tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833140844925811822024-03-18T22:07:54.031-07:00Kaitlin Terra Herneprincessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-67457280826472892842014-02-07T04:53:00.000-08:002014-02-11T05:18:43.436-08:00Happy Birthday Baby Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You should be 6 years old, bubbly about your friends at school. We should have been having a party were you even invited a few friends. But instead we celebrate your short life without you.<br />
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Mommy is in a much better place now with all of this. I know you know, but I think it's important for the world to. As your day approached it snuck on me. Before I would get to my birthday and dread the next week, this time is was different. What does another day make? Another year? At this point the time between is so vast what does it matter another hour passes or month even. I no longer measure things in time with you. I will always celebrate your birthday in some day. I will always celebrate your angelversary in some way, but it's different now. They don't mean the same thing as what they once did. I celebrate you every day. I live and breathe you like I do my other children. I've made you a part of life through what I do and just like how your brother and sister are apart of daily life so are you. So now when your birthday approaches it's alot like theirs, oh wow another year has gone by...and life moves on. <br />
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I hesitated posting this. Not that 100s of people read this blog, but I worry how it will perceived. Many I think will feel like I have forgotten you, given up, or just plain don't care anymore that I have living children... and thats not the case. I just have found a way to make you part of my life so for me your not dead, but rather living through me and with me all the time now. Just like a mother who passes will live on in the hearts of her children... my child lives on in the heart of me. Love you baby girl... always and forever.princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-38339673327046578432013-05-05T07:47:00.000-07:002013-06-02T07:48:04.204-07:00March of Dimes 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This year mommy with helpers set up a stand in honor of you sweet baby girl representing Kaitlin's Angels :) </div>
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We had a butterfly garden where people could add in a butterfly to represent their sweet little angels. </div>
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Here are our walkers! First year we had a blood relative at the walk :) Thank you Uncle Travis for being here and Cousin Kaid! </div>
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Mommy didn't walk since someone had to watch the stand, but with your little brother in there i thought it best I sat it out anyways.</div>
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5 years ago today we held you. We rocked you. We sang to you. We kissed you. We talked softly as you slipped away. You sweet baby girl are the reason I am who I am today and I wouldn't change that. Nothing can change what has happened in our past we can only learn from it, move on from it, and grow from it. From you I learned SOOO much. Your death has been the hardest thing I will ever have to do. Maybe someday that will change but I doubt it. Having to make the decision to pull the vent and watch you slip away is something I think any parent would feel is a difficult heart wrenching decision. The peace I eventually found about your death gave me confidence...gave me the confidence to live my life for you and with love. You may have only been here two short weeks but I hope the life you've got to live on the other side with other lost relatives has been well and also full of love. Well lets face it we know you are with Uncle Vaughn so I know your days are filled with smiles and laugther, we may not be together but I know you feel my love...and I feel yours as well.<br />
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Thank you baby girl for being here in our lives and shaping me in who I am now :)<br />
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<br />princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-70815202310247078622013-02-07T06:54:00.004-08:002013-06-02T07:48:17.720-07:00Happy Birthday Sweetie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today 5 years ago I woke up and my waters broke, moments later you were born. Gave a tiny squeal and squirmed with your new freedom. You made us parents and that is something no one can take away from you. </div>
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Mommy I'm afraid has been a little preoccupied with the new baby you sent us with the help of your sister Sage and Uncle Vaughn, so I went the night before to hopefully find a cake that I would like... I found one I LOVE. My little angel/fairy dressed in purple in a garden...perfect. Thank you for making sure there would be something so special for me to find for your special day. </div>
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And this year I finally have a dollie that can wear your dress how you did rust stains from the flood and all... </div>
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As always we plucked a child's name from the Angel Tree at Walmart and bought a gift. I choose a baby for your as always :) A little girl, who received some special gifts from us. </div>
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Then you have your purple tree with your "K" ornament :) And many other special ornaments that go right on our main tree :) </div>
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Mommy took the time this year to make each of your baby dolls Christmas hats ;) </div>
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Merry Christmas Sweet Angel.</div>
princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-12535195363665831862012-11-07T09:08:00.000-08:002012-12-28T09:09:08.138-08:00A spiritual reading at the right time...I had Kaitlin and Sage's Pic on a medium website for months waiting patiently for something to come through. I had hit a dark moment, a moment I thought of giving up my store, my charity, and just stop trying to help anyone anymore. That was the night the medium contacted me... she had no access to my account, never talked to me until that night, etc.<br />
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<br /> ME --> and we are redoing our basement since it flooded<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> aww ok ty<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> just feel blankets are of importance sometimes they give things and it not always easy to deciper into words<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> Well Miscarriage Blankets and More was BORN from Kaitlin's death... and I started with making tiny blankets to represent other angels<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> thats fine I understand it can't be easy... I think she's left me signs I can't always understand :)<br /> 8 hours ago ·<br /><br /> JO --> they want me to give you yellow... they say its for warmth .. love and happiness seems things have not been going as well as you would have d to expect<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> nope been having a very rough time of it...it's funny this reading landed on tonight actually. So I think they wanted to get to me<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> Sometimes we get road blocks put in front of us to test us in some way we have to find a way around it and then move on to the next each raod block is a lesson well learned for some reason or another but it all has meaning<br /> 8 hours ago ·<br /><br /> JO --> At the end of the road you will see things much differently.. but getting thru them will not be easy<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> I will make it through i'm sure. I always find a way to over come<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> the hurdles on the road will slow you down a little Tiffanie and you will get to a stage where you just want to give up... Please dont ,,there is so much waiting for you once passed thru this phrase.<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> are my angels telling you that?<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> by this time next year things will be much clearer and the road ahead will be a smooth one no hurdles or blocks<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> seems next year is a good one for you ME -->.. YOu have spirit helping you and im told you will see for yourself as you tend to be a little jugdemental sometimes.<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> I'm defintly the type that needs to find out for myself<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> He is laughing and sayn no she will ponder whats said but wont believe until it lands in her lap<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> lol ;)<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> ya<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> Do you get a sense they are all alright ? I'm glad he's with them<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> yes they are fine.... haha he just said to me ask her abt a clock or watch tht always seems to be a little fast or a little slow he says.. hes laughing away and says i change the time on her ...<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> That is her sign we are around.. this is what he wants you to know<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> so the clock in my car I swear is always different from my house..<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> I know Kaitlin has used the car before right after loosing her things happened in it<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> he says that is the sign they have been giving you for some time now and he wants you to know this so next time u are aware of why<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> lol so instead of cursing that I'm going ot be late I smile and realize it's a trick :) lol<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> you know I had trouble with my ipod too for a spell...and couldn't figure out why it kept changing...<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> no smile and realize that they are with you.. open your mind gather your thoughts and simply say hi .. they hear you<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> drat these buggars...sounds my uncle though :) And if my kids are me...well it makes sense :)<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> JO --> he is stepping back now ME -->.. sorry its not much but ty for letting me share with you<br /> 8 hours ago · <br /><br /> ME --> No thank you JO --> I've been patiently waiting to see if they were alright. I didn't know if my little ones being so little would be able to come through on their own...so it makes sense that he did it for them<br /> 8 hours ago · princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-19989240332886652682012-02-21T08:57:00.000-08:002012-12-28T09:09:18.946-08:004 Years ago...Angelversary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-60142265393309132012-02-07T12:55:00.000-08:002012-02-07T13:06:09.670-08:00Birthday Cake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickqy7QUren0HVAY-iBRSwNsS1xbNn1RlRG9V8Vt26Ilacs5FK4ndqxSgbWuapWBvs1JWntx8RFTGkU40tNWKLWcekxTG2MMl3QPK_V5rhTO_DIPOGyFvZ8L7cpouwP7qNAvVn1zROQoQ/s1600/cake1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickqy7QUren0HVAY-iBRSwNsS1xbNn1RlRG9V8Vt26Ilacs5FK4ndqxSgbWuapWBvs1JWntx8RFTGkU40tNWKLWcekxTG2MMl3QPK_V5rhTO_DIPOGyFvZ8L7cpouwP7qNAvVn1zROQoQ/s320/cake1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706501873566540098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I know people have been waiting to see pictures so here they are :) My forever baby girls 4th birthday cake :) It's made with two 8 inch rounds that I cut in half and then touch the circle side together in the middle there :) It's frosted with a coolwhip frosting and there is a layer of strawberries