tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76253289125575015612024-03-05T22:14:21.065-08:00Life in the Fulmer LaneKWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-62393953107823095092012-02-29T07:55:00.001-08:002012-02-29T07:56:28.533-08:00Coming Soon ...Hey friends! So I have a fun little announcement, I'm starting a new blog! I've had so many people that have had issues reading now that it's private <i>AND</i> my amazing blog designer offered to create a new one, that I decided to move forward. The difference is this one will be very vague. No names, locations <i>(i.e. I'll just say we live in Texas)</i>, I will approve all comments <i>(to make sure no one mentions anything personal in them)</i> and the title will not have my last name in it. This way everyone can read without having issues signing in. <br /><br /><br />I will let everyone know when Fabulous K is done with the design, until then I'm getting excited! <br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-65003281723890798032012-01-25T19:32:00.000-08:002012-01-25T21:21:42.535-08:00Apology.<div align="center">Okay friends, I have an apology/confession to make. For my lack of blogging. To be honest? I just haven't been motivated to. Don't get me wrong, I have a beautifully full life with a sweet precious toddler who literally fills my days with joy, smiles and giggles. I just feel like I'm boring now. Like I have nothing to offer you but mundane updates about the every move that my boy makes. Incessant pictures of him doing the mundane updates that I update you with. And basically,<em> BORE YOU TO DEATH</em>. And I don't want to do that. Well, I don't want to do that to anyone other than my mom that is. She would love it.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Another confession? I'm having a hard time getting motivated to blog in general. Why? <em>(Now it's about to get real personal up in here) </em> Because I went private. And going private means not having a bunch of followers. And? I really liked that. I'm just being honest here folks. I liked the comments, I liked seeing that little followers number pop up, I <em>LIKED</em> feeling <em>LIKED</em>. Narcissistic? </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong>I think so.</strong></em> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I could sit here and make a ga-jillion excuses as to why that is. I could explain that I was a chubby adolescent and was teased a large portion of my ages 10-14 year old years. That my peers called me fat, ugly, worthless on a<em> DAILY </em>basis. That it still affects my self esteem and messes with my self image. And the fact that I had followers, whether or not they were people I knew or didn't, that would make positive comments? Made me <em>FEEL</em> good. Made me feel like I was worth something. Basically like I walked into the cafeteria, the cool kids asked me to sit at <em>THEIR</em> table at lunch and then the captain of the football team asked me to the prom.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">And that's not right. Hence part of the reason I decided to go private. A large part was for privacy purposes. But this was also a big portion of it as well.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">A few weeks back I prayed that the Lord would bring to light areas that were keeping me from drawing nearer to Him as well as areas in my life that He wanted me to change. And this was one that was loud and clear. There are certain times in my life I <em>KNOW </em>that the Lord is speaking to me. This was one of them. Because goodness <em>KNOWS</em> <strong><em>I </em></strong>for sure didn't want to do it. But I knew I had to and did so pretty soon after. He basically was saying <em>"Katie, your blog, facebook, friends, family, WHATEVER does NOT give you self worth. Does NOT make you "cool". Does NOT satisfy any need that I can't. I DO. Me alone."</em> And He does. <em>SO</em> much more than anything on the world wide web could. Or anything else for that matter. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">So where does that leave me? Well. Not blogging. Very much at all. And that's something I need to wrestle with. Because this isn't something I started to do<em> (initially) </em>because I had followers, or because it made me feel <em>"cool"</em>, or because I had<em> (have) </em>a darling blog design. I decided to do it because I love to write. And make people laugh and smile. Whether it's 500 people or 5 people, that shouldn't make a difference. And whether I write about doing the same thing day in day out shouldn't either. I'm still me. I still have humor to share. I still enjoy using this as an outlet for whatever I need it to be that day.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">But most of all? I love y'all for loving me enough to even care to read. And I want to thank you for that.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">So in the meantime I will pray to hear the Lord's voice, <em>(something I never want to cease praying for)</em> spend more time with Him and really make an effort to write more.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Thanks for listening if you've made it this far. I sure do love y'all!</div><br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-53391755062333283732012-01-24T08:00:00.001-08:002012-01-24T08:03:33.574-08:00Since I'm the Worst Blogger Ever.I'm just going to post this link to two articles I've read recently. Wonderful for all you mommies. <br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.ncregister.com/blog/to-the-mother-with-only-one-child">To the Mother With Only One Child</a><br /><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/glennon-melton/dont-carpe-diem_b_1206346.html">Don't Carpe Diem</a><br /><br />I hope you appreciate them as much as I did. <br /><br />Happy Tuesday friends!<br /><br /><br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-35106830142959211322012-01-12T08:39:00.000-08:002012-01-12T08:42:38.577-08:00Private = Boring.<div align="center">So apparently going private = going boring. This<em> MIIIGGGHHHHT</em> be my fault. Okay, that's definately my fault. Maybe I meant <em>LAZY</em> not boring. Truth be told I just don't have a <em>WHOLE</em> lot to update y'all on.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The Mister's out of town, C has a cold/teething/snotapalooza <em>(but luckily is still in a precious mood)</em>. I have allergies <em>(HELLO Texas weather, make up yo' mind PLEAZ! 70 degrees/40 degrees/60 degrees/30 degrees rain/sun/clouds/sun/rain. MY SNEEZE REFLEX DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOU!) </em>which makes sleeping borderline impossible. We both pretty much stay in our jammies all day <em>(because why get dressed when you don't have to? HELLO more laundry to do? NO thankyouverymuch)</em>. So, like I said. Boring.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I<em> DID </em>have a fun little girl's night last night at my house. The theme was bring something that you got for Christmas that <em>wasn'tsomuch</em> ... ahem ... your taste? To then swap it in a White Elephant-like gift exchange. Actually, who are we kidding, the theme was <em>"get mommas/wives/girlfriends together and have some girltime"</em> but mixed in there somewhere we played the White Elephant game. And funnily enough, C <em>LOVED</em> what I ended up with ...</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Sorry it's sideways. Hopefully y'all have laptops and can just lift up your computer and turn them counter clockwise. I sure do love that little booty-shakin' boy. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">That's all from this Princess of Boredom! But that's okay. I like my boring days with my anything <em>BUT</em> boring boy!</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-75535242738372586692012-01-08T08:04:00.000-08:002012-01-08T08:04:54.258-08:00Photo Opp ...<div align="center">This was absolutely one of those<em> "run and grab your camera"</em> moments. Little guy totally went and plopped down, next to Koda. In this shirt. In the perfect spot.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em><strong>Priceless.</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77fxjPx0IQUDotybcIgyrodf_VRU7OO1NVwpO6QTJlqVMfPchhrqAUUIoVOxCt0UVUHu9ZR6UtnDRiYEnxAg7qNe4MYdRwV3aOCry2BKGKvTLMQt3ZvO8Sy2pKEqDyvBCQ5AVgm2E9PEb/s1600/IMG_2373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77fxjPx0IQUDotybcIgyrodf_VRU7OO1NVwpO6QTJlqVMfPchhrqAUUIoVOxCt0UVUHu9ZR6UtnDRiYEnxAg7qNe4MYdRwV3aOCry2BKGKvTLMQt3ZvO8Sy2pKEqDyvBCQ5AVgm2E9PEb/s400/IMG_2373.