tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63077154658534925672024-03-19T00:49:52.202-04:00Nonsense by Mrs. HartmanThis is where I will add a bunch of nonsense whenever I get to it...DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-37330746938622497642013-01-21T18:22:00.003-05:002013-01-21T18:28:29.650-05:00Go west young man....Every time I say things like "we're moving west" or "we're headed west", a Michael W. Smith song pops in my head and immediately I start to sing <em>go west young man....</em> If you grew up on Christian music in your house hold (and car rides), like I did - you understand me. If not, so sorry - but not sorry because you weren't sheltered like I was....annnnyways...<br />
We're moving WEST - yeeeeeeah! <br />
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It's literally been in the works for over a year now. Just praying. Constantly praying. Taking one step at a time. One.Step. It's been a long process, but we're starting to close in on the final stages. Of course, these next steps will probably be the most challenging....like, where do we live? Jobs? Daycare? Full-time work? Part-time work?<br />
I remember this conversation with Neil last summer and it went something like "what are we waiting for? Let's just make plans, and go for it." If you know Neil, he panicked. But I know Neil, and I started to come up with a plan regardless of the panicked-husband. Mind you, we are a family of faith, and knew all of this was tentative according to His plan and expected the possibility of doors shutting. <br />
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First up: Yard sale.<br />
We just had too much unnecessary crap. Cindy (MIL) also wanted to get rid of stuff. (She's moving too, yay!) We decided on a date, and moved forward. We literally had 2 weeks to get things in order for this sale, and with it being the end of yard sale season here in Erie - we weren't too hopeful for a good turn out. Oh, and did I mention it was a 2-day yard sale???? My garage was PACKED to it's fullest. I did my best effort at organizing, taking things out, putting them back in, making sure all things were marked with a price...and then had to re-price Cindy's items...the sweet woman went to a website, and took terrible advice and priced things <em>way</em> too low. What I learned from my girl <a href="http://www.take-the-cannoli.net/" target="_blank">Nat</a>, when it comes to pricing, think logically - think about what you paid for the item, how much use did you get out of it, and then what is it worth to get it out of your home. It's basic, it's genius. <br />
Okay moving on.....we set the time for the sale at 8am. Opened our garage at 6:45am to start moving stuff out. Guess what? People were at the end of our long driveway 10 minutes later. Really? At one point, we had people up in our garage drooling over stuff and claiming things. (The things people will buy!) Well, by 10am, non-stop selling, bartering (arguing) for 4 hours straight, more then 1/2 of the stuff was sold. Yep, you read that right. Now, if I could paint you a picture as to how much stuff we had, you still wouldn't believe me. Our driveway is very long, and it was covered on both sides (to leave walking room in the middle of course) front to back...insanity. By closing at 3pm, 75% was sold. Blown away. The following morning was a bit more relaxed, got some donuts, coffee, chatted w/the neighbor who also brought stuff out for the day....and about 90% was sold by end of closing time. Amazed. Blessed. Sunburned. Exhausted. <br />
The following photo was taken at some point during the 1st day, a TON has been sold already...<br />
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Next step: Sell house.<br />
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As much as we loved our cozy little home....<br />
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....didn't mean others would...how fast would this sell? Our realtor is a childhood best friend of Cindy's - and with 100% certainty if it wasn't for her, this house wouldn't be sold. Within 5 weeks, we were in a contract, with a "close" date of Dec. 7th. (We ended up not closing until Dec. 14th, due to the new owner wanting to put more money down...) After packing up our very 1st home, all I could do was smile and feel blessed by the time spent there. I mean, I had some breakdowns and like a million tears....but lets not get into that....<br />
Josephine was born in this home, many parties & backyard BBQ's were hosted here....It all seems like a dream now....<br />
After the house sold, Cindy was gracious enough to let us live with her until we move, and it's been quite entertaining. We have 2 dogs running around, an almost-2-year-old who doesn't get her way - but thinks she can...(she's funny)...and I have to say, it's been great! I miss my own bed, and my own space....but I really can't complain. We are so blessed with this little family we have....<br />
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One of the most difficult steps: Tell my job I'm leaving.<br />
I work for the Authority of Erie County:<br />
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I have been BEYOND blessed, like there are no words to describe, just how amazing my job is right now. I work Tuesday-Thursday, part-time - with the greatest of people. My two bosses are truly amazing. I am going to miss them SOOOO much!!! I'm going to cry, so I'm moving on....<br />
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Final step: Move. Like, physically move.<br />
Where to?<br />
Um, I could get into the last couple of months where we were set on the Phoenix/Scottsdale area of AZ, where Neil was going to try a different profession....but I won't. I'll just jump to the part where Neil came up to me last Thursday during work and said "let's just try California, screw it!" The next day, as he was at Wayne Elementary (where he worked for 3 years), getting a referral letter from the principal - where he ran into some of his old students, who were beyond happy to see him again. It pulled on his heart strings, and it was a confirmation to him that teaching is what he's supposed to do. Can any of you picture him in an office setting? I can't. I never could. Since he is ready to go in CA, and certified, it's our best shot. He may have to sub for a couple of years, but it'll be worth it.<br />
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I am beyond excited!!!!<br />
I'm going to crave the changing of the leaves....<br />
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and the cold weather in the "winter" months....<br />
but isn't that what Big Bear is for????<br />
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This California girl is moving back home....<br />
I can't wait.<br />
My mom....<br />
Salty beach air, warm days, cool nights.....<br />
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Now - we needs jobs, and a place to rent!<br />
Neil is flying out in a few weeks to check out rentals...<br />
<br />DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-89366227516084370382012-09-20T10:03:00.003-04:002012-09-20T10:03:40.183-04:00where have i been?I have this blog to keep friends & family posted on the Hartman family, and I'm extremely behind. <br />
Of course, now that I'm so far behind, where do I start?<br />
I need to get my thoughts & photos in order, and I'll begin the recap.<br />
Hopefully tomorrow.<br />
Maybe tonight. <br />
For now...here are a couple photos of my crazy child:<br />
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I wonder where she gets the crazy from?DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-10980995254625957142012-05-31T15:58:00.003-04:002012-05-31T15:58:30.342-04:00scared.Overwhelmed.<br />
Sick.<br />
Fear.<br />
Anxious.<br />
Neil & I had high hopes that he would be re-hired as a school teacher in the same district he has taught in since 2008. We accepted this last year off, almost enjoying it - asking questions like "<em>what is God teaching us?" </em>Mind you, He's taught us a TON and we've run through every type of emotion you can think of. We've been positive this entire school year, actually anticipating the good news that he'll get called back. We felt this was just a short stint & things would be back to normal come Fall 2012. Now, staying positive has been a difficult task for one of us....so the other (me) has been the positive cheerleader, since way back in the summer of last year. <em>Oh, you'll get called most definitely in the beginning of the year, once they realize they need the extra staff. </em>Also, saying things like <em>This is kind of neat! You can check out all the different schools in the district....</em>So on, and so forth after every passing month. <br />
School year starts, weeks go by. Months go by....No call backs. Just subbing for my hard working husband - which he HATES doing. He recently started working at one of the facilities, where I work, so he has something to do over the summer. To myself (because I can't stress out in front of him) I can't help but feel negative, envious, jealousy....of those that don't have to deal with these types of issues....I hate that. <br />
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Well, about a month ago we heard some bad news. It's not looking so good. They've decided to close 3 elementary schools in the district & on top of almost 30 teachers retiring, they need to let go of about 60 teachers/administration staff. Great. Up come the thoughts again, frustrations, questions:<br />
Why is this happening?<br />
Why did we move here?<br />
Why did I leave my job in Temecula?<br />
Why didn't we just try & stick it out in CA?<br />
What's next for us?<br />
Where do we go from here?<br />
How do we overcome this?<br />
Does Neil jump into a new profession? <br />
Will this tight-financial-don't-spend-$$-on-anything!- lifestyle ever end?!<br />
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I'm dramatic aren't I? <br />
So. I'm scared. Stressed. You name it. It takes every muscle in my body (surprised I'm not back to my dream size 7 by now) not to cry....<br />
What do we do now?<br />
Where do we go from here?<br />
God - you there?DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-38781892023802160022012-03-26T11:40:00.003-04:002012-03-26T12:17:22.719-04:00First Birthday Fail......my phone crashed the day after Josephine's 1st birthday party. I have zero photos, except maybe a few blurred ones I got from my regular camera. Every photo, video, anything that was saved on my iphone - GONE. (Which includes Jos' first steps bytheway. I can't even talk about it, or I'll be a blubbering mess at work.)<br />*I would just like to say, I know this is my fault - that everything up until that day was wiped out. I should've known better & backed up my photos on a monthly, if not weekly, basis.<br /><br />What kills me is, that night, after her party I thought: <em>I should upload these at least to icloud before bed...and then thought, I'll do it tomorrow....</em><br />I had such a good time making her decorations. There were a lot of late nights, and trips to Hobby Lobby - but the personal touches meant a lot to me. I have nothing to show for it. Even though I fail her, probably everyday - she loves me. And it shouldn't matter that I don't have photos from this day - but I found myself in tears every hour on the hour since the moment I discovered I couldn't get them back. And it does matter to <em>me. </em>I feel like I failed <em>her</em>. This must seem so silly, but if you're a mom - I feel like you'd understand :) It's just, in this last year, I've learned so much about myself. Just in her one year of life, she's made me want to go above & beyond...to be a better person. I just wanted this day to be perfect. For her. And it was! I just don't have the pictures to go with this great day....<br /><br />I did bring my regular camera, and did take some pictures with it - but I went back to see what I had, it wasn't very much. I have some video from the day, so that's good.<br /><br />Maybe this week I'll find myself in a better mood to post a more uplifting "fun" post about the party. It really was a good time, and we are extremely blessed by all those that came to celebrate the day with us....DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-59678928454553847722012-02-03T14:56:00.003-05:002012-02-03T15:39:40.814-05:00packageReceived a package today, that contains Josephine's 1st birthday invitations. I didn't expect to be emotional quite yet about her turning ONE. As I was making arrangements to have them designed by my friend <a href="http://ellieandaudrey.blogspot.com/">Molly</a> it was fun going through old photos and seeing her features change from month to month. So much happens, so quickly. I love seeing her learn something, practice, and then master. Neil is always saying "look at this little person." She's this precious, tiny, little person who is always thinking and doing. You can't keep her still. Which leads me to say...she's her father's daughter. Uh. Oh. Is it crazy that I can already tell? There is pure chaos just waiting to explode. I love it. Sometimes. Eh....she doesn't cuddle anymore, unless she's not feeling well - or like last week when she woke up in the middle of the night with what I'm assuming was due to teething...she let me just hold her. It was the sweetest thing. I just sat in her room, holding her, breathing her in. She shnuggled up into me and I just melted.<br />I can't believe in just a month & half I'll have a one year old...