inside of it :) So I learned a lesson that cookie frosting does NOT work well for cake frosting ;) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wg2nzL2tBiGJsxomWKw3-BswgRQAyLa9CxRTMXOloRgrhJtrTWw1Rx7AzOtwBTt7V0JfsY2bMxTpT7qf9GX9LACbeyukqRDacyQ8RYi-YxtZoL2qhOc0gSBzVLVVszQnQFj8hflaEFY/s1600/cake2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wg2nzL2tBiGJsxomWKw3-BswgRQAyLa9CxRTMXOloRgrhJtrTWw1Rx7AzOtwBTt7V0JfsY2bMxTpT7qf9GX9LACbeyukqRDacyQ8RYi-YxtZoL2qhOc0gSBzVLVVszQnQFj8hflaEFY/s320/cake2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706501866094845314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I like to make sure Em gets included, so I left the sprinkling for her ;) I had to throw my need for perfection out the window however when she really just spilled little piles all over it....so worrying we would never be able to see the decorations under neath I had a brilliant idea...sugar crystals can be treated ALOT like glitter :) So we spent a minute or two blowing on the cake to spread them and to get the excess off :) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60nKzrifIYxEqF7KGRZG-al54H7Z-cvTKY617Et5hDiA15hnpokuZl-u07IWOmd6svQkn33F3QbaRavBY_rJ7i9WOBXiIUm3CvRme3TiSnjxlGFzjRAcdM-PTbQBeo3z5pfAZ6VzIaDo/s1600/cake3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60nKzrifIYxEqF7KGRZG-al54H7Z-cvTKY617Et5hDiA15hnpokuZl-u07IWOmd6svQkn33F3QbaRavBY_rJ7i9WOBXiIUm3CvRme3TiSnjxlGFzjRAcdM-PTbQBeo3z5pfAZ6VzIaDo/s320/cake3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706501856735005826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the final piece :) I hope it tastes yummy cause I think it turned out really well this year! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-23985121283340130342011-12-24T20:22:00.001-08:002011-12-24T20:26:23.244-08:00Merry Christmas Baby Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40y9KvrCFu1Kxl1MLopk934AobF4TFq66wUdAhrcHekoghwFFSVAarSea7n0AOyS34Oa3KluGyrPj8v4-ERT8gHMU4ch_X6ogBh1jxM-9xWLIBXVh2gnMz3rZS2ehrNFG4Q2sTYH74H4/s1600/396257_293102644059095_199198666782827_724379_1367912879_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40y9KvrCFu1Kxl1MLopk934AobF4TFq66wUdAhrcHekoghwFFSVAarSea7n0AOyS34Oa3KluGyrPj8v4-ERT8gHMU4ch_X6ogBh1jxM-9xWLIBXVh2gnMz3rZS2ehrNFG4Q2sTYH74H4/s320/396257_293102644059095_199198666782827_724379_1367912879_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689916878451650466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Another Christmas passing...meaning the 4th anniversary of your birth and death is soon to follow. I still remember how shortly after Christmas the year I carried you I was admitted to the hospital for my longest stay...a month. Trying times...times I wouldn't redo or give up cause every moment I got to hold you in me and touch you outside of was worth all those horrible moments inbetween. Sending you lots of love this Christmas. Merry Christmas Baby Girl.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtCgcK3cuZOxoeKpps1THSPOsq9vnz8ENKE3Kf4MSrxyPt3GOAO-eOKjB6QaaZEGsbzXkcp8E_RnHPGXiEUxuU5jNBK4_upSgyyM-9gzbRlAkiWF8KaHQ_ITzDb7AteruxRScqNkq8hA/s1600/100_4793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtCgcK3cuZOxoeKpps1THSPOsq9vnz8ENKE3Kf4MSrxyPt3GOAO-eOKjB6QaaZEGsbzXkcp8E_RnHPGXiEUxuU5jNBK4_upSgyyM-9gzbRlAkiWF8KaHQ_ITzDb7AteruxRScqNkq8hA/s320/100_4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689916885029574338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWl7GN0oQfZn7n3hrsm6Y5s6JI19HtRWDI61iFy3iQqds1ts_fOqz0Ll8QCBy_jOca2pNge0Q67dlJJIIDtt1vYmT1j08gOxdXoXHOPhKgpJlTUheLxlPHbNxucfTBpnGPUoBSyeV24A/s1600/100_4794.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWl7GN0oQfZn7n3hrsm6Y5s6JI19HtRWDI61iFy3iQqds1ts_fOqz0Ll8QCBy_jOca2pNge0Q67dlJJIIDtt1vYmT1j08gOxdXoXHOPhKgpJlTUheLxlPHbNxucfTBpnGPUoBSyeV24A/s320/100_4794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689916889765931922" border="0" /></a>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-33034258369558140772011-05-26T10:53:00.000-07:002011-05-26T11:02:54.513-07:00Kaitlin's AngelsSo after much thinking of what I wanted to do instead of donating ALL the money I make to the March of Dimes I came up with this<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Kaitlin's Angels</span></span><br /></div><br />This program will allow me to donate memory boxes to local hospitals. Right now it's small...but someday I hope it will be bigger! I also plan on donating miscarriage blankets to my local doctor who has got me through two pregncies at this point so people in the office have something to walk away with.<br /><br />I also through this program mail out a free memory box each month to special winner.<br /><br />All of this costs money...so that is why I'm now officially going to launch a way to donate directly to this project.<br /><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><div style="text-align: center;"><input name="cmd" value="_s-xclick" type="hidden"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><input src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" type="image" border="0"><br /><img alt="" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" height="1" width="1" border="0" /><br /></div></form>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-44898362610890894422011-02-22T04:54:00.001-08:002011-02-22T05:05:27.475-08:003 years ago...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWEbujPLlWmneQT7E0QFKCuIL949e0SgW9Ucm8Nj2E7iHIxjR64EQt7yqTa7cQDMVQs-yNXynY48P8cCWh0Y3ogmITA3r5CLc-C4ksu79k_l8XZnIus2JU6ib0J1hp1jtniHTFKjdArU/s1600/104_2369.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />3 years ago I woke today in a hotel. It was the morning after one of the toughest, no THE toughest moment of my life. Nothing really compares to holding your baby while they take their last breath. I woke up knowing I was changed forever. I carry with me now an "angel". Do I believe she's in a heaven, no not really. I do however believe that those we love carry in with us...inside us. They need us to remember for them, to live for them. So Kaitlin lives on with us...she's the quiet whisper of inspiration behind every miscarriage blanket and now bracelet. Knowing I can help one other person out there remember their child and to help the child live on with their mommy and daddy's life...is what keeps me going. Is why I keep making and will always make these items.