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Koda does not look amused.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have a feeling there is going to be a lot of <em>"the dog did it's"</em> in my future. Until he has a younger sibling.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Man these two are cute.</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-6396367313583856682012-01-03T09:10:00.000-08:002012-01-03T21:07:42.855-08:00Back to Life, Back to Reality ...<div align="center">Anyone else <em>LOVE</em> that song? Just me?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Moving right along.</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So today the Mister went back to work and the holidays are officially over. Sad, sad, <em>SAD</em> face! I'm still in a bit of a post Christmas de-partum depression. It just doesn't feel as cozy once Christmas is over. Don't get me wrong, I love everything about winter time. The clothes, warm coffee drinks, fires in the fireplace but after Christmas is over I'm honestly ready for it to warm up and for Spring to come and visit. But I'm pretty sure we'll have a few snow/ice days in our future and hopefully that'll mean the Mister will get to stay home and we can have a few days of locked up in the house, watching movies and sitting by the fire, family time.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So how was everyone's holidays? Ours were perfect. We started out with my family's annual White Elephant exchange at my Mama's house. We ended up with a pretty candle, a box opener (?) and a minuature flashlight <em>(again, ?)</em>. It really is a wonder the Mister married me after being introduced to the circus that is my family. We sure do have a lot of fun!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HUUlcET5EJwRgYp3hziAiOx1tCm6Pqg9iEdBAhS9Vyv3GJ656lLuVzhanuuRvisoi4GIjoaK6OhIbQQoooPFXjzkqKqhF753dMNYdaFvrT8oiuoqhid6Pkyo4XEW3FBRkC65NuTuXXfi/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HUUlcET5EJwRgYp3hziAiOx1tCm6Pqg9iEdBAhS9Vyv3GJ656lLuVzhanuuRvisoi4GIjoaK6OhIbQQoooPFXjzkqKqhF753dMNYdaFvrT8oiuoqhid6Pkyo4XEW3FBRkC65NuTuXXfi/s400/image.jpeg" width="290px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The next event on the agenda was my parent's annual holiday party joined by a few of my favorites, my brother and Silly and my MOH and her darling boyfriend.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We woke up bright and early the next morning to join my brother, stepmom and dad for a quick trip to Coon Creek and enjoyed some family time <em>(i.e. hunting time for the Mister)</em> ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXjhAaHmpvy1pg3QgXzawBXFvyz6ztisMcFb-MRyc6cKpNXUT7R6fHpE3Bf8psdDFf6BU_q2Ehef3SYHTH7d9LL_Ej5Mb4j66-Zr6XwEEwxWmxjxwVL4aTgOabSUF9Uw0W5OnIbQtOXKd/s1600/image4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXjhAaHmpvy1pg3QgXzawBXFvyz6ztisMcFb-MRyc6cKpNXUT7R6fHpE3Bf8psdDFf6BU_q2Ehef3SYHTH7d9LL_Ej5Mb4j66-Zr6XwEEwxWmxjxwVL4aTgOabSUF9Uw0W5OnIbQtOXKd/s400/image4.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day was Christmas Eve, we joined my family at the candlelight service at church, definately my most favorite service of the year every year ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGt3fpoazZg32vimhqNAT9mt_p7FgKhRyMDFdFP9Dw3jce7Js5E7UeKLyOWDAawKmoOlhSjnmzqsIummDTtJFHZtMi7SlvCCh7yaBng9hUDG8gG5hF7ekF19XaAJ8NBqrGRJ-zuiu4_xK/s1600/image5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="357px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGt3fpoazZg32vimhqNAT9mt_p7FgKhRyMDFdFP9Dw3jce7Js5E7UeKLyOWDAawKmoOlhSjnmzqsIummDTtJFHZtMi7SlvCCh7yaBng9hUDG8gG5hF7ekF19XaAJ8NBqrGRJ-zuiu4_xK/s400/image5.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{Cutest thing ever, we taught him to say "ho, ho, ho" which comes out "huh, huh, huh"}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoSuXugIm314kCDw331A5j4okc_t1MkbRyWeJGjYu_kbvr24wkcHWH_LMdlzZKhXiWtW_injI4oxKl2B5lDlHxSWmyT6-ngIDT81WngAjZEl2WEXRaVefLedOnS4BAua0hqv_wpofRsbc/s1600/image6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoSuXugIm314kCDw331A5j4okc_t1MkbRyWeJGjYu_kbvr24wkcHWH_LMdlzZKhXiWtW_injI4oxKl2B5lDlHxSWmyT6-ngIDT81WngAjZEl2WEXRaVefLedOnS4BAua0hqv_wpofRsbc/s400/image6.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Christmas was fast and furious as usual. The way I'm used to, and the Mister is <em>GETTING</em> used to it. Seriously, it's a wonder he married me ...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtrCUCV3B4wySqoXUiLS5AMozCCnjow-gE-hx-xA5WpZ39124X4P6meR0bdHwk_bRyRQ04t5XvJi22P6DZe8_cs1XHGIJs6Y42TxG457MCD3cTJK29O6AZXqx3sHwTpqmWBeYCPBRvPUF/s1600/image9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtrCUCV3B4wySqoXUiLS5AMozCCnjow-gE-hx-xA5WpZ39124X4P6meR0bdHwk_bRyRQ04t5XvJi22P6DZe8_cs1XHGIJs6Y42TxG457MCD3cTJK29O6AZXqx3sHwTpqmWBeYCPBRvPUF/s400/image9.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tRjHVR8esvH6LJ4w-YGPsYKLGpLpxVWGkZ3m3ypDZdzixKEdzKP0w5ff4wYyCOMjksaNCpHwd1AMUenJTtsvqZ7CFpFs6VlfUImbiHHpst_CylsxvAgyQpfHvDdw9pnG9eLLuTc9wcXP/s1600/image7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tRjHVR8esvH6LJ4w-YGPsYKLGpLpxVWGkZ3m3ypDZdzixKEdzKP0w5ff4wYyCOMjksaNCpHwd1AMUenJTtsvqZ7CFpFs6VlfUImbiHHpst_CylsxvAgyQpfHvDdw9pnG9eLLuTc9wcXP/s400/image7.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPsia1OxjaLX7etkN8Bmrh45jmO_sBKry765Vk7w49ap0slndZFWT5DgXBCPfw8nCK9hkxXKhcIkB4wfDGeNwF91knxvacc2fkNCCLBcZF2gXXivQgxvk9KX4vPJlI4t_N2HHwpaZDBz3/s1600/image8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPsia1OxjaLX7etkN8Bmrh45jmO_sBKry765Vk7w49ap0slndZFWT5DgXBCPfw8nCK9hkxXKhcIkB4wfDGeNwF91knxvacc2fkNCCLBcZF2gXXivQgxvk9KX4vPJlI4t_N2HHwpaZDBz3/s400/image8.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{Favorite present of the day? The universal remote from his uncle Mike!}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We ended the day at home, by the fire, with a baby cozy in his bed, watching Christmas movies. Beautiful ending to a beautiful Christmas season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Mister was off all the way through the new year so we took some time to take little man to start some Christmas traditions. One of which was visiting the trains at North Park. I grew up going to the trains with my dad and have loved it every year. I wanted to start this tradition with Caleb and I'm <em>PRETTY</em> sure he didn't mind it ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIu7y2_zYZg3ZSb7t4Edktk7LUl0E4KFsOFBIt3KT3lmcgFE9AzyGbQQT7nNIJiV11cua5gWEMLLSolLSd9VFFVdw9U3MtKb0N9A-twjKsqNbeiIqMuAJLV33KkpcvXIRCtWGNfAEw_5k4/s1600/image12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIu7y2_zYZg3ZSb7t4Edktk7LUl0E4KFsOFBIt3KT3lmcgFE9AzyGbQQT7nNIJiV11cua5gWEMLLSolLSd9VFFVdw9U3MtKb0N9A-twjKsqNbeiIqMuAJLV33KkpcvXIRCtWGNfAEw_5k4/s400/image12.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6z2PJOyl1xorNfuGN84K5U5jhyCL5noQeIcf5PRg95PP1To7UXqt3Za_Q11LGlBVAgp7pgWHM11Vxn5E1cnIWfmfrQTJJIW4BPcVxbyTzHkUpaJBbSY3uqjX497HiuaZFGjSX2JUNKHLd/s1600/image13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6z2PJOyl1xorNfuGN84K5U5jhyCL5noQeIcf5PRg95PP1To7UXqt3Za_Q11LGlBVAgp7pgWHM11Vxn5E1cnIWfmfrQTJJIW4BPcVxbyTzHkUpaJBbSY3uqjX497HiuaZFGjSX2JUNKHLd/s400/image13.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{Mommas lookin' a little rough. No makeup, thrown on random clothes, few extra holiday pounds ...}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhDMkfL2R_GF31aEQ0uGbqLeWoVxspdYN_aUj9epbRXp_22hC5c9fylSzTIBxtSQEZdev3-7RvuyglwS2m8n0WhNl4zk1c49TTeKJ3wyoa9cIN3W33pdEon675NmypjUyBvEVc5xdrouC/s1600/image14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhDMkfL2R_GF31aEQ0uGbqLeWoVxspdYN_aUj9epbRXp_22hC5c9fylSzTIBxtSQEZdev3-7RvuyglwS2m8n0WhNl4zk1c49TTeKJ3wyoa9cIN3W33pdEon675NmypjUyBvEVc5xdrouC/s400/image14.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGfHlXMLpFgP8KYUvJZ0_l2O8H5AfID9zvQuoKE99Qll7QMS5vp6FRdYJha-QdvHFCPJHH5-JI7bG4O_J9qArOOgqyqEXntMi8-Dg85VpmSXBiZ-EMv7LWaO8kSUFapNJK-7LADeHPd_9/s1600/image15.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGfHlXMLpFgP8KYUvJZ0_l2O8H5AfID9zvQuoKE99Qll7QMS5vp6FRdYJha-QdvHFCPJHH5-JI7bG4O_J9qArOOgqyqEXntMi8-Dg85VpmSXBiZ-EMv7LWaO8kSUFapNJK-7LADeHPd_9/s400/image15.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEi8VXbweu5s_tNovwPRNQCgxRsO3auEavq7Nv5lyN8TGeGppchnPlfcWi3qhmpka2V0jZWomV8PHpkoEi9FC6vABp-nSfgWa33cxu_QZdwThutDWNH0CpAkGzsnZDMLPVuUD2mcCKc1mQ/s1600/image16.