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5HPRL5PlO-eiHxodWoG4C37IHQawip1CO0nfU7zuCG54-KOTf5eYsJ7RG_5rcp1ib51Jyox3MnVS31VCW8N1-Jla1uN2cnVghL2xjEe2JSYqTd63crN60-RnXx7mzdrcG0t6nSDtDI4/s1600/Jos.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5HPRL5PlO-eiHxodWoG4C37IHQawip1CO0nfU7zuCG54-KOTf5eYsJ7RG_5rcp1ib51Jyox3MnVS31VCW8N1-Jla1uN2cnVghL2xjEe2JSYqTd63crN60-RnXx7mzdrcG0t6nSDtDI4/s400/Jos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705011574437370706" border="0" /></a><br /></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-6695825704226491972012-01-30T09:05:00.005-05:002012-01-30T10:15:59.513-05:00A Little VisitMy parents came out for a little visit this past weekend and it was a really good time. They finally got to meet their first grand-<span style="font-style: italic;">daughter</span> and were able to get in some quality time with all of us. We did a few things around town, but we mostly stayed in and just hung out, cooked & ate...<br />They arrived into Erie last Thursday night, and Neil had prepared his spaghetti & meatballs. Yum! Friday we headed over to our favorite restaurant - McGarrey's for lunch. Josephine was well rested from her nap, and hung out at the table with us...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyg0RxaH2CBTTWzdwsPJCQtcl-RAfUKSJtxz5CWUS4F1EU1ctk4sx6mreOscU_H3B0wV_clzBOvZMnRnMEg2aPtcurqWiCfXdxN8OxBvZMSJ8LXujV2cW_YxNXKTHUZ8F6dAZA5kJrHpU/s1600/jos+at+mcg+1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyg0RxaH2CBTTWzdwsPJCQtcl-RAfUKSJtxz5CWUS4F1EU1ctk4sx6mreOscU_H3B0wV_clzBOvZMnRnMEg2aPtcurqWiCfXdxN8OxBvZMSJ8LXujV2cW_YxNXKTHUZ8F6dAZA5kJrHpU/s320/jos+at+mcg+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703427530450533490" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp89FHHbGIu_8oaD2bofYvQIkTPfbgv_YMPQAwvJqDpFZYAhN-VFfNgH5GvS_SjAUtKPXXrixhLDhEOpFP4RC-jaNkgBgU1wJgc3a6cAt2Ykh4j1z2nT3jOZhnr3jFv32gmeI1JihUrs/s1600/Jos+at+McG.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp89FHHbGIu_8oaD2bofYvQIkTPfbgv_YMPQAwvJqDpFZYAhN-VFfNgH5GvS_SjAUtKPXXrixhLDhEOpFP4RC-jaNkgBgU1wJgc3a6cAt2Ykh4j1z2nT3jOZhnr3jFv32gmeI1JihUrs/s320/Jos+at+McG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703427525506762290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My mom enjoyed her turkey reuben...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ozJZgXtrjHXUvoZV1BQXBlU3XPbHuqFbtdFCuwmtVL5GfQN3uDGXmuvV0C50numDizO8qbgkp9NJ5AovOaJw5q_YmZv70j2RXkpnESH8eBtbIEVNWBcIs8UHSMONM3nO5LXGBPM3ggs/s1600/mom+at+mcg.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ozJZgXtrjHXUvoZV1BQXBlU3XPbHuqFbtdFCuwmtVL5GfQN3uDGXmuvV0C50numDizO8qbgkp9NJ5AovOaJw5q_YmZv70j2RXkpnESH8eBtbIEVNWBcIs8UHSMONM3nO5LXGBPM3ggs/s320/mom+at+mcg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703431035595309698" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">We spent the afternoon grocery shopping at Wegmans and then just spending time at home...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkLdNSz8aazCnwLkUBIRPifoFvQY88tA9DbNpqUMgoDsG8OoswYZnjUFsC3LEV8-LIC_xibefeWDCabkKJRxpQ1pb6snjlKL1aJHWJ3LycFTpTpxMB6KF6bECd-f-9Ia2F3P0lQ5530o/s1600/mom+%2526+jos.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkLdNSz8aazCnwLkUBIRPifoFvQY88tA9DbNpqUMgoDsG8OoswYZnjUFsC3LEV8-LIC_xibefeWDCabkKJRxpQ1pb6snjlKL1aJHWJ3LycFTpTpxMB6KF6bECd-f-9Ia2F3P0lQ5530o/s320/mom+%2526+jos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703431647396695138" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">That night I was able to get tickets from work to go to the Bayhawks game, which is our local D-League team. As you all know, my parents LOVE basketball...of course, my mother is obsessed with it. Needless to say, it was a good time! We only stayed until halftime because little one has a bed time...but here is a picture of what pretty much describes the night...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1JwboSqLhUdLqzea2zDGmYCjjzG8gswchwp4cr74rhWNvkeWaom_MWrEr5444bzDp8p-hIOGai6tdha5wm18BpI-rNoMOMcCTXHJBooiTr_9LvSdUNM5tEz0RczMRqSJR8OzyJtNXJk/s1600/game.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1JwboSqLhUdLqzea2zDGmYCjjzG8gswchwp4cr74rhWNvkeWaom_MWrEr5444bzDp8p-hIOGai6tdha5wm18BpI-rNoMOMcCTXHJBooiTr_9LvSdUNM5tEz0RczMRqSJR8OzyJtNXJk/s320/game.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703427538294767778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And yes, they're wearing purple...always purple. Goooo LAKERS!!! They represent their team no matter where they are.<br />Saturday we had a low key morning. Neil made us breakfast and it was an opportunity for the adults to catch up while baby was sleeping. After Jos' nap and lunch, we headed over to the Convention Center (where I work on Thursdays) - where they were having a dog show. We all love doggies, so it was a great way to spend a couple hours...I mean, why not? I didn't take any photos of this - not sure why. There were some great dogs, all in one building. They are always serving up good food there, so we made our way & had some lunch...courtesy of the convention center - I work for some great people I tell ya! We then made our way up to the 2nd floor where my boss happened to be in the building & working....on a <span style="font-style: italic;">Saturday.</span> It was nice though, to be able to show my parents my work space & have them meet at least one of my bosses.<br />On our way home, we of course stopped at Romolo's - I mean, it was <span style="font-style: italic;">right. there.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span><br />We came home and my mother got to cooking while I had a notepad in hand. There are 2 things that she made us growing up, that I still haven't mastered - pansit and this tomato chicken stew thing you eat over rice. Well, I wrote down EVERY.THING. Autumn came over at one point & hung out w/my crazy family. Love her. She's the best.<br />Well, that was our visit w/my CA family. It was filled with snow & cold weather, which they loved bytheway. It was a great time. Here is a final shoot we had with grandma & grandpa...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONXoeCwZbyjiuQKZ_c6F7_CoGzA6iMmk811oCskKHaYT64XYB1rMC9xoycHUH72zppJ6imc-5yHDUBzetIMnUeUarOcCJ0DdKGEdVhOmLJ5uwTLj-pYU9ljro92OTMQRbjC21uM4GAf4/s1600/grandpa+grandma.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONXoeCwZbyjiuQKZ_c6F7_CoGzA6iMmk811oCskKHaYT64XYB1rMC9xoycHUH72zppJ6imc-5yHDUBzetIMnUeUarOcCJ0DdKGEdVhOmLJ5uwTLj-pYU9ljro92OTMQRbjC21uM4GAf4/s320/grandpa+grandma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703431017610777810" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eRfnBoTQPHtbki7kZVhhpPEvUf9DrXMY4Mhu6wyYZ5juaBrjdkrZz0GbQJIxJ83X5SVYctebTc-dKYIHOcGwS4EzM7K_PxAdjZlNe2x2vX6OYoLmT2-uwepdGkinlNKEx8JybgQjmOE/s1600/3+gen.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eRfnBoTQPHtbki7kZVhhpPEvUf9DrXMY4Mhu6wyYZ5juaBrjdkrZz0GbQJIxJ83X5SVYctebTc-dKYIHOcGwS4EzM7K_PxAdjZlNe2x2vX6OYoLmT2-uwepdGkinlNKEx8JybgQjmOE/s320/3+gen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703431015226323490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We dropped Jos off at Grandma Cindy's, and headed to Cleveland where they were then off to Omaha, NE to visit with Jeri, Kristen and my 4 nephews.<br />I was definitely more on the sad side of things after the drop off...I really miss my mama. I felt drained...my brain is constantly thinking "CA or PA?" Especially now. Josephine is in the world, and it makes things a lot more hard...but all of that is for another day, another post....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyG_Ze5UCtNcObfjoU4TdifBmB7Qe2b79RJMCnhCXT72wxVxBokDvLVTQGlWjZNulxzNWQs6MPL7PSldD2G3qU9c-IDjEBZsv6AMokoaVK4mjeQja_yQn-sbB0C_tfxPY9MvGaTzFXkIM/s1600/me.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyG_Ze5UCtNcObfjoU4TdifBmB7Qe2b79RJMCnhCXT72wxVxBokDvLVTQGlWjZNulxzNWQs6MPL7PSldD2G3qU9c-IDjEBZsv6AMokoaVK4mjeQja_yQn-sbB0C_tfxPY9MvGaTzFXkIM/s320/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703431018437393282" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Neil & I definitely couldn't be in Cleveland and not eat at Melt. This is the entry way. I love it...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguXLLk-1EerU5ytHHZG-oqDLgIhjIC4Ilo0zOZZgJ-re8mYOT152wkDUdad6vwxzvsoXCU2jMIlbxQXSZsafv7W6gz1M1TZYLagFKqw7RVMQE7l76pOlcIIl3hqbxDM5iRoi5Zp0GFNI/s1600/melt.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguXLLk-1EerU5ytHHZG-oqDLgIhjIC4Ilo0zOZZgJ-re8mYOT152wkDUdad6vwxzvsoXCU2jMIlbxQXSZsafv7W6gz1M1TZYLagFKqw7RVMQE7l76pOlcIIl3hqbxDM5iRoi5Zp0GFNI/s320/melt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703431030696997154" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>It was a nice lunch date w/my baba.<br />On our way out of Cleveland Heights, we stopped at Neil's favorite coffee place: Caribou Coffee. That little stopped turned out to be a blessing because a snow storm came through & dumped inches of snow...and we just followed behind it...thank you Jesus!<br /><br /></div></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-49674490940975439662012-01-18T12:58:00.012-05:002012-01-18T13:32:15.679-05:00<div align="left">I needs to blog.<br />I'm working on it.<br />As of today, I have a 10 month old.<br />I attempted to take photos last night, but she thinks it's a game when I tell her to stay. Apparently to her "stay" means "go" and she books it to the edge of the bed, or whatever she's on. It's super fun - but not last night. I was frustrated. But whatever right? She's cute... <img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699040683662749090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEjefXPdkxNYT950lhnXasthvKhBwL2SMtX7O9mEzcnBok0wS9A2M6iD_zqfL8Ax3Jdz41vK05zToXVx0zvNRFaQjzoa6zjacN6hKrcCM4Y7VqlkQidKCi6LeZ4G3WioQiZKScyM6hfM/s320/photo.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="left">Oh, and I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this - but she LOVES music & dances. I'm afraid to show this video because near the end Neil and I are (jokingly) yelling at each other about final Jeopardy...well, more like, he's yelling at the tv...and....you'll see if you watch it 'til the end...Video: <a href="http://youtu.be/PQF2C4xrq2E">Josephine Dancin'</a><br />Turn the volume up a bit so you can hear her toy.<br />You see she ignores our conversation & just keeps playing her music. Precious.<br />So, this will have to hold you folks over until I get the time to post about the holidays...</div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-51628709584350994772012-01-13T10:43:00.010-05:002012-01-20T15:40:11.592-05:00Back it up!I can't believe I haven't blogged about the holidays of 2011 yet. Since the iphone has been in my life, I never go online at home. So. Moving on...the holidays were AWESOME! As much as I wanted to be back in CA for the holidays, it was once again nice to be here in Erie where Neil's family is. They're always a good time. And believe me, I'm going to start my campaign on Thanksgiving or Christmas 2012 in CA soon...it takes awhile to convince my husband of a good idea....we'll see what happens...<br /><div>This was the weekend of Thanksgiving. Decorating the house, and putting up Josephine's pink Christmas tree - my new favorite thing. I already can't wait to deck out her room next year. I have ideas. (Thank you pinterest).<br />Thanksgiving day we went to Aunt Ann & Uncle Fred's place...<br />Here is Jos & Grandma Cindy:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivX_mKLdnrN5Gjz3SZO_ouwzMh20KBbYFYrScPh_DUOtL_c7gzoixtPuW1EB_zA7x90hbWxfsztcHosxFuyuJ7yLi5qOFbjJiGf4J7lfVIs61-aFRQyfFbV9izklF-QQlV_3hnj6gBmiQ/s1600/Picture+360.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivX_mKLdnrN5Gjz3SZO_ouwzMh20KBbYFYrScPh_DUOtL_c7gzoixtPuW1EB_zA7x90hbWxfsztcHosxFuyuJ7yLi5qOFbjJiGf4J7lfVIs61-aFRQyfFbV9izklF-QQlV_3hnj6gBmiQ/s320/Picture+360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699812462515635906" border="0" /></a><br /></div>The next day, we went to an annual event here in Erie called "Festival of the Trees" where all local companies come together & each decorate a tree. I've gone every year that I've lived here & it's something I look forward to. It was really great this year because it was at one of the facilities I work at, at the Convention Center. We packed up the little one & headed over...the trees were <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">beautiful<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">. </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQXvH8s3l2jifc7J5Cuc4qkazpN-KXy1-qSx2Z7FhW13-zsqreRIQc_mi4XYjZ_utIbmQ0ZaEa52EKb5Jt6YW1fQTp6ZBSSfy32XNOIjzSu4r92yFncAt0tXaqjylhWFGTSxPDZ4klqU/s1600/Picture+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQXvH8s3l2jifc7J5Cuc4qkazpN-KXy1-qSx2Z7FhW13-zsqreRIQc_mi4XYjZ_utIbmQ0ZaEa52EKb5Jt6YW1fQTp6ZBSSfy32XNOIjzSu4r92yFncAt0tXaqjylhWFGTSxPDZ4klqU/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810422312849650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Oh and in this little collage, is how I set up Josephine's room for Christmas...<br /></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdaOwKx0Dtd7qZHdJ2HR-_C5gr7nHAmsat_OCRRmZxJrnorjv9V4qVtxdb8xcVhGTKChkDucs5IuFJuPuzVAaZGyyQBCqHrMwVuAGz-NWhKAzReo3sfRE7_cjKDmurNxHFHP-zjrRhss/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697145098347011794" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdaOwKx0Dtd7qZHdJ2HR-_C5gr7nHAmsat_OCRRmZxJrnorjv9V4qVtxdb8xcVhGTKChkDucs5IuFJuPuzVAaZGyyQBCqHrMwVuAGz-NWhKAzReo3sfRE7_cjKDmurNxHFHP-zjrRhss/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Onto Christmas Eve...