<br /><br /><br />We send her messages every year...this year our first attempt failed miserably and they are still probably sitting in the trees outside our place.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw0q9Q57PFLrazP_twq0426qjUgIkyHSUNfKd7aWyi41j1JLEruiW6QoguqTystLGw_IZFTb05AtAkmnj4dnQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Emilie decorated her balloon with stickers :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWEbujPLlWmneQT7E0QFKCuIL949e0SgW9Ucm8Nj2E7iHIxjR64EQt7yqTa7cQDMVQs-yNXynY48P8cCWh0Y3ogmITA3r5CLc-C4ksu79k_l8XZnIus2JU6ib0J1hp1jtniHTFKjdArU/s1600/104_2369.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWEbujPLlWmneQT7E0QFKCuIL949e0SgW9Ucm8Nj2E7iHIxjR64EQt7yqTa7cQDMVQs-yNXynY48P8cCWh0Y3ogmITA3r5CLc-C4ksu79k_l8XZnIus2JU6ib0J1hp1jtniHTFKjdArU/s400/104_2369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576498693313434306" border="0" /></a>So we went out and got another one. A combination of hunger and being sick...we picked one from a grocery store...and well the pickings we sort of slim...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMePPI_d3C-0q8hfVsMacRj4TwlXJKlocUcz8iv2dyuWXCBSylN7dYfvif1Z378xXX48DkSKYSxQet3IHgp9p7U8puSeu7DT1pzTCs89wUgrg-mY-MZCTFz_p2bCQs0B7WRHWFaUy2zk/s1600/104_2410.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMePPI_d3C-0q8hfVsMacRj4TwlXJKlocUcz8iv2dyuWXCBSylN7dYfvif1Z378xXX48DkSKYSxQet3IHgp9p7U8puSeu7DT1pzTCs89wUgrg-mY-MZCTFz_p2bCQs0B7WRHWFaUy2zk/s400/104_2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576498692004026962" border="0" /></a><br />But it also sort of reminded me of a friends dear bunny that just passed away a few days ago...so it was fitting :) This one flew ... accept it was dark out so no video of it.<br /><br />3 years...over.<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-38155534616249669792011-02-15T19:50:00.001-08:002011-02-15T19:55:36.522-08:00Celebrating your birthday<div style="text-align: center;">So everyone got to see pics of the cake, but this is what INSIDE the cake looked like. I totally put in purple and pink sprinkles. Next year it needs WAY more though :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLePg8ogIFK_6gXV3JGE-yXmJeE2yTS5oJAIH3qWKNIkaOjKWuVgjfauG80L9FMUQ5WSRXpFAtMGjqgctlbmL3TpVfS06lIwuehSkeKyVMMabUivKTkgtBlBvipHGHIvXVVThnRM17V0/s1600/102_2196.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLePg8ogIFK_6gXV3JGE-yXmJeE2yTS5oJAIH3qWKNIkaOjKWuVgjfauG80L9FMUQ5WSRXpFAtMGjqgctlbmL3TpVfS06lIwuehSkeKyVMMabUivKTkgtBlBvipHGHIvXVVThnRM17V0/s400/102_2196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130035546760306" border="0" /></a><br />Here's little sis enjoying a piece :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTCOtjpSfmIFP-XrLM15rxQLqagPIJXzccBSRCpwYP694i-6e0TMRCGcrKa8-h3tzpCMl6V6-JyDGl8BeaiJG0Z3TK3Q-hgBuQlOJks7IAfvjNovlP7zwLzxMKA_nAdlfrGqF7YTbe8A/s1600/102_2203.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTCOtjpSfmIFP-XrLM15rxQLqagPIJXzccBSRCpwYP694i-6e0TMRCGcrKa8-h3tzpCMl6V6-JyDGl8BeaiJG0Z3TK3Q-hgBuQlOJks7IAfvjNovlP7zwLzxMKA_nAdlfrGqF7YTbe8A/s400/102_2203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130035371638754" border="0" /></a>Thank you Grant, Ashley, Ryan, and Tom for coming over and celebrating with us :) Ashley even remembered to wear purple which was pretty special for mommy to see :)<br /><br />Celebrating Kaitlin's memory is super special and the little things my friends have done have touched me.<br /><br />I also want to send a thanks out to Brandie and Michelle who sent me pics of the candles they lite on her birthday and sent me pics :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRuJHya1jMlZ3Laz9MukD1zX8bWzerIeDz5zYwKlvNF4v8VfELL0i8rIwvmTFrTm_JU6TGcAnaxJTBFIuUr6fSe3xHTl6-zsJWKcpVe0Cq4QzJfySyqEVe_Djv5nlXHtInRdVnjnYTXY/s1600/Michelle.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRuJHya1jMlZ3Laz9MukD1zX8bWzerIeDz5zYwKlvNF4v8VfELL0i8rIwvmTFrTm_JU6TGcAnaxJTBFIuUr6fSe3xHTl6-zsJWKcpVe0Cq4QzJfySyqEVe_Djv5nlXHtInRdVnjnYTXY/s400/Michelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130930487257970" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tH-ehyaT88SRtFnU-Z2URtBnDNUsF9kG_sN8W_SEPMsb1tlDc_BdB37HqbRp0af63VmuOq_nnKelkkPuYAFLDBJ_PkVA2v9hmhaQQe_1-8uMEqmHAKwTmqfVy1wuG-CLR9XePQzrxOo/s1600/180443_1539258133154_1585938901_31127844_3177218_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tH-ehyaT88SRtFnU-Z2URtBnDNUsF9kG_sN8W_SEPMsb1tlDc_BdB37HqbRp0af63VmuOq_nnKelkkPuYAFLDBJ_PkVA2v9hmhaQQe_1-8uMEqmHAKwTmqfVy1wuG-CLR9XePQzrxOo/s400/180443_1539258133154_1585938901_31127844_3177218_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130924993564626" border="0" /></a><br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-69344090926162693092011-02-07T08:09:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:39:58.328-08:00Happy 3rd Birthday Baby Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IMCF1BbxmH6daFBKkv-fUtANOfqXtKM6-YTGp43kaIpztB-JzdPTs_yEoWNn3ebH0Y9vbR6SGfYl5oq4tOKMVFe0c20VZGoaC9N5yAKu8R7_cgtRXPdqMjoC8IKqJdWvBaLhKWkz3fg/s1600/100_2189.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ntjw0TTFk6_3-x7pTvYjsw2VHYOBDkBccirH40LjuuTcYIuD2vOvzmVSqaBdYFftVwhQrZlDCEFaozabv6B64nmRFvNFDpLIxvoe2R1Eg5hPlCaeLA5rzu39O4IZfx1QK7Iv3q47AOw/s1600/100_2146.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ntjw0TTFk6_3-x7pTvYjsw2VHYOBDkBccirH40LjuuTcYIuD2vOvzmVSqaBdYFftVwhQrZlDCEFaozabv6B64nmRFvNFDpLIxvoe2R1Eg5hPlCaeLA5rzu39O4IZfx1QK7Iv3q47AOw/s320/100_2146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980873005618002" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy made you your cake this year. It took her all day but she is happy with the result. And there is a special surprise in the inside...it's purple and pink funfetti cake :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9vrkdeTPX9i6QXnFKeOJBYXyqYajG4-a5LpZs-Y6ihjVQddsdEUIUxaly0B36zZZ15ZRs_hwy6hdejru6u4ATXDkok6_TT5ssWSTjQXAx6dXs_uAEvvuBmoWT6zJG5pdin28xqhraFc/s1600/102_2177.