtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/h7zKgqLNp1s/s1600-h/DSC_0456_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-2-OvtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/h7zKgqLNp1s/s320/DSC_0456_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425739119262088914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker you are 3 months old. You are still just as sweet as ever, and growing up too fast! Some of things you are doing at 3 months:&lt;br /&gt;* you love to play "So Big"&lt;br /&gt;* you laugh and smile all of the time&lt;br /&gt;* when I sing you to sleep at night sometimes you sing back to me (maybe you are secretly telling me to hush)&lt;br /&gt;* you are eating about every 3.5 hours and sleep for a 6 hour period at night! &lt;br /&gt;* you like your swing more than you used to&lt;br /&gt;* you are holding your head very steady&lt;br /&gt;* you rolled over at your 2 month checkup but haven't done it since&lt;br /&gt;* you are not a fan of tummy time at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is lots more that you can do, but I just can't think right now. I love you so much Parker Lee Noblitt. You are the sweetest little guy. Well, it's a tie between you and the A's man! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-g39fQI/AAAAAAAAAk4/x-l9zQN2idk/s1600-h/DSC_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-g39fQI/AAAAAAAAAk4/x-l9zQN2idk/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425739113330212098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-FIrGdI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3EJh7X8YrAc/s1600-h/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-FIrGdI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3EJh7X8YrAc/s320/DSC_0454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425739105884117458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6917802380656644460?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6917802380656644460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6917802380656644460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6917802380656644460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6917802380656644460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-is-3-months-old.html' title='Someone Is 3 Months Old!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wY-2-OvtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/h7zKgqLNp1s/s72-c/DSC_0456_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4153415405887147476</id><published>2010-01-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:32:25.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Monkeys....</title><content type='html'>While I was at a bridal shower the other night, Aidan decided he would jump on the bed. Well you know the old adage no more monkeys... Well let's just say my little monkey fell into a box that was on the bed. He hit it right on the corner of his eye, and it looked terrible. Needless to say James called me to come home! We made a trip to the ER to be checked out and make sure that we didn't need a stitch. Everything was fine and no stitches were needed.  We are so thankful he is okay.  It was very close to his eyeball, and that could have been BAD!  The child is two years old and has been to the ER more times than I have in my whole life! He is going to be the death of me! Like father like son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wXAQzoozI/AAAAAAAAAko/F23H10PUysc/s1600-h/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wXAQzoozI/AAAAAAAAAko/F23H10PUysc/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736944353583922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wW_wDf3cI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ed5twu2xWqU/s1600-h/DSC_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wW_wDf3cI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ed5twu2xWqU/s320/DSC_0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736935561747906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wW_i9w7CI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3pw9HTw1o7M/s1600-h/DSC_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wW_i9w7CI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3pw9HTw1o7M/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736932048038946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4153415405887147476?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4153415405887147476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4153415405887147476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4153415405887147476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4153415405887147476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more-monkeys.html' title='No More Monkeys....'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0wXAQzoozI/AAAAAAAAAko/F23H10PUysc/s72-c/DSC_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4194035946504739034</id><published>2010-01-08T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:24:31.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOW US HOW YOU LIVE - New Years Resolutions/Goals</title><content type='html'>I decided I would try and start doing the Show Us How You Live on Fridays started by Kelly from Kelly's Korner. Love reading her blog. This week is New Year's Resolutions.  So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;To take time and enjoy every second with my boys&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes I get so caught up on my to do list that I get a little gripy when it doesn't get accomplished. I need to learn to let the kitchen stay a mess, the laundry unfolded, etc. and just focus on more important things. That is so hard for me because I can't stand clutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;To be a better mom/wife.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to be a more loving wife this year. Sometimes I take for granted how much James does for our family. I am so blessed that he makes it a priority for me to stay home. He is the best father and husband that I could ask for.  He loves me in spite of my flaws!  I also want to take more time to enjoy my boys. Once again this kind of refers back to number 1. I need to learn to let the small things go every once in awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;To have a deeper relationship with God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We have definitely not been going to church like we should since Parker's arrival. I guess I could list all of my reasons, but honestly they are just excuses. God has blessed me with so much, and I feel like he tends to get what is left over of me at the end of the day! I really need to work on this. I also want to start doing daily devotionals. James and I used to do a couple's devotional before bed every night. I can so tell the difference in our marriage when we are doing that. We are a lot more patient with one another.  We have started the Love Dare several times and haven't finished it.  That is my goal this year.  I would recommend it for any couple.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;To be more healthy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't just want to say lose weight. I mean eat healthier, exercise, stop worrying as much, etc. I know lots of other moms will say the same thing that once you have babies your body kind of takes the back seat. You are just so busy taking care of your family! I guess that is the way it should be, but you also need to be healthy as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To learn to accept things that I cannot change!&lt;/strong&gt; This is a big one for me. There have been lots of things that have happened in my life or that are happening that I just don't understand! I sometimes question God, and get angry. I am trying to learn that when life gives you lemons make lemonade! I often find myself dwelling on this bible verse: In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. 1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that I stick to my resolutions! Here's to a new year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4194035946504739034?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4194035946504739034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4194035946504739034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4194035946504739034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4194035946504739034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/show-us-how-you-live-new-years.html' title='SHOW US HOW YOU LIVE - New Years Resolutions/Goals'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2488251128926568915</id><published>2010-01-07T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:13:34.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutty Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0axkrqqLEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-hk74PqI81c/s1600-h/DSC_0334_edited-aidan..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0axkrqqLEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-hk74PqI81c/s320/DSC_0334_edited-aidan..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424218044969397314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is definitely a nut! That is for sure! He keeps us laughing all the time!  He's great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2488251128926568915?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2488251128926568915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2488251128926568915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2488251128926568915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2488251128926568915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/nutty-professor.html' title='The Nutty Professor'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0axkrqqLEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/-hk74PqI81c/s72-c/DSC_0334_edited-aidan..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-875804592929371711</id><published>2009-12-25T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:28:55.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas '09</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that we had a white Christmas this year. It was beautiful! I'm so excited that Parker's first Christmas was a white one! It was also Aidan's first white Christmas. We had a wonderful Christmas day. We started the day by waking up at 11:30. Yes, I said 11:30. I'm sure I won't have to many more Christmas mornings like that. We are so glad the boys slept that late because James and I were up until 4:00 putting together Aidan's train table. We were exhausted to say the least, but seeing his face on Christmas morning made it totally worth it. After we all got around we went to James' family for Christmas dinner. It was so yum, and my favorite thing was a fruit salad that my mother-in-law made. It was so delicious! I ate entirely too much! After we left we went down the road to my sister's house and ate some more. We had a great time visiting. We are so blessed to have such great families, and so many people that love our boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOI92XkMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/opW7BGQpGUk/s1600-h/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOI92XkMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/opW7BGQpGUk/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423756873441972418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOIn1iCEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pxTN2aqFd18/s1600-h/DSC_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOIn1iCEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pxTN2aqFd18/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423756867532884034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOIDhLrdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/H3t687UBSbM/s1600-h/DSC_0400_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOIDhLrdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/H3t687UBSbM/s320/DSC_0400_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423756857783856594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOH-ZYI7I/AAAAAAAAAjo/9qQy90ygo4w/s1600-h/DSC_0406_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOH-ZYI7I/AAAAAAAAAjo/9qQy90ygo4w/s320/DSC_0406_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423756856408941490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOHYFUcAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pAcZKfewr88/s1600-h/DSC_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOHYFUcAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/pAcZKfewr88/s320/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423756846124265474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-875804592929371711?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/875804592929371711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=875804592929371711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/875804592929371711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/875804592929371711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-09.html' title='Christmas &apos;09'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/S0UOI92XkMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/opW7BGQpGUk/s72-c/DSC_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-317330831031319292</id><published>2009-12-24T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:11:51.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse! Tonight we went to my parent's house for Christmas Eve. It was such a beautiful night. The snow was coming down, and it was great to be surrounded by my family. After we ate we decided we would watch our all time favorite Christmas movie, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Oh I can't tell you how much I love that movie, and the joy it brings to my heart to watch my dad laugh while we watch it. I think we have the whole thing memorized, and we quote it all year long. It was just a wonderful night, and I feel so blessed to have such an awesome family! Here are a few pictures of the boys at my parents house, and before bed in their Christmas pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRygqh2PyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MToRBHExXC0/s1600-h/DSC_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRygqh2PyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MToRBHExXC0/s320/DSC_0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419082157131185954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Misty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRygJzw5mI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8wd6B6wYQfg/s1600-h/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRygJzw5mI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8wd6B6wYQfg/s320/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419082148347962978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Parker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRyf3JnB8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/idnM-aR8z3U/s1600-h/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRyf3JnB8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/idnM-aR8z3U/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419082143339317186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Margie loving on Parker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRyfX356zI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WrG98s9-Pi0/s1600-h/DSC_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRyfX356zI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WrG98s9-Pi0/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419082134943558450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking he's not supposed to have that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRyg4MPvFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aPPc3HbqbA4/s1600-h/DSC_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRyg4MPvFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aPPc3HbqbA4/s320/DSC_0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419082160798678098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and Parker in their cute Christmas pajamas from Grandma Rosa.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-317330831031319292?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/317330831031319292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=317330831031319292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/317330831031319292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/317330831031319292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzRygqh2PyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MToRBHExXC0/s72-c/DSC_0356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-5984217655308544473</id><published>2009-12-23T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:54:11.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Winter's Nap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzMP43tf77I/AAAAAAAAAiw/iFHoZ9v9vyU/s1600-h/DSC_0313_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzMP43tf77I/AAAAAAAAAiw/iFHoZ9v9vyU/s320/DSC_0313_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418692246358716338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really get much sweeter than that?  What a blessing he is to my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5984217655308544473?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5984217655308544473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5984217655308544473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5984217655308544473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5984217655308544473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-winters-nap.html' title='Long Winter&apos;s Nap...'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SzMP43tf77I/AAAAAAAAAiw/iFHoZ9v9vyU/s72-c/DSC_0313_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7763721210127703085</id><published>2009-12-16T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:55:44.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Noblitts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq-TiXRuI/AAAAAAAAAio/W8GUtS-8nDM/s1600-h/Top-19_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq-TiXRuI/AAAAAAAAAio/W8GUtS-8nDM/s320/Top-19_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416048014262748898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq-L4Vh8I/AAAAAAAAAig/4tjR3syr0Po/s1600-h/Top-17_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq-L4Vh8I/AAAAAAAAAig/4tjR3syr0Po/s320/Top-17_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416048012207425474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq98qmnBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_J9C-FYO38I/s1600-h/Top-16_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq98qmnBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_J9C-FYO38I/s320/Top-16_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416048008123292690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq9nCecCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fS02EzZsZ4k/s1600-h/Top-15_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq9nCecCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fS02EzZsZ4k/s320/Top-15_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416048002317840418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq9CXmTvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/lDXCvaZ3Hr0/s1600-h/Top-14_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq9CXmTvI/AAAAAAAAAiI/lDXCvaZ3Hr0/s320/Top-14_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416047992474324722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7763721210127703085?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7763721210127703085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7763721210127703085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7763721210127703085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7763721210127703085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Symq-TiXRuI/AAAAAAAAAio/W8GUtS-8nDM/s72-c/Top-19_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-548049859259662178</id><published>2009-12-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:16:38.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8GdzxgI/AAAAAAAAAho/rJd3M74GYbc/s1600-h/DSC_0283_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8GdzxgI/AAAAAAAAAho/rJd3M74GYbc/s320/DSC_0283_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013891533784578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual OPAT pajama party on Tuesday night. We had different crafts for the kids to make. They made reindeer food, Christmas trees, and reindeer headbands. They all turned out so cute! I just love the headbands, but Aidan wasn't too fond of them. I basically had to force him to wear it so I could get a few pictures. Isn't that what moms are supposed to do??? Aidan had such a fun time! He played and ran so hard that when we got into the car he crashed! Parker pretty much slept the whole time. Seems to be his favorite past time. It was a great party, and I love what I do! I am truly blessed to have such a fun, family oriented job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL9c3wABI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6CtcifxJ0pU/s1600-h/DSC_0312_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL9c3wABI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6CtcifxJ0pU/s320/DSC_0312_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013914728038418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8zQ-rdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XGbgkBVAtew/s1600-h/DSC_0306_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8zQ-rdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XGbgkBVAtew/s320/DSC_0306_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013903559568850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8Y-dWyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/C47r1ADpDdA/s1600-h/DSC_0303_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8Y-dWyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/C47r1ADpDdA/s320/DSC_0303_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013896502565666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL7tHy_gI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1YJFsAnSLDw/s1600-h/DSC_0262_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL7tHy_gI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1YJFsAnSLDw/s320/DSC_0262_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013884730572290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-548049859259662178?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/548049859259662178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=548049859259662178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/548049859259662178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/548049859259662178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/pajama-party.html' title='Pajama Party'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SymL8GdzxgI/AAAAAAAAAho/rJd3M74GYbc/s72-c/DSC_0283_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8358805162676386455</id><published>2009-12-16T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:06:47.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Month Checkup</title><content type='html'>So we went for Parker's two month visit and he is doing wonderful!  He is growing like a weed, literally!  He weighs 15.7 pounds and is almost 24 inches long.  That is above 95% in weight and 75% in height.  He's a big boy, and a great eater.  Dr. Cole said he was doing great, and to keep doing what we are doing!  He also rolled over for the first time from his tummy to his back at the doctor's office.  I think he was showing out because he hasn't done it since.  After the checkup he had to get shots, and that was terrible!  I hate holding his arms when they do that.  It just makes me feel awful!  I know I am doing what is best for him, but it is still hard!  We are very thankful that he is doing so well, and go back in two months for his 4 month visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8358805162676386455?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8358805162676386455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8358805162676386455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8358805162676386455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8358805162676386455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-month-checkup.html' title='2 Month Checkup'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8013001862690290356</id><published>2009-12-05T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:28:46.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGEEH1iHAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0ShgqGRLl4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0246_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGEEH1iHAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0ShgqGRLl4Y/s320/DSC_0246_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413753433433971714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Aidan to see Curious George Live on Friday night. I have to say he had a great time, but couldn't make it through the whole show! Afterwards, we went to eat at Zio's and he ate so much. It was nice getting to spend some time with just him. I know that is so important because I think sometimes he feels a little jealous. Mr. Parker stayed with my sister Sandra. They had a great time with him. I'm pretty sure his back didn't touch anything besides someones arm most of the time we were gone. They kind of like him. My sister said he smiled and cooed all night long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGDasfoToI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Cjs5THsyzkY/s1600-h/DSC_0251_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGDasfoToI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Cjs5THsyzkY/s320/DSC_0251_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413752721719709314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGDHRcbW3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/3DHY1Bdih70/s1600-h/DSC_0242_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGDHRcbW3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/3DHY1Bdih70/s320/DSC_0242_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413752388041005938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8013001862690290356?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8013001862690290356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8013001862690290356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8013001862690290356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8013001862690290356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/curious-george-live.html' title='Curious George Live!