<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">We decided to spend the night at Cindy's Christmas Eve Eve night...we planned on being there Christmas Eve morning anyway, why not? Plus, we wanted to test the waters of Jos sleeping at grandma's. Here are a few pictures from our time there...<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyK3VBn-KLx_oKpOXNhYN5R0KJW83VTxKuNrlY2epNvKBwJOL1PDCxzdqFLmEq1qETmtAYd8sfmqj0FMCrxqne3V6ArZctR9942xatL_oy5S22iwhu1L1A90J58fBL3osTvdoTdQ8H8Q/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697147443140725026" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyK3VBn-KLx_oKpOXNhYN5R0KJW83VTxKuNrlY2epNvKBwJOL1PDCxzdqFLmEq1qETmtAYd8sfmqj0FMCrxqne3V6ArZctR9942xatL_oy5S22iwhu1L1A90J58fBL3osTvdoTdQ8H8Q/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5906lDmob2JB1Y3QH7Ak3PYMCd9ftkRig3lyxJAi7eRNPxdPZVZ2Pqb8xlGfQgaz6_FE9kuRch5sGg_6Gr-aydH6L45mUFykipaBelEF4aLRFM7G07p829z4qih3LtAQbWA-hjKca2s/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697148949038270370" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5906lDmob2JB1Y3QH7Ak3PYMCd9ftkRig3lyxJAi7eRNPxdPZVZ2Pqb8xlGfQgaz6_FE9kuRch5sGg_6Gr-aydH6L45mUFykipaBelEF4aLRFM7G07p829z4qih3LtAQbWA-hjKca2s/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1qLBLUxkakvT3KD4ZqyH0vwz4fDag5uk2C-7I-pHjdvbyasvjj4-6uxl0dm0WZCuXnPcWqrKq2etWu6sMovrO8SnkcslgFqLrFcf2lwjmYnUzhyphenhyphen9HIu79u0uCK-kgWRvHzuAiajsroU/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1qLBLUxkakvT3KD4ZqyH0vwz4fDag5uk2C-7I-pHjdvbyasvjj4-6uxl0dm0WZCuXnPcWqrKq2etWu6sMovrO8SnkcslgFqLrFcf2lwjmYnUzhyphenhyphen9HIu79u0uCK-kgWRvHzuAiajsroU/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810421895278690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Just to let you know, she slept perfectly! Yay! I didn't hear a peep out of her. I, however, didn't get any sleep. We brought Cali with us, and she had anxiety or something all night. She was restless, which kept me up all night. I don't think I've ever had more coffee in my life, then I did that day...<br />We literally ate allllll day, and watched Christmas movies...it was wonderful.<br />The next morning we had Cindy come to our house for stockings & breakfast - a tradition that was always my favorite as a kid, and would love to start having in my home from now on....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3-eFQzY3zj6z-7pZlNaXN6FhdDybFREeae_eIaJtQZaShG0BD7vh8uz_F85ue3IA2-zdJF28Ud3nm0lMklDz8qeFfuwBUfZEpl1L_r0BoYCrOe3yCx6l7PDp8vKvvFsDE8FsxIWNNQU/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3-eFQzY3zj6z-7pZlNaXN6FhdDybFREeae_eIaJtQZaShG0BD7vh8uz_F85ue3IA2-zdJF28Ud3nm0lMklDz8qeFfuwBUfZEpl1L_r0BoYCrOe3yCx6l7PDp8vKvvFsDE8FsxIWNNQU/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810426477698354" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8l08GRmWTYwnZaDjvkjQlNDJgB0FAl7sTEY9WnzOJxEpWebclhjuOrv6EZzh82j2b3G8IchVMgtjxvBe0md5KyjT7GCrToUGXsAkqVB2HJ99T9kr9_yoqbzGGup_0X7CosNptOkMnvA/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8l08GRmWTYwnZaDjvkjQlNDJgB0FAl7sTEY9WnzOJxEpWebclhjuOrv6EZzh82j2b3G8IchVMgtjxvBe0md5KyjT7GCrToUGXsAkqVB2HJ99T9kr9_yoqbzGGup_0X7CosNptOkMnvA/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699810430953681506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here is Josephine playing with her favorite toy from grandma Cindy:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjL7hyphenhypheny2bXDR1gU4Hnol0Q4phBFfU8w9V-Emh3pLcj_m2hK0zmXcJRpuIDbP3fiibt-lZwrJNjyjmcAnDAAGLG-T-DMKSvJKRTpToCaK2HPTzhtFNexUeNRcrl-uyC6sQRF7IVs33J2Y/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjL7hyphenhypheny2bXDR1gU4Hnol0Q4phBFfU8w9V-Emh3pLcj_m2hK0zmXcJRpuIDbP3fiibt-lZwrJNjyjmcAnDAAGLG-T-DMKSvJKRTpToCaK2HPTzhtFNexUeNRcrl-uyC6sQRF7IVs33J2Y/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699811669702895170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The following weekend was New Years Eve and we had decided, along with Erin & Leroy, that we'll just hang out - keep it low key and hope we stay up 'til midnight. There was waaaay too much food, of course. It was a good time for sure. And we did it! We stayed up to ring in the new year, watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve - not that we knew who the performers were. Talk about feeling old. The good news? Josephine didn't cry ONCE while Leroy was here. For some reason she breaks out into tears when she sees him - but as you can see, she's over that....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5HfxwZQQBFwUaAFvyIZEUzNez7LvSQKQ-zuqM1pX7A2p4P1jdCTgJJsQNlM3-hxmmJ_e0Tw0Ne84utMFalUuni5-kW26Mn9VCyvqcXSZA4mxoveK3Qk84ZTxpPqDQ-ZUK-972MkRVyY/s1600/Picture+024.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5HfxwZQQBFwUaAFvyIZEUzNez7LvSQKQ-zuqM1pX7A2p4P1jdCTgJJsQNlM3-hxmmJ_e0Tw0Ne84utMFalUuni5-kW26Mn9VCyvqcXSZA4mxoveK3Qk84ZTxpPqDQ-ZUK-972MkRVyY/s320/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699812464399560450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well. That sums it up! Nothing too crazy....<br />I got "The Help" for Christmas, and here's just a random picture of Josephine watching it along w/me. Her outfit is cute....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6gNIcG0ueykw9n16mzoftYLBD3f1raeqKVvY8vm2pUTv3x-OLHIHsB6JDTDfOtQCSGKY0F2axvmnf5u4K7TB7WgS6e923F7WVha0r6NfkVTxd3cixy-FD_oOm3TuYMHWDyltrJbsmZ0/s1600/Picture+026.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6gNIcG0ueykw9n16mzoftYLBD3f1raeqKVvY8vm2pUTv3x-OLHIHsB6JDTDfOtQCSGKY0F2axvmnf5u4K7TB7WgS6e923F7WVha0r6NfkVTxd3cixy-FD_oOm3TuYMHWDyltrJbsmZ0/s320/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699812471226193026" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-90815531313943412252011-12-01T20:59:00.002-05:002011-12-01T21:48:31.513-05:00Guilt<div><div><div>I've been working a lot these last few weeks, and I've been feeling extremely guilty about it. On top of working, there's my gym time that I squeeze in when I can. After a 12 hour day today, I drove home with a heavy heart. </div></div></div><div>I kept checking the time while at work, and as the clock struck 8:00 - Josephine's bedtime, I wanted to cry. Neil is usually the one that puts her to bed & gives her last bottle, but I didn't see her at all today. Except for the 1st hour & a half of her day this morning.</div><div>Is she aware I'm not around? </div><div>I went straight to her room & watched her sleep for a couple minutes. What I really wanted to do was pick her up & squeeze her!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-37751641676138325622011-11-22T21:28:00.005-05:002011-11-22T22:46:35.308-05:00FallSurprisingly enough we haven't had any serious snow yet, and it's almost December. I'm shocked! And we've had the most <span style="font-style: italic;">amazing</span> Fall weather - absolutely perfect. I mean, take a look at these trees:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPKWQlVccWLGrM1DhoAEvdmTmumWKQFEa9dmpCe_gWotGZxc-MsE8PgBMPpyrHxx64812acCyuW0s3WpSgvNEC8SzqO9iY4tP87wDabFHIcWI8h7N3N7tzg24ACsmmQBrQOs5USUjAl4/s1600/Fall+leaves.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPKWQlVccWLGrM1DhoAEvdmTmumWKQFEa9dmpCe_gWotGZxc-MsE8PgBMPpyrHxx64812acCyuW0s3WpSgvNEC8SzqO9iY4tP87wDabFHIcWI8h7N3N7tzg24ACsmmQBrQOs5USUjAl4/s320/Fall+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678020131615082402" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpgKbfJeWBkBpUAyTkfIr6Eg9AnzB1jeVqjGDzIn7_3hjZEwgos7S93zEep_W7vwAtsGHeAq3ewLR0vijfVYlWLUTm5nLzafCbVdP5TfbSgDCfJxS3by6fB4Erny3oammQs21-DNL4GI/s1600/Fall.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpgKbfJeWBkBpUAyTkfIr6Eg9AnzB1jeVqjGDzIn7_3hjZEwgos7S93zEep_W7vwAtsGHeAq3ewLR0vijfVYlWLUTm5nLzafCbVdP5TfbSgDCfJxS3by6fB4Erny3oammQs21-DNL4GI/s320/Fall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678020126361100962" border="0" /></a><br />Jack-o-lanterns we made:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OVV4EP5P5mJ43jh49PKwSXgsgBubKpBOlYlXlVr8V28Cvw4KpveX8qbBkgx3r-V7NTv-DIj0EyxmfpoWNopBeR6ykRxugJUts4sW2PuMsXe2pJB0bcX0LOPU1hchMaetBVRbPaOVG6k/s1600/Jacks.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OVV4EP5P5mJ43jh49PKwSXgsgBubKpBOlYlXlVr8V28Cvw4KpveX8qbBkgx3r-V7NTv-DIj0EyxmfpoWNopBeR6ykRxugJUts4sW2PuMsXe2pJB0bcX0LOPU1hchMaetBVRbPaOVG6k/s320/Jacks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678020132595405122" border="0" /></a><br />Obsessed with pinterest, where I learned to make this wreath:<br />(I did add a few flowers & such...didn't take a photo though - so strange. I ended up giving this one to my friend Autumn. Plan to make more!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wLnaB9aHnF_5vbegJXEPxw6tFjP1-TNnbUW5cBJQultahYtCoS7b76_s5picjFesUbyA3ABkvc34uSQtxYfRuqDR-ewA5tL5ql764m02O_e32VNm-fr6Ame8ouP7iA5cEL1ZMyhi61c/s1600/wreath.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wLnaB9aHnF_5vbegJXEPxw6tFjP1-TNnbUW5cBJQultahYtCoS7b76_s5picjFesUbyA3ABkvc34uSQtxYfRuqDR-ewA5tL5ql764m02O_e32VNm-fr6Ame8ouP7iA5cEL1ZMyhi61c/s320/wreath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678020134735883842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I have always wanted to be considered a "crafter" but never put my craftiness into action. Well, except for quilting. Thanks to my friend Virginia, I've been quilting for 10 years or so, and still love doing that. Since pinterest is in my life, I've taken action. It's so much fun. I want to refinish every furniture piece in my house, mod podge every photo, and basically - I want to just hang out at Hobby Lobby...<br />My next project, Christmas stockings. Oh! And head bands for Josephine...annnnd for myself. We'll see how all of that turns out. I have a really bad habit of rough draft projects. I learn to master something, and the 1st drafts end up in the trash. Don't judge. Slight case of OCD? It's very possible.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have been aching for CA these last few months, and I came across this shirt at Old Navy:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPYYYVl6_MGmarzvWZg9Bok38G4gekaxUPSXie4WwfsM718g41hIQMvg_Ybb5lnSMl5AAFQrmc5BB2G2L3Cnbyi3dNuDcOKU31_9mQvsqZM2rzGoJxIpuROeYhurmqImlO3N7p3LfIGc/s1600/CA+shirt.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPYYYVl6_MGmarzvWZg9Bok38G4gekaxUPSXie4WwfsM718g41hIQMvg_Ybb5lnSMl5AAFQrmc5BB2G2L3Cnbyi3dNuDcOKU31_9mQvsqZM2rzGoJxIpuROeYhurmqImlO3N7p3LfIGc/s320/CA+shirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678021700535586146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This shirt is meant to be in my possession. I chose not to buy it though...we're trying to save all we can to actually visit my home state. So, I texted it to the husband in hopes it'll end up under the Christmas tree this year....?<br />We've had some lazy days around here. It must be the weather....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NU8fFegsIuRv5zwChRYfI3MjVmxpPFFOH_ftSr58yM8Tp_iaaRLOuI8jMStk3fFvkvE5vA4hLeGPPhY0IzxdUVXgA8xiY2Sm00wjkp2M1iWbhLlc4chIGH-pMhR3xZb2LshVheISNBY/s1600/NeilCali.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NU8fFegsIuRv5zwChRYfI3MjVmxpPFFOH_ftSr58yM8Tp_iaaRLOuI8jMStk3fFvkvE5vA4hLeGPPhY0IzxdUVXgA8xiY2Sm00wjkp2M1iWbhLlc4chIGH-pMhR3xZb2LshVheISNBY/s320/NeilCali.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678023779301029970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We find ourselves in the living room most nights, watching anything from the Wonder Years, to Sons of Anarchy, to Arrested Development...it's nice & cozy here in the Hartman house. On occasion we'll have a visitor. But it's mostly just us. We're happy with that. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Driving to my friend Autumn's house after work last week, and the sky looked like this:<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fQ2YBzjvx5qEVqT5-Myo8xVFHzLokUITtHIPQBkECDyUlHr7uBACZt31btj6GwHj2h0WtMB2Lh9ZhgidewhwrrIH2l1cZVG2s5vKb8WyGC7sMYTLao_sV9eEB6KgFsgpqnqWSCwrd6A/s1600/Erie+sky.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fQ2YBzjvx5qEVqT5-Myo8xVFHzLokUITtHIPQBkECDyUlHr7uBACZt31btj6GwHj2h0WtMB2Lh9ZhgidewhwrrIH2l1cZVG2s5vKb8WyGC7sMYTLao_sV9eEB6KgFsgpqnqWSCwrd6A/s320/Erie+sky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678021701712511298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I didn't edit this photo one bit. Seriously? How extraordinary is that?!!!<br />As of last Friday, we have an 8 month old in the house. She is so dang precious!!!!!!!!!! I'll sing to her (usually Adele), and it ain't pretty - let me tell you...but she'll just smile & sway side to side. Anytime the Wonder Years intro song comes on, she'll zone in on the tv, and smile - she <span style="font-style: italic;">loves</span> that song. She also does this shy thing. When I tell her no, she hides her face in her arm. (Breaks my heart every single time.) When someone new talks to her, she'll go all shy as well - hiding her face either in my neck, or in her arm. It is seriously the <span style="font-style: italic;">cutest</span> thing. Here are some recent photos of the munchkin:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u6cHv4Bsm_h_OPgJZDGurEzWTY8cf1EMgxQrbSFfdzaXsFqMmKGh292JSPcgX20AJaAiiQg2Bm35hSWzNCzmpl9_9lHZs2V74BwHkmJYzMNiHR-k7jaToo-h989ksYAKnYP_tWF8aWA/s1600/Jos2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-u6cHv4Bsm_h_OPgJZDGurEzWTY8cf1EMgxQrbSFfdzaXsFqMmKGh292JSPcgX20AJaAiiQg2Bm35hSWzNCzmpl9_9lHZs2V74BwHkmJYzMNiHR-k7jaToo-h989ksYAKnYP_tWF8aWA/s320/Jos2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678021702860958482" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxO_sI2eU7rjyGiY7dsXyvzgfOZZ-9L9N9XHPN3jmCoefYc207umz9nTDvUVuF0wmKeKx6x1wAb-5wxJa5Od773qdhrFCcsL8vty7RRoJaTVWCbgjpFseECgT_DQBGC-7T1WRjTlbOAg/s1600/Jos.