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEi8VXbweu5s_tNovwPRNQCgxRsO3auEavq7Nv5lyN8TGeGppchnPlfcWi3qhmpka2V0jZWomV8PHpkoEi9FC6vABp-nSfgWa33cxu_QZdwThutDWNH0CpAkGzsnZDMLPVuUD2mcCKc1mQ/s400/image16.jpeg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He kept saying<em> "Ooooohhh, ooohhhhh"</em> and pointing. Precious. I'm totally loving this age. Who am I kidding, I've loved every age. I'm thinking it's probably just because I <em>LOVE</em> this kid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day was New Year's Eve. I'm not going to lie. If I had it my way we'd go out and do it up right on New Year's. Not necessarily because I <em>LOVE</em> New Year's, more because I <em>LOVE</em> having an excuse to get dressed up! <br /><br /><i>And on a sidenote, I'm pretty sure I've met my quota on using the word love.</i><br /><br /> I mean, I spend 350 days out of the year in VS sweats or work out clothes. Having a chance to put on makeup, a cute outfit and actually <em>DO</em> my hair is very appealing to me. The Mister? Well, he's an 85 year old man trapped in a 30 year old man's body. Plus he hates New Year's Eve. Pair those together and you end up with a husband who's in bed at 10:30pm leaving you downstairs to watch the ball drop by yourself. And honestly that's fine, we had <em>SUCH</em> a fun, relaxing night at home that involved pizza, candy and wine. This was <em>PRE</em> resolutions of <em>COURSE</em>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfEPdO5JamrWNBfuRncdCCK9tacRya8gZP0CsPuChHFXBMtbpNse-X-bFU6TjYbfblVsK6YJUpFzsOx_VykTH2j-l5XsirMSNLm9O0iWcC9yvQF44dVN4ah7uty1m8Gy16q0_ZMjtcRlR/s1600/image18.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfEPdO5JamrWNBfuRncdCCK9tacRya8gZP0CsPuChHFXBMtbpNse-X-bFU6TjYbfblVsK6YJUpFzsOx_VykTH2j-l5XsirMSNLm9O0iWcC9yvQF44dVN4ah7uty1m8Gy16q0_ZMjtcRlR/s320/image18.jpeg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{I mean really? Who can complain about this? Really, I just like to give the Mister a hard time. And now, I'm officially missing my Christmas tree.}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And last but not least, on New Year's Day, we took this little guy ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYD86lFidQ7CBWM2nOGDuFr8kji8N4oSyMKktDT_BGqZYhtAd1JhH3mnGS_M2-bPvb40iUIQzYuLSpPrdjNu-Tw5UIsiaXMu9mRDON-mn-AxcqdO-k44E5y53Ftw3y-WTq8cVI653ZZlNN/s1600/image19.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYD86lFidQ7CBWM2nOGDuFr8kji8N4oSyMKktDT_BGqZYhtAd1JhH3mnGS_M2-bPvb40iUIQzYuLSpPrdjNu-Tw5UIsiaXMu9mRDON-mn-AxcqdO-k44E5y53Ftw3y-WTq8cVI653ZZlNN/s400/image19.jpeg" width="297px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{So. obsessed. with channel changers.}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To my parent's house for a beautiful New Year's dinner and to watch the Cowboy's <strike>lose</strike> play.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVH9PDcDar0XrcEqStHJIr6bpj2FblBcxFwxh7mIKfPs4SeE9nfE5R0_Ovaw86X0QDGnxS0C1cWIFDDKVEXo83oNGl7dyUrb7ySCN0xSQphdZpdWMwrJxmWJTddiOrMSmJCGBGUPWPGlcw/s1600/image20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVH9PDcDar0XrcEqStHJIr6bpj2FblBcxFwxh7mIKfPs4SeE9nfE5R0_Ovaw86X0QDGnxS0C1cWIFDDKVEXo83oNGl7dyUrb7ySCN0xSQphdZpdWMwrJxmWJTddiOrMSmJCGBGUPWPGlcw/s400/image20.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The following is an attempt to get a family New Year's picture by my parent's tree ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSckgq1IadNsfbTE3a4gDh0s6KthDc1JnpNqH-ZaPq_cp53Ze972oFbaLNRciTT4e_AqL205zI40mU2to5Az-tncLDm0LClOOGeABUOf0J9G3hMxRm3-BnEk7jRAdvdGE3KlNW_GiS4rK/s1600/image22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSckgq1IadNsfbTE3a4gDh0s6KthDc1JnpNqH-ZaPq_cp53Ze972oFbaLNRciTT4e_AqL205zI40mU2to5Az-tncLDm0LClOOGeABUOf0J9G3hMxRm3-BnEk7jRAdvdGE3KlNW_GiS4rK/s400/image22.jpg" width="350px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{FAIL.}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then, enter his new obsession <em>(i.e. his aunt Ally)</em> ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV_WGomSz9wCNpmdyuXWynCYDj3pjZtmew4bo68sokxkYwFYI3NNPisSIh3hIYeAC5RBbD6e2pR17BTKOWC1boMYDasx-Ghtk9qJFDCDCVv6Q-1e5h2H33Z1U82ohDKtGcU3xecPBE9Yk/s1600/image21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV_WGomSz9wCNpmdyuXWynCYDj3pjZtmew4bo68sokxkYwFYI3NNPisSIh3hIYeAC5RBbD6e2pR17BTKOWC1boMYDasx-Ghtk9qJFDCDCVv6Q-1e5h2H33Z1U82ohDKtGcU3xecPBE9Yk/s400/image21.jpg" width="298px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{SUCCESS! Seriously, I'm pretty sure he loves her more than the Mister and I ...}</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And that's it. <em>PHEW</em>. I'm tired. That was a lot to catch you up on! Let's just go ahead and make another resolution. <em>NOT</em> to go that long between posts!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I hope everyone's New Year's were equally as loverly.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>HAPPY 2012 LOVES!!!</em></div><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-8697936910198625422011-12-17T20:26:00.000-08:002011-12-17T20:43:00.052-08:00PHEW.<div align="center"><strong>Well that was dramatic.</strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I feel like I just broke up with my boyfriend, talked about my best friend behind her back, cheated on my math test <em>AND</em> didn't get asked to homecoming all in one little click of the<em> "private"</em> button in my blog settings. But honestly? I feel <em>SO GOOD</em> about this decision. I have thought about it for awhile <em>(hello, my whole last name is in the title)</em> and have been feeling more and more led to do so, but I kept telling myself that I would be too sad to see my number of followers go.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Followers Katie? <em><strong>FOLLOWERS</strong></em>? Is that <em>REALLY </em>worth the safety and privacy of your child/future children?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>No. Absolutely not.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">For me this is absolutely the right decision. <em>PLUS</em> I can be more candid now<em> (like I wasn't before)</em> because I actually <em>KNOW</em> who you people are that are reading <em>(BTW, I was FLATTERED to find out so many people that I actually know read my blog, that's always a fun thing for a blogger to find out, especially when none of you ... ahem ... comment ... ahem. Mister, you're included in this calling out. I'm kidding of course. Kind of ...)</em> and can therefore know my audience a little better.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So that's where I stand for now. Hopefully this will inspire me to post a little more since I will feel like I'm talking to my friends <em>(which I am)</em> instead of my friends plus a few hundred randoms of which I don't know if they're other moms like me or dirty 40 year old men in their underwear eating fried chicken.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><em>Gross.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Hopefully y'all enjoy the blog just as much as you did before if not more. Here's to Life in the <em>PRIVATE</em> Fulmer Lane!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-41597800809289966622011-12-15T07:04:00.000-08:002011-12-15T07:38:22.668-08:00Fulmer Christmas Card ...<div align="center">Since I <em>OBVIOUSLY</em> can't get it together to do an actual post <em>(as evidenced by the fact that I haven't posted since last TUESDAY)</em> I'm just going to post our Christmas card this year, since they've all officially gone out and have been delivered to their final destinations.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Seriously I have one child. And I stay at home. What am I going to do whenever we decide to add another little Fulmer to the bunch? <em>{Did I mention he now crawls up on things, pulls off the ends of door stops and eats them and tries to put his fingers in every socket imaginable?}</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Get it together Kate ...</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Okay, no more rambling. Here's our <em>AMAZING</em> card done by my <em>AMAZING </em>Silly<em> (SIL) @</em> <a href="http://pinkdoordesign.com/">Pink Door Design</a>. I'm not sure if she can still do designs before Christmas, but I've been telling y'all to use her greatness for any of your party, announcement, invitation needs. I promise she <em>WON'T</em> disappoint!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9w3Ll_H8Ceh-W8ytZM3JdWudnUiKi5oazohNHCFkbknktE-VkVVs75-qjpXY61lj8TIwawwrhdjNn2zvQ5cvesw_1tY80QrKBHgqX1mARkT9xap0as33_BDntpHCzKUr2mqqSf37QrQxX/s1600/Fulmer+2011+Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9w3Ll_H8Ceh-W8ytZM3JdWudnUiKi5oazohNHCFkbknktE-VkVVs75-qjpXY61lj8TIwawwrhdjNn2zvQ5cvesw_1tY80QrKBHgqX1mARkT9xap0as33_BDntpHCzKUr2mqqSf37QrQxX/s640/Fulmer+2011+Christmas.jpg" width="560px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>MERRY CHRISTMAS</em> from our family to yours!!