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SyGEEH1iHAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0ShgqGRLl4Y/s72-c/DSC_0246_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6742458950190662115</id><published>2009-12-02T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:17:49.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcACBJkUWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bOUPWz-9u8E/s1600-h/DSC_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcACBJkUWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bOUPWz-9u8E/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410793511977242978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker, I can't believe I'm writing this post. Where has my little baby gone! You are two months old, and are the sweetest little guy! I wish I could stop time, and keep you this age forever! Too bad it doesn't work like that. We went to eat the other night and the waiter asked me if I had a 4 monther. I laughed and said try 7 weeks. You are such a big boy! What a blessing you are and we can't wait to watch you continue to grow and develop. Some of the things you are doing these days are:&lt;br /&gt;1. You are smiling a lot, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;2. You will "talk" to us when we talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. We go to the Dr on Monday so not quite sure of your weight and height! &lt;br /&gt;4. You have the funniest cry when you want to be held. It is so pitiful and cute!&lt;br /&gt;5. You can hold your head pretty steady. &lt;br /&gt;6. You can track things.&lt;br /&gt;7. You know my voice. If I start to talk to you and don't pick you up I am in big trouble. You will usually immediately start your "hold me" cry.&lt;br /&gt;8. You loved to be rocked and sung too. At night I will usually rock you and sing to you until you fall to sleep. It has become my favorite time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;9. You laugh in your sleep. &lt;br /&gt;10. Your belly is so much better, any we are all happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;11. You are still eating every 3 hours, but there is one time during the night where you will usually stretch it to 5 hours. That makes me a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;12. You have also started drooling a ton. I hope this doesn't mean you are trying to cut teeth. Surely not! &lt;br /&gt;13. You lift your head up when we are having "tummy time."  Not you most favorite time of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best baby, and we love you to pieces. I thank God every day for you and your brother. You both have made my world a better place. I can't imagine life without you. Your daddy and I always laugh and joke about before we had you and Aidan. Our life was so boring. I love you little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcAC23ZaAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qsOIjLOziDc/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcAC23ZaAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qsOIjLOziDc/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410793526396545026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcACrTqg9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/VTCTIU_KpW8/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcACrTqg9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/VTCTIU_KpW8/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410793523293881298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcABY7vPlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PaD1jmOQgOg/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcABY7vPlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PaD1jmOQgOg/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410793501181820498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6742458950190662115?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6742458950190662115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6742458950190662115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6742458950190662115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6742458950190662115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-months.html' title='2 Months'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxcACBJkUWI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bOUPWz-9u8E/s72-c/DSC_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-579496187373459325</id><published>2009-11-29T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:38:22.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Party...</title><content type='html'>and I'll cry if I want to. That pretty much sums up part of our day today! Aidan was mad because my parents left, and Parker was crying just because! So what did I do, break out the camera! I never want to miss an opportunity for a good picture! I just know that they will love seeing this in a few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnC2rvY1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TI5Z_SNxa_I/s1600/DSC_0175+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnC2rvY1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TI5Z_SNxa_I/s320/DSC_0175+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780876138472274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking by the look on his face he's not "digging" us too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnCqCAKDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C-X74ZGGaD0/s1600/DSC_0173_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnCqCAKDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/C-X74ZGGaD0/s320/DSC_0173_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780872742185010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, still not "digging" us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnCCbFdhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aKkMj_ZRFJM/s1600/DSC_0161_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnCCbFdhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aKkMj_ZRFJM/s320/DSC_0161_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780862109971986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby!  All he wanted was for his papa and grandma to stay.  In their defense they asked him to go, but he didn't want to.  He wanted the best of both worlds- grandparents and parents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnB2ADJOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0Fv0yq4E0NE/s1600/DSC_0160+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnB2ADJOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0Fv0yq4E0NE/s320/DSC_0160+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409780858775348450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I'll just pick my nose."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-579496187373459325?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/579496187373459325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=579496187373459325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/579496187373459325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/579496187373459325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-my-party.html' title='It&apos;s My Party...'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SxNnC2rvY1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TI5Z_SNxa_I/s72-c/DSC_0175+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6968963980920871663</id><published>2009-11-27T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:07:06.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving this year.  We started out at James' family and then went to mine.  The food was great, and we both ate way too much!  I don't think we ate as much as usual because we were busy chasing and taking care of our boys.  After we left my parents we went home and Aidan and James took a nap.  Parker and I just hung out and when he took a nap I had some quiet time!  It was really nice.  I got a load of laundry done, and just piddled around!  When the boys woke up we went back over to my parents for leftovers.  I can honestly say I really don't want anymore turkey for a long time!  It's funny how you wait all year for Thanksgiving dinner and you eat so much that you don't want it again for a year!  We always do casseroles for Christmas Eve, and my mom fixes baked potato soup and sandwiches for Christmas day.  It is so yummy and a nice change from the "traditional" meal.  I walked off this year and forgot my camera, and my phone went dead so I couldn't use the camera on it.  So no pictures!  I hate that because it was Parker's first Thanksgiving.  At least we didn't forget the boys! :)  Anyway, we had a wonderful Thanksgiving and have much to be thankful for!  We are truly blessed, and it was so nice to have Parker with us this year.  He is the best little guy, and a wonderful addition to our family.  I just love him so much!  James and I are so thankful to have two sweet little boys!  God is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6968963980920871663?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6968963980920871663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6968963980920871663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6968963980920871663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6968963980920871663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8812902389592076464</id><published>2009-11-21T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:17:41.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>Top Ten Reasons You Know You're Sleep Deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You walk around all day with breast milk caked to your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your friend comes over and comments on Aidan's diaper and how it is sagging to the floor. *Please don't turn me into DHS. I really am a good mom. I think!&lt;br /&gt;8. Your husband refers to going to bed as taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;7. You carry the huge stuffed lion out of your son's bedroom and try to take it to bed with you.&lt;br /&gt;6. You wake up to find a partially eaten doughnut on your nightstand, and wonder how in the world it got there.&lt;br /&gt;5. You and your husband have an argument at 3 am and the next morning you remember you were fighting, but have no idea why!&lt;br /&gt;4. You go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for your child, and when they ask for his birth date you have to stop and think about it. Give me a break. It was Parker. He hasn't been alive that long!&lt;br /&gt;3. You are telling a story to a group of people and stop mid sentence and have no idea what you were going to say next. Talk about embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;2. You walk into a room and just stand in there wondering why did I come in here. I know there was a reason, but can't remember what it was!&lt;br /&gt;and the number 1 reason you know you're sleep deprived...&lt;br /&gt;1. You take a bag of breast milk out of the fridge and start filling your two year old son's sippy cup up with it instead of regular milk! Pretty sure he would have known the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote this post about 3 weeks ago, and am just now finishing it.  I am happy to report that Mr. Parker is now only waking up twice in the middle of the night to eat.  Such a good little boy!  He is the best baby!  Praise the Lord for acid reflux medicine, and a doctor who is so good to listen to us and always do what is best for my babies.  It has made a world of difference for him!  It was terrible seeing him in so much pain!  We are all getting more sleep now!  Well, except for James.  He can't sleep real well because his shoulder hurts, but he is on the mend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8812902389592076464?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8812902389592076464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8812902389592076464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8812902389592076464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8812902389592076464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2752615818061187391</id><published>2009-11-15T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:26:05.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George and His Banana</title><content type='html'>This Halloween I decided that it would be cute for Aidan to be Curious George, and Parker could be his little banana. Well part of my plan worked. Parker loved being a banana, but Aidan wasn't too fond of wearing his George costume. He loves George, but did not like wearing his costume at all. So I was a little disappointed with the pictures of Halloween this year, but I got a few! We did have a very fun Halloween. First, we went to trunk or treat at the church, and then went to a friend's house for a party and more trick or treating. Great food, great fellowship, and Aidan had a great time. What more can you ask for?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCuoEjCNUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/epmzkSj5Ll8/s1600/DSC_0085_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCuoEjCNUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/epmzkSj5Ll8/s320/DSC_0085_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404511556283282754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture I got with his hood up! Isn't he a cute George?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCunc8W22I/AAAAAAAAAeA/XS7g9vvolwg/s1600/DSC_0075_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCunc8W22I/AAAAAAAAAeA/XS7g9vvolwg/s320/DSC_0075_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404511545652075362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little banana! I could just bite those fat little cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwC19Vb0r7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/T_aCZUBtzyg/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwC19Vb0r7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/T_aCZUBtzyg/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404519618175086514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Margie and her little banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwC19MzGuoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tXnXbS8wd24/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwC19MzGuoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tXnXbS8wd24/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404519615856818818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker was really into trick or treating this year. Can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyOHogmtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/pbrYL8MjpGc/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyOHogmtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/pbrYL8MjpGc/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515508481465042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan trick or treating at sweet Mary Burton's trunk! I love that lady! She was like my grandma growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyNtc3mGI/AAAAAAAAAew/VPd3vsOUB44/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyNtc3mGI/AAAAAAAAAew/VPd3vsOUB44/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515501453318242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sandra and Aidan trick or treating. Poor Aunt Sandra had to carry Aidan most of the way because I was still unable to lift him, and James was with Parker. She didn't complain at all, but just informed me next year to bring my wagon. Ha! She is the best aunt ever, and I truly mean that. She loves my boys so much! Thank you, Aunt Sandra for everything you do for our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyNVPPJsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/t-1uLF_wy6s/s1600/DSC_0083_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyNVPPJsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/t-1uLF_wy6s/s320/DSC_0083_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515494953690818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of Aidan's costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyNUbvptI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mLq1VAA3wIE/s1600/DSC_0072_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCyNUbvptI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mLq1VAA3wIE/s320/DSC_0072_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515494737716946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and his boys! I'm pretty sure that Parker has already stolen his papa's heart just like his big brother!  I'm so glad they have such a great Papa!  We only wish James' dad was here to share these special moments with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCuoe0-MjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZTtF_3DnqTs/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCuoe0-MjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZTtF_3DnqTs/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404511563337839154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan loved this toy! It kept him entertained most of the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2752615818061187391?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2752615818061187391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2752615818061187391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2752615818061187391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2752615818061187391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/curious-george-and-his-banana.html' title='Curious George and His Banana'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SwCuoEjCNUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/epmzkSj5Ll8/s72-c/DSC_0085_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2839836170197549749</id><published>2009-11-04T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:47:58.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SvJH967asiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mIAH1g5zjco/s1600-h/DSC_0087_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SvJH967asiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mIAH1g5zjco/s320/DSC_0087_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400458032286708258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two little blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just start by saying this has been a very tough week. James was in a car accident on Tuesday and broke his shoulder. So on Wednesday I had a little pity party for myself. Parker had kept me up until 4:00 am, and James is usually always so good to help me, but now he can't because he is in a lot of pain. I was completely exhausted and during James' doctor's appointment Parker went crazy. He had a colic attack and decided he would let the whole office know about it. It's funny how things hit you at the most inopportune times. Thinking back on it I was really stressed because I couldn't get him to stop, and I was very tired. I also hate it when he hurts and there is nothing that I can do to calm him! Tears started rolling down my face, and then it was like somebody slapped me in the face and said, "Kristie, you are so blessed to have this baby that is crying your arms right now." While I was walking Parker and kissing his sweet little head, and waiting on James I started thinking about all of my blessings. It started putting things into perspective for me real quick. I have a wonderful husband, two healthy and beautiful babies, wonderful parents and family, church family, a God who forgives me and loves me know matter how many times I fail him, a home, a wonderful job that allows me to take my children to work with me, I honestly could go on and on! So by the time we left they were no longer tears of sadness, but tears of joy! It doesn't matter how rough life gets we are so extremely blessed! I think from now on when I get upset or run down I will just stop and count my blessings! I honestly thing you can find good in every situation if you just look hard enough! We truly have so many reasons to be thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2839836170197549749?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2839836170197549749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2839836170197549749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2839836170197549749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2839836170197549749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SvJH967asiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mIAH1g5zjco/s72-c/DSC_0087_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-5523083948610808484</id><published>2009-10-27T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:24:33.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SufclueEWrI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/I7uvsg4hUco/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SufclueEWrI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/I7uvsg4hUco/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525219114244786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker you are one month old today! You have blessed our lives more than you will ever know! Some of the things you are doing these days are:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleeping for 3 hours at a time- most nights.&lt;br /&gt;2. you can lift your head up while on your tummy and look around.&lt;br /&gt;3. you have 3 very distinct cries- hungry, colic, and I want my mommy&lt;br /&gt;4. you are experiencing some tummy troubles :(&lt;br /&gt;5. you smile sometimes, but I think it might still be just gas.&lt;br /&gt;6. you are a lot more alert, and are starting to stay awake for longer periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;7. you cooed at me for the first time the other night, melted my heart!&lt;br /&gt;8. you weighed 11 pounds 4 days ago, but I'm sure that you weigh more now. You kind of have your mom's appetite! You are also 22 inches long. &lt;br /&gt;9. as you can see from the pictures, you have two clogged tear ducts we think. We are constantly wiping your eyes out. You are already beating your brother at something. He only had one that was clogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more, but I will have to think and add to my list. Happy 1 month birthday little man. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sufcl1wENBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mneOXhVZHSg/s1600-h/DSC_0058_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sufcl1wENBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mneOXhVZHSg/s320/DSC_0058_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525221068780562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SufcmkA6SaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UO1aspbe61I/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SufcmkA6SaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UO1aspbe61I/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525233487464866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5523083948610808484?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5523083948610808484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5523083948610808484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5523083948610808484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5523083948610808484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-month-birthday.html' title='1 Month Birthday'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SufclueEWrI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/I7uvsg4hUco/s72-c/DSC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2147199003748565688</id><published>2009-10-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:59:21.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy Doritos</title><content type='html'>My family was having a healthy snack today of Cool Ranch Doritos. I know, probably not the most nutritionally sound snack, but these days at our house it's all about survival. Healthy is not really in my thoughts right now. So back to the story. If I'm rambling it's probably because I've only had about 5 hours sleep, and I require 8 or 9. I reach in the sack and pull out a Dorito shove it in my mouth to find that it is a little soggy and wet. It then dawned on me that my lovely son had been sucking the seasoning off and sticking them back in the bag. Something we have all wanted to do from time to time, but have the self control not to. Well a two year old just doesn't care, and it is all about the taste. &lt;br /&gt;Moral to this story: Don't eat Doritos if you come to our house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2147199003748565688?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2147199003748565688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2147199003748565688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2147199003748565688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2147199003748565688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/soggy-doritos.html' title='Soggy Doritos'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7601519310416194048</id><published>2009-10-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:27:17.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breastfeeding 101</title><content type='html'>Today I look over at Aidan and he has my breast pump out trying to get it under his shirt to pump. I guess maybe he has seen too much! I really never think about it because I just feel like it's a natural part of life. I hate to break it to him that no matter how hard he tries he will never get any milk to come out. James and I just died laughing because he was so serious, and it was just funny! Let's just say he's very curious these days. Maybe I should start being a little more discreet. Hopefully he doesn't go to bible class and teach all the kids how to nurse or pump. Oh well, he will make someone an excellent husband someday! He is becoming quite the expert on breastfeeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7601519310416194048?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7601519310416194048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7601519310416194048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7601519310416194048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7601519310416194048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-look-over-at-aidan-and-he-has.html' title='Breastfeeding 101'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-5344489281558739237</id><published>2009-10-10T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:22:50.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>Aidan is enjoying being a big brother. He is very protective over Parker. My friend Jana came over to visit us and acted like she was going to leave with Parker. Aidan didn't like it one little bit! He is adjusting okay. I know it will take some time, but I think he's doing pretty well considering. They are so cute together, and we feel so blessed that Aidan has a brother! I'm not going to lie we have our rough patches during the day, but it is definitely worth it! There is nothing like Aidan upset because we're not paying enough attention to him, and Parker screaming because he wants to nurse!  