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxO_sI2eU7rjyGiY7dsXyvzgfOZZ-9L9N9XHPN3jmCoefYc207umz9nTDvUVuF0wmKeKx6x1wAb-5wxJa5Od773qdhrFCcsL8vty7RRoJaTVWCbgjpFseECgT_DQBGC-7T1WRjTlbOAg/s320/Jos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678021704753263602" border="0" /></a><br /></div>8 months?!! It's already going by too fast. It shouldn't be a shock to everyone that I'm already thinking about what to do for her 1st birthday party. (I haven't even started on my Christmas cards yet. Goodness.)<br />Sorry this post was all over the place. I just reread it, and it really just jumps all over. Sorry!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-38498109383409428912011-10-28T17:18:00.013-04:002011-11-21T14:02:40.910-05:007 months (oops, never posted this...)<em>*I just went to post a new blog about our little girl being 8 months, and here this 7 month blog sat in list to edit - unposted. Whoops. </em><br /><br /><div>A lot has happened in the Hartman house these last few weeks. We have a mover on our hands. Her name is Josephine and she is FAST. And since she feels the need to eat, bite, lick everything she gets her hands on - we're on watch constantly. Which is not a problem. We enjoy playing on the floor with her, and watch her little body move all over the house. I've learned that if I set myself up in a certain spot on the floor, I can keep her in the living room. She's so sweet...she'll come over, play with and climb on mommy - then venture off to her toys and play. Then repeat. Not only is she crawling, she's pulling herself up to standing. There is so much joy in her face when she accomplishes this... She'll be walking before we know it. It is freaking Neil out. He basically refuses to allow her to grow up. And admitted yesterday that he'll be crying, along with me, when we send her off to school. I get choked up just thinking about it. Um. She's only 7 months old, and these are things we're already thinking about. It's sick really. </div><br /><div>Some pictures:</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQSib25j8sD5QzeJ4tzXA-WeGsDSTfUNBiZxr-0Gbiu0Vx8lS0BdvCqfAg-gZcnuOVzjKXNWVwHmUdSd0Ticnzbyx0bQx-NOviQ5fYlZHKhT-797z1kMPed33MrBlWpX7LY4SV31XpgA/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677521061349773602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQSib25j8sD5QzeJ4tzXA-WeGsDSTfUNBiZxr-0Gbiu0Vx8lS0BdvCqfAg-gZcnuOVzjKXNWVwHmUdSd0Ticnzbyx0bQx-NOviQ5fYlZHKhT-797z1kMPed33MrBlWpX7LY4SV31XpgA/s400/photo.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3mvUQ9Ds8PjoPnyRPdjtuVAeJiuOz-1dILa1rSKzdkADyzsiK2xCZzJQ9cx4puLuzVr52Rndcfa_irbkX0h1dIwTcwhGH1mS_J8PltKean-5V-psQrV2o1qwBEw5rDcXUPKCJ4Avj5Q/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677521052726975266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3mvUQ9Ds8PjoPnyRPdjtuVAeJiuOz-1dILa1rSKzdkADyzsiK2xCZzJQ9cx4puLuzVr52Rndcfa_irbkX0h1dIwTcwhGH1mS_J8PltKean-5V-psQrV2o1qwBEw5rDcXUPKCJ4Avj5Q/s400/1.JPG" /></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruk_4eoIwrkEPoBswaymvlxI1LKdctHOensS4m4pAnmavZt6bmmF1OuWyIG5YIRu_ujTGM-7zJxQYXci_q0RlmshlwRJKBuB0C7xGzPm0SpkkvAx4nwQXRs982XvMdLnDHlaFQkF6aKg/s1600/photo4.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677521083764675666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruk_4eoIwrkEPoBswaymvlxI1LKdctHOensS4m4pAnmavZt6bmmF1OuWyIG5YIRu_ujTGM-7zJxQYXci_q0RlmshlwRJKBuB0C7xGzPm0SpkkvAx4nwQXRs982XvMdLnDHlaFQkF6aKg/s400/photo4.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkRtOZbxVQUBu0FYNSvtyc_faNzPHdhToVuTL_xCMlOgAS0qqDMEt8OrgktkCECDbnvES7LMy5zVpdqLqP0dq4zXs96NsoUOAab0a-mNGUsI20RFSLkUzyAGhdrlOw6tpZndbw_E2-08/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677521082104342130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkRtOZbxVQUBu0FYNSvtyc_faNzPHdhToVuTL_xCMlOgAS0qqDMEt8OrgktkCECDbnvES7LMy5zVpdqLqP0dq4zXs96NsoUOAab0a-mNGUsI20RFSLkUzyAGhdrlOw6tpZndbw_E2-08/s400/photo3.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">*8 month blog coming up soon....</p>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-61983491448881957232011-10-10T11:11:00.007-04:002011-10-10T15:35:06.880-04:00Harry Potter Corn Maze......Neil had been talking about this corn maze he heard about for weeks, that's in Edinboro, and we decided that we'd go....as long as it was during the day.<br />(Okay, let's be honest - I don't like this time of year. Well, I love the Fall weather, leaves changing, pumpkin patches, the smell in the air....what I don't like? Halloween. Scary movies. Anything creepy.)<br />Anyways. We went. During the day. We did find out hours before we left that it was Harry Potter themed. We <span style="font-style: italic;">almost</span> didn't go. We both don't care for Harry Potter. But since the weather was absolutely beautiful outside, how could we not go? It turned out to be extremely fun! There were 16 mailboxes hidden in there, inside were stickers w/the characters' name on them - and the goal was to collect all 16. Neil's mom Cindy had gone the day before, and found 8. So, we set a goal to at least find 9. Sooo we're competitive...don't judge. We hunted and conquered and ended up finding all 16! Josephine just hung out in the bjorn, and even though she didn't say it - she seemed to have had a good time :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The entrance (and exit).....and inside the maze...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlUAVtpEbB1oZHQsWM4-mBp7kX4PMoqjPbE5l3GyV9IbTlPkhqTUAINlussTbspM95fDMZCqafPF5zre9WnQ7j3NhqbvKBfQtxA2TqQ6wNWEMgr2AJs1qWCmwFigZujBVve90LTsmwWA/s1600/Picture+322.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlUAVtpEbB1oZHQsWM4-mBp7kX4PMoqjPbE5l3GyV9IbTlPkhqTUAINlussTbspM95fDMZCqafPF5zre9WnQ7j3NhqbvKBfQtxA2TqQ6wNWEMgr2AJs1qWCmwFigZujBVve90LTsmwWA/s320/Picture+322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661927394669515698" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBGkMqsQwRoqA-qxthN2NwOJtHcCwIPdYyyWZtOG21O20We4yuN332WgMpQeV6-LU7ng8Ml-V5JCzFaWUhQ1g-IjSjAlmkLeU5BaY7fQLdniFwabZ2kgbgJ821cTEAuScXDWs-5pEtT4/s1600/Picture+300.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBGkMqsQwRoqA-qxthN2NwOJtHcCwIPdYyyWZtOG21O20We4yuN332WgMpQeV6-LU7ng8Ml-V5JCzFaWUhQ1g-IjSjAlmkLeU5BaY7fQLdniFwabZ2kgbgJ821cTEAuScXDWs-5pEtT4/s320/Picture+300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661927402087422626" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Finding a mailbox.....falling behind for a photo....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQUIk_lZ4PeomBNJfDL6il80cuqZK5ythb-6IlTOocyF1uJvD7PJCww2Zu1ulV3PeKb_dMiueLZ4V6-_bX8EihY5ZLtGKrpdUA3e-hxG8nUSxACl0GCb-vOQRH4HujXwd0hxA1l7KRrU/s1600/Picture+310.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQUIk_lZ4PeomBNJfDL6il80cuqZK5ythb-6IlTOocyF1uJvD7PJCww2Zu1ulV3PeKb_dMiueLZ4V6-_bX8EihY5ZLtGKrpdUA3e-hxG8nUSxACl0GCb-vOQRH4HujXwd0hxA1l7KRrU/s320/Picture+310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661927407273912498" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkdidfmOqSgix5uylP3GONvDT8pC_6MPHtCzyUxO0mCb3RyD-RinblbnUw_HUkFF-l5cnIYIUyQHpoL6l0zsM15Xou8a7Q8E3YCoL07NBU_zNB7JK4wBBNDOjc9Hk10domCAni0F5Bqk/s1600/Picture+311.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkdidfmOqSgix5uylP3GONvDT8pC_6MPHtCzyUxO0mCb3RyD-RinblbnUw_HUkFF-l5cnIYIUyQHpoL6l0zsM15Xou8a7Q8E3YCoL07NBU_zNB7JK4wBBNDOjc9Hk10domCAni0F5Bqk/s320/Picture+311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661929208094846754" border="0" /></a><br />Pretty trees....second-to-the-last mailbox we found....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfhPx5FVjMLwePxNw0Iz1vDDbWFAjA8uTEetcvSchcCNcD6xyQFp_W0A5ywz3Pk391LcaAEOvUjOul72G3mcg8hhZkpwDqRsTFyYZt5N4iKo_M9-4t62chkLNT6-jcpbGcPFv0o5OM08/s1600/Picture+316.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfhPx5FVjMLwePxNw0Iz1vDDbWFAjA8uTEetcvSchcCNcD6xyQFp_W0A5ywz3Pk391LcaAEOvUjOul72G3mcg8hhZkpwDqRsTFyYZt5N4iKo_M9-4t62chkLNT6-jcpbGcPFv0o5OM08/s320/Picture+316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661929217850425490" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYosr9KPqtviSmZ8S0gSn9nEZtH63LwCWQZwufihPBaGteaGslODmMdBQg5tm2iS9Fn4Y5hGQviwy_eY2AyjEAuN1T1WKWqlvhYLStgRIZuaO1DyQilEfoHi0_Vnt0FXTQYJSHhgr-870/s1600/Picture+318.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYosr9KPqtviSmZ8S0gSn9nEZtH63LwCWQZwufihPBaGteaGslODmMdBQg5tm2iS9Fn4Y5hGQviwy_eY2AyjEAuN1T1WKWqlvhYLStgRIZuaO1DyQilEfoHi0_Vnt0FXTQYJSHhgr-870/s320/Picture+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661929191419767858" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see in the above left photo, Neil took over wearing the bjorn...<br />She fell asleep...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFr99DnJrO0U8l6Ad1U_LL9-GSAPksWBAbtzRIxKeWbMjG0zyaLtsv6SVfQdvkRzfOg15I25sgL-ygbqBJzHj93vsrvulJI87eD1UJzxfvERab8huT8YBwJJeFWDR1q_KC63MM3UZmhfQ/s1600/Picture+321.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFr99DnJrO0U8l6Ad1U_LL9-GSAPksWBAbtzRIxKeWbMjG0zyaLtsv6SVfQdvkRzfOg15I25sgL-ygbqBJzHj93vsrvulJI87eD1UJzxfvERab8huT8YBwJJeFWDR1q_KC63MM3UZmhfQ/s320/Picture+321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661929197835221810" border="0" /></a><br />Precious.<br />An aerial view of the maze:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7W5P6JsONyHcn3ZRc0Qo0ffdDWdE2KtZMlLh1mPkC0Pzs4wICevS8sGBDOeBztkBZHfiCVScqrBRuRHDCFgNAZflOlpoJMvp11TAu-S_Yld_6ZoGVxgPLNwAYv8o9bcTzaL7eCqvo3O4/s1600/Picture+324.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7W5P6JsONyHcn3ZRc0Qo0ffdDWdE2KtZMlLh1mPkC0Pzs4wICevS8sGBDOeBztkBZHfiCVScqrBRuRHDCFgNAZflOlpoJMvp11TAu-S_Yld_6ZoGVxgPLNwAYv8o9bcTzaL7eCqvo3O4/s320/Picture+324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661932512758442162" border="0" /></a><br />Can you see it?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Munchkin had a bath later that night:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvW7obREvcjst6bjVfN3Bn-uAJKZY3RAy2WkTj5px8j5uy-joeyH6Oc8gZtU1hm3SgttzLwuun3VwNtai1hOFc3zseQHYjkSyztoca6XDGfDMPw8LHEM5atf8e4IGkH8lT9C9c57WXCjw/s1600/Picture+288.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvW7obREvcjst6bjVfN3Bn-uAJKZY3RAy2WkTj5px8j5uy-joeyH6Oc8gZtU1hm3SgttzLwuun3VwNtai1hOFc3zseQHYjkSyztoca6XDGfDMPw8LHEM5atf8e4IGkH8lT9C9c57WXCjw/s320/Picture+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661931701724171394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Love her.<br /></div></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-46778679152856589132011-10-10T09:53:00.005-04:002011-10-10T11:11:46.726-04:00BrookeBrooke came to visit!!!!!!!!!<br />First, let's discuss the day of pick up. Autumn came w/me to Cleveland and we literally spent ALL day shopping. All. Day. We ate at Cheesecake Factory, which turned out to be a mistake. We ate way too much and spent way too much. It was a good time in the end - of course. I love time spent with Autumn. :)<br />Well. Brooke ended up missing her flight - not her fault...some sort of mix up w/the terminal... anyways, she didn't get in until 9:30pm. Autumn & I got to the airport about an hour early. Why? Um, because we were exhausted from shopping and we really couldn't spend one more dollar... and we people watched at the airport - that's always fun. There are the strangest people at airports.<br />Brooke shows up! Yay! We get her bags, get to the car and make our way to Melt. Melt. Yummy Melt. The kitchen closed at 11pm, and we got there at 10:30. So we rushed to place our order. Since the bar didn't close 'til 2am, we were able to just hang out & eat & catch up. Such a good time.<br />The rest of the weekend was so much fun! Brooke got to meet Josephine, and spend time with her. We had girls night Friday night over at Autumn's. Even though there were some last minute no-shows, it was a great night all around. Girl talk, coffee, snacks. I meant to take pictures of this night, but all I got were pictures of the decorations (<span style="font-size:78%;">photos below<span style="font-size:100%;">)</span></span>. Nice, right?<br />What wasn't fun? The rain. The non-stop rain. Brooke loved it, but I was getting extremely frustrated. It was perfect Fall weather before she came, and then the day of her arrival - up until she left Monday - cloudy skies & rain. Annoying.<br />Sunday we headed north, crossed the border to the Canadian side of the Falls. Regardless of the gloom, we had such a great time. Brooke was cold. I, surprisingly, was not.<br />Pictures from the weekend w/Brooke:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72RYU2d9VP3BCdBrGH6JZxCcNKjb-hOY0udMTNuqA5J5HJ91JVcknrwQQabCC3jEt1_g6jm-yhHxChSIn76od-vDlErbmdSzbXpEtCD2bxKXMbT-RVxVZoj0mYusbKNQITxohEJ3-oVM/s1600/Picture+247.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72RYU2d9VP3BCdBrGH6JZxCcNKjb-hOY0udMTNuqA5J5HJ91JVcknrwQQabCC3jEt1_g6jm-yhHxChSIn76od-vDlErbmdSzbXpEtCD2bxKXMbT-RVxVZoj0mYusbKNQITxohEJ3-oVM/s320/Picture+247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661877228784044770" border="0" /></a><br /></div>The decor from the Fall party:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEw7aEmajY7Nmi_adTlMmnD-OuuHlGg7DKcO9yX-f1TcSvOw-BNxJYxgp0BeLYAPavtjwYXpxGm8Z2bty7_97kDmTLznm-fHDpUkXyQ4CaHI9uywoBbZq3mowhqdqmmlbKpnQhGpptuU/s1600/Picture+312.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEw7aEmajY7Nmi_adTlMmnD-OuuHlGg7DKcO9yX-f1TcSvOw-BNxJYxgp0BeLYAPavtjwYXpxGm8Z2bty7_97kDmTLznm-fHDpUkXyQ4CaHI9uywoBbZq3mowhqdqmmlbKpnQhGpptuU/s320/Picture+312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661878574000381714" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6h2YnqGxl4HrojH4V0BZwSiqTAVgbyPJiJH_C8TauHBGdADikr-rZPyRyKSWZ5HcTnEldyJGpXWzPLstC3mAAZouO3vk-fNg0avqPnSgmNp6k6c7WG_GIe_wvAXBsmt5Ye-yNOj033nw/s1600/Picture+313.