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9vrkdeTPX9i6QXnFKeOJBYXyqYajG4-a5LpZs-Y6ihjVQddsdEUIUxaly0B36zZZ15ZRs_hwy6hdejru6u4ATXDkok6_TT5ssWSTjQXAx6dXs_uAEvvuBmoWT6zJG5pdin28xqhraFc/s320/102_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981037647570658" border="0" /></a>Your little sister is showing her love by being dressed in purple ofcourse :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zRXcSI0lnPTGd0g2SFy_awcg-TP3zneZsmg6FHTWyR9yFEFfFiLfL0ZbE4sULTh0q60N9B1i8Iia3T8iv5WAy0lPFLqrlq9G-metsEm8uIu1EpIL0qb-ONAS8efgsxCbS2mmJIvfjmM/s1600/102_2181.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zRXcSI0lnPTGd0g2SFy_awcg-TP3zneZsmg6FHTWyR9yFEFfFiLfL0ZbE4sULTh0q60N9B1i8Iia3T8iv5WAy0lPFLqrlq9G-metsEm8uIu1EpIL0qb-ONAS8efgsxCbS2mmJIvfjmM/s320/102_2181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981040840231346" border="0" /></a><br />She also insisted after stealing your kitty cat and purple teddy that they needed to be put up on the speaker with your book.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8HKJffNwRIqAgbFFfIbFjsKaUrgnlveuSDkh4BtfZImWrBZ4sl4Wb62KjgC167zZeAUueNqL5Wu3fUEnel8VrAJJO1ZwphJJ1MUgM7xvDWTydP8Kio4e9znO-4HLanwm4s9HNQ7n3TQ/s1600/102_2170.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8HKJffNwRIqAgbFFfIbFjsKaUrgnlveuSDkh4BtfZImWrBZ4sl4Wb62KjgC167zZeAUueNqL5Wu3fUEnel8VrAJJO1ZwphJJ1MUgM7xvDWTydP8Kio4e9znO-4HLanwm4s9HNQ7n3TQ/s320/102_2170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981030360901234" border="0" /></a><br />Another year has gone by. Looking at your little dress brings it all back. Angel was perfect size for your outfit mommy was going to bring you home in. So she's going to wear it for awhile.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnIRnOEJn-OzQusmrEzcMzz8Ze3J1sK6ubIXr9iD7klCf4iAsHzsEVga_hzDhBMbt6m1HBxX-R1ITCkVgibLQtBudOngIe__7GtnbJ_Uq5eD7yRXjKhxUhpEwt9ibi7vVmhUQkbK88Oc/s1600/102_2162.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnIRnOEJn-OzQusmrEzcMzz8Ze3J1sK6ubIXr9iD7klCf4iAsHzsEVga_hzDhBMbt6m1HBxX-R1ITCkVgibLQtBudOngIe__7GtnbJ_Uq5eD7yRXjKhxUhpEwt9ibi7vVmhUQkbK88Oc/s320/102_2162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570981031022858194" border="0" /></a><br />We hung up Grandma's blanket too for this year. At the end of the two weeks it's going to be packed safely with your things. Mommy hopes someday she has a big house and can leave these kinds of things out all the time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-H081PpnnSjpcJ4k7L41LPpEyKrBY5Rs4OGc_hvgxvDuTWsE6c9J7AbZR-F1AJ4Uo0z3Ox2Lve0K-iMrd9aIWDPaacnT4L0hmZxN9tb6j97XWIyfT35mHQIUQW00-a52WDFjqRZfX7s/s1600/102_2155.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-H081PpnnSjpcJ4k7L41LPpEyKrBY5Rs4OGc_hvgxvDuTWsE6c9J7AbZR-F1AJ4Uo0z3Ox2Lve0K-iMrd9aIWDPaacnT4L0hmZxN9tb6j97XWIyfT35mHQIUQW00-a52WDFjqRZfX7s/s320/102_2155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980887242208114" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a close up of Angel in your outfit, along with a candle burning bright.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9WYmP9_I7fiKEM5Yq2CMrPzqa5UKZgaPMD7-yKRiF03v32Shyphenhyphenecrz4qkJ_47Dtf9yU9wbAICk_czqC9aswK34r2yITF7y0mxjjs6g3_XC8Fi12gO-nbe7_N4wWk6zenWQX6nF3lFJ6M/s1600/102_2153.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9WYmP9_I7fiKEM5Yq2CMrPzqa5UKZgaPMD7-yKRiF03v32Shyphenhyphenecrz4qkJ_47Dtf9yU9wbAICk_czqC9aswK34r2yITF7y0mxjjs6g3_XC8Fi12gO-nbe7_N4wWk6zenWQX6nF3lFJ6M/s320/102_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980883208494082" border="0" /></a><br />The dress you wore for one of our favorite pictures.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjrP4mXBNSYl97k_Ve7TvbBRZpnVrEqva0Uql6niItTSzvinqu8uMKQ25TCiOGzaZm19j5h_j44xsMXCL_kMrIJqsYvgNopghinbHhex26-JrKduxmBlO1JcN5G7icAA2HZNW65COMGI/s1600/102_2150.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjrP4mXBNSYl97k_Ve7TvbBRZpnVrEqva0Uql6niItTSzvinqu8uMKQ25TCiOGzaZm19j5h_j44xsMXCL_kMrIJqsYvgNopghinbHhex26-JrKduxmBlO1JcN5G7icAA2HZNW65COMGI/s320/102_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980882150831378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNZsxB7bZudfaw_-wTIUugM-R4sUexW3uD2jIwwXYMhFUxo2I0TDRr7r8A1f0_iUsTqzKx-wsdo-1lRyNGCubCQaOb7xfy2Z6YmSpltEzeiFEKkCjHdpX0ZX2b_6AtZLrhWZ2VPy5iXU/s1600/100_2184.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNZsxB7bZudfaw_-wTIUugM-R4sUexW3uD2jIwwXYMhFUxo2I0TDRr7r8A1f0_iUsTqzKx-wsdo-1lRyNGCubCQaOb7xfy2Z6YmSpltEzeiFEKkCjHdpX0ZX2b_6AtZLrhWZ2VPy5iXU/s320/100_2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570987457734923698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As always here is your birthday balloon :) A butterfly this year.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IMCF1BbxmH6daFBKkv-fUtANOfqXtKM6-YTGp43kaIpztB-JzdPTs_yEoWNn3ebH0Y9vbR6SGfYl5oq4tOKMVFe0c20VZGoaC9N5yAKu8R7_cgtRXPdqMjoC8IKqJdWvBaLhKWkz3fg/s1600/100_2189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IMCF1BbxmH6daFBKkv-fUtANOfqXtKM6-YTGp43kaIpztB-JzdPTs_yEoWNn3ebH0Y9vbR6SGfYl5oq4tOKMVFe0c20VZGoaC9N5yAKu8R7_cgtRXPdqMjoC8IKqJdWvBaLhKWkz3fg/s320/100_2189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570987460065813058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Emilie helped this year. She carried the balloon out and even let it go for me :)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBeVPC1iRoWAE6zoht3UtsYOms108hrfZcrvbgM15of5mppbtetVY18JEqhYGnwZP14yOrLHRmwoJWk51Esg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Another year may have passed but your will never be forgotten. Mommy made you a new video this year too. Hopefully this one won't get the music taken out of it since the song is free to use for things like these. Know little girl your with me always. Love mommy.<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-56480114297844178982011-02-05T11:27:00.000-08:002011-02-05T11:29:48.218-08:00A few new things...<div style="text-align: center;">Came across this woman who makes these tiny babies out of molds. Then she customizes them for what you are looking for :) How nice it this! Expect to see this babe crop up alot in Kaitlin's memorial set-ups :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJoa3xLXj8-BTUUcF9MJxh9WnRG1jr9CQCVbER3NnIbiD5LLxBhxhyQCK_votsLXZRkrv60IyDwv2P5fSX-_gCLJisry66qtjfc6A3Vsd0DZqjeIhJQBpv8qFDL1qF4odeXWSekhVZ-0/s1600/100_1993.