I mean really does it get any better! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHxvrYJzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/C8ZWrjDFfxE/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1119_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHxvrYJzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/C8ZWrjDFfxE/s320/2009+10+08_1119_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391098780132583218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHxCWbdnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eNiHr095gYc/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHxCWbdnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/eNiHr095gYc/s320/2009+10+08_1118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391098767965124210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHwedD2hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4RPPOF_E5NM/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHwedD2hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4RPPOF_E5NM/s320/2009+10+08_1117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391098758329260562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5344489281558739237?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5344489281558739237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5344489281558739237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5344489281558739237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5344489281558739237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/StEHxvrYJzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/C8ZWrjDFfxE/s72-c/2009+10+08_1119_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3955376580420099885</id><published>2009-10-05T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:51:09.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To the World, Parker!</title><content type='html'>Parker Lee Noblitt made his grand entrance into the world on Sept. 28th at 12:51 pm. We are so excited and feel so blessed to have two healthy boys. Everything went great, and we are settling in at home. Thanks for all of your prayers and concern during this exciting time in our lives. We look forward to many fun years ahead with Aidan and Parker!  Welcome to our family little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cJL4SFSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/F9998JE3qHY/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cJL4SFSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/F9998JE3qHY/s320/2009+10+08_1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347116886496546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cK0bPugI/AAAAAAAAAco/jJWUvY2PYUk/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cK0bPugI/AAAAAAAAAco/jJWUvY2PYUk/s320/2009+10+08_1295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347144950430210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Parker, and baby Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cKZLaiLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dFMkblQX_vg/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cKZLaiLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dFMkblQX_vg/s320/2009+10+08_1292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347137636272306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cJ9aA7HI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eksCjRNCWhk/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cJ9aA7HI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eksCjRNCWhk/s320/2009+10+08_1219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347130181315698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cole and Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cLmwUKfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fQN5DgGHgo0/s1600-h/2009+10+08_1297_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cLmwUKfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fQN5DgGHgo0/s320/2009+10+08_1297_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347158460574194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and Aunt Sandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3955376580420099885?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3955376580420099885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3955376580420099885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3955376580420099885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3955376580420099885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-world-parker.html' title='Welcome To the World, Parker!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Ss5cJL4SFSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/F9998JE3qHY/s72-c/2009+10+08_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3198605345841731181</id><published>2009-09-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:21:08.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Checkup</title><content type='html'>I had my final checkup on Thursday. It was a little scary to know that in less than a week I was going to have a new baby, but also very exciting as well. Parker's heart rate was 140 bpm and I measured 39 weeks. We are so thankful that I have had such a wonderful pregnancy! God truly has blessed us! James and I are praying for a healthy delivery, and a healthy baby boy! We can't wait to meet you Parker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this child I prayed; and the LORD hath given me my petition which I asked of him&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 1:27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3198605345841731181?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3198605345841731181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3198605345841731181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3198605345841731181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3198605345841731181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-checkup.html' title='Final Checkup'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3510131336293853312</id><published>2009-09-19T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:19:12.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Weeks</title><content type='html'>On Thursday I had my 38 week check up, and I also took Aidan with me because he was running a fever and not feeling well.  Parker and I are doing fine.  His heart rate was 124 bpm and I measured 37 weeks.  Which is much better than 42 the previous week.  It must have been the way he was laying last week.  I also lost 2 pounds.  I was excited about that!  Aidan on the other hand has the flu.  He is already back to normal and James and I are praying that we stay well.  They put me on Tamiflu as a preventive.  I took it one day and it made me feel a little strange so they told me not to take it unless I started showing symptoms.  So hopefully we will stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3510131336293853312?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3510131336293853312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3510131336293853312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3510131336293853312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3510131336293853312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1310533859857620526</id><published>2009-09-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:43:59.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks</title><content type='html'>My 37 week check up was on Friday, and I can honestly say I'm so tired of going to the doctor every week. We love our doctor, but honestly who wants to go to the doctor all of the time. Not me! I measured 42 weeks, and I'm only 37. When the nurse said 42 cm, I asked her what that converted to in weeks. When she said 42, I about fell off of the table! I measured 37 weeks just a week ago. I guess that explains the 5 pound weight gain in one week. I think he's going to be a big baby. I thought that about Aidan to, but he only weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz. Parker's heart rate was 160 bpm, and everything else is going good. Two weeks from today Parker will be here. We are so excited. We just have a few things left to finish up. I asked James the other night if he could believe we were getting ready to be the parents of two little boys. It is still hard for me to believe sometimes. We have truly been blessed. There was a time when I didn't think I would ever have a baby, and now I'm going to have two beautiful baby boys! God is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1310533859857620526?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1310533859857620526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1310533859857620526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1310533859857620526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1310533859857620526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/37-weeks.html' title='37 weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-5156199487170054590</id><published>2009-09-09T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:51:59.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Aidan=</title><content type='html'>up to no good! Let me start by saying I was feeling pretty good about myself today. Aidan and I were both dressed, bathed, and ready to head out the door 45 minutes early. Yes, I said early.  If you know my family at all you know we are never early for anything!  When you are 8 months pregnant, exhausted, and can't breathe that is a huge accomplishment! Laugh if you want, but I was actually thinking to myself I think I'm going to be able to handle two babies. That's when the chaos began. Note to self: always expect the unexpected. When I was brushing my teeth, the last thing on my "to do" list before we left it got really quiet. I started yelling Aidan's name and he wouldn't answer me so I knew that he was up to something. After the third time I said his name I see him running out of Parker's room with a bottle of baby powder giggling and pouring it out as he ran. The more I told him to stop the more he shook it out. He was covered in it and so was my hallway and bedroom. So what do I do laugh, and take a picture! What a great mom! I should have disciplined him I guess, but sometimes you can choose to laugh or cry. Today I chose to laugh. He is just so ornery, and sneaky! Aidan is definitely his daddy made over when it comes to his personality! I'm hoping Parker is a little more subdued like me, but won't it make for interesting days at my house if he isn't. I'm thinking I like interesting!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-7Qk5zTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AvQ9um6TSI4/s1600-h/DSC_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-7Qk5zTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AvQ9um6TSI4/s320/DSC_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379618942677011762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-66eUXMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NOGjHzogadM/s1600-h/DSC_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-66eUXMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NOGjHzogadM/s320/DSC_0551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379618936743812290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-6IsJmCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/W6ssN1TT1VA/s1600-h/DSC_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-6IsJmCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/W6ssN1TT1VA/s320/DSC_0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379618923380054050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5156199487170054590?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5156199487170054590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5156199487170054590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5156199487170054590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5156199487170054590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/quiet-aidan.html' title='Quiet Aidan='/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sqg-7Qk5zTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AvQ9um6TSI4/s72-c/DSC_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2361160859276146212</id><published>2009-09-04T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:26:23.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm almost considered full term. We are so thankful, and feel so blessed to have had such a healthy pregnancy.  My 36 week check up was great. I measured 37 weeks, and Parker's heart rate was 140 bmp.  Oh, and did I mention that I gained 3 pounds in 2 weeks. How does that happen? I promise I don't eat that much. Maybe Parker hit a growth spurt. That sounds good to me! Oh well, it hopefully will come off fast when I breast feed. I lost all of my baby weight with Aidan in 3 months due to breast feeding. It's the best diet I've ever been on. You eat pretty much normal and lose tons, and tons of weight. Plus, it's great for your baby! In 24 days we get to meet Parker. I guess I better get busy, and quit blogging. If I could just get up off of the couch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2361160859276146212?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2361160859276146212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2361160859276146212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2361160859276146212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2361160859276146212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/36-weeks.html' title='36 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8823634991454460118</id><published>2009-09-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:38:31.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That</title><content type='html'>If you know my child at all you know that his favorite thing to say is "what's that."  Tonight I was sitting at the dining room table working on school stuff, and I kept hearing him say "what's that, and shoo."  Then, I smelled something terrible, and found him standing by the back door with his diaper off.  There were little poop pebbles all over my rug.  My first instinct was to make sure that he didn't step in them, and then James took him and changed his diaper.  I got the floor clean up job.  I think James got the better end of the deal.  Never a dull moment around here, and just think I'm fixing to have two!  I didn't take any pictures.  I know you're heart broken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8823634991454460118?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8823634991454460118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8823634991454460118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8823634991454460118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8823634991454460118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-that.html' title='What&apos;s That'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-9144478572195445597</id><published>2009-08-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:05:39.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Nesting Begin!</title><content type='html'>So I updated my ticker tonight to correlate with my c-section date.  I can't believe I only have 32 days left.  I'm currently in panic mode, and need to get off of the computer and get busy!  I'm praying that I will get some energy to get everything finished.  Poor James can't do anything else!  I think he wants his wife back instead of a zombie!  Hopefully I will start nesting soon!  I still can't believe I only have 32 days left.  Little Parker will be here soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-9144478572195445597?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9144478572195445597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=9144478572195445597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/9144478572195445597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/9144478572195445597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-nesting-begin.html' title='Let the Nesting Begin!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-65193160568516775</id><published>2009-08-21T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:32:07.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Today was my 34 week visit, and not real eventful. Just the way I like it. Everything was great. My blood pressure was much better today. It's amazing what happens when you learn to relax. Parker's heartbeat was 136 bpm and I measured 34 weeks. The great part about today is that when I got to the doctor James surprised me by being there. I didn't think he was going to be able to come! It took the doctor awhile to come in, so we had the best time just getting to talk. I layed down on the table and almost went to sleep. It was so peaceful and relaxing. If you are wondering what Aidan was doing, we left him with my parents. They offered to watch him so I wouldn't have to corral him the whole time. They have been so great to watch him for us whenever we need them to. I love my mom being retired. Every night when we leave there house she always asks if I need her to watch Aidan while I work. She is so sweet to him, and loves him so much! I can't wait to see how much they are going to spoil Parker. When Dr. Cole came in he apologized for taking so long. We just told him that we were having a great time visiting without having to chase Aidan. Not that we mind chasing Aidan, but it is nice to have a break! He said nothing like a date at the doctor. It's great being married to your best friend. We can make just about anything fun! Only 6 weeks until we meet Parker. Please keep praying for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-65193160568516775?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/65193160568516775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=65193160568516775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/65193160568516775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/65193160568516775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/34-weeks.html' title='34 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3394971101140772401</id><published>2009-08-12T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:49:29.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink, Drink</title><content type='html'>Today Aidan and James were taking a nap in our bedroom, and Aidan woke up before James did!  Let me start by saying that Aidan likes to do this to James often!  He knows he can't with mommy because I'm a very light sleeper.  James on the other hand could sleep through a tornado.  So I had a glass of water on my night stand and Aidan decided that his daddy needed a drink.  James woke up to a glass of water being poured into his mouth, and Aidan saying "drink, drink."  I'm not sure if James thought it was too funny, but everytime I think about I laugh!  He just thought his daddy might be thirsty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3394971101140772401?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3394971101140772401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3394971101140772401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3394971101140772401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3394971101140772401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/drink-drink.html' title='Drink, Drink'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3375842902787613829</id><published>2009-08-07T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:28:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm already 32 weeks pregnant. Time flies! I'm sure James would disagree. He has been so supportive throughout my pregnancy, and taken such great care of Aidan and me. I'm just ready to feel normal again. The really only complaint I have is that it hurts terribly to get in and out of bed. My pelvic bones feel like they are grinding together! Not fun! My dr's appt. went great! I measured 32 weeks and Parker's heart rate was 152 bpm. My blood pressure was a little high when they first checked it, but was fine when by the time I left. I get very anxious at doctor's offices! For my blood pressure to be high is strange because it usually runs fairly low! So there's a prayer request. Pray for me to relax and not get so worked up over things! My c-section is scheduled for September 28th. The doctor asked me if I wanted an October or September baby. Then he laughed and said, "you just want him here." The sooner the better, but not too soon! On another note Aidan got his shots and didn't even cry. He was such a big boy! He is growing up so fast! The other night I had some trash in my hand and he came and got it from me. I was expecting to find it on the floor, but I heard the trash can open and he had thrown it away for me! It made me cry because I thought it was so sweet! Like I've said before it doesn't take a whole lot to make me cry these days! Only 7 weeks left until we meet our little Parker! Please continue praying for us! I'm very anxious. I guess it is because of what I went through with Aidan, and that's just my personality! I just need prayers for peace and comfort!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3375842902787613829?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3375842902787613829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3375842902787613829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3375842902787613829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3375842902787613829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/32-weeks.html' title='32 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3728500722050842957</id><published>2009-07-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:16:22.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Children</title><content type='html'>I received this email today from a friend and just wanted to share! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Price of Children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into $8,896.66 a year, $741.38 a month, or $171.08 a week. That's a mere $24.24 a day! Just over a dollar an hour. Still, you might think the best financial advice is don't have children if you want to be "rich." Actually, it is just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get for your $160,140? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming rights. First, middle, and last! &lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of God every day. &lt;br /&gt;Giggles under the covers every night. &lt;br /&gt;More love than your heart can hold. &lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs. &lt;br /&gt;Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies. &lt;br /&gt;A hand to hold, usually covered with jelly or chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites, building sandcastles, and skipping down the sidewalk in the pouring rain. &lt;br /&gt;Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day. &lt;br /&gt;For $160,140, you never have to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to finger-paint, carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and never stop believing in Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;You have an excuse to keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney movies, and wishing on stars. &lt;br /&gt;You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day. For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck. &lt;br /&gt;You get to be a hero just for retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, taking the training wheels off a bike, removing a splinter, filling a wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless. &lt;br /&gt;You get a front row seat to history to witness the first step, first word, first bra, first date, and first time behind the wheel. &lt;br /&gt;You get to be immortal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match. In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so . . one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost. We all know they grow up too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love and enjoy your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren!  It's the best investment you'll ever make!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SnJSK7y4HTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IsOl_zZCShY/s1600-h/2008+11+30_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SnJSK7y4HTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IsOl_zZCShY/s320/2008+11+30_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364440453954936114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my personal favorites-you get to dress them up for Halloween in the cutest little costumes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3728500722050842957?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3728500722050842957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3728500722050842957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3728500722050842957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3728500722050842957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/price-of-children.html' title='The Price of Children'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SnJSK7y4HTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IsOl_zZCShY/s72-c/2008+11+30_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8031208479370360981</id><published>2009-07-24T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:50:55.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks</title><content type='html'>Today I had my 30 week checkup and Aidan had his 2 year checkup. We have been a little under the weather this past week! We all have summer colds! I was just thinking who gets a cold in the middle of summer! You guessed it, my family! Aidan also has his first ear infection! It wasn't too bad yet, but just starting to look a little red and had some fluid on it! Dr. Cole put him on antibiotics and hopefully he will start feeling better soon! I guess that explains why he was screaming bloody murder at 4:00 in the morning. James and I were panicked because he honestly has only done that about 3 other times in his life! I guess God is preparing us for those late nights we will be having with Parker! I can only hope that Parker is as easy as Aidan was! As for Parker and I Dr. Cole said we are doing great! I am so thankful to have had such a healthy pregnancy so far. I hope that these last few weeks go great as well! I measured 31 weeks and Parker's heart rate was 160bpm. I start going to the doctor every two weeks now! We're getting close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8031208479370360981?