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6h2YnqGxl4HrojH4V0BZwSiqTAVgbyPJiJH_C8TauHBGdADikr-rZPyRyKSWZ5HcTnEldyJGpXWzPLstC3mAAZouO3vk-fNg0avqPnSgmNp6k6c7WG_GIe_wvAXBsmt5Ye-yNOj033nw/s320/Picture+313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661878576889508306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Just parked, and we eventually rode this ferris wheel:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVz-ga2Q1hYYHpbps42lbLVNoQVtPx8YqCrHrk_Iny_cr2C-ZyK-CB76JMIlqSDvEqAx2JntWl18Wc4EYxd3gu6OsA0q79E8FyIs-itXysUP9b1oWJ02pOApnZhm3oInQfogexo8_XsEs/s1600/Picture+252.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVz-ga2Q1hYYHpbps42lbLVNoQVtPx8YqCrHrk_Iny_cr2C-ZyK-CB76JMIlqSDvEqAx2JntWl18Wc4EYxd3gu6OsA0q79E8FyIs-itXysUP9b1oWJ02pOApnZhm3oInQfogexo8_XsEs/s320/Picture+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661877247041944498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Walking to the Falls:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilw2xFI41HXqcjn6FHBS3_PK7rKta736CjtY0go52c067o8F48aZOgZsQUDHiYSPs-jef1G2GrJoM-PEMftI8teJ6bR26BHJim-ZFsCmCvpOQJE0p1cfyDmpTgenIBVGxjhKKrE7NqUoc/s1600/Picture+271.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilw2xFI41HXqcjn6FHBS3_PK7rKta736CjtY0go52c067o8F48aZOgZsQUDHiYSPs-jef1G2GrJoM-PEMftI8teJ6bR26BHJim-ZFsCmCvpOQJE0p1cfyDmpTgenIBVGxjhKKrE7NqUoc/s320/Picture+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661877255543007058" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTaQzwEd4UDtv14Wncfeoc7AnOiZQQYRgOdrYzUKACxeiy06Vt_8FDL3ptGadlFaewd8OiCXI3uTa89jOXKFU2SjMAC41AxYUTlrxATQuQGvYmU1adINS9fkjPDl2BbjcSVqj1LQ-Y90/s1600/Picture+270.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbTaQzwEd4UDtv14Wncfeoc7AnOiZQQYRgOdrYzUKACxeiy06Vt_8FDL3ptGadlFaewd8OiCXI3uTa89jOXKFU2SjMAC41AxYUTlrxATQuQGvYmU1adINS9fkjPDl2BbjcSVqj1LQ-Y90/s320/Picture+270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661877237805127106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Falls:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQKa37aNjZz6iNsXoii-7-vBpxOv-Ke8VyQFTPLogX1-swS94gw52pGLquKa90dxcfxu3n2mGkzAbVnQXrUYmIvqvosmhB__3W7x7fjWc-dArcEthu6GaeY0aC_KPlY9XuXzdEqWlINA/s1600/Picture+278.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQKa37aNjZz6iNsXoii-7-vBpxOv-Ke8VyQFTPLogX1-swS94gw52pGLquKa90dxcfxu3n2mGkzAbVnQXrUYmIvqvosmhB__3W7x7fjWc-dArcEthu6GaeY0aC_KPlY9XuXzdEqWlINA/s320/Picture+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661877260490999970" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEYvejMPdF-roEjwMYMtCO8csPRYZ-bzfTFsPCQHaZjdWBTOX77Bv1HHoYA5QXBfUHd6vyYnObGgT_4aWgJJHqBuxBEotGmULA2knvvydgC19e54xT9xv2l8il6MjlJy_CqND1tcd5Fg/s1600/Picture+275.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqEYvejMPdF-roEjwMYMtCO8csPRYZ-bzfTFsPCQHaZjdWBTOX77Bv1HHoYA5QXBfUHd6vyYnObGgT_4aWgJJHqBuxBEotGmULA2knvvydgC19e54xT9xv2l8il6MjlJy_CqND1tcd5Fg/s320/Picture+275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661880276815869874" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-86605571624046858742011-09-19T18:08:00.003-04:002011-09-19T19:00:46.678-04:006 month check-up.When I arrived at Josephine's 6 month appointment at 8:25 (my appt time was 8:15) - I was accepting the fact my day was going to be bit off. I don't do late. Well...45 minutes of waiting in the lobby didn't help the situation, just got me more irritated. That wasn't the first time in this office, and guaranteed it won't be the last - but I love Dr. Fadrigo, so I put up with it. We meet w/the nurse first, she weighs Jos - 15.2 lbs...gaining 2 lbs. in 2 months. Doesn't seem like a lot, but she doesn't seem concerned. The nurse leaves, stating the doc will be right in...<br />I take this time to shoot pictures of her, because she looks so dang cute:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2iVmDpCcfIab1O5ija9jXCJwUEQRXoEFfhsiLqoijX-J7Vo9u5-DpXMPhmlKNuH1QRcmqyWesOn39G79AJ9fIshdzbUCerwi_C0VN8Bso1yBWfJaJLG2-FtRPcWcFsyBq_rAGu142ko/s1600/P1040890.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2iVmDpCcfIab1O5ija9jXCJwUEQRXoEFfhsiLqoijX-J7Vo9u5-DpXMPhmlKNuH1QRcmqyWesOn39G79AJ9fIshdzbUCerwi_C0VN8Bso1yBWfJaJLG2-FtRPcWcFsyBq_rAGu142ko/s400/P1040890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654207246199700594" border="0" /></a><br /></div>When the doc finally comes in, Jos is on the table, in her I'm-about-to-crawl position, and a "whooooaaaa" comes out of the doctor's mouth. She asks "how long has she been doing that?"<br />Dr. Fadrigo checks out Jos, and says she's doing really well. Yay! She's in the 30th percentile in weight, and advanced in her strength...saying "I bet she'll walk by 9 months." All that means to me is trouble, trouble, trouble. I already see signs of speed, urgency and determination. I'm pretty sure we'll be chasing her all over this place.<br />The appointment runs well past 10:00am, and that means well past Josephine's first nap of the day. Great. She starts to show her crankiness, when the nurse comes in w/3 needles. THREE!!!! Good grief. The nurse does her thing, 1,2,3, all while Jos is looking at me w/this terrible look in her eyes like <span style="font-style: italic;">why are you doing this to me?</span> Kills. Me. She cries, I choke up. I pick her up immediately and squeeze her and love on her. I get her dressed, and we're out the door w/7 canisters of Enfamil formula - talk about spoiled!<br />My day was non-stop since...<br />Met w/Autumn to discuss a Fall party her & I are having when my friend Brooke comes into town (next week! Eeek!). And I introduced her to pinterest.com - which is actually super new to me, but we were ooooing and awwwwing at Fall decor and foods.<br />I made my way to Wegmans, purchased some fruits to puree up for Josephine, and got all the makings of 3 days worth of lunches for me...<br />Came home.<br />Had about 20 minutes of down time, where I watched some tv.<br />Fed Josephine.<br />Started laundry.<br />Made pears and peaches for Josephine.<br />Discovered I need veggies for her - and don't have any in the house...great. We all know I need to get her on veggies PRONTO!<br />Neil came home.<br />Neil hunted for Baby Wise on amazon.com for purchase. (We want to change up Jos's schedule, now that she's getting older and eating more solids - so want a bit of help w/that.)<br />Decided to just upload it onto my Kindle.<br />Then I hear "Um Dawna, I broke your case." Ugh. Monster!<br />(He was looking for the kindle's serial number - dont know why! He just needs to log onto my account. Goodness!)<br />He is such a monster w/stuff. If something doesn't give way, he pushes or pulls - forcing it, and it always breaks. Always.<br />I immediately call Amazon. My case is pretty amazing...it has a light that pulls out of the corner, which is wonderful for night time reading. (My kindle hooks up to the case, and the power from the kindle is what lights up the case - Neil pulled on the kindle to release it from the case, and snap, the metal hinge broke off...light doesn't work.) So. Amazon. Originally, I got my case through a promotion they were doing months back - and I was sort of hoping I could get the same deal - I mean, it was 50% off the price of $60. Did NOT expect this, just <span style="font-style: italic;">hoping</span>. The customer service agent explained they didn't have any kindle case promotions at the moment, but basically said that since I'm such a good customer, having purchased a lot of ebooks recently, she will go ahead and credit my account $25, to go towards a new case. AMAZING! I love Amazon.<br /><br />As I'm finishing this off, Neil is playing his guitar to Jos - see:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9qwid2XZliLX2muxzEog-6YzZ8Lf_7YoXGnrMhFrddzksIqwhxHahw4hWp9AKMRaRCD5azBoM3uL9lytv17arAX-LXKe5WdWFqDCMtfd4O77XsXIbRwYH8gnrvcqXeKZQmLzFuDbVc4/s1600/P1040896.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9qwid2XZliLX2muxzEog-6YzZ8Lf_7YoXGnrMhFrddzksIqwhxHahw4hWp9AKMRaRCD5azBoM3uL9lytv17arAX-LXKe5WdWFqDCMtfd4O77XsXIbRwYH8gnrvcqXeKZQmLzFuDbVc4/s400/P1040896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654207251914390178" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Precious.DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-20435052535365228832011-09-17T20:45:00.006-04:002011-09-17T22:08:34.571-04:006 MonthsWow.<br />Josephine will be 6 months old tomorrow. Where has the time gone? Last night, Neil and I were looking through photos to upload onto Cindy's birthday present of a digital frame (<span style="font-size:85%;">yeah, we were late on her gift...not happy about this lateness streak i've been on...and the month started out so well...) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">and we were just in disbelief that <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> much time has gone by. And yes, like everyone said, it has gotten better - and continues to get better each and every day.<br />She is one active little munchkin. Even in her small stature, she's a pistol. And once she starts to actually move - we're all in trouble. Comparing her height w/other babies - she's petite. (She was wearing size 3 month pants today, for example) It does run in both families. Not that you can tell these days, but I was once and always had been quite small. I remained under 5 feet tall until about high school...and even then, didn't surpass 110 lbs until I join competitive sports where I gained muscle. It wasn't until I got married that all the weight gain happened...but that's been in past posts, and we're not discussing that ridiculous issue right now. We're on Josephine talk....<br />She's been on cereal for awhile now, and eats wonderfully - shouldn't surprise anyone...<br />We did start her on apples a week ago. <span style="font-style: italic;">Which I made myself, thank you very much! </span>But by the end of this week, she has broken out in a nasty rash on her bottoms - this is no bueno...especially during a diaper change. So, we continued on cereal, but stopped the apples - at least until we talk to her pediatrician, which she's scheduled for her 6 month check up on Monday. Good timing! It hurts every ounce of me when she starts to cry from the pain...(ugh, and I just felt them again as I typed that, thinking back on today - poor baby!) We stocked up on creams and lathered that cute tooshy all up! Hopefully by morning it will have subsided.<br />She is <span style="font-style: italic;">almost</span> crawling. She gets on all fours:<br />See...<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdUOjH1SixpFi4DGXfk1pp1rJUza-w4rst9ziJYjYlyz_SG69XVkiTEDtRimjlO_pUoF2WkmNbFxbFCN2mD4_QXWXDpvOjX4f1VctvtH9PG0q7vxqYv59LoUomKEZYk_PPKYhJI2PVdg/s1600/Jos+6+months.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdUOjH1SixpFi4DGXfk1pp1rJUza-w4rst9ziJYjYlyz_SG69XVkiTEDtRimjlO_pUoF2WkmNbFxbFCN2mD4_QXWXDpvOjX4f1VctvtH9PG0q7vxqYv59LoUomKEZYk_PPKYhJI2PVdg/s400/Jos+6+months.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653508217758104418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">And shifts front to back, huffs and puffs - it's the cutest thing. Even when she loses control and goes splat, head first into the floor - she doesn't cry, she scrunches back together, butt in the air, and gets r</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ight back up. She does this caterpillar shift thing to get to where she wants to go. It's hilarious.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And she's sitting by herself (<span style="font-size:78%;">sort of...she falls over after awhile)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aXR0_p3_Y_VyG25F2tU46Z49KS-4KPaMhDxXyFcxWawya4WO3_DctJP9qyvrYHORTEH9Gex4PuID0mnXrZQx2CblZD_g74Gc7A28u_MLkGSD-E08LXcgUkqu6FKNrIgCS53grO5KPTg/s1600/Jos+6+months1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aXR0_p3_Y_VyG25F2tU46Z49KS-4KPaMhDxXyFcxWawya4WO3_DctJP9qyvrYHORTEH9Gex4PuID0mnXrZQx2CblZD_g74Gc7A28u_MLkGSD-E08LXcgUkqu6FKNrIgCS53grO5KPTg/s400/Jos+6+months1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653510983258491922" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Cindy has been dying to buy her a walker. Now....we've read all the dangers, and are aware that she needs to be monitored at all times when in one...but we all know she's going to have a blast in that thing bolting from one end of the kitchen, to the other. I'm pretty sure we're going to regret this decision when are ankles are black & blue and scraped up....we just couldn't help ourselves. I had one as a baby, and so did Neil. And when my mother babysat, all the babies she watched were always rolling around the kitchen in one. She can't quite touch the floor yet, but take a look at this cuteness:<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbUifUt-IwMK4CmZmDohks_IW-2t1_i1x5bCEcK-uDVBv6nGV9_7qXXhMOL_Hb9qdwnQQfdxUPh45dygcYFRXbciuzhXq3Ss5F_1RrL6oQX4zoioR11ZLaZfT6kqY5LcRn6MFJtGtEgY/s1600/Picture+211.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbUifUt-IwMK4CmZmDohks_IW-2t1_i1x5bCEcK-uDVBv6nGV9_7qXXhMOL_Hb9qdwnQQfdxUPh45dygcYFRXbciuzhXq3Ss5F_1RrL6oQX4zoioR11ZLaZfT6kqY5LcRn6MFJtGtEgY/s400/Picture+211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653512064151357250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(In the background, you can see our gift to Cindy - it's a photo of us in San Diego on our </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">3rd anniversary.)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">These last 6 months have been amazing. She is SO FUN!