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-58780670331758270392011-12-06T21:53:00.001-08:002011-12-06T21:57:02.241-08:00A Gift Guide for Guys ...I just <i>HAD</i> to share <a target="_blank" href="http://www.fabulouskblog.com/2011/11/wish-list-from-boys.html">this post</a> with you loverlies. One, because I thought that any girls needing help in the <i>"getting their certain someone that certain something"</i> area would appreciate it but also, because a few of the Mister's fraternity brothers and good friends are some of the guys highlighted in the post.<br /><br />Oh <i>AND</i> also because it's done by my friend and fabulous blog designer as well. Duh. <br /><br />Enjoy!<br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-65651061546416630512011-12-06T02:23:00.000-08:002011-12-06T02:23:00.863-08:00One Year Photoshoot!<div align="center">Well, I showed you the sneak peek. And the rest were just as amazing as the peeks. I won't blubber on about how amazing Becky Z is or her knack with kiddos, I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves. There is one that I won't share until later, only because we're using it on our Christmas card. So here you go, my little 1-year-old's 1 year photoshoot!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The last two he's doing his <em>"excited face"</em>. He does this every time he's excited about something or sees something new. It's stinkin' precious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks to the <em>AMAZING</em> <a href="http://www.beckyzphotography.com/blog/">Becky Z</a> for such a precious memory!!!</div><div align="center"></div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-67597635005034516452011-12-05T09:45:00.000-08:002011-12-05T09:56:02.169-08:00Thanksgiving (AND A Giveaway Winner!) ...<div align="center">I have funny stories to tell and 1 year pictures to post but have a runny-nosed, clingy sweet little guy that wants to be on the computer as <em>SOON</em> as he sees momma on it so I have to be quick. I'll catch y'all up on Tgiving.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We did the usual gauntlet run of my tons of family locations starting at my aunt Kathy's <em>(dad's side of the family)</em>. This is generally where I <strike>heap as much as I possibly can on my plate</strike> eat the most because it's the first stop of the day and I'm generally hungry <em>(of course skipping breakfast in preparation for our all-day-long feast</em>). </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>{SIDENOTE: This post was started on Friday of last week, however (obviously) it didn't get finished. My runny-nosed guy is much better, we had a fun weekend and he's napping now so I can actually finish this post AND update y'all on who won the feather necklace, so keep reading to see if it's you!}</em></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We then headed to my Mamaw's house <em>(mom's side of the fam)</em> and stuffed our faces all over again. I bought a turkey and a Santa hat for C at one of the holiday bazaars I went to and <em>TOTALLY</em> forgot to put it on him for the first family's get together. <em>LUCKILY</em> my Silly reminded me and he wore it at the second ...</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then, after we <strike>unbuttoned our pants</strike> finished our second feast we loaded everyone in the car and headed to join my dad at Coon Creek for the rest of the holiday. My brother and Silly drove in the next day and we had a really <em>REALLY</em> fun weekend.</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And that was our Tgiving. Did I mention how much I have to be thankful for? Because I do. So much. The Lord has truely blessed us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Miss Sarah of <a href="http://moskemonkeybusiness.blogspot.com/">Moske Monkey Business</a>! Comment here and I'll email you back to get your email address to send to Shabby Apple! Congrats Sarah, I hope you enjoy your <em>DARLING</em> necklace!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-51689732774976956032011-11-29T08:15:00.000-08:002011-11-29T08:20:17.404-08:00Giveaway Time!<div align="center">Okay friends, I know I promised a giveaway yesterday but C has a cold. And I may have locked him in the car at Target yesterday while he was screaming. Thank the Lord for OnStar. But that's another story for another time <em>(tomorrow)</em>. That's all to say that yesterday I was a little sidesmacked.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But <em>anyramble </em>...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">On to the<em> FREE</em> stuff! So the lovely ladies at <a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/">Shabby Apple</a> asked if I'd be interested in giving away one of their adorable little pieces and of <em>COURSE</em> I obliged! I showed y'all the little beaute on Wednesday but I'll show you again ...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTrPYPa05IMFz9XBHXMdaWVnVUIVXzQqkuID0erD10c7agCxZdfdX1VE1JjnRRNt7aeQNjm1aBh3U-BCyvhTrraOLWv49-L9Zp6AgAc659bf_aRNwTmdYI1ORQu6_9dnD5MeGcN7kM2j1/s1600/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTrPYPa05IMFz9XBHXMdaWVnVUIVXzQqkuID0erD10c7agCxZdfdX1VE1JjnRRNt7aeQNjm1aBh3U-BCyvhTrraOLWv49-L9Zp6AgAc659bf_aRNwTmdYI1ORQu6_9dnD5MeGcN7kM2j1/s400/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg" width="236px" /></a></div><div align="center">This adorable <a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-684-light-as-a-feather.aspx">feather necklace</a>! Idn't she purdy? So what do you have to do to enter? Well, I'll tell you. First, you must be a follower of my blog. Then, head on over to Shabby Apple's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shabby-Apple/56291792791?ref=ts&sk=info">facebook </a>page and like them. That's a mandatory entry. For extra entry points you can follow their <a href="http://blog.shabbyapple.com/">blog</a> and follow them on Twitter <em>(which I would put a link to but it won't let me find them since I don't tweet, I'm assuming all of you that are tweeters know how to find people?)</em> Last, leave a seperate comment letting me know you've done all these things and I'll pick a winner via random.org on Sunday night! Good <em>LUCK</em> girls! Is it wrong that I want to start an anonymous blog so I can enter and give it to myself? Yes? Okay fine, fine. Be the voice of reason why don't you.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have 1 year picture posts, the day from cold <em>H-E-double hockey</em> sticks and a weekend post coming up. For now? I'm going to go sleep while my little boogie nose sleeps. Happy Tuesday all!!!</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-53532094771672869032011-11-24T12:49:00.001-08:002011-11-24T12:49:54.922-08:00Feeling Thankful.For this little 24 lb turkey.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/24/1988.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/24/s_1988.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And so many other things.<br /><br />HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!<br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-17761057161687974442011-11-23T07:41:00.000-08:002011-11-23T07:53:51.549-08:00We Have a Floater!<div align="center">So the night before last I was giving C a tubby<em> (which is what we call a bath in our house)</em>. I knew, with having a little boy, this was eventually bound to happen. He was splish splashin' away as usual, throwing his toys in and out of his little blow up bathtub when all of a sudden, his face turned bright red. I looked at him, said, <em>"Are you about to do what I think you're about to do?"</em> followed by a, <em>"Surely not."</em> to which he replied with what I thought he was about to do. As the redness from his face disappeared an extra object, one which is definately <em>NOT</em> a toy and one that usually only joins us in closed, contained diapers appeared. That's right. We had a floater. And then a second and third floater followed shortly thereafter. As soon as I saw the first I scooped C up out of his tub and yelled to the Mister <em>"SUGARRRRRR, WE HAVE POOP!"</em> He yelled back with a, <em>"What?"</em> and I <em>SCREAMED</em> back with a, <em>"He pooped in the tub, HE POOPED IN THE TUB!!!"