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8031208479370360981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8031208479370360981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8031208479370360981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8031208479370360981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-9128838721773432943</id><published>2009-07-14T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:08:38.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractor Party</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we had Aidan's 2nd birthday! We decorated in a tractor, farmish kind of theme! He had such a good time and got so many fun presents. Thanks to everyone who came and celebrated this day with us! Aidan is loved so much, and is so blessed to have so many special people in his life! Here are just a few of the photos from his birthday. I wish I could post them all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jO_FJnwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jDPxrp1VB9g/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jO_FJnwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jDPxrp1VB9g/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358548240743112450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan, Kace, and Ryker.  Aren't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jOr98OxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MgFVkoMhrCY/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jOr98OxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MgFVkoMhrCY/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358548235612601106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids eating.  All of that swimming must have made them hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jOe-JsBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NVu7iwBDsi4/s1600-h/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jOe-JsBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NVu7iwBDsi4/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358548232123822098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan riding his brand new tractor from mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jN9SZQBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/v0ltYQsMc7M/s1600-h/DSC_0250_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jN9SZQBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/v0ltYQsMc7M/s320/DSC_0250_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358548223081922578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is smiling at his Uncle Floyd in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jNHP62BI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Lled_Nwu-Zs/s1600-h/DSC_0243_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jNHP62BI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Lled_Nwu-Zs/s320/DSC_0243_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358548208576026642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday table&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-9128838721773432943?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9128838721773432943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=9128838721773432943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/9128838721773432943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/9128838721773432943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/tractor-party_14.html' title='Tractor Party'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sl1jO_FJnwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jDPxrp1VB9g/s72-c/DSC_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-529358801409957781</id><published>2009-07-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:57:16.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Years and Counting!</title><content type='html'>Today James and I are celebrating 8 years of marriage!  I can't believe that we have been married for so long.  It really seems just like yesterday that we were planning our wedding!  We have made so many great memories together!  I think we would both agree that our best memories lie ahead of us with our boys!  I love you James and can't wait to spend many, many, more years with you and our family!  Thanks for being such a wonderful husband and father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned some pictures of our wedding day.  Their not the best quality but still fun to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdrJHqlsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EoHJTyePTQ8/s1600-h/Top-10_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdrJHqlsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EoHJTyePTQ8/s320/Top-10_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358190283683698370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slwdq7ZRYqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qHFm7JEGl9s/s1600-h/Top-9_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slwdq7ZRYqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qHFm7JEGl9s/s320/Top-9_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358190279999447714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdqkdDtfI/AAAAAAAAAao/6aArPFDcyuQ/s1600-h/Top-8_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdqkdDtfI/AAAAAAAAAao/6aArPFDcyuQ/s320/Top-8_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358190273841313266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdqCIG4RI/AAAAAAAAAag/7oWn_aGm3Eo/s1600-h/Top-12_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdqCIG4RI/AAAAAAAAAag/7oWn_aGm3Eo/s320/Top-12_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358190264626635026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slwdp8IrsrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zwN39htshwI/s1600-h/Top-13_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slwdp8IrsrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zwN39htshwI/s320/Top-13_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358190263018435250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-529358801409957781?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/529358801409957781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=529358801409957781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/529358801409957781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/529358801409957781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-years-and-counting.html' title='8 Years and Counting!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlwdrJHqlsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EoHJTyePTQ8/s72-c/Top-10_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-284902473416241036</id><published>2009-07-12T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:01:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>my life changed forever. I was blessed with a beautiful baby boy! We had prayed for him for so long, and he was finally here! I didn't know being a mom would be so great! Aidan has blessed our lives more than he will ever know! I love you Aidan, and look forward to many more wonderful days with you! You are such a sweet little boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqlCgqMCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/feFJOxs0bNE/s1600-h/100_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqlCgqMCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/feFJOxs0bNE/s320/100_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782260016361506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after delivery! Isn't he a doll! I know I'm bias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqlssWrxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3UoZgOwJgnk/s1600-h/100_0111_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqlssWrxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3UoZgOwJgnk/s320/100_0111_00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782271339704082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we brought him home from the hospital! He had to be completely decked out in all of his OU gear! I'm sure Parker will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqmIDLq3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Uj16nhOE17Y/s1600-h/100_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqmIDLq3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Uj16nhOE17Y/s320/100_2042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782278683208562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will probably never forgive me for making him wear that hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqmffeLmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/TGEApw6DbCk/s1600-h/100_2068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqmffeLmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/TGEApw6DbCk/s320/100_2068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782284975877730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating his first birthday cake! He was a little hesitant at first, but then just dug right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqmgSnxFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EtDdBz2vvUI/s1600-h/DSC_0318_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqmgSnxFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EtDdBz2vvUI/s320/DSC_0318_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782285190415442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving his tractor at his 2nd birthday party! I can't believe my little boy is two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-284902473416241036?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/284902473416241036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=284902473416241036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/284902473416241036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/284902473416241036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-years-ago-today.html' title='Two Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlqqlCgqMCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/feFJOxs0bNE/s72-c/100_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1351518888591539251</id><published>2009-07-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:53:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's 4d U/S</title><content type='html'>We had Parker's 4d u/s done today. It was so great getting to see him. We took Aidan thinking that he might be interested. Wrong! He could have cared less! Parker measured 30 weeks and 1 day. I'm only 28 weeks and 1 day. She also estimated my due date as September 21st. It was originally October 2nd. I guess he'll come when he gets good and ready! The u/s tech did say he weighed around 3lbs and 2 oz. I guess he is going to be a big baby. He looked so sweet, and he already had a little hair! It was so good to see him today, and know that he is doing well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slas4UMU8wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SBehjiNE4Kk/s1600-h/I20090709161941156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slas4UMU8wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SBehjiNE4Kk/s320/I20090709161941156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658890296849154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slas4O8eZzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tNhww4NF990/s1600-h/I20090709161940343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slas4O8eZzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tNhww4NF990/s320/I20090709161940343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658888888182578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1351518888591539251?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1351518888591539251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1351518888591539251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1351518888591539251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1351518888591539251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/parkers-4d-us.html' title='Parker&apos;s 4d U/S'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Slas4UMU8wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SBehjiNE4Kk/s72-c/I20090709161941156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2146747725033864341</id><published>2009-07-06T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:14:40.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>We had a low key fourth this year.  My sister Sandra's family and my mom and dad came over for a great dinner.  I cooked Poppyseed Chicken, and my sister brought fresh sweet corn and grilled potatoes and squash!  Yum!!!  For dessert I made Oreo dirt trifle.  It was delicious, and low fat too!  Ha!  After dinner James and Aidan swam for awhile and then we popped a few fireworks.  Aidan did really well with the fireworks.  He didn't get too scared!  I think next year he will be trying to light them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVthyyA-4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-WmNkWBuuQA/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVthyyA-4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-WmNkWBuuQA/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356307759161736066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture I took on the 4th.  Sad!  I guess we were too busy making sure Aidan didn't run in the street, or get burned.  You know, the important things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2146747725033864341?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2146747725033864341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2146747725033864341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2146747725033864341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2146747725033864341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVthyyA-4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-WmNkWBuuQA/s72-c/DSC_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6962885859104680286</id><published>2009-07-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:01:17.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt Digger</title><content type='html'>On Friday we went to visit my parents at the lake. We had fun just sitting around visiting. While we were visiting Aidan had the best time playing in the dirt and gravel. He was filthy. I think my sister Sandra even said this is probably the dirtiest he has ever been. She was right. We couldn't even take him home until my Dad and James showered him off. He had dirt everywhere. Oh well, he had a good time! He is 100% boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrGjLOUFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DF_1fQQlWBE/s1600-h/DSC_0238_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrGjLOUFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DF_1fQQlWBE/s320/DSC_0238_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305092092776530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrGLYq3kI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BbuTvqxpyYk/s1600-h/DSC_0220_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrGLYq3kI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BbuTvqxpyYk/s320/DSC_0220_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305085706722882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrF92cvHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Dw1Q4Myps98/s1600-h/DSC_0214_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrF92cvHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Dw1Q4Myps98/s320/DSC_0214_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305082073529458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrFMtGlyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/F0qGvD3TNsg/s1600-h/DSC_0207_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrFMtGlyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/F0qGvD3TNsg/s320/DSC_0207_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356305068880992034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6962885859104680286?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6962885859104680286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6962885859104680286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6962885859104680286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6962885859104680286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirt-digger.html' title='Dirt Digger'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SlVrGjLOUFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DF_1fQQlWBE/s72-c/DSC_0238_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7243887373431749814</id><published>2009-06-29T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:45:37.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks</title><content type='html'>Today I had my 26 week check up. I had to do my glucose screening, yuck! While I was waiting in the waiting room, there was an interesting couple to say the least waiting as well. First of all she proceeded to tell her husband that when she had to drink that "stuff" she just downed it and it wasn't bad at all. I think she pretty much just called me a wimp in a round about way! Not that it was really any of her concern! Then she and her husband started having a domestic right in the waiting room. She was saying a few choice words to him in a whispering voice, but lucky me I was close enough that I could hear the whole argument. Needless to say James was a little upset that he had to miss this doctor's visit. I didn't know I was going to get a show today as well. The baby is doing great! His heartbeat was 148 bpm and I measured right where I should be. It won't be too much longer before we meet Parker! I can't wait! I know I say that every time, but I'm getting so excited! I can't wait to hold him and kiss his sweet little head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7243887373431749814?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7243887373431749814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7243887373431749814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7243887373431749814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7243887373431749814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/26-weeks.html' title='26 weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6484608822974968778</id><published>2009-06-26T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:53:45.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Ear and a Bull Rider</title><content type='html'>Monday evening we had to run Aidan up to the Urgent Care office in BA because he had some kind of a bite on the back of his ear. By the time it started looking really red, swollen, and worrisome our doctor's office was closed for the day. So for my peace of mind we ran up there and let them look at it. We were afraid it may have been a brown recluse bite. Thankfully it wasn't!  The doctor wasn't really sure what kind of a bite it was.  FYI- If your child ever has an after hours problem this is a wonderful clinic. It beats the alternative of Muskogee's ER any day! They are very nice and efficient and are open until 8 M-S, and until 6 on Sunday. They gave us a prescription for some great cream for bug bites. By the next morning his ear was almost completely better! After that we ran to eat and to my favorite store Target! I had to post a few pictures of Aidan riding the bull outside the restaurant. He loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkU1ABubXJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/g6qSAwkG1E0/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkU1ABubXJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/g6qSAwkG1E0/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351742006779141266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkU0_345O2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/iNghTQzq0LQ/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkU0_345O2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/iNghTQzq0LQ/s320/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351742004138687330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6484608822974968778?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6484608822974968778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6484608822974968778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6484608822974968778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6484608822974968778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-ear-and-bull-rider.html' title='Red Ear and a Bull Rider'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkU1ABubXJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/g6qSAwkG1E0/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6119709850986089245</id><published>2009-06-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:25:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say Happy Father's Day to my husband and my dad. They are both great fathers, and love Aidan so much. Thanks for being such a great example to Aidan and having a wonderful relationship with him. Aidan couldn't ask for a better Daddy or Papa. We love you both, and are so blessed that you are in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkGa4FfjSmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FEAzi_mJjGo/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkGa4FfjSmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FEAzi_mJjGo/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350728120630725218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James letting Aidan ride Papa's tractor. Every night when Aidan goes to my parents we have to take him to sit on the tractor. It's the law!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkGa35TL0yI/AAAAAAAAAXw/D9F7mOwnQqM/s1600-h/DSC_0428_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkGa35TL0yI/AAAAAAAAAXw/D9F7mOwnQqM/s320/DSC_0428_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350728117357630242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and Aidan looking at the church directory. Aidan loves to look at it, and he will ask my Dad "who's that" to every picture. Being the great Papa he is he answers everytime. My poor Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6119709850986089245?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6119709850986089245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6119709850986089245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6119709850986089245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6119709850986089245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SkGa4FfjSmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FEAzi_mJjGo/s72-c/DSC_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7195938788859305653</id><published>2009-06-14T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:47:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS</title><content type='html'>This is the first year that Aidan was able to participate in VBS at our church. I'm so glad we took him! He had the best time. He walked into his class like a big boy and had so much fun with the other kids. I also helped out with arts and crafts this year, and had a lot of fun! We are so fortunate at our church to have such a wonderful children's program. It makes me so excited to know that Aidan and Parker will be so blessed, and learn so much! There is nothing like a great church family! I think you appreciate them even more once you have children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SjcgiMrDWDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oXWQNsLAfvA/s1600-h/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SjcgiMrDWDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oXWQNsLAfvA/s320/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347778854415194162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan with his art from VBS. He loves to try and take the stickers off of his papers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sjcgh8vIJTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/n0C5MxvmyQY/s1600-h/DSC_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sjcgh8vIJTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/n0C5MxvmyQY/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347778850137318706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After VBS on Friday night I was craving a cookie and Aidan didn't mind to oblige me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7195938788859305653?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7195938788859305653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7195938788859305653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7195938788859305653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7195938788859305653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/vbs.html' title='VBS'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SjcgiMrDWDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oXWQNsLAfvA/s72-c/DSC_0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2981667690956129745</id><published>2009-06-09T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:51:16.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Aunt Sandra and Ashton</title><content type='html'>Today I had two meetings at the school so my sister and niece came over to watch Aidan. Between my meetings we went and ate lunch together at the Courtyard. It was so good! I love it that she is off in the summer so we can spend time together! After lunch we ran to Muskogee together and then I had my second meeting of the day. When I got home Aidan and Ashton were asleep in Aidan's room. They looked so cute. I just couldn't resist taking a picture!  Aidan had a great time today! Thanks Aunt Sandra for watching Aidan today on such short notice, and for loving him so much.   You're the best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7dR5i2JDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kmpyiztU7Cs/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7dR5i2JDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kmpyiztU7Cs/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345453107309847602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2981667690956129745?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2981667690956129745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2981667690956129745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2981667690956129745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2981667690956129745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-aunt-sandra-and-ashton.html' title='A Day with Aunt Sandra and Ashton'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7dR5i2JDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kmpyiztU7Cs/s72-c/DSC_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8673333826592288602</id><published>2009-06-09T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:43:30.