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-65427559765114145412011-09-02T14:41:00.011-04:002011-09-05T16:53:32.516-04:00Catchin' UpAugust was a busy month! With family coming into town, weddings, a birthday party, festivals, extra hours at work...it was a good month - that's for sure. The month started off with the Kalvelage wedding, which I posted about already. A week later our friend Erin threw a surprise party for her husband Leroy. That was a good time! Neil was in charge of keeping Leroy busy all day and I went to the house to help set up. Josephine was totally content just playing w/her toys:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjSeXVTBwiS_xWp74bjRj7KqkScbfNpY9kdA38PJ8UYNBxT_Hah0KeoW6DMYu-efxYy_ln0_aKBtlF6t-686HG52l9tuq1DCKw0EEJ50PR_S0nycL7iI9PgXBR7pPtotl8_krC_X-Syg/s1600/Picture+109.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjSeXVTBwiS_xWp74bjRj7KqkScbfNpY9kdA38PJ8UYNBxT_Hah0KeoW6DMYu-efxYy_ln0_aKBtlF6t-686HG52l9tuq1DCKw0EEJ50PR_S0nycL7iI9PgXBR7pPtotl8_krC_X-Syg/s400/Picture+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648908532722370530" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Didn't get any pictures of Leroy & the surprise because I was in charge of the video camera. And then just forgot all about it for the rest of the party....<br />A couple days later Grandma Campbell came in from Florida...Josephine's only great-grandparent. Neil's brother Nathan and his wife Linda came in a couple days after that. Having them all here was so amazing. Cindy hosted a dinner that same week...boy did she out do herself. No surprise though. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hartman Style</span>. Even with the 13 in attendance, there were so many leftovers, we have dinner prepped and frozen for about 5 nights. Ridiculous.<br />I took some pictures:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">4 Generations<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSisCrWGzcaulV4GAQxSJvyDNeDoXhJijdMJAsQ1iF9TY3pPvf1Y5DX9aWFnAGmWqJfd9hit0f9MLac3Zxqetz-MX8hQ3kdrNryWyYOfOQw-YxLBFNqXztFLwQ1SnWozOyhBEDbqV0Uag/s1600/Picture+116.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSisCrWGzcaulV4GAQxSJvyDNeDoXhJijdMJAsQ1iF9TY3pPvf1Y5DX9aWFnAGmWqJfd9hit0f9MLac3Zxqetz-MX8hQ3kdrNryWyYOfOQw-YxLBFNqXztFLwQ1SnWozOyhBEDbqV0Uag/s400/Picture+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648926115954173618" border="0" /></a><br />Uncle Nathan<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-7OdSCgo-FrpP5l20vWah2qyuN1tI5J7kBISPemZJ_nmLtHM6vi6supN5MecOs3BhyphenhyphenJBZIRMXwAaATyYi2FuGgn2Eo0gImbT7sfQLwlr4RRUv__pDZaD_M2AVkCBoY4abTM3e5c5D4U/s1600/Picture+135.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-7OdSCgo-FrpP5l20vWah2qyuN1tI5J7kBISPemZJ_nmLtHM6vi6supN5MecOs3BhyphenhyphenJBZIRMXwAaATyYi2FuGgn2Eo0gImbT7sfQLwlr4RRUv__pDZaD_M2AVkCBoY4abTM3e5c5D4U/s400/Picture+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648927085772607410" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb7XqFJIIL88StP9eM2v7htkC2sKK1CYetWRWKoriwdkUOZ05iiIPJPXfHKYhw6r97sFL49pvugYfeq_RH3llnd_hKYFJ1DvBOw88rmcH9MdXNDcvDqkbIvVK18ceQpPAYwW_VqLAuE0/s1600/Picture+158.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb7XqFJIIL88StP9eM2v7htkC2sKK1CYetWRWKoriwdkUOZ05iiIPJPXfHKYhw6r97sFL49pvugYfeq_RH3llnd_hKYFJ1DvBOw88rmcH9MdXNDcvDqkbIvVK18ceQpPAYwW_VqLAuE0/s400/Picture+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648927089872488050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">(None with Aunt Linda. How is that possible? So upset right now. Just noticed this!!!!)<br />The weekend they were in town, it was the weekend of Celebrate Erie, or as everyone who has lived here longer then 15 years or so, call it Erie Days...we've gone every summer since we moved to Erie, and it's always an interesting time. It's a good time, don't get me wrong...but always interesting. People watching, yummy fair foods, seeing friends...we look forward to it :) This year, we made our way downtown two nights in a row. Didn't see that coming! With family going one night, and then other family members going the next...we couldn't <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> go. The only picture I got of the festivities? The chalk drawing our friend Joel did:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8mdtuodqfzLjmXiMYIkGmGUbklLVNVzLELukzIU4AoosqUIop-5pzNLzFGh7VO3qChssLyHWPjnF7sIEt0Tq31mq3l-cwsjRaXG-AvmaGMcFPAujxUUQ-WM0a3PxKeqmP-7PA7DyGB4/s1600/Picture+150.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8mdtuodqfzLjmXiMYIkGmGUbklLVNVzLELukzIU4AoosqUIop-5pzNLzFGh7VO3qChssLyHWPjnF7sIEt0Tq31mq3l-cwsjRaXG-AvmaGMcFPAujxUUQ-WM0a3PxKeqmP-7PA7DyGB4/s400/Picture+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648929954067054162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">14, my favorite number! And the drawing - awesome as always. Why I didn't aim the camera towards me, and my munchkin is so strange. She was such a trooper! Both nights, just hangin' out in the bjorn w/mommy. At one point, she even fell asleep in it. Precious. And also impressive because it was LOUD. It was a great couple of nights, running into friends - like Mr & Mrs. Q., always a pleasure to see them! It was their first time seeing Jos, so it was nice we were able to see them & spend time w/them.<br />We had such a good time w/Nate and Linda, we were so sad to see them leave. We did so much with them. Ate a LOT - I can't even admit to what we ate....ugh....<br />We've had some cooler nights these last couple of weeks (minus the last few days) - I was excited to put Josephine in some super cute pajamas. For example:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG_8HRPp2cEIUUraWc8dDgooCMufa36I9Z9hFvY19ZNj7nV3F5VSZ_lwPM00hdD313rQhQl-aOV8WQOIcPkaxpsUVhDeVvk5Le2zJsPcoxa0tvSreY-nvnnYBVhHDVuGzBn1bVnMNHNY/s1600/Picture+169.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG_8HRPp2cEIUUraWc8dDgooCMufa36I9Z9hFvY19ZNj7nV3F5VSZ_lwPM00hdD313rQhQl-aOV8WQOIcPkaxpsUVhDeVvk5Le2zJsPcoxa0tvSreY-nvnnYBVhHDVuGzBn1bVnMNHNY/s400/Picture+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648934225612156802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Last weekend started off with Joel Quiggle's Art Show, which was so great! We left baby Jos with Grandma, and spent a couple hours hanging out w/friends and seeing ridiculous good art. All done by Joel. Along w/his older brother <a href="http://davequiggle.tumblr.com/">Davey</a>, these guys never disappoint.<br />The following morning, I went to a huge Indoor Yard Sale that my boss told me about. Whether I buy anything or not, I love going to these things. It's nice to get out of the house, and the chance of good finds for my house is always an added bonus. I brought Jos w/me, and she was amazing. I originally was just going to head to this sale by myself, but when I mentioned it to my friends Taiya and Carly, they were in. Since the warehouse was near where they live, I picked them up and we headed over. I came out of there with a couple kitchen items, and a pretty great chair...that Neil dislikes, but I don't care. He says that about every item I come home with. What does he know, right?<br />That same Saturday, we attended our friends Selena and Tony's wedding that was actually held at Saint George's Catholic church - where Neil went to grade school, so that was fun for me to check out. This church was breathtaking on the inside w/all the stained glass.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Neil and Josephine<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHzvju4_fGoMLIW28520-I6LvhovBZOG1hxTKG2MzygkLW-AC83uSZOO4U8vvoqAB025tttXa0_KJPOmqLySwUV4ucEkPjEBYe0Dhly_if2QGS0C-70ekdc6BDvPAFNYmemuNYc5uqeY/s1600/Picture+183.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHzvju4_fGoMLIW28520-I6LvhovBZOG1hxTKG2MzygkLW-AC83uSZOO4U8vvoqAB025tttXa0_KJPOmqLySwUV4ucEkPjEBYe0Dhly_if2QGS0C-70ekdc6BDvPAFNYmemuNYc5uqeY/s400/Picture+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648936337841846754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This past weekend consisted of a lot of hanging out w/good friends....<br />Sean came over on Friday, and we talked and hung out all day. I loved that. It's been awhile since we've had good quality hang out time w/this man. He's had a busy summer! I left at one point to return a redbox movie, and came home to this:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTfl8hhzyLOX5t6d7Z5Hkb9U4B2_SbrmXfbl5r5YpVRBWul6JK2RXdjI6Jbc_59LeT96HwmyeHrJAS1Y4iBWaMKTblE98ARPtxX9n3BT73bsKgs8F2_dM0nH8y55_lY06330PZJazjDw/s1600/Picture+207.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTfl8hhzyLOX5t6d7Z5Hkb9U4B2_SbrmXfbl5r5YpVRBWul6JK2RXdjI6Jbc_59LeT96HwmyeHrJAS1Y4iBWaMKTblE98ARPtxX9n3BT73bsKgs8F2_dM0nH8y55_lY06330PZJazjDw/s400/Picture+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648965247139092386" border="0" /></a></div> </div>Apparently he had her laughing while I was gone. Can't believe I missed that! Which then leads me to say, my daughter is pretty stinking amazing. She is <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> smiling and having a good time. Unless Leroy is around. For some reason, she cries when she sees him. So sad.<br /><br />Well...The next morning, I had made plans to hang out with Autumn. I was there for hours and hours...which is always so awesome. We don't even do anything. I just go to her house, bring Josephine...we drink coffee, eat and chit-chat. I just love that. We've also been spending a lot of time with the Hamps, and that night, we had them over for dinner. With their new addition on its way, it's fun being able to pass on advice to them when asked. What I learned early on in my pregnancy was that everyone and anyone is going to give you advice, whether you ask for it or not. So I've learned to give advice, when asked.<br />The month of August just flew by...Constant on the go, and extra hours/days at work - I'm exhausted. Which is why I'm spending Labor Day at home, with zero plans - except to make burgers for us to enjoy :)<br /><br /><br />(Just had to make phone call to the Erie Police Department because a cat and her kittens have been discovered under our shed we don't use out back. Of course, the Animal Dept. wasn't open today, due to Labor Day. Annnnnd...it makes sense why Cali constantly wants to go outside.)<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-36573510584664443712011-08-07T22:55:00.013-04:002011-08-12T09:30:33.683-04:00Kalvelage weddingThis past weekend we celebrated our friends Bryan and Christina. It was such a beautiful and fun weekend. Neil has been blessed to have Bryan as a friend since very early on in his life. Not many can say they've been friends with someone for over 25 years. Growing up, I was barely friends with someone for 25 minutes I moved around so much. I am always astonished when I hear about friendships lasting so long. I love it.
<br />Friday night was the rehearsal, and dinner:
<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Neil, Trevor and Lucas
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<br />Bryan and Neil
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<br />Bryan and Christina
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The next day was the BIG day! It was a hot/humid day. All it took was me going from the house to the car, carrying Jos - and I was sweating. Bleh. Thank God for air conditioning! I picked up Cindy, and we made our way to Grace Church. Found Neil. Took this picture:
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">While we waited for the ceremony to start, had to keep Josephine entertained:
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<br />Ceremony:
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVq22d-gOu9EDwzClK-am7Acm7yWYzFle7YsUmK2eiZG0XJuaHDHNo15UVh9bgii9rhDUmWqlIUwpuYGGZxyGB9DudOVUpQbmT2wDI-ti3HGoAUzdMrug6O5R7bbgeg2_9GHLUGAqh1ek/s1600/Picture+101.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638316811915050642" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVq22d-gOu9EDwzClK-am7Acm7yWYzFle7YsUmK2eiZG0XJuaHDHNo15UVh9bgii9rhDUmWqlIUwpuYGGZxyGB9DudOVUpQbmT2wDI-ti3HGoAUzdMrug6O5R7bbgeg2_9GHLUGAqh1ek/s320/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>After the ceremony, we had some time inbetween so I went home & put Jos down for a nap and got her fed. Cindy then came to my house - and we headed over to Zem Zem, a shriner's club where the reception was being held. I was really looking forward to having Josephine meet and spend time with family/friends - but she had other plans. Well...actually....this didn't surprise me. If I'm an eye shot of her, she gets upset that I'm not the one holding her - no matter where we are. Unless of course the one holding her is Daddy or Grandma. She will first give me this look like "am I okay?" and then that'll lead to "why would you do this to me? do you not love me?" kind of look. Then the tears will come. And it's not fake tears. It's serious. It actually got to the point that Grandma couldn't even hold her. I had to be the one. Trying to eat/drink with those crazy uncontrolled hands reaching - not so fun. I was sitting at Christina's family's table, and Cindy was at Bryan's...I cannot express how lovely these people are. They all offered to take Jos while I ate, deal w/the crying - and I did try it - but I didn't want to ruin everyone's time. Because when she cries - it's LOUD. Cindy ate, then like we planned - took Jos home & watched her the rest of the evening. Seriously. I have the BEST mother-in-law. Let me just say, my bicep was <em>burning</em> by the end of this day holding that 14 pounder. Neil and I got to dance and mingle. It was such a good time. Oh and when I say dance, I mean slow dance - and then the ladies (4 of us) danced when it was more fast tempo. It was such a great weekend!!!!! Neil and I feel so blessed to have been a part of it all....