</em> I'm not sure how the Mister attained light-speed so quickly but he was in that bathroom before I finished the word <em>"tub"</em>. We both stood there, looking at each other, while I held C under the arms dangling over the tub with a <em>"WHAT THE HECK DO WE DO!?!?"</em> look on our face. The Mister quickly went and grabbed a diaper and some wipes and stood there looking at me, again with a <em>"NOW WHAT?"</em> look on his face, while I continued to hang C over his tub. The Mister then decided he should just start wiping. And that's the point where we realized C wasn't ... done. So what did we do? Hang him over his tub so he could ... finish taking care of business. All the while the poor guy is looking at us like <em>"Mom, if this is what happens whenever the diaper goes away I'm not sure I EVER want to be potty-trained. Is this what y'all do? Cause this is GROSS!" </em> It was at this point between the gagging and the dangling of the baby that we started to giggle. Because the sheer chaos and hilarity of it all were too much to resist. Once we regained control of ourselves we wiped the offender <em>(or the hiney as most would call it)</em>, got C in a diaper and the Mister, once again, got dad o' the year award and proceeded to ... clean up the bathroom. There was a lot of Lysol, Tilex and throwing away of the tub <em>(and every toy in it)</em> involved. I couldn't help but be reminded of the scene in <em>"Life As We Know It"</em> with Josh Duhamel and Katherine Heigl where Sophie has the same bathtime incident. So, needless to say we are going to Walmart today to buy C a new tub. And possibly some bathtime diapers. Do they make those? Because they should ...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And on a completely different note, <em>SOMEONE</em> is going to be having a <em>GIVEAWAY</em> soon! I hope you know that I mean me by someone. What will I be giving away?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Well the lovely people at <a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/">Shabby Apple</a> contacted me with their interest in hosting a giveaway on my little ole' blog and I <em>HAPPILY</em> accepted. And this little beauty is what they're offering my fantastic readers ...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVuMygVVxAlvUoedOl1a_O8ktU6YxiDfTEo_bOoyYHfswBbvx12gHh0WhnyFT1sTFA7Ieb4EC0AWSkaDkPUBaGqtroBgPmuAgQK8n-ssFizV7G7EFBaX32pYbQwm2xFRmCAD7MHVRifu-/s1600/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVuMygVVxAlvUoedOl1a_O8ktU6YxiDfTEo_bOoyYHfswBbvx12gHh0WhnyFT1sTFA7Ieb4EC0AWSkaDkPUBaGqtroBgPmuAgQK8n-ssFizV7G7EFBaX32pYbQwm2xFRmCAD7MHVRifu-/s400/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg" width="236px" /></a></div><div align="center">This <em>FABULOUS</em> gold feather necklace! I mean I really want it for myself. But the Mister said that making myself a winner wasn't fair. <em>Dadgummit</em>. <br /><br />I'll give you more info and tell you how to win and all that jazz on Monday. For now? Y'all go get your holidays started with your families, enjoy this time of eating too much, cozying up by fireplaces and watching football and the holiday movie marathons that are sure to come on TBS, TNT and every other cable channel. See y'all next Monday!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happiest Thanksgiving everyone!!!</div><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-52772695685298716242011-11-22T08:33:00.000-08:002011-11-22T08:35:25.909-08:00Preview ...<div align="center">Just a little preview of C's one year photo shoot with the <em>AMAZING</em> Becky Z Photography. And by preview I mean these are the only couple I've seen as well. Can't<em> WAIT</em> to see them all!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, the Mister was dad o' the year last night and watched little man so I could go see Breaking Dawn! Has anyone else seen it yet?!? Because I thought it was amazing. And I definately plan on seeing it another good <strike>10</strike> 5 times or so. Worst part? We have to wait until <em>NOVEMBER 2012 TO SEE THE NEXT PART</em>! I'm not the most patient of people. So this doesn't sit well with me. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to see the first one an extra <strike>20</strike> 10 times to hold me over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope that made your day like it did mine. If not, you're probably not as much as a Twi-nerd as I am.</div><div align="center"></div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-11823791880727464592011-11-19T21:55:00.001-08:002011-11-20T07:35:34.141-08:00Another Letter to My Blog ...Dear Blog,<br /><br />I'm sorry that I haven't been around lately. And for treating you like you stole my boyfriend, called me fat and spread a rumor that I still like Milli Vanilli around the entire school. But I've been busy blog. With what you ask?<br /><br />Well there's the obvious. My one year old whose new found mastering of walking, making him an <i>ACTUAL</i> toddler<i> (I assume, since he toddles all over the place. Would one be correct in assuming this is what gains toddlerhood status, or is there a certain age?)</i>, has caused his mommy to be on constant guard for near head injuries at any given stumble. Luckily he usually falls on his padded, diapered behind but we have had some unfortunate incidents with a glider ottoman <i>(fortunately covered in minky fabric)</i> and a toy chest <i>(unfortunately covered in wood) </i>but he's a tough little guy. Pops right back up and toddles on. Oh and I know you know this but he had not one but <i>TWO</i> first birfday celebrations. Which about did. momma. in. <br /><br />Besides him? Well we had family pictures last Thursday which required getting myself <del>the Mister</del> and the baby dressed in coordinating, but trying to look like we didn't try to coordinate, outfits <i>(the Mister officially hates this word, it makes him feel girly)</i>. We should get those back this coming week and I can't <i>WAIT</i>. The ones of C not screaming because we took away his <i>"sticks" (pieces of grass so dead and stiff that I'm pretty sure they were possibly dangerous and could be used as a weapon) </i>and made him change locations <i>(which was twice)</i> should be <i>SUPER</i> cute. And I'm just praying we get one good one for our Christmas card. By the way Santa? If you're reading this, that's what I want for Christmas. Just one decent Christmas card picture<i> (C may or may not have been in full back arched, head back, fit throwing stance since we'd taken away one of his "sticks")</i> ... <br /><br />Thanksgiving is next week and as I mentioned in regards to C's party, I have some deep Texas relatives which leads to <del>breeding like rabbits</del> a lot of aunts, uncles and 1st, 2nd and 8th cousins twice removed attending our<i> (several locations of)</i> feasts. Which means? I need to bring something to each location. And by <i>BRING</i> I mean go to the store and buy something pre-made. <br /><br />Oh and not that this is stressful <i>AT ALL</i> but I've been busy craft fairing. You see, my absolute favorite thing to do with my mom starting October is to go to holiday bazaars. The biggest, bestest, most awesomest one in Dallas that my mom and I have gone to <i>EVERY</i> year since I was a junior in high school, fell on the day I had C last year. I asked the nurses if I could go if my mom pushed me in the hospital bed but the dang party poopers said no. Something about IV's getting caught on things, blah, blah, blah. Plus I <i>WAS</i> taking a little trip to Crazy Town at that point <i>(also known as Post Partum, USA)</i> so it wouldn't have been a good situation anyways. But this year? This year I was <i>READY</i>! And boy did we get some fun stuff! Cannot <i>WAIT</i> til next year!<br /><br />And there's a few other things busy-ing up my life, sweet blog, but you're way too cool for me and know too many peeps out there in the WWW so I'm going to keep them to myself. Cause they're a little personal. But busy-causing nonetheless.<br /><br />So please don't put me on your <i>"she's not my friend anymore, I'm never having her over to spend the night or playing barbies with her or braiding her hair anymore"</i> list. I promise I'll be back. And when I am I'll buy you a new episode of Teen Bop magazine, a 104 oz. Slurpee and the newest and coolest color of Wet N' Wild nail polish. K? <br /><br />X's & O's, <br />Your BFF KT<br /><br /><i>PS-There will most likely be more of these letters.</i><br /><br /><i>PPS-There DEFINITELY will be when Fulmer babe #2 comes into play.