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>So last night James moved the crib out of Aidan's room into Parker's and moved Aidan's big boy bed in. He was so excited and wouldn't stop jumping on it. He did pretty good sleeping in it last night. He woke up at about 4:45 and wanted in our bed. That is a big improvement. It is usually around 2:00 that he wants in our bed. I'll take those extra hours without being kicked gladly. Here are just a few pictures of Aidan in his new bed. We also took some pictures of the way his room looked before we started the transformation. I have to tell you that James and I both were a little sad last night because our baby isn't a baby anymore, but he will always be a baby in our eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPzIBUlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_TC7SbpX2xQ/s1600-h/DSC_0412_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPzIBUlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_TC7SbpX2xQ/s320/DSC_0412_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446474157216338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan in his new bed. He already looks sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPuFRf2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/k52oO7lBj-g/s1600-h/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPuFRf2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/k52oO7lBj-g/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446472803516258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's nursery. Now we get to paint his room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPQ5P4PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uhhy7pEyelQ/s1600-h/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPQ5P4PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uhhy7pEyelQ/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446464968450290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursery again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8673333826592288602?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8673333826592288602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8673333826592288602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8673333826592288602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8673333826592288602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Si7XPzIBUlI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_TC7SbpX2xQ/s72-c/DSC_0412_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3824011302308412275</id><published>2009-06-03T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:28:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 weeks</title><content type='html'>I had my latest drs. visit on Monday and everything is going great! The babies heartbeat was 140 bpm and I measured at 24 weeks. Dr. Cole said he would schedule my c-section at my next appointment. He did mention the date of September 25th. I also get to do my glucose screening at my next visit. It's not too much fun drinking that sugary orange drink, but just another perk of being pregnant! Oh and we have decided on a name, Parker Lee Noblitt. We just loved the name Parker and the middle name is after my Dad. Aidan has started hugging my belly if I ask him to love the baby. He also likes to poke it and push it too. I guess because it is getting so big. He just thinks that is too funny! I have to remind him to be easy with Parker. Parker doesn't know what he has to look forward to! We are getting so excited to meet our little guy. Please continue to pray for mine and the babies' health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3824011302308412275?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3824011302308412275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3824011302308412275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3824011302308412275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3824011302308412275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-weeks.html' title='23 weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4518742429931501608</id><published>2009-06-01T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:28:46.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Graduation and a Dance Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>My nephew Brandon graduated last Friday night from MHS. We had a good time and Aidan had a lot of fun playing with his Uncle Micheal and Uncle Floyd. He did do one really ornery, but very funny thing. We were sitting there and I noticed he had reached to pull some random man's ponytail. I guess that long black hair was just to tempting for him. The man didn't notice, but his daughters sitting behind him thought it was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidMkKseaSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iTSwaD-bwik/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidMkKseaSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iTSwaD-bwik/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343323667128281378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidMj1y4T4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wqk6r3oqup8/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidMj1y4T4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/wqk6r3oqup8/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343323661518000002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone a not so nice look!  It was probably me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Ashton's dance recital was also Friday night.  So since we can't be in two places at once we went to part of her rehearsal on Thursday night. She did a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sic188PLe-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/xexZvjlEZwg/s1600-h/DSC_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sic188PLe-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/xexZvjlEZwg/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343298803976600546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she beautiful.  Aidan loves her to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast they both are growing up. I can remember when they were both babies. They have grown into two great people who are a ton of fun to be around. So proud of them both!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4518742429931501608?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4518742429931501608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4518742429931501608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4518742429931501608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4518742429931501608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-and-dance-rehearsal.html' title='A Graduation and a Dance Rehearsal'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidMkKseaSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iTSwaD-bwik/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7597406611086437930</id><published>2009-05-26T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:22:29.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!!!</title><content type='html'>This Memorial day was a little different in that we usually have a big cookout at our house and all of our family comes over, but this year we decided that we would just hang out at home and have a family day. It was great! We did a whole lot of nothing. About 5:00 we decided we would run to the new Target to look for Aidan a bedspread since he is getting ready to be booted out of his crib by Parker. FYI- I love the new Target and it is really nice because you don't have to go into Tulsa to shop! We decided that we would run and eat at the new Charleston's by Bass Pro- very good! While we were eating we noticed Aidan was being really quiet so James looked down and he was stuffing his sandals with his crayons. James started to make him stop and I said why he isn't hurting anything. He was being good and we were able to have a nice conversation. Motherhood has definitely taught me to pick my battles.  Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLJFjHX_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/KVfgJPaySCw/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLJFjHX_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/KVfgJPaySCw/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322102378749938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into Target to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLI4AlOPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DP2x5NpqFdM/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLI4AlOPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DP2x5NpqFdM/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322098744244466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and his tractors.  He is in love with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLInolOJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RDYlXGC6MQk/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLInolOJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RDYlXGC6MQk/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322094348613778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping himself entertained!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7597406611086437930?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7597406611086437930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7597406611086437930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7597406611086437930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7597406611086437930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SidLJFjHX_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/KVfgJPaySCw/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4585073674776602825</id><published>2009-05-26T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:56:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason and Aidan</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I watched Mason for Jill. He and Aidan had a lot of fun playing together, but I think Mason got a little tired of all of Aidan's hugs. They had a good time and it was fun watching them interact together. I wish that Jill lived closer so that they were able to play more. I'm sure they would be BFF's! Maybe someday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNLbPk_nI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g6vdNJDLnDI/s1600-h/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNLbPk_nI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g6vdNJDLnDI/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340298485585739378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and Mason watching Curious George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNLMbp0_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Y20914ZaxKI/s1600-h/DSC_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNLMbp0_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Y20914ZaxKI/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340298481609855986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those safety goggles look a little uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNKwD09wI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WXhnQFTgWAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNKwD09wI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WXhnQFTgWAQ/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340298473993729794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two tool men, Tim and Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyPQyaYbcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/drWvY5ya_MA/s1600-h/DSC_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyPQyaYbcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/drWvY5ya_MA/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340300776727670210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in Aidan's room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4585073674776602825?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4585073674776602825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4585073674776602825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4585073674776602825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4585073674776602825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/mason-and-aidan.html' title='Mason and Aidan'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShyNLbPk_nI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g6vdNJDLnDI/s72-c/DSC_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1855757397014544254</id><published>2009-05-18T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:40:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a rough day at our house! Aidan was definitely in rare form. It was one of those days that makes you stop and question all of you parenting skills. We went to church on Sunday night and he acted great! Then after church we decided we would run and get something to eat. Big mistake!!! When we got to El Charro I could just tell something wasn't right. Aidan dumped his sauce out, threw chips on the floor, hit at us, pushed most of his fries off of his plate in a tantrum, pulled his straw out of his cup just to fling Sprite everywhere, knocked his cup over on purpose, etc. Are you getting the gist of it? I have honestly never seen him act like this and I hope it was just a one time thing. James and I finally just got to go boxes and took our food with us. On the way home James and I started talking about his behavior and questioning our parenting skills. You know the questions like-are we spanking him enough, are we spanking him too much, are we consistent, should we try sending him to time out more. I think we pretty much just over analyzed the situation and finally chalked it up to him just having a bad day! Don't we all have those from time to time. I'm praying that is all it was. Then we started talking about how grateful we are that he is able to be a stinker. There are so many children in this world that are sick and unhealthy so we just tried to find the bright side of his bad day! That night when he went to bed I had to take a picture of him because he looked so sweet and innocent. He really is such a good baby. We are so blessed to have him and will just learn to take the good days with the bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShHHPibP94I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rsg8bfKWD64/s1600-h/DSC_0372_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShHHPibP94I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rsg8bfKWD64/s320/DSC_0372_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337266103163811714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1855757397014544254?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1855757397014544254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1855757397014544254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1855757397014544254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1855757397014544254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/ShHHPibP94I/AAAAAAAAAVM/rsg8bfKWD64/s72-c/DSC_0372_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2975966908366367682</id><published>2009-05-10T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:20:16.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picnic and a Rabbit Chase</title><content type='html'>We had a picnic for Parents as Teachers on Thursday night.  We had so much fun and the kids had a great time playing on the playground.  Right before we got ready to leave a rabbit that the kids had been torturing all night some how got into the gate where we were playing.  James thought he would be real cool and try to catch it.  All I have to stay is the rabbit won.  The pictures say it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY687HiEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yg28rsWoRUU/s1600-h/DSC_0298_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY687HiEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yg28rsWoRUU/s320/DSC_0298_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400422197561410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY6ioOMaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yFqYv1_NuuA/s1600-h/DSC_0296_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY6ioOMaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yFqYv1_NuuA/s320/DSC_0296_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400415138984354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY56mpdKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0xIiv-D19_o/s1600-h/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY56mpdKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0xIiv-D19_o/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400404394964130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY5qtw1TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H9trV0dpdLY/s1600-h/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY5qtw1TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H9trV0dpdLY/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400400129840434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY5R_TvKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wpYkOF63iRw/s1600-h/DSC_0245_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY5R_TvKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wpYkOF63iRw/s320/DSC_0245_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400393492544674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2975966908366367682?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2975966908366367682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2975966908366367682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2975966908366367682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2975966908366367682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-picnic-and-rabbit-chase.html' title='Family Picnic and a Rabbit Chase'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeY687HiEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yg28rsWoRUU/s72-c/DSC_0298_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2250914055344367737</id><published>2009-05-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:38:04.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...</title><content type='html'>boy!!! We are so excited and couldn't be happier. I am so glad that Aidan is going to have a little brother to play and of course fight with. The ultrasound tech said that he looked perfect. James and I are so relieved to know that everything is developing as it should be. My official due date is September 30th. I guess it's time to start getting things ready. We can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6UfrRNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyM1YnjR-Uw/s1600-h/Top-5_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6UfrRNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyM1YnjR-Uw/s320/Top-5_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389416228766930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6E5BZYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/S2XJnr2MhVk/s1600-h/Top-4_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6E5BZYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/S2XJnr2MhVk/s320/Top-4_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389412040107394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6Dzb6XI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fDXfaheR4PE/s1600-h/Top-6_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6Dzb6XI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fDXfaheR4PE/s320/Top-6_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389411748243826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan at 20 weeks.  I think they look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO54LfpTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/z0oHf2SgbDk/s1600-h/Top-3_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO54LfpTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/z0oHf2SgbDk/s320/Top-3_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389408627926322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby #2 at 19 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2250914055344367737?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2250914055344367737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2250914055344367737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2250914055344367737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2250914055344367737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/its.html' title='It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SgeO6UfrRNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyM1YnjR-Uw/s72-c/Top-5_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6891055326779805437</id><published>2009-05-04T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:46:10.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Weeks</title><content type='html'>I had a drs. appointment today and everything is going great.  I measured 19 weeks and the babies heartbeat was 152 bpm.  They scheduled my ultrasound for Thursday so please be praying that everything is healthy with our baby.  We can't wait to see it again.  I am so tempted to find out the sex eventhough I know it would be a great surprise to wait.  I'm not sure what to do.  So maybe by Thursday we will know what color to paint the nursery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6891055326779805437?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6891055326779805437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6891055326779805437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6891055326779805437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6891055326779805437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/18-weeks.html' title='18 Weeks'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4145883612620902222</id><published>2009-05-03T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:03:12.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Army Now...</title><content type='html'>James has this camoflauge hat that someone gave to him and Aidan loves to wear it.  I took some pictures of him in it and just wanted to share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5Mjjj-QkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PsYxet0Gx3o/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5Mjjj-QkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PsYxet0Gx3o/s320/2009+04+25_0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331783182578500162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5MjdqNXMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GgVaJwPodcg/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0921_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5MjdqNXMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GgVaJwPodcg/s320/2009+04+25_0921_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331783180994043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5MjHaB-8I/AAAAAAAAATs/N9fg201lQyU/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0919_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5MjHaB-8I/AAAAAAAAATs/N9fg201lQyU/s320/2009+04+25_0919_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331783175020608450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4145883612620902222?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4145883612620902222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4145883612620902222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4145883612620902222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4145883612620902222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-army-now.html' title='In the Army Now...'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Sf5Mjjj-QkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PsYxet0Gx3o/s72-c/2009+04+25_0916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2025073667606599557</id><published>2009-04-21T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:17:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's Tractor</title><content type='html'>Aidan is in love with his Papa's tractor, and his Papa of course. My Dad let him sit on the little tractor the other day and he absolutely loved it. So we got brave and I put him on the big tractor with my Dad and he wasn't a bit scared. My Dad even took him for a very short ride. Hopefully he will still love tractors this much when he is old enough to mow. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6CjxUNmGI/AAAAAAAAASA/bj4eW3gO000/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6CjxUNmGI/AAAAAAAAASA/bj4eW3gO000/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327338960271022178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6CjyhGqwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/a3j9ChSiF9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6CjyhGqwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/a3j9ChSiF9Q/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327338960593529602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6Cjr-b8sI/AAAAAAAAARw/HXI1LlrPOhY/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6Cjr-b8sI/AAAAAAAAARw/HXI1LlrPOhY/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327338958837510850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2025073667606599557?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2025073667606599557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2025073667606599557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2025073667606599557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2025073667606599557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/papas-tractor.html' title='Papa&apos;s Tractor'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/Se6CjxUNmGI/AAAAAAAAASA/bj4eW3gO000/s72-c/IMG_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3158811331483059171</id><published>2009-04-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:14:48.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's First "Shiner"</title><content type='html'>So Friday night we had played our nightly game of musical beds and Aidan ended up in ours.  Aidan was in between James and I like always, I thought.  All of a sudden I here a big thud and not long after that the screaming began.  I guess he crawled over James and fell off.  We're really not sure what happened.  The next morning he had several bruises on his head and under his eye.  I couldn't pass up taking pictures of his first black eye.  He looked so pitiful.  The good news is that his eye is almost completely back to normal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPfYMtuvqI/AAAAAAAAATk/2EVGzFy3p7I/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPfYMtuvqI/AAAAAAAAATk/2EVGzFy3p7I/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328848390932315810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPfX8NxMLI/AAAAAAAAATc/odB9zKeGbtY/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPfX8NxMLI/AAAAAAAAATc/odB9zKeGbtY/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328848386503291058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3158811331483059171?