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJoa3xLXj8-BTUUcF9MJxh9WnRG1jr9CQCVbER3NnIbiD5LLxBhxhyQCK_votsLXZRkrv60IyDwv2P5fSX-_gCLJisry66qtjfc6A3Vsd0DZqjeIhJQBpv8qFDL1qF4odeXWSekhVZ-0/s320/100_1993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570289364440160370" border="0" /></a><br />I also got the a little plaque made with the same tiny babe on it for the wall :) This one will always be out. And it all came in time for her anniversary that is coming in a few days :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzw9EKXVX2iL8zpE5srvIW9cOkbFn0WtZY3KFnc7YbBSTNt-VkRYag52AQUQIOcmcRYjS_quYq_iSwOaz_KXa9-04xze9hPhyphenhyphenaTR0pz2QRLwANCzTE7rP1jyQHSpbiR0hDvKYfoDYFj9o/s1600/102_2136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzw9EKXVX2iL8zpE5srvIW9cOkbFn0WtZY3KFnc7YbBSTNt-VkRYag52AQUQIOcmcRYjS_quYq_iSwOaz_KXa9-04xze9hPhyphenhyphenaTR0pz2QRLwANCzTE7rP1jyQHSpbiR0hDvKYfoDYFj9o/s320/102_2136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570289360600789826" border="0" /></a><br />Close up of the plaque.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIykb6fPCEYz17Ze2ZOz1BnfJCLiG01WCx0vtQyzCK3r7ZSKe7rkoq4b3mXE2G19l2hmaO2fRDCkVMsebg6xP6hEaLyaHJQtTXGmzbjLKuqmLSvrwn4qZfPfgLTH4X_MmcnKLjNy127c8/s1600/102_2138.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIykb6fPCEYz17Ze2ZOz1BnfJCLiG01WCx0vtQyzCK3r7ZSKe7rkoq4b3mXE2G19l2hmaO2fRDCkVMsebg6xP6hEaLyaHJQtTXGmzbjLKuqmLSvrwn4qZfPfgLTH4X_MmcnKLjNy127c8/s320/102_2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570289361702488418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-13844447711733940912010-12-25T04:05:00.000-08:002010-12-25T04:06:10.047-08:00Merry Christmas Baby Girl :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy29dEDK4H7nSsoAmLWeZNlekImROGAwzeZrKU-HlCYHFmUAmeSmM9pqyV8HD0bcHhpSsfOnO5DipLQujj19ynV56PyaS7uClS30xVZuelh79WesCRZHOcbvnlI3U2ijS3yasWQrjNZkY/s1600/100_1536.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy29dEDK4H7nSsoAmLWeZNlekImROGAwzeZrKU-HlCYHFmUAmeSmM9pqyV8HD0bcHhpSsfOnO5DipLQujj19ynV56PyaS7uClS30xVZuelh79WesCRZHOcbvnlI3U2ijS3yasWQrjNZkY/s400/100_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554589955732757282" border="0" /></a>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-7873889186760617732010-12-03T07:00:00.001-08:002010-12-03T07:07:33.073-08:00Christmas for Kaitlin<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8lzRxDlqE58Vj0C2b_KBRpg-WBth5b8hKLBDJN8ly_udjEHkafdif-XyjFFHwFKOBJQeETA9xWkZT6llHUwdfyoj_n8RDgBtDl-U3Ps7ByQqe-ir0PaX1B5p5CaXMhWOa-04N5TtaFA/s1600/102_1313.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8lzRxDlqE58Vj0C2b_KBRpg-WBth5b8hKLBDJN8ly_udjEHkafdif-XyjFFHwFKOBJQeETA9xWkZT6llHUwdfyoj_n8RDgBtDl-U3Ps7ByQqe-ir0PaX1B5p5CaXMhWOa-04N5TtaFA/s400/102_1313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546471288016058498" border="0" /></a><br />So every year since we've lost her Kaitlin has got her own tree. It runs from the time I put it up until Christmas. It's the one light we leave on all night :)<br /><br />I've gotten the names off the giving tree again a newborn for our sweet angel and a baby for Emilie. Gifts for them are bought and almost ready to go.<br /><br />This year I intend on adding in the tradition of lighting a candle Christmas morning while we unwrap presents.<br /><br />Merry Christmas Sweet Baby...hope you stay near this holiday season.<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-9198306051756420332010-10-16T17:10:00.000-07:002010-10-16T17:21:43.980-07:00Building of Angel<div style="text-align: center;">So I've fallen in love with Build-A-Bear. I so wish I had one of these when I was growing up :) Emilie got her new bunny Peanutbutter and on trip number two we made Kaitlin a special bear. Here we are picking out something to put inside her. She says "I love you" when you press the button in her heart area.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIabeNIcfrmFlqKHs1ptP7Oo1jkiQH-IjIoHjlMAr237iqx2Cn_4WmYshoxcQ8V13QKYtkZAl0K7ua_Dr-_ckJQ-R6oVXifIuolH3xgCQsfOu0NZ4LD3VaYS0adnxAS38JMXhHotv5tA/s1600/100_8933.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIabeNIcfrmFlqKHs1ptP7Oo1jkiQH-IjIoHjlMAr237iqx2Cn_4WmYshoxcQ8V13QKYtkZAl0K7ua_Dr-_ckJQ-R6oVXifIuolH3xgCQsfOu0NZ4LD3VaYS0adnxAS38JMXhHotv5tA/s320/100_8933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528801208745482210" border="0" /></a><br />Emilie enjoyed herself :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-p07RBX5qPg3zAfq4eRq6FpUk6fASUVspM1RGNLpNQRxRiNilNmCUCYm6QUn1L71arPU-GCAIqhUlv0-Z2eOmtSovQuGTrTtaMsqP7DvRvb8saWPTU8wo1f_MtC5qRKO9VVKbYMVbjw/s1600/100_8939.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-p07RBX5qPg3zAfq4eRq6FpUk6fASUVspM1RGNLpNQRxRiNilNmCUCYm6QUn1L71arPU-GCAIqhUlv0-Z2eOmtSovQuGTrTtaMsqP7DvRvb8saWPTU8wo1f_MtC5qRKO9VVKbYMVbjw/s320/100_8939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528801207347986722" border="0" /></a><br />Time to bring our little bear to life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqs-2cPnN23NNjzwBS_Twb31UNnaoxOIURvGD9_nM7BzaMQBkOaTbPFcPJ-8kGVdg7tC9Ch3Vo4Ia5GAO73K1l27hLiR21BtTJFdxYtILdFr96mh5f2eUYiEga0mmh_HFcWpfYHCwPCmc/s1600/100_8941.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqs-2cPnN23NNjzwBS_Twb31UNnaoxOIURvGD9_nM7BzaMQBkOaTbPFcPJ-8kGVdg7tC9Ch3Vo4Ia5GAO73K1l27hLiR21BtTJFdxYtILdFr96mh5f2eUYiEga0mmh_HFcWpfYHCwPCmc/s320/100_8941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528801205187331938" border="0" /></a><br />Angel has three hearts inside of her.<br />One for mommy, one for daddy and one for her sister Emilie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD9QVj29xSkhPtzdq8s-XHbHx51xH7jR0k-jL3MQvxuzHHIYdVHxp7Q_6S7qyv1kwYlU-xhaYD31Idd3BWwwwhE0tjTCitQ2xp9xk904VZY6pyiRwbcoZE0TapOirMzJJHd8vd8SiLNc/s1600/100_8952.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRD9QVj29xSkhPtzdq8s-XHbHx51xH7jR0k-jL3MQvxuzHHIYdVHxp7Q_6S7qyv1kwYlU-xhaYD31Idd3BWwwwhE0tjTCitQ2xp9xk904VZY6pyiRwbcoZE0TapOirMzJJHd8vd8SiLNc/s320/100_8952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528801202406766834" border="0" /></a><br />We both kissed the hearts before they were put inside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ7bhs0RHVzk3RUbFB949fv82lyR1hdfUvrXVF_o80I_JqVVop0KDZ-jeYKJtwmOocGAAWIwJEshO6pF8gVkpe5vda86VvXhQKrv58It5zsuLiRx3Gf-Y1rLsqqneou8poIxo7OsoLok/s1600/100_8963.