<br />DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-26330907802736966712011-08-01T13:16:00.004-04:002011-08-01T13:45:04.396-04:004 Months<div style="text-align: center;">After a bath...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4vYfDTS-BCnznf8_5jIGb04TXl-E8VrkJupbygRyP5sCQO7Uie4XPozPBU_Fx7tRhvno4ectKcoTwj5hu9e19e9sJEtrth_UovzVNUiwnhZud_QQeWO2nSU2h0674TpiIG87grgnhIY/s1600/Picture+284.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4vYfDTS-BCnznf8_5jIGb04TXl-E8VrkJupbygRyP5sCQO7Uie4XPozPBU_Fx7tRhvno4ectKcoTwj5hu9e19e9sJEtrth_UovzVNUiwnhZud_QQeWO2nSU2h0674TpiIG87grgnhIY/s320/Picture+284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635939086470592258" border="0" /></a><br />Not too happy about this, but it is cute...(notice the index finger on her nose?)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WZwgvodizvdI7so8f7-hLW8Mt0MfqOGh6CO0pKXcuK3nnbMXS7N1PaWiTQ5POJaPr28xIbKYnoJN8nLb5OyYQUTAs05EBugVS1P-hWj0Bhbq6kBrobHWWpBhhxMbwAwOEWSi44gS3GE/s1600/Picture+256.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WZwgvodizvdI7so8f7-hLW8Mt0MfqOGh6CO0pKXcuK3nnbMXS7N1PaWiTQ5POJaPr28xIbKYnoJN8nLb5OyYQUTAs05EBugVS1P-hWj0Bhbq6kBrobHWWpBhhxMbwAwOEWSi44gS3GE/s320/Picture+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635939096245846402" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPil68fWlbdEdymY719VyI597oKsFeuD7gLHfkOj0N5FE7WyUwoJJW5-Vb4eoN_Wegz50lRguRM1X3_7jP6fh7rxzi_X7gmsotoGB3kwI55rZJb3dprx76IlwjC27VB92v3R71KEsyTI/s1600/Picture+243.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPil68fWlbdEdymY719VyI597oKsFeuD7gLHfkOj0N5FE7WyUwoJJW5-Vb4eoN_Wegz50lRguRM1X3_7jP6fh7rxzi_X7gmsotoGB3kwI55rZJb3dprx76IlwjC27VB92v3R71KEsyTI/s320/Picture+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635940412718512802" border="0" /></a><br />Cereal messyness. It's unavoidable.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Jiv9gsXtD7wPWy-xAGWZLaBOXJjjWPkU4XuiGaw5VSYDE8pErsD-iGWMfwCuqcke68UfhPbIgxahvfxT1IKKZch737KA_LgsBORjNieEU4BjVs8DVExjkiUlN18z9c0jCAAg4XgQtZc/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Jiv9gsXtD7wPWy-xAGWZLaBOXJjjWPkU4XuiGaw5VSYDE8pErsD-iGWMfwCuqcke68UfhPbIgxahvfxT1IKKZch737KA_LgsBORjNieEU4BjVs8DVExjkiUlN18z9c0jCAAg4XgQtZc/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635939099158678418" border="0" /></a><br />Content in her high chair, hanging with mommy, watching Veggie Tales...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwED0HTHBzpVc5_b4IcbvJkKoszAPmmTj2jPASeQw6oh6y948CtYfrKDOgUHTCWgl0LyWG-VgitanQITO8a_9WyCLuArkbaw3wzAhsxHt12UL6yEn51A8WfOy1HlGsytUy5tj9oJ5zT4/s1600/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwED0HTHBzpVc5_b4IcbvJkKoszAPmmTj2jPASeQw6oh6y948CtYfrKDOgUHTCWgl0LyWG-VgitanQITO8a_9WyCLuArkbaw3wzAhsxHt12UL6yEn51A8WfOy1HlGsytUy5tj9oJ5zT4/s320/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635939108336144242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Right now I hear her in her room, talking and playing - awake 30 minutes early from her nap. So, I have to make this quick. Some things we've learned this past month? Doesn't care to drink/eat her formula past 3ozs or so. Would rather talk/smile with whoever is feeding her. The rest of her feeding is always a battle. *Sigh*. Likes cereal. Hates cereal after about 5 minutes. Likes being read to some days. Hates being read to other days. Sucks her thumb when tired. Sucks her thumb when she's upset & does it to calm herself. Loves Cali & always tries to grab her face. Can roll from her back to her belly. Cannot roll from her belly to her back. Loves her owl "lovey". Loves her giraffe w/all the gadgets in place of limbs (see photo directly above). Is extremely happy to just be with either mommy or daddy. Likes watching daddy play video games (ugh). Smiles/laughs at Veggie Tales. Likes playing "under the sea" (floor play thing). Is very ticklish. As soon as I make eye contact with her, a smile just lights up across her face...that makes me melt. <span style="font-style: italic;">I love her more and more each day....</span><br /></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-7977795892883103022011-07-24T09:29:00.003-04:002011-07-24T09:54:54.915-04:00Seven<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">7 years ago I married my best friend<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPptHa4RYDm5W0lz3hhM3Qq3-zGlVTh9q1EPmGmbvdP37oA35vKStu6KF5VoyeJkrf83AHj_oSzSh7YtuR-7ZNTWV5RgaXtGBD4t-EF80bcJMi9MmW8fW5fCSr6ewSMMO8NVWjdtBr1c/s1600/Picture+196.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPptHa4RYDm5W0lz3hhM3Qq3-zGlVTh9q1EPmGmbvdP37oA35vKStu6KF5VoyeJkrf83AHj_oSzSh7YtuR-7ZNTWV5RgaXtGBD4t-EF80bcJMi9MmW8fW5fCSr6ewSMMO8NVWjdtBr1c/s400/Picture+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632915132608026706" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5ivfcPmtAfv5vBgSfgFT6AMrT5iBPoOjjX2XuDb8TKMFIQKLzxW2OTKouHjHHiHWjWFIxgvVlW8M-X7AHU7NvaEi1SfCffD3PY-4DU9GsiSnZcbmDI2SYvG69yjpYmNF9_tHl1if-us/s1600/NeilDawna1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5ivfcPmtAfv5vBgSfgFT6AMrT5iBPoOjjX2XuDb8TKMFIQKLzxW2OTKouHjHHiHWjWFIxgvVlW8M-X7AHU7NvaEi1SfCffD3PY-4DU9GsiSnZcbmDI2SYvG69yjpYmNF9_tHl1if-us/s400/NeilDawna1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632915941492028242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In front of our bestest friends:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvadAFiE6yaNJhoAE66g6tgAsWZ7-qOLRBHjC-31r7SJVzO4Clm63vW1evFQsNpGyhguBKJW3O399hQOO8imPxYeKYIo0lHZT-dEhD87LGU3H1AiZdHMRa0gPZszMG6gHU3Mx4CVSIVk/s1600/Picture+027.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvadAFiE6yaNJhoAE66g6tgAsWZ7-qOLRBHjC-31r7SJVzO4Clm63vW1evFQsNpGyhguBKJW3O399hQOO8imPxYeKYIo0lHZT-dEhD87LGU3H1AiZdHMRa0gPZszMG6gHU3Mx4CVSIVk/s400/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632915148733623730" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdhFwVoCOsELmfaLpwyGOi7Dd5jNmThqGt10llh7VNmNhJxPykloHL43HAf41FJxC224tI4CrGUeuPIOLdKShUNsoYqm4ZzP2c_j2R7m5T045HxXTH0XQYZAzDE4TJINpf-4lKNFx1fs/s1600/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdhFwVoCOsELmfaLpwyGOi7Dd5jNmThqGt10llh7VNmNhJxPykloHL43HAf41FJxC224tI4CrGUeuPIOLdKShUNsoYqm4ZzP2c_j2R7m5T045HxXTH0XQYZAzDE4TJINpf-4lKNFx1fs/s400/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632915140610100098" border="0" /></a><br />It's been an amazing 7 years....<br />A lot has happened.<br />Honeymooned in Mexico.<br />Lived in a pretty great apartment for a few years.<br />Moved to Erie, PA from Murrieta, CA.<br />Bought a house.<br />Had a baby.<br />My heart is full.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-68400165165484301392011-07-05T13:02:00.009-04:002011-07-05T14:46:29.238-04:004th of July weekendIt was yet another glorious 4th of July weekend here in Erie. The weather was <em>perfect</em> both Sunday and Monday. Which was good because we had plans.<br />Saturday we just wanted out of the house, so we packed up the little munchkin and headed to the mall. It was waaay too humid out to really do anything else, and since thunderstorm like clouds were threatening, we went for the "indoor" activity. I really wanted to go to Presque Isle and walk for miles, but I was too nervous we would get rained on. Anyways. To the mall we went. Who was the absolute perfect 3 month old? And who was getting gawked at the entire time? Josephine. We attached her giraffe that makes 4 different types of noises, to the stroller and people were just drooling over the cutenss. I mean really, how can ya not? Seriously. Neil & I each got ourselves a pair of sunglasses and just walked every inch of the mall, minus going in the actual stores. Too dangerous. I have a tendancy to want to buy everything. By chance though, we walked into the Shoe Dept., and I came across super cute Converse:<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTel3A4WmAvBCibTO5ckfhtfUrY6u5ShMkKXDWDtMtBbw467Thq9f6ad925hdV8LLoNBuMFYaRVFgO5rdRwa52pT1lKcrpioZzrLMXSjuxHEMK-zJyXL_8VZo5UJfZOYMv1C7TAP66Nfg/s1600/sea+star+converse.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625919788039538546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTel3A4WmAvBCibTO5ckfhtfUrY6u5ShMkKXDWDtMtBbw467Thq9f6ad925hdV8LLoNBuMFYaRVFgO5rdRwa52pT1lKcrpioZzrLMXSjuxHEMK-zJyXL_8VZo5UJfZOYMv1C7TAP66Nfg/s200/sea+star+converse.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">Cute, right? I got such a good deal on these, even Neil said: "You can't pass that up." That never happens!Sunday we went to church, then eventually headed over to Neil's uncle's house. It was such a good time! They have a gigantic backyard, and there's always lots to do. When it came time to feed little Miss Josie, she wasn't havin' it. Too distracted. So Neil took over. He has more patience then I do with her dramatic temper tantrums. <em>If you just fight through it, she'll eventually eat...</em> Which is true. I just hate dealing w/it in front of others. Sure enough, she drank the entire bottle. Which then leads to a happy baby. Some pictures:</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXD3vQa_UFCUBhxSaROFSBhvmUHjBVzYeJWwKEYoSzzTKeUOdFi5rZJqx8bYe9t1BI4qkI2KMW2l0ZdLcYmqtjENcrmZ0TyFMyhjk30y9yNTrJvWZMMYQsm27a9fCHnm8Ua8NdWDpADQU/s1600/Picture+014.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625922972267280562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXD3vQa_UFCUBhxSaROFSBhvmUHjBVzYeJWwKEYoSzzTKeUOdFi5rZJqx8bYe9t1BI4qkI2KMW2l0ZdLcYmqtjENcrmZ0TyFMyhjk30y9yNTrJvWZMMYQsm27a9fCHnm8Ua8NdWDpADQU/s320/Picture+014.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejMiECAt7HFN0d4UAofp6ryoXvL63F0nrFh7MYE891I8HFW3xG7z-1JPccjiUU6MQNFjKvWsqO-rynWGBPacsbLtjjlxfoGjHWPjgg_j8vuCR3kRtq-DXZuk_h16QjzXPBWQyUKlY4vI/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625922953823672786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejMiECAt7HFN0d4UAofp6ryoXvL63F0nrFh7MYE891I8HFW3xG7z-1JPccjiUU6MQNFjKvWsqO-rynWGBPacsbLtjjlxfoGjHWPjgg_j8vuCR3kRtq-DXZuk_h16QjzXPBWQyUKlY4vI/s320/Picture+013.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAmbJLRD9GRg7joR4jnHvU2hQi8ptISIglnoy1XWR0Q2Uk1lthZ0jnWUwuV5iLhZnXbzIxlvSfkTQ-7DoT6s9mdOBK9WCLBB_DbDjmIUqv0cADDMVYiAvqsQCTjA7Xfb_vtFc8b_L5js/s1600/Picture+035.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924558648259970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAmbJLRD9GRg7joR4jnHvU2hQi8ptISIglnoy1XWR0Q2Uk1lthZ0jnWUwuV5iLhZnXbzIxlvSfkTQ-7DoT6s9mdOBK9WCLBB_DbDjmIUqv0cADDMVYiAvqsQCTjA7Xfb_vtFc8b_L5js/s320/Picture+035.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV58ngtTQq6H4205lhVGPcYYaVlT5L3UD3Yyr0lFP1taFCsYxKVdst-sAwFpzGvBps-zRJ7YMTRsjcPGYuO7JodSjWHEYUGsTaJLNZJtQ0A1Y0bboZI5gbIW5DclmT3NQg3K6iuNV2beo/s1600/Picture+031.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924549021505970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV58ngtTQq6H4205lhVGPcYYaVlT5L3UD3Yyr0lFP1taFCsYxKVdst-sAwFpzGvBps-zRJ7YMTRsjcPGYuO7JodSjWHEYUGsTaJLNZJtQ0A1Y0bboZI5gbIW5DclmT3NQg3K6iuNV2beo/s320/Picture+031.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">I would have a love/hate relationship with such a big backyard. They do such a good job maintaining it too. I just love spending time back there. And of course, there's always this type of picture to post....he's ridiculous...</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoosc3-ZKvigZbxC2bYrePfrSlWA9CxCcoqmuWrsUINHu5c1pdwernD-27ot0o9SFGR7tRL2JNm4FSHl2_D88dbnyZy_Ndd71yIsIxtMB3sUf2nIOCln8WozfdXQ32MAx0hK6z0gtoRo/s1600/Picture+039.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625924649958658418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoosc3-ZKvigZbxC2bYrePfrSlWA9CxCcoqmuWrsUINHu5c1pdwernD-27ot0o9SFGR7tRL2JNm4FSHl2_D88dbnyZy_Ndd71yIsIxtMB3sUf2nIOCln8WozfdXQ32MAx0hK6z0gtoRo/s320/Picture+039.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">Monday I spent the entire morning doing laundry...then we headed over to the Atzert house. Did I take any photos? Nope. Not happy about it either. It was such a great time, I'm beyond upset I didn't capture of it in photos. Oh well. I always feel at home at their parties. Especially in the summer, when everyone's skin is bare and tattoos are visible for all to see. I tend to feel like a freak everywhere else I go here in Erie. It's becoming more and more common for people to be tattooed up - but not so much for the ladies. Autumn made a comment like "I wonder what the neighbors must think looking over here". Now, this is Autumn's house & she's married to Ryan who is covered in tattoos...and she really doesn't care what the neighbors think. We had a good laugh about it, as we surveyed the yard. Not only do these guys have tattoos, they are <em>covered</em>. Neil calls Sean "the painted man" - it's hilarious. Josephine was sooo good too! I love it. She was smiling at everyone. It was precious. </p>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-46594354293942410152011-06-18T20:09:00.004-04:002011-06-18T21:33:54.056-04:00Happy 1st Father's DayHappy 1st Father's Day to Neil!!!<br />He is truly the <span style="font-style: italic;">best</span> father.<br />His father would be proud.<br />His grandfather would be extremely proud.<br />I am so blessed, Josephine is blessed.<br />I have to be honest, when I was pregnant with Josephine, I was a bit nervous. Neil didn't seem to understand the pregnant-lady struggles. He definitely didn't know how to handle my emotional breakdowns. And those happened quite often. I just really didn't know what to expect once she came into the world. Especially not having an ounce of experience with babies... He really impressed me. He just jumped right into fatherhood. I don't even think I made a bottle in the 1st month of her existence. And with our washer & dryer down in the basement - Neil was on laundry duty for about 3 weeks. He hated it, but didn't complain.<br />As Josephine is getting older, and her personality is starting to come through - Neil is really enjoying this whole parenting thing. He loves making her laugh, and reading to her...it melts my heart to see them together.<br />What is so amazing? That I can leave for hours at a time and don't have to worry - at all! Since he's off for the summer, it's daddy-daughter time 3 days a week. This last week was his first week doing this...he looked a bit drained at the end of each day...and made a comment like: <span style="font-style: italic;">I really need to thank my mom...those are long days...</span>Uh. Thanks babe...I took that as a compliment to me as well....