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3158811331483059171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3158811331483059171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3158811331483059171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3158811331483059171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/aidans-first-shiner.html' title='Aidan&apos;s First &quot;Shiner&quot;'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPfYMtuvqI/AAAAAAAAATk/2EVGzFy3p7I/s72-c/DSC_0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6230986963862055329</id><published>2009-04-11T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:08:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter '09</title><content type='html'>Easter was great this year even though it rained. We had our family over to our house and we had great time visiting and eating way too much. Since it rained Aidan hunted eggs early. He hunted once at Parents as Teachers and then again at our church. He had lots of fun both times. I had a headache the day of the church hunt so James took him. The Easter Bunny was there and James said Aidan wasn't too fond of him. Oh how times change. Last year Aidan loved him. We didn't even bother taking him to get his picture taken at the mall. We decided we would forgo the torture this year. I forgot to take a picture of his Easter basket while it was still put together, but he got lots of fun stuff. I think his favorite was his monkey book and his Thomas the Train. Hopefully next year he will love the Easter Bunny again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdZFOGXUI/AAAAAAAAATU/HeEna9-11Gs/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdZFOGXUI/AAAAAAAAATU/HeEna9-11Gs/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328846207077211458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting eggs at the OPAT Easter Egg Hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdY3c78pI/AAAAAAAAATM/-9iidVC0OHc/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdY3c78pI/AAAAAAAAATM/-9iidVC0OHc/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328846203381346962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dirty little boy after too many cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdYpJisCI/AAAAAAAAATE/7d9MtvGiuvo/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdYpJisCI/AAAAAAAAATE/7d9MtvGiuvo/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328846199541903394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Easter Egg Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdYbQOm6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/g3_RNnTv-Uk/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdYbQOm6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/g3_RNnTv-Uk/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328846195811851170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and Mason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdYJDNvAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z8u1DSG_GAg/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdYJDNvAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z8u1DSG_GAg/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328846190925429762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one should I pick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6230986963862055329?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6230986963862055329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6230986963862055329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6230986963862055329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6230986963862055329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-09.html' title='Easter &apos;09'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPdZFOGXUI/AAAAAAAAATU/HeEna9-11Gs/s72-c/DSC_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6618211074807550737</id><published>2009-04-11T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:56:06.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>We took Aidan to see Elmo's Green Thumb two Saturdays ago.  He had such a good time and was glued to his seat for about the first hour.  After that his little attention span was gone.  I think he would've been fine if they wouldn't have taken such a long intermission.  We ended up leaving about 15 minutes early.  James and I even had a good time.  I'm sure we will be going back in the future to see more Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPbAMGY_OI/AAAAAAAAASs/dE0sorgEFQg/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPbAMGY_OI/AAAAAAAAASs/dE0sorgEFQg/s320/2009+04+25_0905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328843580403940578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPbAGoxetI/AAAAAAAAASk/-YOmsPsq5Ig/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPbAGoxetI/AAAAAAAAASk/-YOmsPsq5Ig/s320/2009+04+25_0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328843578937539282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPa_5Fz-lI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZZpZgD-3cds/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0900_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPa_5Fz-lI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZZpZgD-3cds/s320/2009+04+25_0900_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328843575301241426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPa_ityZVI/AAAAAAAAASU/ARaTnrJl1_Y/s1600-h/2009+04+25_0899_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPa_ityZVI/AAAAAAAAASU/ARaTnrJl1_Y/s320/2009+04+25_0899_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328843569294894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6618211074807550737?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6618211074807550737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6618211074807550737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6618211074807550737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6618211074807550737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SfPbAMGY_OI/AAAAAAAAASs/dE0sorgEFQg/s72-c/2009+04+25_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-663888657164639716</id><published>2009-04-09T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:30:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weeks Drs. Visit</title><content type='html'>So today I decided I would start posting about my doctor's visits. I know no one else probably cares about them, but I thought it would be a great way to keep track of all of the info. because one day maybe the baby might want to know. I am terrible at baby books and I didn't right down anything from Aidan's pre-natal visits. I am trying to be better. Aidan and James went with me to the doctor today. I measured right at 15 weeks and the babies' heartbeat was 154 bpm. James was so excited to hear it and Aidan was too. Aidan started bouncing his hands up and down keeping rhythm with it. The nurse asked him what the noise was and he just smiled. I can't wait for Aidan to meet his new sibling. I'm sure they will have so much fun together. Dr. Cole said that he will probably schedule my ultrasound for around 20 weeks. I can't wait to see our baby again. We are not sure if we are going to find out the gender. James wants too, but I kind of want a surprise. We honestly don't care what it is. We just want a healthy, happy baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-663888657164639716?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/663888657164639716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=663888657164639716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/663888657164639716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/663888657164639716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-weeks-drs-visit.html' title='15 Weeks Drs. Visit'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-606590372202359313</id><published>2009-04-03T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:43:33.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys Have To Eat Too!</title><content type='html'>We had Charlie's for lunch today and I fixed Aidan's plate and put it at the table like always.  I didn't realize we would be having a visitor for lunch. I guess while I was in the kitchen Aidan decided George was hungry too.  I looked over and Aidan was feeding George mashed potatoes and gravy.  It was so cute and it made me tear up a little which it doesn't take a lot these days.  He is just growing up way too fast.  So I had to take a few pictures of Aidan and his dinner guest.  Needless to say George is going to have to take a bath, but I won't mention that to Aidan or I'm sure he really will end up in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZmfSBUygI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qhAY1rT1mwE/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZmfSBUygI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qhAY1rT1mwE/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320552697384192514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZmfHT3K3I/AAAAAAAAARI/STcjfWf9_TY/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZmfHT3K3I/AAAAAAAAARI/STcjfWf9_TY/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320552694509153138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZme_QE2cI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wg_oix6m1Fg/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZme_QE2cI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wg_oix6m1Fg/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320552692345788866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-606590372202359313?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/606590372202359313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=606590372202359313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/606590372202359313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/606590372202359313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/monkeys-have-to-eat-too.html' title='Monkeys Have To Eat Too!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZmfSBUygI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qhAY1rT1mwE/s72-c/DSC_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4530352066444122293</id><published>2009-04-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:04:27.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From the Week</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from this week.  It seemed like it was a very busy week.  Not my favorite kind, but we still had a lot of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjn6puAYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/17pnyoxKwS4/s1600-h/DSC_0072_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjn6puAYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/17pnyoxKwS4/s320/DSC_0072_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320549547195105666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan after his bath.  He was actually running from me because he wasn't ready to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjnRv11uI/AAAAAAAAAQw/11wcNkuZ5Og/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjnRv11uI/AAAAAAAAAQw/11wcNkuZ5Og/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320549536214931170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie giving Aidan a kiss at Harlie's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZrdYKWNII/AAAAAAAAARY/qB55Eu12WZQ/s1600-h/DSC_0057_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZrdYKWNII/AAAAAAAAARY/qB55Eu12WZQ/s320/DSC_0057_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320558162231047298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan playing with cars at the birthday party.  He acted so nice at the party.  We were so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjnAww9pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jWSgnwGfcZo/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjnAww9pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jWSgnwGfcZo/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320549531655403154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan running with the soccer ball that he just stole from his cousin Jolee.  She was not a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjmgasPmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NUgJtvW4x1o/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjmgasPmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NUgJtvW4x1o/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320549522972884578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Aidan trying to take something that doesn't belong to him.  Isn't he a stinker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4530352066444122293?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4530352066444122293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4530352066444122293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4530352066444122293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4530352066444122293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-from-week.html' title='Pictures From the Week'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SdZjn6puAYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/17pnyoxKwS4/s72-c/DSC_0072_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7402088579662225527</id><published>2009-04-02T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:43:32.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Mom</title><content type='html'>Today Aidan and I were laying on the couch watching TV and I'm a little embarrassed to be writing this but I fell asleep. There is something about pregnancy that completely wears me out. I honestly don't know how I could've been tired because I had just woke up an hour ago. Once I woke up I panicked because I didn't see Aidan. I looked over and he was in his recliner watching Family Feud and clapping for the teams. It was so cute and I was so relieved that I didn't wake up to him climbing on the table, prowling through the house, playing with the printer or keyboard, need I go on. Our house is pretty baby proofed and we have gates everywhere so I knew that he coudln't have gotten into too much. I know I wasn't asleep for more than about 2 minutes and I can honestly say I have only done that one other time when he was a newborn. It didn't really matter then because he slept all the time anyway. I felt like a terrible mother but I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I guess I'm going to have to stop laying down and watching TV with him. I'm sure I'm not the first mother who has gone to sleep while their child was awake. Am I?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7402088579662225527?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7402088579662225527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7402088579662225527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7402088579662225527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7402088579662225527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-feud.html' title='Sleepy Mom'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4056254097585612722</id><published>2009-03-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:34:29.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>Parents as Teachers will be having an Easter egg hunt on April 9th @ 6:30. We would love it if you would come and hunt eggs with us. Each child participating in the hunt needs to bring 6 candy filled plastic eggs and an Easter basket. Hope to see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4056254097585612722?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4056254097585612722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4056254097585612722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4056254097585612722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4056254097585612722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4210565240123170701</id><published>2009-03-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:32:52.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Poop</title><content type='html'>Warning:  If you have a weak stomach stop reading now!!! Last week James was changing Aidan's diaper and Aidan thought it would be real funny to reach down and pick up a piece of his poop and throw it at his Daddy.  Needless to say James was not a happy camper and it took two of us to finish changing his diaper.  Aidan had poop from one end of him to the other.  He thought it was absolutely hilarious and couldn't stop laughing.  It was a little hard to get onto him because I was trying to hold back my laughter.  He is learning something new everyday.  Some good, some bad.  Don't worry I will spare you all from the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4210565240123170701?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4210565240123170701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4210565240123170701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4210565240123170701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4210565240123170701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying-poop.html' title='Flying Poop'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2752819674493207458</id><published>2009-03-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:38:42.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Having a Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let everyone know that Aidan is going to be a big brother. I am 11 weeks pregnant and we couldn't be more excited. I am due around the first of October, but they will probably do a c-section towards the end of September. I am hoping that Dr. Cole will do it on my dad's birthday the 29th, which is also my parent's anniversary, and my best friend Jill's sons birthday. I went to the doctor today and got to hear the babies heartbeat. It was 168 bpm. I don't think there is anything better than hearing that sound. Like I said before we are so excited and can't wait for he/she to get here. We feel so blessed to be able to give Aidan a sibling and partner in crime. Ha! Please pray that I will continue to have a healthy pregnancy, and a healthy delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2752819674493207458?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2752819674493207458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2752819674493207458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2752819674493207458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2752819674493207458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-having-baby.html' title='We&apos;re Having a Baby!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1668588653416878414</id><published>2009-03-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:33:17.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jane!</title><content type='html'>So I ordered James a cookie cake for his birthday and while I was ordering it I had a gut feeling that it might not end up right.  The woman kept asking me what the name was.  I even spelled it for her twice.  So James ran into the mall to pick it up and when he gets into the car I told him I wanted to see it.  He then said no you don't.  Then I knew something was wrong.  Instead of Happy Birthday James it said Happy Birthday Jane.  I was a little upset and I wanted to take it back in and make them fix it, but James wouldn't let me.  He said it would taste the same whether it said James or Jane.  Typical man.  It was very good and Jane aka James had a great birthday this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1668588653416878414?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1668588653416878414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1668588653416878414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1668588653416878414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1668588653416878414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-jane.html' title='Happy Birthday Jane!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1498015915029677777</id><published>2009-03-02T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:17:41.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>Friday night my nieces came over and we had a slumber party.  I just love having them over.  They are so much fun and I love to act silly with them.  Aidan absolutely loved it as well.  He was beaming from all of the attention.  The girls played and wrestled with him until he was completely pooped out.  He went to bed at 11:00 and slept until 12:30 Saturday morning.  Maybe I should have them come over and wear him out more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRUMl96nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F84sCtoNQHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0036_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRUMl96nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F84sCtoNQHQ/s320/DSC_0036_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859224089160306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton and Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRUPhPueI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hPGGZZ5w9Ps/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRUPhPueI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hPGGZZ5w9Ps/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859224874662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara and Hailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRT_fIC0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/aw9KmDAYiZI/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRT_fIC0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/aw9KmDAYiZI/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859220570803010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keely and Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRTgKNVKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-wtQeYdNtpI/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRTgKNVKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-wtQeYdNtpI/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859212161569954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell he loves all of the attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRTTU3YGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x-lz7Dg-4cQ/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRTTU3YGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x-lz7Dg-4cQ/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312859208716607586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he realizes how much he is loved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1498015915029677777?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1498015915029677777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1498015915029677777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1498015915029677777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1498015915029677777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber Party'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SbsRUMl96nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F84sCtoNQHQ/s72-c/DSC_0036_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4465473776890855246</id><published>2009-02-28T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:42:43.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Going to the House!</title><content type='html'>My Mom is officially retired as of Friday. We are so excited that she finally decided to quit and enjoy some time with my Dad. She had a nice reception at the bank, and got a beautiful pearl necklace. She has been very blessed to work at the bank. They were so wonderful to her. I am just so happy that she is going to have the pleasure of doing whatever she pleases for the rest of her life. I am also grateful that she will be able to help watch Aidan when I go to the school and work. She is so excited about that. Happy Retirement Mom!  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4465473776890855246?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4465473776890855246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4465473776890855246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4465473776890855246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4465473776890855246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-going-to-house.html' title='She&apos;s Going to the House!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-6768311292627304369</id><published>2009-02-10T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:38:37.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Sweet and Sour" Kind of Day</title><content type='html'>Today I was busy around the house and noticed that Aidan was being very quiet. Just as that thought popped into my head here he comes running around the corner with a huge mischievous grin on his face. Then I noticed that he was carrying around some sweet and sour sauce from McDonald's that he had managed to get open. James had brought us lunch today and I had put a packet of it on the snack bar thinking Aidan couldn't reach it. I was wrong. He had it all over him, on the carpet, on the chairs, and anywhere else his little fingers had touched. Needless to say he has smelled like sweet and sour all evening. We have called him our litte Chicken Mcnugget all night long. He is into EVERYTHING!!! On a different note he also managed to pour Molly's dog food out all over the kitchen floor. This is usually a daily occurrence. I try and put it up as much as I can, but the dog has to eat sometime. He and Molly aren't the best of friends. Aidan would like to think that they are, but deep down Molly is a little bitter. Let's just say he is very curious, and constantly aggravates her. Maybe tomorrow Molly will actually get to eat her dog food, and not just the sweet and sour sauce Aidan spills on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-6768311292627304369?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6768311292627304369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=6768311292627304369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6768311292627304369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/6768311292627304369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-and-sour-kind-of-day.html' title='A &quot;Sweet and Sour&quot; Kind of Day'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3470624180958841889</id><published>2009-02-03T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:13:49.