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ7bhs0RHVzk3RUbFB949fv82lyR1hdfUvrXVF_o80I_JqVVop0KDZ-jeYKJtwmOocGAAWIwJEshO6pF8gVkpe5vda86VvXhQKrv58It5zsuLiRx3Gf-Y1rLsqqneou8poIxo7OsoLok/s320/100_8963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528800884213325522" border="0" /></a><br />Totally posing since Ashley just couldn't keep up ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivchj-d9E7wwU7j_0m1JbVPybUz_OlIj70jF0c9kytEpVZK71Yg45xM39zQJAmDJWl55CMXQoW39J4mFtQR2pmGl5q2pIYYTWj6n0KfXgPsZMUrnmSjZF3bMw9AbnnPa2KfK2HggkDx08/s1600/100_8964.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivchj-d9E7wwU7j_0m1JbVPybUz_OlIj70jF0c9kytEpVZK71Yg45xM39zQJAmDJWl55CMXQoW39J4mFtQR2pmGl5q2pIYYTWj6n0KfXgPsZMUrnmSjZF3bMw9AbnnPa2KfK2HggkDx08/s320/100_8964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528800879071589458" border="0" /></a><br />Giving Angel a cleaning before we move on to dressing her and officially naming her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkXgNvVJSY2PW9N4BCK_x0uGgz6HWwfpCQ-GkqnJ0_M3tYYGAQSIN5n89joTRihetuMTCv2C191vWsBAPBGrQR-IOVOJVQI5OKr-A3vHsrHlD05KwVdXnxPhdOYwNW0-yFMV8nD1Xdh8/s1600/100_8973.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkXgNvVJSY2PW9N4BCK_x0uGgz6HWwfpCQ-GkqnJ0_M3tYYGAQSIN5n89joTRihetuMTCv2C191vWsBAPBGrQR-IOVOJVQI5OKr-A3vHsrHlD05KwVdXnxPhdOYwNW0-yFMV8nD1Xdh8/s320/100_8973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528800866274695490" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are making out her birth certificate. Which we put her birthday as February 7th. Since she is Kaitlin's bear after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUXlcqti6oSpdwpmRk8MroO_7EC-PVETYJArx7MzCLVMen25_HtzjWnI7g7fADel5R-DZQbNxCHjT9zS_HJaTGNv5YTHJTqAWFhoYvt4izRVMB7qaxkayBQEoTp7Sct3bZjNyYZccaPA/s1600/100_8977.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUXlcqti6oSpdwpmRk8MroO_7EC-PVETYJArx7MzCLVMen25_HtzjWnI7g7fADel5R-DZQbNxCHjT9zS_HJaTGNv5YTHJTqAWFhoYvt4izRVMB7qaxkayBQEoTp7Sct3bZjNyYZccaPA/s320/100_8977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528800865080647410" border="0" /></a><br />And here she is :) All pretty and purple. Someday she might even have an angel costume if I like it on her. I have to wait for Christmas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4esOAze1FdKj-hCzlaFFT9e049qpgP7ZM2UiSxjKQPmYX4RPc1wsMNxtQdPvphUtpeO0EC2PCtuD1ESQfjjE8zRHfakHtFl2SorB4PQPI_xS59_5p5yagAHrACtAg0NCBKLIFg6bAoN8/s1600/100_0388.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4esOAze1FdKj-hCzlaFFT9e049qpgP7ZM2UiSxjKQPmYX4RPc1wsMNxtQdPvphUtpeO0EC2PCtuD1ESQfjjE8zRHfakHtFl2SorB4PQPI_xS59_5p5yagAHrACtAg0NCBKLIFg6bAoN8/s320/100_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528800828989408946" border="0" /></a><br />You may think it's silly to have a bear set aside for a child who will never hug her. But it's these small things that I can do to keep Kaitlin alive and with me. I got to share Kaitlin with my friends the day I made this bear. And now I have something to give hugs to when I miss her. And the little "I love you" always brings a tear to my eye.<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-22917190079210355602010-02-07T08:15:00.000-08:002010-02-09T08:19:49.206-08:002 years<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAK6Hmy8UHgcTZsDav-xVUfHX7N_W9BziUyW6iou4GA0KLi2Sg52GpJ_0OUJFeKjM0ytZCR3B5nq386M09SwAqK0jftz4y4G1IjJ-UgPuubRxYdV8qkihssrRtLDMM5NjRBWmr9fNApk/s1600-h/100_6231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAK6Hmy8UHgcTZsDav-xVUfHX7N_W9BziUyW6iou4GA0KLi2Sg52GpJ_0OUJFeKjM0ytZCR3B5nq386M09SwAqK0jftz4y4G1IjJ-UgPuubRxYdV8qkihssrRtLDMM5NjRBWmr9fNApk/s400/100_6231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436278367918256994" border="0" /></a><br />Another year has passed since we first met our baby girl, Kaitlin Terra.<br />The excitement I felt the first day I saw her is still there in my heart, along with the sadness I feel for what we didn't know was coming in the following days.<br /><br />We kept the celebration small this year. We bought another cake. Lit another candle, and one will be lite each day until the day she passed. And I laid our her gown and hat.<br /><br />Her little sister is still a little young to understand and will be for many years, but next year she will be able to participate more in Kaitlin's birthday, this year she just got a little tiny bite for frosting.<br /><br />We miss you baby girl and will love you always.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY8kuc0_Mp-x_6IOvuaGBIXjLlk93bdeYgN48DXupnr9DXXLMQO6ju0iWFhaGZB_nvX5r_9_UXKl9zqjCSKGHZFGuOYTKiJoucFDrAOpx1nwOry1yqb_7bp4Zg8AU4ocFPae5G-VZXfs/s1600-h/100_6224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY8kuc0_Mp-x_6IOvuaGBIXjLlk93bdeYgN48DXupnr9DXXLMQO6ju0iWFhaGZB_nvX5r_9_UXKl9zqjCSKGHZFGuOYTKiJoucFDrAOpx1nwOry1yqb_7bp4Zg8AU4ocFPae5G-VZXfs/s400/100_6224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436278357260927474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0df7KoL0NPOrvEvBEtpmygqkngn9n10xvktUeo8zmsCRmJEVvgvseejh9kP0xMyq6IVRCxdQlnTk3GTcyPxsxdRT-uMw6m9AQf-jhGi5PgB1dU_69MB3Hdd0paDl6ovXDQxOHVbaIv04/s1600-h/100_6223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0df7KoL0NPOrvEvBEtpmygqkngn9n10xvktUeo8zmsCRmJEVvgvseejh9kP0xMyq6IVRCxdQlnTk3GTcyPxsxdRT-uMw6m9AQf-jhGi5PgB1dU_69MB3Hdd0paDl6ovXDQxOHVbaIv04/s400/100_6223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436278353810050722" border="0" /></a>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-84294331841034980022009-12-26T03:55:00.000-08:002009-12-26T04:06:16.031-08:00Merry Christmas Kaitlin!<div style="text-align: center;">Last year Mommy and Daddy didn't decorate the house so there was nothing out to show it was Christmas. We also didn't have your urn out for people to see. We were still adjusting and missing you too much. This year it was different.