<br />Happy Father's Day babe!!!!!! I love you.<br />This video is from day 2 of him being a daddy: <a href="http://youtu.be/DG2GTJnsPgo">Neil 03-20-11</a>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-63904361103896147322011-06-18T16:40:00.006-04:002011-06-18T16:57:35.027-04:00She's 3 months old...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Josephine Jimza Hartman<br />3 months old<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLrowzNjmQiSfOQFYiMnHofF1LF_2EvNMVlvOOiAwfM1pC57LrrNc9Hr_kFtx6CU_x8T_BIS0pIBkiRa4ienylyjOP5RchZBVrQWgR4ImIRhHowq5fBgsDWydmfVbkLnLt-aJ815Ks88/s1600/Picture+070.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLrowzNjmQiSfOQFYiMnHofF1LF_2EvNMVlvOOiAwfM1pC57LrrNc9Hr_kFtx6CU_x8T_BIS0pIBkiRa4ienylyjOP5RchZBVrQWgR4ImIRhHowq5fBgsDWydmfVbkLnLt-aJ815Ks88/s400/Picture+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619665170492954322" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkcgPh5usTnFj47S0-8U6mqhtyCYrbffqmfz_fgkvC0yDTzUUlpkonZfiwJq26_9vrSBpZifRLOkoo3OI03lIDOo1IKru_djMRyu2ApYF6044gqPQYnfO_y6y81Tqwxc86WQJ9Ed5xSk/s1600/Picture+069.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkcgPh5usTnFj47S0-8U6mqhtyCYrbffqmfz_fgkvC0yDTzUUlpkonZfiwJq26_9vrSBpZifRLOkoo3OI03lIDOo1IKru_djMRyu2ApYF6044gqPQYnfO_y6y81Tqwxc86WQJ9Ed5xSk/s400/Picture+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619665159299621410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3m-Ag-4qjot14gT6lsxMqZ2KMklgbRh1NJMZr5GTGqxvCGFzHPOcB4HBKLR4GsCqw6sqzzoEazVMRURhUdj_0ea7Li2csfbA-XwhwACvAWK1z-Ti2xm4hBh1qV0rA5IOKgnDc-yBU9I/s1600/Picture+083.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3m-Ag-4qjot14gT6lsxMqZ2KMklgbRh1NJMZr5GTGqxvCGFzHPOcB4HBKLR4GsCqw6sqzzoEazVMRURhUdj_0ea7Li2csfbA-XwhwACvAWK1z-Ti2xm4hBh1qV0rA5IOKgnDc-yBU9I/s400/Picture+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619665192270347170" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzp97vSHjNmmtg2lRzUZNaq_ZtwEoluBYRrXc7hbpAiQaeI7UDMUtlCkijcgMly8l7qjsqYRMuqegHG2rzr6AWNoo6q0JiNQoRtHLbtkWycx_aSSF2wrEv3WYPY2Wlf4wx9JYScM1wk0/s1600/Picture+079.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzp97vSHjNmmtg2lRzUZNaq_ZtwEoluBYRrXc7hbpAiQaeI7UDMUtlCkijcgMly8l7qjsqYRMuqegHG2rzr6AWNoo6q0JiNQoRtHLbtkWycx_aSSF2wrEv3WYPY2Wlf4wx9JYScM1wk0/s400/Picture+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619665592991574594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">We don't have any pictures of us as a family - how is that? I need to get on that....and pronto!<br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-71907655508493748322011-06-15T10:22:00.003-04:002011-06-15T13:08:00.308-04:00DownInTheDumpsI took my usual Tuesday night weights class last night. I've been back at the gym, taking this class, along with one other for about 6 weeks now. I don't feel like I'm getting stronger. I didn't realize what great shape I <em>was</em> in before pregnancy - until now. I knew it would be hard, and continue to be hard - but man. I didn't think it'd be <em>this </em>hard. During the ab section of the class, I was having a heck of a time pulling off the moves. I eventually gave up, and just went back to the basic sit-up. My instructor made it a point to make a comment at the end of class that it takes a really long time to get back to doing such hard moves after a long break from doing it...especially after surgery. She had a c-section herself about 8 years ago, so she must feel my pain. Guaranteed she bounced back a lot faster - she's in incredible shape, and has been at it for like 15 years. But annnnywaaays.<br />I guess I thought it would easier to jump right back into it. Not to mention I'd like to get back to jogging. Pre-pregnancy, I was doing 3 miles and getting good at it. And it took me a <em>long</em> time to get to that point. I have to start all over again...Ugh.<br />I'm going to try things a little different this time around. I found this article online, and it provided a guide to follow. For example: Walk 5 mins., jog/run 1 minute - do this for 30 minutes. Once I can do that, walk 4 mins., jog/run 2 mins....and so forth... Seems pretty simple. Eventually I should be able to run the entire 30 minutes, and then progressively get faster. My ultimate goal is 3 miles in 30 minutes. I wonder if I can do this by the end of the year?<br />Another thing that has me downinthedumps: My mother hasn't met Josephine yet.<br />No comment on that really.<br />But you know, at the end of the day - God has blessed me with this amazing little family.<br />Look...I'm already feeling better. :) Josephine is SOOO fun these days. Talking and smiling. Neil sent me this picture at work today:<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU0cbxSwxKinY2cvHJ1DWGNnJBz8X31r83RLyspGJ-ZBDZVL1tqd6lDL4PJYktMN-97aEFLhyyYyYgGc-54SqjQht_U925XNJGGjLZ1X4jbH_5l9HK8CoKbLzCgcFktmhqs-u-iwKhno/s1600/Jos+061511.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618493179154456546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU0cbxSwxKinY2cvHJ1DWGNnJBz8X31r83RLyspGJ-ZBDZVL1tqd6lDL4PJYktMN-97aEFLhyyYyYgGc-54SqjQht_U925XNJGGjLZ1X4jbH_5l9HK8CoKbLzCgcFktmhqs-u-iwKhno/s320/Jos+061511.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">Seriously. I died. She looks so cute. And if someone can find me a hat that's infant size, and white - I would greatly appreciate it because this navy blue one isn't going to cut it. It doesn't match anything in her wardrobe! Goodness I love her!!! Wow. Feeling <em>a lot </em>better now. </p>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-79341310900159280622011-06-09T10:52:00.003-04:002011-06-09T11:21:30.857-04:00phew!I made it through yet <em>another</em> cold winter here in Erie. Why am I blogging about this fact in June you ask? Well, it was literally cold a month ago. I was waiting for the consistency of warm days, and it's finally happened! Yippy! Of course now that the heat is here, I have something to complain about - the humidity. You have no idea what this does to my hair. Thankfully I have found a wonderful product that controls this frizz-chaos: Pureology Super Straight serum. It's amazing! The price? Not so much. I was hunting around on ebay looking for shoes, and I thought to hunt for this stuff...and look! There it was. After great communication with the seller, I found out she had only used it twice, and it didn't work for her - what?! I put a bid in, and WON!!! Yay. I got it for only $10. Okay, and another thing - unlike my husband, <em>mr. i don't sweat</em>, I sweat. With this humid/thick air, it's like no mercy. I have no escape. At least in CA, you can hide under a tree, and there's usually always a breeze.<br /><br /><br />Okay. Why am I complaining? This is stupid. There's no snow on the ground, and it's above 50 degrees. Shut.Up.<br /><br />Jos is giggling. Good grief it's the cutest thing! And talking. When I read books to her, she talks back - I'm like, pay attention missy...she just comes back at me with a smile. Adorable.<br />And she's growing out of her clothes!!! Ahhhh, I need to do more shopping! She's fitting perfectly in 3 month sizes, and I'm pretty sure next week they won't fit. Well...3 month onesies & sleepers. Her 0-3 month pants still don't fit around her waist. It's hot, she doesn't need to be in pants - I know. She does have some adorable dresses that are so close to fitting her! Yay!<br />She's <em>almost</em> rolling over. She's kind of been at this stage for awhile, mainly because she likes to sleep on her side. It's so cute watching her get comfortable. When it's nap time, she always prefers her crib where she can talk to her friends that float above her in the mobile. Love her!<br /><br />Tomorrow is Neil's last day of work for the summer. I'm bringing Josie in to show her off to his co-workers. Of course, Neil doesn't understand the chaos/infatuation of a new baby. When I brought this up to him, he was like "why?" I said, just inform the ladies in the office that I'm thinking about it, and you see their reaction. Of course, I was right. They are so excited. Us women and babies. Don't men understand?<br /><br />Don't have any new pictures of Jos. I'll post them when I take more.<br />Next week the Q's are coming into town. I can't explain just how excited we are! Having good friends meet Jos is so fun. I can't wait.DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307715465853492567.post-56070070170846645362011-05-20T14:01:00.005-04:002011-05-20T14:39:42.939-04:00RecapThis is a recap of the last couple of weeks....<br />Our flower tree in the backyard had created quite a mess, but it looked awesome. Neil suggested we take some pictures with Josephine. Since I don't like to have my picture taken, he was the chosen one to sit w/her under the tree. Take a look:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyINe8o1o9GxfkzTXVI4KSYg5Br0eSA7IEMPDXONtVAVZeK0tJh73rSd1qbYbK_lC30rc-QxbFFgoJoYeTvzrCyLu2jjis-u8RSMWOR-aBv-WV1eZKTB94pij-7ef3iQ74MvJROIQMPCA/s1600/NeilJosie+5-12-11b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyINe8o1o9GxfkzTXVI4KSYg5Br0eSA7IEMPDXONtVAVZeK0tJh73rSd1qbYbK_lC30rc-QxbFFgoJoYeTvzrCyLu2jjis-u8RSMWOR-aBv-WV1eZKTB94pij-7ef3iQ74MvJROIQMPCA/s400/NeilJosie+5-12-11b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608861487845911874" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GtPfUj1jJqYZGspq-U48qfD7u4T2kiWcQBPRq5zmdPM8N7NMWQuTdvER8pxpQwmVNeHYpP18YfqajNlc8fGkugEuODSI9JZ0LYMGl9rYYHnK8FvIklt24BQUw1Kpmy8tA0copebE1H0/s1600/NeilJosie+5-12-11a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GtPfUj1jJqYZGspq-U48qfD7u4T2kiWcQBPRq5zmdPM8N7NMWQuTdvER8pxpQwmVNeHYpP18YfqajNlc8fGkugEuODSI9JZ0LYMGl9rYYHnK8FvIklt24BQUw1Kpmy8tA0copebE1H0/s400/NeilJosie+5-12-11a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608861496543467986" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gdvVmfhCLgsqYIT5ke1_BR6TwFjqljVhvIVhNpq9fPr78OhrJy0Zmp0QOwRcOKBZh1ziL3W4wzCywbPb87EwNjjhDggDPiw9ceaZJmdSS2Lu62z0mWoKBpBdrrFxs6sOI_2jf5EjiNE/s1600/NeilJosie+5-12-11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gdvVmfhCLgsqYIT5ke1_BR6TwFjqljVhvIVhNpq9fPr78OhrJy0Zmp0QOwRcOKBZh1ziL3W4wzCywbPb87EwNjjhDggDPiw9ceaZJmdSS2Lu62z0mWoKBpBdrrFxs6sOI_2jf5EjiNE/s400/NeilJosie+5-12-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608861503163545474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Josephine also turned 2 months old this week. It has been sort of weird actually...like...she's our daughter. Ours. Whoa. I've dreamt of this moment, having a family. And it's here. Now. I'm living in my dream life NOW. I could not feel more blessed. Well...I guess, it could be better. For example. If I were living back in California where my closest friends live, and where my mother is. It makes me sad that some of the most important people in my life haven't even met her yet. Thankfully my sister Eva was able to come out...she is the only family member from my side that has met her. It's quite sad. Now, don't get me wrong...I have super close friends here in Erie. One in particular? My girl Autumn. I'd be lost without her. And Neil's family is undeniably the best family anyone could be married in to. We are beyond spoiled. You all know this. But my mom. My <span style="font-style: italic;">mom</span> hasn't even held her first granddaughter yet. Ugh. I'm getting sad. Moving on...<br /><br />At about 9am this morning I heard the mail being dropped in our mailbox. As I opened the door, expecting a chill to hit me, a warm breeze smacked me right in the face. Aaaaah. Warmth. I immediately started to calculate when I would be feeding Jos next, because right after that - in the stroller she will go and outside we will be. What else did I decide? To attach Cali to the stroller and have her join us. It was a challenge because she's a puller - but I did it! Our friend Joel down the street was out mowing his lawn, so we got to visit with him. I hated having to come back home! I wanted to walk for the rest of the day....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq_F7OBDOV8sOrtWpT91_nrAuUIp3RAzshCn8_TcCixNFGwoiwehyy0ctsBjz5J90-CPm-ZWkfX0KFbzGI5C56B7y4nRgYYshkGP4pFVBtGJLiU8N1f264xM534U_FhAP-2BGc_9NnJk/s1600/JosCali+5-20-11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq_F7OBDOV8sOrtWpT91_nrAuUIp3RAzshCn8_TcCixNFGwoiwehyy0ctsBjz5J90-CPm-ZWkfX0KFbzGI5C56B7y4nRgYYshkGP4pFVBtGJLiU8N1f264xM534U_FhAP-2BGc_9NnJk/s400/JosCali+5-20-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608867403056457314" border="0" /></a><br />And look at this tree in our neighborhood....soooo pretty:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvTQIRewuFVdqteKJIt6-nXPaAmHWwlKE0FwZnkmHCcG2z1hiAjzxIA5KR7v2r4IiggUzCcW9h_DpgZ4Tp_pNkcNnpJoqeOpqwqfSA-k_2VFLhxti2TJNPpCI6GMGnjOAseEwqppfpA0/s1600/Picture+068.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvTQIRewuFVdqteKJIt6-nXPaAmHWwlKE0FwZnkmHCcG2z1hiAjzxIA5KR7v2r4IiggUzCcW9h_DpgZ4Tp_pNkcNnpJoqeOpqwqfSA-k_2VFLhxti2TJNPpCI6GMGnjOAseEwqppfpA0/s400/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608867417543132178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Oh and this is funny. I was trying to get Josephine to <span style="font-style: italic;">smile for the camera</span> and this is picture one...then picture two....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX8wHuGwmeJU60d0NziCd_F4a63fMeumwtdAL9hiEO6gs9AocgtzanldCh5y9BF-WJsJ02k93Qo9ePaGCIUBzGYE1gn6wy5892oR3YkWg57up8eNn3pJnC6bV6XKserEO8NnuEl0x7-c/s1600/Jos+5-20-11a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX8wHuGwmeJU60d0NziCd_F4a63fMeumwtdAL9hiEO6gs9AocgtzanldCh5y9BF-WJsJ02k93Qo9ePaGCIUBzGYE1gn6wy5892oR3YkWg57up8eNn3pJnC6bV6XKserEO8NnuEl0x7-c/s400/Jos+5-20-11a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608867418171419474" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gscmna0kYyNMrvbOaGn222cNEvNXPzRZgKYHX6ZdSy10TSY9x8_-YpkzovqwNHvyyEOzr-9wOBm1hDIzbdpEmQAFlPPfPP5rZxl3vPvaB6Is7VNw6cBfSJW-MqsxbCzt4asEfiAfWTk/s1600/Jos+5-20-11b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gscmna0kYyNMrvbOaGn222cNEvNXPzRZgKYHX6ZdSy10TSY9x8_-YpkzovqwNHvyyEOzr-9wOBm1hDIzbdpEmQAFlPPfPP5rZxl3vPvaB6Is7VNw6cBfSJW-MqsxbCzt4asEfiAfWTk/s400/Jos+5-20-11b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608867424990512162" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>haaaaahhaaa. Love her. She is so dramatic.<br />(That isn't genetic, is it?)<br /><br /></div></div></div>DawnaHartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07249896556570049407noreply@blogger.com0