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Art Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMmOT7dI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qLww1VKULeE/s1600-h/100_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMmOT7dI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qLww1VKULeE/s320/100_2326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144884997058002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and I making a Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMfT1dAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XkQPaoJsBpM/s1600-h/100_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMfT1dAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XkQPaoJsBpM/s320/100_2318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144883141178370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan eating the popsicle art instead of painting with it.  It's a good thing it was just food coloring and water.  Nothing harmful, just messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMAYh25I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ULCy2N45Ux4/s1600-h/100_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMAYh25I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ULCy2N45Ux4/s320/100_2310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144874839366546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and I painting.  Oops, I think we got more paint on the floor than we did on the paper.  Thank goodness for tiled floors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYLxSOOHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2Pf-jySh1Ww/s1600-h/100_2303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYLxSOOHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2Pf-jySh1Ww/s320/100_2303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144870786381938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan truck painting all my himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYLvkew2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vdwM7qO5mFM/s1600-h/100_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYLvkew2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vdwM7qO5mFM/s320/100_2304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144870326092642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy helping Aidan with his masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night was Messy Art night for Parents as Teachers. We had lots of fun art centers set up for the kids to do. Some of the activities were truck painting, apple stamping, popsicle painting, Valentine art, marble painting, etc. The kids had a great time and were very messy by the time we were through. Since February is dental health month we had the new pediatric dentists in town come to speak about dental health. They were so informative and nice. I can't wait to take Aidan for his first "happy visit." They do this visit for free just to allow children to have a great first experience at the dentist. I am so excited that Ft. Gibson is fortunate enough to have a pediatric dentist. Overall, the night went well and the kids had a wonderful time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI- Parents as Teachers next group meeting will be on March 5, 2009 @ 6:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3470624180958841889?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3470624180958841889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3470624180958841889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3470624180958841889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3470624180958841889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/messy-art-night.html' title='Messy Art Night'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYpYMmOT7dI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qLww1VKULeE/s72-c/100_2326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2749569856702114838</id><published>2009-02-03T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:26:25.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Month Checkup</title><content type='html'>Aidan and I went yesterday for his 18 month checkup. Yes, I know we are a few weeks late, but since he has been sick they wouldn't give him his shots until he was feeling better. So while we were waiting Aidan spies one of Dr. Cole's Bibles. He picked it up and started singing "B-I-B-I." I let him get down in the floor and look at it because by this point I was trying anything to keep this child occupied. Well I hate to say it but he ripped his first Bible. I quickly put it back on the table and hoped that no one would ever notice. Then, he was standing in my lap. I guess he saw a piece of wallpaper behind me that was loose and decided to rip it. Sheetrock and all.  Can you say EMBARRASSED. I could feel myself getting hot. I always do that when I'm embarrassed. I'm sure they'll realize that it is ripped one day, but hopefully they won't think that we did it. He also proceeded to get a wrapped syringe out of the drawer. No there wasn't a needle in it. James already asked me that. Needless to say it was an adventurous trip to the doctor today. You can only keep a monkey caged for so long. Other than that Dr. Cole said he was doing great. He weighed 27.5 pounds and was 32 inches long. His head measured 19 1/2 in. He did have to get his first MMR shot. It wasn't too bad because the sweet nurses gave him a sucker afterwards and then he was fine. They are so wonderul to us. Hopefully next time we won't destroy Dr. Cole's office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2749569856702114838?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2749569856702114838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2749569856702114838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2749569856702114838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2749569856702114838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-month-checkup.html' title='18 Month Checkup'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3380576848126792828</id><published>2009-01-29T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:49:29.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes Aidan Act Like a Crazy Man???</title><content type='html'>Answer: Albuterol Breathing Treatments. At first they didn't seem to bother him, but here lately he has been acting like one wound for sound little boy after he has had one. I was working on school stuff last night in the living room and all of a sudden I here this really loud bang coming from our bedroom. I walk in and Aidan is taking a running start towards our door and banging into it with his hands. James said he was having such a good time that he didn't want to make him stop. Every time he would hit he would just cackle at himself. Oh, and yesterday he got upset with me over something and proceeded to hit, scratch, and kick at me. I'm not saying Aidan is an angel, but he has never acted like that before. Needless to say he got into big trouble. I know he needs the treatments to help his cough, but they are really starting to wear me out. It is like someone flips the light switch as soon as he takes one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIv6YX-N_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bIoOLOSo66A/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIv6YX-N_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bIoOLOSo66A/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296848791763040242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a big boy and can hold it for himself. This is a big improvement over the first treatment we gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIv6NvRK_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Aog1QabDSNo/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIv6NvRK_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Aog1QabDSNo/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296848788907961330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than being covered in Spaghettios and taking a breathing treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3380576848126792828?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3380576848126792828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3380576848126792828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3380576848126792828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3380576848126792828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-makes-aidan-act-like-crazy-man.html' title='What Makes Aidan Act Like a Crazy Man???'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIv6YX-N_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bIoOLOSo66A/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7274807958371881224</id><published>2009-01-29T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:53:24.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>Pictures from the wonderful ice storm of '09. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3m7dhCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VgO1kM4cAzU/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3m7dhCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VgO1kM4cAzU/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841047548986402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big loss.  It was already dead from the last ice storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3qFpaHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uZHMeOpFZ3U/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3qFpaHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uZHMeOpFZ3U/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841048397015154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3YJFXkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_p0dWZe4JXU/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3YJFXkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_p0dWZe4JXU/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841043579592258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one sad looking OU flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo29wKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-56Q3dbTY2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo29wKZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-56Q3dbTY2Q/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841036495742866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tree in out back yard that is partially dead from the last ice storm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo2YcGjzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_AdyDhUc6lU/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo2YcGjzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_AdyDhUc6lU/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841026479492914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just make you want to jump right in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we have a lot of tree cleaning up to do.  YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7274807958371881224?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7274807958371881224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7274807958371881224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7274807958371881224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7274807958371881224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYIo3m7dhCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/VgO1kM4cAzU/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8105322280837271837</id><published>2009-01-28T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:51:34.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo! Choo!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we went to Sallisaw to celebrate Bodie's 2nd birthday. His birthday was a train theme and everything looked so cute. I just love birthday parties. He had the cutest cake that the talented Brenda Dortch made. I think that woman could make anything look good. Aidan even got a birthday present on Bodie's birthday. Please tell me how that works? His Grandma Rosa bought him some books and a cute OU shirt. He's just a little bit spoiled. Aidan had lots of fun at the party as well as the other kids. Sunday evening James' Mom watched Aidan at our house. Bodie was with her because he was staying the night with them. They had a great time playing together. I wish we lived closer so they could see eachother more often. It is strange to think that they will be in the same grade in school and might even play football against each other someday. They are both such sweet little boys. Most of the time anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzMNF0zmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bRa0eDNiGlw/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzMNF0zmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bRa0eDNiGlw/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570921529953890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzMGiZehI/AAAAAAAAANw/hTmFGakmuK8/s1600-h/DSC_0382_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzMGiZehI/AAAAAAAAANw/hTmFGakmuK8/s320/DSC_0382_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570919770749458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzL6iVsVI/AAAAAAAAANo/Ei1afpp_DQA/s1600-h/DSC_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzL6iVsVI/AAAAAAAAANo/Ei1afpp_DQA/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570916549275986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan playing with Bodie's train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzLil8b2I/AAAAAAAAANg/yV4Yup-LdxI/s1600-h/DSC_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzLil8b2I/AAAAAAAAANg/yV4Yup-LdxI/s320/DSC_0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570910121946978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzLNFHc4I/AAAAAAAAANY/Z-oeWLpD0qY/s1600-h/DSC_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SYEzLNFHc4I/AAAAAAAAANY/Z-oeWLpD0qY/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570904347112322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodie's cute little train cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8105322280837271837?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8105322280837271837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8105322280837271837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8105322280837271837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8105322280837271837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_28.html' title='Choo! 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As you know I haven't been feeling well and there is really nothing better than your Mom's cooking to make you feel better. There isn't much that my Mom fixes that I don't absolutely love. I just love my Mom so much. I can't really describe in words how special she is to me and my family. She is always doing nice things for us. Every once in awhile she will buy Aidan a king size chocolate bar just because she knows how much he loves chocolate. Sometimes on her way home from work she and my Dad will stop by just to see their baby eventhough they know they will get to see him in just a few hours while James and I clean the bank.  They are absolutely crazy about him, and likewise he his crazy about them. I think he knows that he has them wrapped around his little finger.  It's just the simple things that they do for us that mean the most. After we had dinner I went home and watched the 88th annual Miss America pageant. I am so silly and I hate to admit this, but I still love to watch this. When I was little it was the highlight of my year. We would even have Miss America pageants at our slumber parties. I have some great pictures of the swimsuit competition stuck away somewhere. I think my best friend Jill's parents might even have videos. Oh, the blackmail they have on us. I didn't tonight, but I have been know to write down my top 15. Pathetic, I know!!! Too bad Miss Oklahoma didn't win, but I really was pulling for the girl who won. She was very pretty, smart, and talented. Maybe next year Miss Oklahoma will bring home the crown for us. That pretty much sums up our Saturday night. I don't think it gets much better than smothered steak and the Miss America pageant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5279289243591917208?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5279289243591917208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5279289243591917208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5279289243591917208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5279289243591917208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/moms-smothered-steak-and-miss-america.html' title='Mom&apos;s Smothered Steak and the Miss America Pageant'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1642749579764264047</id><published>2009-01-23T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:27:37.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would Someone Please Call the Fumigator!!!</title><content type='html'>This must be our year to be sick. I feel like we have caught about everything that has been going around. Aidan started coughing on Monday and just continued to get worse. We took him to the doctor on Wednesday and they checked his blood count, which was normal. He didn't do to well with the whole finger stick process. Once they stuck him, they then had to milk his finger to get enough blood for the test. Needless to say it took James and I both to hold him so the nurse could do the test and he still managed to get a hand free to hit at her. I was so embarrassed. I think he even tried to kick her a couple of times. Like I've said before he has his daddy's ornery ways. Since the blood test was normal they thought it was just "viral." I have grown to hate that word. Yes, I know hate is a strong word, but it is so aggravating when everything is viral. I just want them to fix him, and fast. They sent us home with breathing treatments to give him every four hours. He hated it at first, but is getting better. I will try and post some pictures later. It is the worst thing to watch your baby when they are sick. Then to top it off I woke up Thursday morning very nauseous and achy. Really no other symptoms besides a low grade fever. Just basically felt terrible. Aidan and I snuggled in bed the last two days and watched cartoons and slept. It was great to spend the day with him just being lazy. They also ended up calling him in an antibiotic because he was still running a high fever this morning. So hopefully he will be better soon.  I just keep telling myself, this too shall pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1642749579764264047?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1642749579764264047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1642749579764264047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1642749579764264047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1642749579764264047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-someone-please-call-fumigator.html' title='Would Someone Please Call the Fumigator!!!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7790073010717012312</id><published>2009-01-19T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:48:26.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Harper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw8Qq8mFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XI2ukqf9vVY/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw8Qq8mFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XI2ukqf9vVY/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293261117613447250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan climbing on his kitchen.  He is such a little monkey, but a healthy monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw7sBkhSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYGBXQ_ynYY/s1600-h/100_0111_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw7sBkhSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYGBXQ_ynYY/s320/100_0111_00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293261107776226594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan on the way home from the hospital.  One of the happiest days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw7SX_JOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KLmCQdX9KQA/s1600-h/100_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw7SX_JOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KLmCQdX9KQA/s320/100_0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293261100890924258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan as James would say suntanning.  This is a photo of Aidan in the NICU.  He had already improved so much in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading blogs yesterday and stumbled upon a blog called Kelley's Korner. Not really sure of their whole situation, but I do know that there newborn baby girl is in the NICU at St. Francis and is in stable but critical condition. I guess she developed some sort of infection in her lungs. If you want to know her full story you can check out her blog. Her story touched my heart and I find myself checking her blog often to see if there is any updated information on Baby Harper. I so feel for her family because we went through some of the same things with Aidan. I found some old pictures and videos of Aidan while he was in the NICU. I still can't watch the video nor will I ever be able to without crying a little. Aidan was very sick, and as a mother it was just so hard for me to take.  I hate to see him hurt.  Sometimes James and I will just look at each other when Aidan is playing and discuss how far he has come from that little baby in the hospital.  We are so blessed to have such a healthy, beautiful, child. God is so good. Please remember Baby Harper in your prayers and all of the other babies that are in the NICU. Pray for their parents to have strength, courage, and peace. Most of all remember to thank God for the healthy children in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. Psalm 127: 3,5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7790073010717012312?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7790073010717012312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7790073010717012312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7790073010717012312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7790073010717012312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer-for-harper.html' title='Prayer for Harper'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXVw8Qq8mFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XI2ukqf9vVY/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-3331429650375785243</id><published>2009-01-18T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:45:02.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1/2 Birthday to Aidan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwvJ-rgZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Gq-4-myy1ko/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwvJ-rgZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Gq-4-myy1ko/s320/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292768311269622162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a cupcake and ravioli it was straight to the bathtub.  He touched several things on the way, and thought it was hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwu3sUmjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zCR7RiwlFOU/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwu3sUmjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zCR7RiwlFOU/s320/141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292768306360785458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwuPsT18I/AAAAAAAAALw/r94V_foN51E/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwuPsT18I/AAAAAAAAALw/r94V_foN51E/s320/140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292768295623317442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves icing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aidan turned 18 months old on Tuesday and we decided to celebrate this big milestone in his life. Actually, I got the idea of celebrating "1/2 birthdays" from reading someone else's blog and thought it was really neat. James and I went to Tulsa for date night and I picked him up a cupcake for his big celebration. We also got him an Elmo balloon. Too bad he bit it and all of the helium went out of it. He was not very happy about it, but maybe next time he won't do that. We let him have his cupcake after lunch and we sang "Happy 1/2 Birthday to Aidan." Yes, I know we are completely ridiculous and I'm sure some of you are thinking that we so need to have another child. We just love him so much, and enjoy doing fun things for him. I think this is a tradition that we will try and do every year. It wasn't much, but it was a lot of fun. Aidan really enjoyed his cupcake and all of the attention. Maybe even James and I can start celebrating ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-3331429650375785243?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3331429650375785243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=3331429650375785243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3331429650375785243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/3331429650375785243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-12-birthday-to-aidan.html' title='Happy 1/2 Birthday to Aidan!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOwvJ-rgZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Gq-4-myy1ko/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4046075679209336137</id><published>2009-01-18T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:29:06.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOemXfGCLI/AAAAAAAAALg/BPfthEguXd0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOemXfGCLI/AAAAAAAAALg/BPfthEguXd0/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292748369067116722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's first certificate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOdk1VYdtI/AAAAAAAAALY/1Ht5kEuiVNs/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOdk1VYdtI/AAAAAAAAALY/1Ht5kEuiVNs/s320/085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747243208079058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what he is so interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOdkoWlnxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JEPS2Qx-cGM/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOdkoWlnxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JEPS2Qx-cGM/s320/069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747239723474706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeter tottering by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOdkM40EFI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TjTafp2TYA/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOdkM40EFI/AAAAAAAAALI/_TjTafp2TYA/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747232350834770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked to carry the bowling ball around and throw it more than he did actually bowling with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we had a sports night at the school for parents as teachers. All of the kids dressed up to support their favorite team. James wanted Aidan to wear his Derek Jeter jersey even though we know his favorite team is the Sooners. We had lots of fun activities set up for the kids to do. Just a few of the favorites were ice skating, bowling, soccer, football toss, basketball, and tee ball. I bet you are wondering how we pulled ice skating off. We put waxed paper using rubber bands to their feet which made everything pretty slick. I tried that with Aidan, but he didn't really like it. I actually think his favorite thing was being chased by Emerson and Kayci. He also liked bowling and riding on the teeter totter that is in the room. Everyone got a certificate for participating in sports night. It was so much fun and I think all of the kids had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI-  Our next group meeting for Parents as Teachers is February 2nd at 6:30.  