</i><br /><br /><i>PPPS-For all your curious friends, that won't be until C is AT LEAST closer to two.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-14531790923358034172011-11-15T21:14:00.000-08:002011-11-15T21:23:15.355-08:00C is for Caleb!<div align="center">Here we go. Round 2! C's second birfday celebration. So I already showed you the theme portrayed in the invite <a href="http://lifeinthefulmerlane.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-sneak-peek.html">here</a>, which also highlights my amazing Silly who is the designer of the invite as well as the graphics behind the signs and labels at the party. She also sent me the idea, via Pinterest, of buying paper plates to back the letters she made for the fireplace banner I <strike>was up until midnight the night before making</strike> made. My sweet friend Amanda made C's shirt <em>(and I would plug her here but she's closing up shop to spend more time with her family and prepare for baby # THREE!)</em> and my bestest friend in the world made the Happy Birthday sign that hung on the front door and welcomed everyone to the party. Don't I have some awesome friends? I sure think I do.<br /><br />Anyways, you should get the jest of the party after seeing the pictures <em>SO</em>, without further adieu, I'll let them speak for themselves ...<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn6LBIOxFOV2wKWtVuLjz1q7ZYd1m340OLUxmOKSdmRe9ARnzP_LLzGPSmTfsb5A6xKkDIdv7lzrIlIxKS-FQFBr7w1D4XWoeZKDRuJhWnNiGxTm82pomfqWOGKTIPFl3vW9xCyQxy4pv/s1600/IMG_2276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn6LBIOxFOV2wKWtVuLjz1q7ZYd1m340OLUxmOKSdmRe9ARnzP_LLzGPSmTfsb5A6xKkDIdv7lzrIlIxKS-FQFBr7w1D4XWoeZKDRuJhWnNiGxTm82pomfqWOGKTIPFl3vW9xCyQxy4pv/s400/IMG_2276.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9Wg4UKTETPjkkxGy5Ru4f640-rWKA5GyqiS9D6g8Al_CUVzf9IQi7RySkOjBhtG2ZtibF_hipR8fQPynEw8XDXCB9xaMldAoV3IlvEC6NaiZQuLdOIc9hyphenhyphenVtlk1pyn4vE36KFEhG5iNJ/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5NyTWd-zpYBD3_yfmSjPzky2XG_CvkVMd-x0Scf2BRx4Ku7R7Rv_5LEKpeSCOdtaFiWgjd8DEBjtvkR12qK7G1vLg78G5oMTHbPy1E2OJPspzwN6eECQzWg2Sjc1LDtIM2xphAOTFcsa/s400/IMG_2335.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> And those are just a <em>FEW</em> of the <strike>65</strike> ones I took. To be honest there are a lot more however, the Mister <em>(and I'm now a strong advocate as well)</em> is not a fan of having a lot of pictures of the inside of our home on here. It's probably overkill safety-wise but still, this <i>IS</i> the <em>WORLD WIDE</em> web. You know what I mean? But I think you got a pretty good feel for the party from the ones I did post. And the fact that there must have been some mix up in the delivery room since there is no <em>WAY</em> my child wouldn't like cake. And the fact that apparently turning one = squirm and squiggle and whine while being held, trying to take a picture or do anything other than get down and explore. Did I mention he's walking? No? He is. Took his first steps a few weeks ago. <em>HOW DID I NOT BLOG THAT</em>?!? That's another post entirely ...<br /><br />Well, I hope you enjoyed the little glimpse I did show you. I hope you understand not wanting to go all <em>"MTV Cribs"</em> style with pictures of the inside of our house.<br /><br />Thanks to everyone who wished my little man a happy 1st birthday! We are into full-on toddlerhood now and this momma's lovin' every minute of it <em>(and maybe looking on amazon at where to buy helmets for a 1 year old)</em>!!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-91117979834756781502011-11-13T20:40:00.000-08:002011-11-14T06:04:46.242-08:00Caleb is One: Part 1<div align="center">Yes, you read that right. Part 1. I know. Ridiculous. But really? It's just because I have a big family <strike>a lot of them from East Texas, they breed like rabbits out there</strike>. And our cozy home wasn't going to accomodate all <strike>852</strike> 30 of them <i>PLUS</i> all of our closest friends and their kiddos. So luckily? C's Mamaw <em>(my mom)</em> offered to host the family affair. And what a fun affair it was.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>{DISCLAIMER: Please ignore the sweaty/disheveled mess of a woman PRETENDING to be C's mommy. I don't know who let her into the party but I did NOT appreciate this imposter ...}</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>{SECOND DISCLAIMER: Apparently our camera has a "ghost mode" that I was unaware of. It decided that "ghost mode" was the best for present capturing (it is NOT) and so this is what the majority of our present opening pictures look like. The following are actually the BEST of the lot. Just so you know what the options were ...}</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaK8qGoeeE2CoHhnJHLq4WcgJV9a9j_MB1B5EM3vFAhneUyj7ztK6_WH62f8KN2IllUQZeukooXpnCJrxhD69LHeRgteDjuzD2RBpP-DqJxUubCMFc8AkTnKXvmQLdQG6kjYNduVTxDOQ/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaK8qGoeeE2CoHhnJHLq4WcgJV9a9j_MB1B5EM3vFAhneUyj7ztK6_WH62f8KN2IllUQZeukooXpnCJrxhD69LHeRgteDjuzD2RBpP-DqJxUubCMFc8AkTnKXvmQLdQG6kjYNduVTxDOQ/s400/IMG_2233.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpxEghOTIfYLcGGiTepT94mHzespmGZIfPfgvGxwzG2CaaLiHpxuKhTWX5_tSODyeHRBKST7UdtgyTrervtzXyedhimbM_zQxfwXtY7-n0XfJDSNF71pd0VzpWmdsfA-jIbYewix8ds_k/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpxEghOTIfYLcGGiTepT94mHzespmGZIfPfgvGxwzG2CaaLiHpxuKhTWX5_tSODyeHRBKST7UdtgyTrervtzXyedhimbM_zQxfwXtY7-n0XfJDSNF71pd0VzpWmdsfA-jIbYewix8ds_k/s400/IMG_2241.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2zaBoEMFjUP76Aa5V0pCf_keznKvfnzpeaqKL0mbmbJrD8jykGFZxBSCTue-5-ewpozPjkhqeajoGPOlPib-rRFg36gEm2pt00MwWdDdf6H-Bi9S2pvrkbIFj7OQy_KODJLdagOfr11M/s1600/IMG_2257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2zaBoEMFjUP76Aa5V0pCf_keznKvfnzpeaqKL0mbmbJrD8jykGFZxBSCTue-5-ewpozPjkhqeajoGPOlPib-rRFg36gEm2pt00MwWdDdf6H-Bi9S2pvrkbIFj7OQy_KODJLdagOfr11M/s400/IMG_2257.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What you <i>CAN'T</i> tell is that they are moving at light-speed. Not really but let's play like they are, mmmkay?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then? The ghosts left the camera.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well lookie there, it's nice to see you Mr. Focus!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKame10aTTD3tggRTa_vCPfWtTMtVB7R80f4ULlo0SCdWKmFySrSNdkDQG4iPVLBJ4GX74bMvoxIJYUOOBohOg3ON4ngp-laV_-XUEMMFqPP1tg3z6J9ZTUF63ellv2R0CU6NUOo1GZWo/s1600/IMG_2260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKame10aTTD3tggRTa_vCPfWtTMtVB7R80f4ULlo0SCdWKmFySrSNdkDQG4iPVLBJ4GX74bMvoxIJYUOOBohOg3ON4ngp-laV_-XUEMMFqPP1tg3z6J9ZTUF63ellv2R0CU6NUOo1GZWo/s400/IMG_2260.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0nfH7AfpJMl9veKph0NdDfYHV46VbN1ZuDetw5ndmFl0Ja5VD7ku8BSpq1QCOojn2RAe4EspLeHMeZyAcXwGNC7dQ2GAPHox9Xtt7I9MGVrqLY1mRQGEByCbngXGihmemgaf6AlstdGN/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0nfH7AfpJMl9veKph0NdDfYHV46VbN1ZuDetw5ndmFl0Ja5VD7ku8BSpq1QCOojn2RAe4EspLeHMeZyAcXwGNC7dQ2GAPHox9Xtt7I9MGVrqLY1mRQGEByCbngXGihmemgaf6AlstdGN/s400/IMG_2262.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{Totally unsure of this whole "let's crowd around the baby in the highchair and sing AT him" game ... "I already have table food issues people, DON'T SCARE ME OF IT ANYMORE THAN I ALREADY AM!"}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3M462-c9UucWkOlA_RlJqehdUc10n1UY0-mxbU4rIRPHlwNX8VvkTGZsZnR65z4ZYBP-LEj-E27iDndiePAUSb8zkQkS5QctBX7GqMJrvwYwabFNu-LuviRKfoRScjWtQywbgcqYM-vQ/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3M462-c9UucWkOlA_RlJqehdUc10n1UY0-mxbU4rIRPHlwNX8VvkTGZsZnR65z4ZYBP-LEj-E27iDndiePAUSb8zkQkS5QctBX7GqMJrvwYwabFNu-LuviRKfoRScjWtQywbgcqYM-vQ/s400/IMG_2264.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{Party people!}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkLH-Oqllr7XIPVEIJ9A32Lp37_vcuXvc4_sFxETks4_WE_-MrTE2Kcj6-Nt-DeRWFhJO_-P3KxkxGiMnhvQIqGRjgUhx57ZUkFZ_eQW4_warqg5AZvI0-BaQP_Ht_T6Lg28QzPqb1jC1/s1600/IMG_2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkLH-Oqllr7XIPVEIJ9A32Lp37_vcuXvc4_sFxETks4_WE_-MrTE2Kcj6-Nt-DeRWFhJO_-P3KxkxGiMnhvQIqGRjgUhx57ZUkFZ_eQW4_warqg5AZvI0-BaQP_Ht_T6Lg28QzPqb1jC1/s400/IMG_2265.JPG" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{"Puffs, just give me puffs. I don't need no stinkin' cake. Just puffs and I'll be satisfied."