We will be having a messy art night.  We are planning lots of fun and messy art projects for the kids to do.  I'm sure it will be lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4046075679209336137?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4046075679209336137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4046075679209336137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4046075679209336137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4046075679209336137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/sports-night.html' title='Sports Night'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SXOemXfGCLI/AAAAAAAAALg/BPfthEguXd0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1107157821136264808</id><published>2009-01-14T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:56:16.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"B-I-B-I"</title><content type='html'>One night when we picked Aidan up from my parent's house they said that Aidan had been singing the B-I-B-L-E.  I was a little skeptical about it because we had never sang that song to him before.  We sing lots of songs, but never that one.  So I started thinking that he had probably heard it in his church class.  When we got home that night he kept singing it, and every book he picked up he was the "B-i-b-i."   I didn't really want to blog about it until I was sure that was what he was doing.  Since we hadn't been able to go to church because we were all sickly I couldn't ask his teachers if they had been singing it in class.  Finally, we all got well enough to go again, and I had a chance to ask his teacher. She said that they had been singing it.   I was so excited.  I guess I should have given him more credit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1107157821136264808?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1107157821136264808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1107157821136264808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1107157821136264808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1107157821136264808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-i-b-i.html' title='&quot;B-I-B-I&quot;'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4905575886733589085</id><published>2009-01-13T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:33:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SW1oIUdqbXI/AAAAAAAAALA/cPmZkjoNzm0/s1600-h/2008+11+30_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SW1oIUdqbXI/AAAAAAAAALA/cPmZkjoNzm0/s320/2008+11+30_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290999629371567474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking daddy's nose. YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SW1oIK7luhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Veo6qRFLPrE/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SW1oIK7luhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Veo6qRFLPrE/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290999626812733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking daddy's teeth for cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have been working with Aidan on learning his body parts. He has known where his nose is for a long time. He loves to stick his finger up it at the most inopportune times. He also doesn't mind picking ours either. Now he knows his eyes, belly, mouth, and head. He doesn't really know ear yet, but we're working on it. He always points to his eye when I say ear.  When we ask him where his mouth is he will wiggle his tongue at us. It is too cute. We have to be careful when asking him where his eyes are because he likes to poke and push on them to the point that I'm afraid he will hurt himself. I just thought I would share his latest accomplishment. We were so proud of him. It seems like he is learning something new everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4905575886733589085?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4905575886733589085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4905575886733589085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4905575886733589085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4905575886733589085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-body-parts.html' title='Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SW1oIUdqbXI/AAAAAAAAALA/cPmZkjoNzm0/s72-c/2008+11+30_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7577784062517056342</id><published>2009-01-04T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:05:57.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Match</title><content type='html'>I'm a little embarrassed to be writing this, but today while Aidan was napping in the guest bedroom James and I decided to play a game of volleyball in his room. You have to understand we are going a little stir crazy because Aidan was sick, then I was sick, now Aidan is running fever again. We haven't really been able to leave the house very much in the last two weeks. So James and I got the bright idea to play a game of volleyball. We used Aidan's Swiffer mop as the dividing line. We had the best time. James and I were both laughing so hard at ourselves and how ridiculous we looked. At one point James actually  hurt his shoulder trying to save the ball from going out of bounds.  It is so great being married to your best friend. We can make about anything fun. The bad part is we are both so competitive that we were actually arguing over the rules. James won 2 and I won 2, so we are going to have the tie breaker game later tonight. We got too tired to finish. It is pretty good exercise playing volleyball in your child's room. You should try it sometime. I also have another secret to confess. We Tivo Jeopardy every night and play it. The best part about that is that we actually keep score. I can say I have learned so much from playing that silly game. I will keep you posted on who wins the big volleyball championship match tonight. As if you really care. Oh well, you can at least humor us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7577784062517056342?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7577784062517056342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7577784062517056342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7577784062517056342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7577784062517056342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/volleyball-match.html' title='Volleyball Match'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-4770476036516822778</id><published>2009-01-02T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:24:49.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Nose Picker</title><content type='html'>I was up cleaning house last night because I couldn't sleep, and I heard Aidan start crying. I went in and checked on him and he was standing up in his crib with his arms up. So I picked him up and went and put him in our bed so he would go back to sleep. We do this when he wakes up and then we go and put him back into his crib after he falls back asleep. I sometimes feel like we play musical beds. When I get to our bedroom James is sound asleep and has been since 11:30. I put Aidan in bed and lay down by him. He rolls over next to James and gets his face right next to James'. It gets really quiet for about 3 or 4 minutes, so I'm thinking that Aidan has gone back to sleep. All of a sudden I hear Aidan giggle. I thought he was just dreaming until I look over at him. He has his finger up James' nose and is laughing. He got me tickled and then I started laughing. I made him stop even though I didn't really want to. James just kind of pulled his head back and went right back to sleep. Aidan is so ornery. Some of his mannerisms remind me so much of James. He may look more like my side of the family, but he acts just like his daddy. I can't wait to tell James what he did tomorrow. I'm sure he won't even remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-4770476036516822778?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4770476036516822778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=4770476036516822778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4770476036516822778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/4770476036516822778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddys-nose-picker.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Nose Picker'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-5399188728038227288</id><published>2009-01-01T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:16:55.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We were going to stay at home to ring in the new year because I have been sick most of the week with some weird tonsil infection.  It wasn't strep throat, the test came back negative.  I have had strep throat before, and this was much worse.   My tonsils at one point looked as if they might explode, but I'm much better now!  Antibiotics are a great thing!  Since I started feeling better we went to my parent's house to celebrate.  We had a great time with our family. I played Phase 10 with my niece, nephew, and my nephew's friend.  I had a blast, and they were so hilarious.  I'm pretty sure I haven't laughed like that in a long time.  I forgot how much fun high school kids can be.  Their energy and carefree spirit is such a blessing and a reminder to stop and enjoy the simple moments in life.  I loved being able to act silly with them.  Overall we had a great evening and it was fun bringing in the new year with our family.  There is something about a new year that makes me so excited.  I'm not sure if it is just a fresh start or because I know spring is not too far away.  James and I reflected back over the last year, and there are a few things we wish we would have done differently.  There were also a lot of good memories made.  In a way I was a little sad to see it go because I know that it means my little guy will turn 2 this year.   We are looking forward to 2009 and all of the great things it will bring.  We hope you and your families have a wonderful new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-5399188728038227288?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5399188728038227288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=5399188728038227288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5399188728038227288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/5399188728038227288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2054159266868101044</id><published>2008-12-26T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:26:37.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Before I Was A Mom"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWQAuBunpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s13_apy2hVk/s1600-h/100_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWQAuBunpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s13_apy2hVk/s320/100_0525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284288079818825362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWQAfXETkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-I4mePmLy3g/s1600-h/100_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWQAfXETkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-I4mePmLy3g/s320/100_1539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284288075881795138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWP_xUf7QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iLFfu6JMA3o/s1600-h/100_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWP_xUf7QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iLFfu6JMA3o/s320/100_1579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284288063522991362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWP_xI79AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sRBQjORl1XM/s1600-h/100_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWP_xI79AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sRBQjORl1XM/s320/100_0474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284288063474496514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWP_Bnx7UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4hRJqQeVoCU/s1600-h/100_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWP_Bnx7UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4hRJqQeVoCU/s320/100_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284288050718960962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through some of my old emails today and found the poem "Before I Was a Mom."  I started reading and of course the tears started rolling down my face.  First of all I can't really remember the time in my life when I didn't have Aidan, and I don't really want to.  Our life is so blessed to have him in it.  We get so much enjoyment from him, and thank God for him daily.  I can honestly say being a Mom to Aidan is a privilege and honor.  He is a great baby and I love him more than he will ever know.  That is until he has children of his own one day.  I finally understand why my parents did the things that they did while I was growing up.  I am so blessed to have had such wonderful parents that instilled such great morals and values in me so that I may in return pass them onto Aidan.  Hopefully one day he will pass them onto his children.  I wanted to share some old pictures of Aidan and I.  I also posted the poem below for you to read.  It is such a great poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt; I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. &lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. &lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt; I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.&lt;br /&gt; I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt; I never knew that I could love someone so much. &lt;br /&gt; Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt; I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt; Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. &lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Aidan!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2054159266868101044?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2054159266868101044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2054159266868101044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2054159266868101044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2054159266868101044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-i-was-mom.html' title='&quot;Before I Was A Mom&quot;'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWQAuBunpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s13_apy2hVk/s72-c/100_0525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8655828483549226978</id><published>2008-12-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:20:41.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKltzUI6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/S49JlH35yzo/s1600-h/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKltzUI6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/S49JlH35yzo/s320/152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284282118343762850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKlCDn_vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nu7TU7FUzdA/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKlCDn_vI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nu7TU7FUzdA/s320/125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284282106601012978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKk_VNVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uYU-h0m9yMI/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKk_VNVLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uYU-h0m9yMI/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284282105869456562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think James and I were more excited for Christmas morning this year than Aidan. We had to wake him up at 10:30. I'm sure we won't have many more Christmas mornings like that. This year Aidan got lots of different toys, but his main present from Santa was a kitchen. Yes, I know he's a boy, but he loves to play with the kitchen at school so we thought we would get him one. One day his wife will thank us. He was so cute walking into the living room. When his eyes spotted it, they lit up. It was so much fun watching him. He has been cooking ever since. After we got through opening all of our presents and letting Aidan play for a little while we went to James' family. Aidan got so many toys, but I think his favorite was this little orange car. He didn't want to put it down. He also had fun playing with his cousin Bodie. When we left there we had one more stop to make at my sister Sandra's house. We forced ourselves to eat again, and I had fun talking with my Mom and my sister. After we finally made it home Aidan took a three hour nap so James and I decided to clean out his closet to make room for all of his new toys. We had a wonderful Christmas this year and are very blessed to have such great families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8655828483549226978?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8655828483549226978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8655828483549226978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8655828483549226978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8655828483549226978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVWKltzUI6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/S49JlH35yzo/s72-c/152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-1489468218136124844</id><published>2008-12-26T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:23:26.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV1AqADPtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FHKi2pNaSWM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV1AqADPtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FHKi2pNaSWM/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258391924096722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV1AIec6GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nIChWAaQYGg/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV1AIec6GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nIChWAaQYGg/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258382924802146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV0_y7856I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pyoE4aOdRYo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV0_y7856I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pyoE4aOdRYo/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258377142953890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV0_mCbVXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xFNZgRXsfeY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV0_mCbVXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xFNZgRXsfeY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258373680452978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas Eve we visit with my side of the family at my parent's house.  We had a lot of fun, and Aidan got lots of attention.  He loved it.  His cousin Daylon loves him so much and even offered to babysit for us.  Maybe when they both get a little older.  After everyone left we stayed and helped my parents do a few things to get ready for Christmas day.  My Mom was making baked potato soup to take to my sister's house and she hinted that she hated to peel potatoes.  So, my husband being the nice guy that he is offered to do it for her.  We didn't end up leaving until after 11:00.  We had big plans to go home and leave Santa cookies and milk, but Aidan crashed as soon as we put him in the car.  Sorry Santa maybe you will get some next year.  I have posted just a few of the many pictures that were taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-1489468218136124844?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1489468218136124844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=1489468218136124844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1489468218136124844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/1489468218136124844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SVV1AqADPtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FHKi2pNaSWM/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-2327368569078900095</id><published>2008-12-21T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:46:24.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squatter</title><content type='html'>Aidan has had a terrible diaper rash since the doctor put him on an antibiotic.  So today when we were changing his diaper I got the bright idea to let him run around without one on for a little while to let his bottom air out.  Aidan loves to run around without any clothes on.  James said, "Kristie I don't really think that's a good idea."  Seeing as I am very stubborn, I didn't listen.  So, we walk out of the room for a minute and I walk back in to find Aidan squatting with a huge grin on his face.  I asked him what he was doing and he ran off laughing.  As he started to take off I found the present that he had left for me on his bedroom floor.  It was hilarious and James loved being able to say I told you so.  He would keep squatting and acting like he was pooping again because we made the mistake of laughing at him.  He loves it when he makes us laugh, and if you know me very well it doesn't take a whole lot to get me tickled.  We quickly put his diaper back on him before he could do anymore damage.  I will spare you all the pictures.  I didn't figure you would want to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-2327368569078900095?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2327368569078900095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=2327368569078900095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2327368569078900095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/2327368569078900095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/aidan-has-had-terrible-diaper-rash.html' title='The Squatter'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-7043819128218608628</id><published>2008-12-18T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:29:27.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Round 2</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Aidan back to the Doctor today because he was still running a temperature and was more congested than he was on Tuesday. Dr. Cole listened to his chest and decided to do a chest x-ray to make sure he wasn't developing pneumonia. They did the x-ray and Aidan was not a happy camper. It did show what they thought to be a little fluid on one part of his lung. Dr. Cole wasn't sure if it was really pneumonia or if Aidan had just moved to much during the x-ray and they didn't get a clear picture. So he decided to treat him with an antibiotic just to be on the safe side. He already seems to be feeling so much better. Hopefully he will be well before Santa comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-7043819128218608628?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7043819128218608628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=7043819128218608628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7043819128218608628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/7043819128218608628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/dr-round-2.html' title='Dr. Round 2'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126644749333756390.post-8794814192570972270</id><published>2008-12-18T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:19:00.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgZZcJ0eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w5iMvrAQELw/s1600-h/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgZZcJ0eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w5iMvrAQELw/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281350608719827426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgYr0wUHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v_AJZx2nq0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgYr0wUHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v_AJZx2nq0Q/s320/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281350596474982514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgYIB3aWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K_3CfU_leDk/s1600-h/DSC_0249_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgYIB3aWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K_3CfU_leDk/s320/DSC_0249_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281350586866297186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James stayed home with Aidan on Wednesday because he was still feeling terrible and I had some personal visits for school to do.  James enjoyed the time with Aidan, and I'm sure Aidan loved being home with Dad.  Eventhough Aidan didn't feel well they still had lots of fun.  When I pulled up in the driveway Aidan was standing at the window looking out.  When he saw me his face lit up.  I love it when he is so excited to see me.  It makes my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126644749333756390-8794814192570972270?l=noblittfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8794814192570972270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3126644749333756390&amp;postID=8794814192570972270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8794814192570972270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126644749333756390/posts/default/8794814192570972270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblittfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Kristie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16172305636513196048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/STeJHvSE3hI/AAAAAAAAADI/bnqGAFA6zzw/S220/100_1655.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYcR7nyc_BY/SUsgZZcJ0eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w5iMvrAQELw/s72-c/DSC_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