}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUshClr_uavf1YCIBTnYy5vyfbL_o62P8Dqsqg0PRM3ShZizBwiZ0Zdsp2FNoVVFu570NH0BCC2FF0o8OD_du6xDkZvOXSpodYuJpw4slKW-QfcgBEev6V9kYEO7Os2L2es8NezzAfbld/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUshClr_uavf1YCIBTnYy5vyfbL_o62P8Dqsqg0PRM3ShZizBwiZ0Zdsp2FNoVVFu570NH0BCC2FF0o8OD_du6xDkZvOXSpodYuJpw4slKW-QfcgBEev6V9kYEO7Os2L2es8NezzAfbld/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{My Mamo looks horrified, the Mister and my dad are ready for Olan Mills, C wants his Elmo hat OFF and his Mamaw (who is behind the camera) must've had a mimosa too many with the way her centering skills are shaping up ...}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LcsK4CtBV05CaXT79PAN1Wpme2JpKRvsWQmpAJhg2CEGumJx6nG0m8A0y32FFTK_ksHi68fYjx77_TMd9Fd9QNy-UKjZT7QGhmk37e4jUTUrrbA8od0rrta7LxbnpCHlcxx3h2LdtlSt/s1600/IMG_2267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LcsK4CtBV05CaXT79PAN1Wpme2JpKRvsWQmpAJhg2CEGumJx6nG0m8A0y32FFTK_ksHi68fYjx77_TMd9Fd9QNy-UKjZT7QGhmk37e4jUTUrrbA8od0rrta7LxbnpCHlcxx3h2LdtlSt/s400/IMG_2267.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{That's better. Someone else behind the camera and my mom in FRONT of it. Her glasses are on her HEAD. Enter picture-taking problem.}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQK19KdDefw2JfU_qvKu7kvwc_xjeM6kpzzSxIsn_vLPbCzI0otKPpYthUywufb58bH9mBlVJLVi3Mtsbw1GK6p3MGvsij2eibwWsozH655LahtFY-fw1xwSl46V9ScTQBAlV6ejzDb1aL/s1600/IMG_2268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="355px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQK19KdDefw2JfU_qvKu7kvwc_xjeM6kpzzSxIsn_vLPbCzI0otKPpYthUywufb58bH9mBlVJLVi3Mtsbw1GK6p3MGvsij2eibwWsozH655LahtFY-fw1xwSl46V9ScTQBAlV6ejzDb1aL/s400/IMG_2268.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{"This is not necessary, do you KNOW how many times the woman takes my picture?"}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7WI6ldkM0FYlHyc9dhyphenhyphenS7I8bNU6bYnF6UPPxU5aNXOM7PTSxXHk2IrtbrbRI3TIjagUuDkVsBPBWF-H5gIE6T7mFRk9I-GrwMOByNfGvLEieLOSCBh5aix8Mj6vvstPZjyOZxY-wgLHm/s1600/IMG_2271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7WI6ldkM0FYlHyc9dhyphenhyphenS7I8bNU6bYnF6UPPxU5aNXOM7PTSxXHk2IrtbrbRI3TIjagUuDkVsBPBWF-H5gIE6T7mFRk9I-GrwMOByNfGvLEieLOSCBh5aix8Mj6vvstPZjyOZxY-wgLHm/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{C is SURPRISED at the success of this Fulmer family photo!}</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzymN3RJhnis_B4nUR5CI5WDebhbssvt3aS6z3vtejUTl2-0Fi_974KMcM7KMHqydVKYX5W5iqAnsh3_wFDVitARSeE6jvWCVuvRwe9f-KE5B3gUhEWxQ89Qjeqpq8pSyYvtXnjKtvRqP/s1600/IMG_2273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375px" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzymN3RJhnis_B4nUR5CI5WDebhbssvt3aS6z3vtejUTl2-0Fi_974KMcM7KMHqydVKYX5W5iqAnsh3_wFDVitARSeE6jvWCVuvRwe9f-KE5B3gUhEWxQ89Qjeqpq8pSyYvtXnjKtvRqP/s400/IMG_2273.JPG" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>{Two great grandmas and a mid-clapping, non-focusing 1 year old.}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center">It was<em> SUCH</em> a fun party! Highlights? C got a <em>CRAZY</em> amount of loot, he doesn't care for opening presents <em>(not my child)</em>, cake <em>(NOT my child)</em> or being the center of attention <em>(well, kinda my child, it just depends on what day it is)</em>. He <em>DOES</em>, however, <em>LOVE</em> balloons and crawling up long flights of stairs <em>(that my parents happen to have at their house)</em>. So there's that.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thanks momma for a great memory for C's first birfday, and to all my family <em>(East and non-east Texas)</em> for attending! Pictures from his <i>2ND</i> soiree soon!</div><br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-77014103269906584372011-11-11T08:58:00.001-08:002011-11-11T09:02:26.140-08:00Little Scatter-brained.Sorry for the blog absence, this weeks been a <i>LITTLE</i> full. Between C's 1 year appointment resulting in a crabby monkey from his shots<i> (poor baby)</i>, his 1 year photo shoot <i>(which may or may not have resulted in a full blown meltdown by the end)</i> and his 1st birthday party tomorrow this momma's been a little frazzle dazzled. Not to mention, no one told me that when your child hits toddlerhood they develop this lovely thing called temper tantrums. Um, excuse me son? I did not teach you this. At least I don't <i>THINK</i> I go around throwing my head back, going into full blown plank-mode and screaming when I don't get what I want? Maybe we should ask the Mister ... <br /><br />So? No bloggy bloggin' from me much this week. I have pictures from his family first birthday that I need to share but am lazy-blogging<i> (i.e. from my phone)</i> and don't feel like going to get them so I'll post a cute pupdate real quick ...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/11/1229.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/11/s_1229.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><i>{That hair. Totally channeling his inner Beiber. I think it's about time for a cut.}</i><br /><br />Just a couple of buddies playin' with blocks. <br /><br />I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend, I'll have pics from his party tomorrow hopefully on Monday! Happy weekend!<br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-19686333513671871302011-11-07T09:51:00.000-08:002011-11-07T10:07:23.313-08:00Twelve Months!<div align="center">This is it. The last of the chair pics. My baby has entered into toddler-hood. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, sniff, sniff <em>{blows nose}</em>. We had a weekend of fun that included going to the zoo and the first of his two birfday celebrations, which I'll post later. But today? Today we're posting chair pics. I would <em>LIKE</em> to post month 1 - 12 in order to see the progression <em>(and I would LOVE to have them printed and displayed for his birfday party this coming Saturday)</em> but <em>(and I'm so mad at myself) I MISSED MONTH THREE</em>!!! Ugh. I could just slap myself with a wet rag. And you'd<em> THINK </em>that the baby papparazzi would have at least taken some sort of picture I could use to superimpose on a chair for month three. But<em> NOOOOOOO</em>. I didn't. <em>DANG-IT</em>. Sooooo, we'll move on. So I don't dwell on it all day and send myself into a donut-eating-depression.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><em>(Sidenote, I MAY have just jumped 40 feet in the air due to the fact that C is playing with my iPhone and, even though it's locked, he figured out how to play Ke$ha's "Take It Off". Don't judge, it's on my workout playlist. He's now bouncing around holding my phone. I'm not sure how I feel about this ...)</em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Okay, on to the pictures. I hope you enjoy. My favorite one<em> EVER</em> may have been captured in this set. It is <em>HILARIOUS</em>. You will know when you see it.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">This was the best of the bunch. It's appropriate that it's blurry from constant movement, since that pretty much sums up the little guy these days. Constantly moving, constantly exploring, constantly making mommy's heart swell even more.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We love you little man, happy <em>1ST YEAR</em>!!!</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-38147514479298203012011-11-05T18:31:00.001-07:002011-11-05T18:31:15.158-07:00OMG He's ONE!I can't even believe it. I feel like it was just yesterday I was posting <i>(or having it posted for me) </i><a target="_blank" href="http://lifeinthefulmerlane.blogspot.com/2010/11/introducing.html">this post</a> and seeing this sweet face ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3754.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3754.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='158' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3755.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3755.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />... for the first time. Or taking him home from the hospital ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3756.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3756.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='158' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Or introducing him to Koda ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3757.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3757.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='158' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It really does. Seem like just yesterday. And today we're celebrating a year. A <i>YEAR</i> of joy with our little love. We're having the first of his two parties <i>(I have a HUGE family people, it had to be done this way)</i> tomorrow but we wanted to make sure he felt special all day today, on his actual birfday. <i>SO</i> we loaded the car up and headed to the zoo. His first trip to the zoo on his first birfday. Unfortunately we started the day off missing the majority of his morning nap<i> (which = CRANKSTER baby)</i> and his attention span was even shorter than usual. We did have a good time though and all in all I think he liked it quite a bit ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3758.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3758.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />So excited to be at the zoo!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3759.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3759.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />What the heck are those monkeys <i>DOING</i> daddy?<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3760.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3760.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Not too sure about the elephants ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3761.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3761.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />All bundled up with mommy.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/05/3762.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/05/s_3762.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Getting pretty sleepy, time to head out. Bye bye zoo!<br /><br />A year ago today my life changed forever. I have never known love so intense, so immediate and so overwhelming for anything or anyone in my life. You have every piece of your mommy's heart and you will as long as my heart is beating. I love you with every ounce of myself, happy <i>HAPPY</i> 1st birthday sweet baby!!!<br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-87237349740641865732011-11-04T06:22:00.001-07:002011-11-04T06:22:19.693-07:00Flashback Friday ...I'm thinking of having <a target="_blank" href="http://www.fabulouskblog.com/">my fabulous blog designer</a><i> (and friend)</i> redo my TT button into a Flashback Friday button. Where you would basically post old photos each week. What do y'all think? Here's a little idea to get us started.<br /><br />I was packing up some clutter and ran across these beauties. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/04/799.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/04/s_799.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Um, seriously? Why didn't someone tell me my foundation made me look like Casper? <i>RUDE</i>. I think I'm 15/16 here.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/04/800.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/04/s_800.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This is the after summer that I lost 30 lbs. I was starting 9th grade and <i>SO</i> excited to go back to school as the new me and not chunky me. I was pudgy people. I'll have to find pictures as proof, maybe for the next Flashback Friday. <br /><br />So what do you think? Would y'all like to play along? Let me know your thoughts! <br /><br />And on a side note, my baby boy is turning 1 tomorrow. I can't believe it. We have a weekend of fun planned for our little guy. I'm so excited to celebrate this blessing the Lord has given us! <br /><br />Happy Friday friends!!!<br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-75654223651119950642011-11-01T08:13:00.001-07:002011-11-01T08:13:16.302-07:00Trick or Treat!Oh what a sweet difference a year makes ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/1468.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_1468.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />From bed rest in the hospital last year to trick or treating with my little monster this year. <br /><br />We had a great time trick or treating with our little monster. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/1469.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_1469.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/1470.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_1470.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />My BFF and her little cupcake joined us ...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/01/1471.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/01/s_1471.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />C got a little hot, covered in fur n' all. <br /><br />I hope all your Halloweens were full of more treats than tricks and darling kids dressed up in adorable costumes! Now, bring on Thanksgiving and Christmas! I'm already breaking out the elastic waist pants ...<br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-56065345954229958602011-10-31T04:00:00.000-07:002011-10-31T04:00:11.863-07:00Happy Halloween!<div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WAXMtUCcp7o" width="560"></iframe></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Seriously? Is that not the coolest thing ever? I know there are a kajillion versions of songs he's done both this year and years past but that one was one<em> (ONE)</em> of my favorites. Especially the part where his kid runs out in the middle of the video. Awesome.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well, I hope y'all have a safe and fun evening running around after your little ones trick or treating. I, for one, will be taking full advantage of the fact that mine #1 - is not even one years old yet and actually<em> CANNOT </em>have candy yet and #2 - only has two teefers and couldn't gum the majority of it down even if I did throw every instinct in my body out the window and decide to let him have some <em>(which I absolutely would never)</em> and will be chowing down on the candy he scores <strike>for his mother</strike>. I mean <em>MY</em> mother always told me I should clean my plate. That applies to trick or treat bags right? Of course it does. I can't wait to show you pictures of our little monster tomorrow. Until then, <em>TRICK OR TREAT</em>!!!</div>KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625328912557501561.post-38831310507629715462011-10-27T07:04:00.001-07:002011-10-27T07:07:03.084-07:00First (Play) Date.I'm not sure if I've told y'all, but Caleb is betrothed<i> (actually to about 4 little girls but let's not talk about that right now)</i>. That's right, he's got an arranged marriage in his future. And? Something wrong with that? You won't think so when you see her ...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1026.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1026.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I mean, I think I made a pretty darling choice, wouldn't y'all agree? <br /><br />Yesterday I babysat that little muffin<i> (her momma justsohappens to be one of my best friends, NO that has NOTHING to do with me choosing her for my son ...)</i> while her momma went to a lunch meeting for work. Sweet Hailey was a doll, we had lots of fun together. Caleb was getting his beauty sleep when she arrived so she and I played one on one for awhile ...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1027.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1027.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1028.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1028.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1029.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1029.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />She has the same love for Sophie as C does. See? They were meant to be.<br /><br />Poor Koda, I'm pretty sure he's thinking <i>"Are y'all KIDDING ME? You bought ANOTHER one of these things and brought it home?!?"</i><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1030.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1030.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Then C woke up and their first date began ...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1031.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1031.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Dinner and a movie. Followed by ...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/27/1032.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/27/s_1032.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A little conversation and maybe some snuggling<i> (don't tell her daddy)</i>.<br /><br />Caleb told me he's planning on proposing in about 27 years. I gave him my full blessing. <br /><br />KWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11001545734765157302noreply@blogger.com0