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2UOugbuNwzRf_w1FNtLgORExBSi-rSc7sRhyphenhyphenGIAdoZuTC347Muvls-e-683QDwyrISxDhNSd32Hw1ZP0Gk82ccQhr8GtJo1YTmFVa3TeYpFhqPsS3SdUSWdNQ6kSWKqZ4CYFEEVjCLFA/s1600-h/100_5292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2UOugbuNwzRf_w1FNtLgORExBSi-rSc7sRhyphenhyphenGIAdoZuTC347Muvls-e-683QDwyrISxDhNSd32Hw1ZP0Gk82ccQhr8GtJo1YTmFVa3TeYpFhqPsS3SdUSWdNQ6kSWKqZ4CYFEEVjCLFA/s320/100_5292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419512634916509954" border="0" /></a>Mommy found the sweetest little bib and outfit while out shopping for your sister. She got the outfit but the bib will forever be yours. Santa's Littlest Angel....how fitting :) I also found I had a perfect little tree to put on your shelf. I put batteries in it and it ran 24/7. Your own personal tree, topped with a special ornament your Grammie gave mommy last Christmas. Before we put it away mommy is going to see if Daddy or Uncle Tom can change the colors of the lights inside it :)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxaDi2YbKxSFV3-n5ddwcKHYClURA0djNFy4AFF2xslybPYfWs18liiEzBG3Xreib1tDvPixNlQ-syloMi7jUR1KHpDGsr-RSvDhF6oio1F8KrLWJIu-FUG_1oOVLrI83hyw9P77W2uYQ/s1600-h/100_5298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxaDi2YbKxSFV3-n5ddwcKHYClURA0djNFy4AFF2xslybPYfWs18liiEzBG3Xreib1tDvPixNlQ-syloMi7jUR1KHpDGsr-RSvDhF6oio1F8KrLWJIu-FUG_1oOVLrI83hyw9P77W2uYQ/s320/100_5298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419512630886110402" border="0" /></a>Last year Mommy did do something for you, she found these ornaments. One hangs with your pictures on the wall but the other will be put on our tree every year :) Your sister has one just like it too, just this year her's didn't make the tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2fet0vwEWzOm9nTvxknD7HZqPBiqg9EbOA3izskZbQTc_9S6N5fi3USWzLVVXkz6ckD_eWmRfxFMNJinRw0T_9pm9nTD86W7yXxh6LLtt_TcyR4-Fi8bCYFplawasmXxvBfKvEOCOH8/s1600-h/100_5305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2fet0vwEWzOm9nTvxknD7HZqPBiqg9EbOA3izskZbQTc_9S6N5fi3USWzLVVXkz6ckD_eWmRfxFMNJinRw0T_9pm9nTD86W7yXxh6LLtt_TcyR4-Fi8bCYFplawasmXxvBfKvEOCOH8/s320/100_5305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419512622133044082" border="0" /></a>There are also two purple butterfly ornaments that mommy will put on the tree each year. She bought them while visiting Uncle Travis and Aunt Kristi. This year only this one made it there, but we'll get the other one fixed so it can hang too :)<br />There also is a special angel on the tree that mommy bought last year too. The Angel of Hope.<br /><br />Merry Christmas sweet baby girl.<br /><br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-23540024002114387532009-06-12T02:27:00.000-07:002009-06-14T06:21:01.252-07:00A Sister AngelI've been following closely the story of a baby that was born just before Christmas this past year, well 10 days before Christmas to be exact. Her name Keelan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6KPxXaCTgNApe20sJvkFav4KrTZv53ZsIgQsHv9jA7IlHsW9WO3abjbfC4WnZImnXPyjjQNOv47yWAk4oWejECQQtPvlfWcvmaMEyS9QtuBFzwDoRi8EJZCgiA4Sl14Q-iJ8O6AkaTM/s1600-h/32182_IMG_0037_display2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6KPxXaCTgNApe20sJvkFav4KrTZv53ZsIgQsHv9jA7IlHsW9WO3abjbfC4WnZImnXPyjjQNOv47yWAk4oWejECQQtPvlfWcvmaMEyS9QtuBFzwDoRi8EJZCgiA4Sl14Q-iJ8O6AkaTM/s400/32182_IMG_0037_display2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346371063504090210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She quickly started having problems after a full term pregnancy :\ (Even carrying to 40 weeks doesn't guarantee anything). After lots of tests and help in the NICU Keelan was diagnosed with Canavan Disorder, which meant there was no chance for her survival. Her parents were told to take her home to die.<br /><br />However they asked for a second opinion. Which they found that Canavan Disorder was not the issue. Keelan spent much time in and out of hospitals. Everytime she came home we all hoped it would be for good, but relapses happened and she had to go back. She had lots of trouble swallowing and sucking so she spent time on feeding tubes and O2.<br /><br />The last blow came early in June. They had done lots of tests on her to see how they "fix" her. Her latest MRI however showed it just couldn't be done. Her brain was shrinking and thats just something we haven't figured out how to stop yet. So her parents where told it was just a matter of time.<br /><br />A week later they had thier final night with thier baby girl before she slipped away in an eternal sleep. She was almost 6 months old.<br /><br />You can read her obituary here: <a href="http://theday.com/re.aspx?re=2d861c10-23cf-4da0-a8d9-ea1afc0160bb">Keelan Budds</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLAIYGe12lSXzg33Ji2twuaqVMWWLSgOYlRlLKzGZTuTLebka81PXJPmnbNdlwdsmg1N08fhXIWngvcWZuzvqAB_0Z87Dp-3qXC9i1MwI48EW7DxL4sQ4Xtrs1LsIHqja3urh90WAsbs/s1600-h/49506_smileybritches_display.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLAIYGe12lSXzg33Ji2twuaqVMWWLSgOYlRlLKzGZTuTLebka81PXJPmnbNdlwdsmg1N08fhXIWngvcWZuzvqAB_0Z87Dp-3qXC9i1MwI48EW7DxL4sQ4Xtrs1LsIHqja3urh90WAsbs/s400/49506_smileybritches_display.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346371065183416306" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know why this story touches me more than so many of the others i've read and followed. I think it has alot to do with how there was so much hope that she would pull through and in the end it didn't matter. In the end the cards where already picked for her and her parents are just left to deal with the consequences. My heart broke each and every time she seemed to get worse and rejoiced everytime she got better. I had hoped one day baby Keelan would go home for good but as a happy healthy baby. My thoughts remain with her parents through this difficult time. Kaitlin and Keelan are sure to become fast friends.<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-64453497744554206722009-05-10T00:01:00.000-07:002009-05-10T00:01:05.692-07:00Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1LAgty62jR75G6Kci6clqxFmXF2MEoIv83SHLRmmEmemTQdbEYTHav0x2sqRCnFJkJp_GACNEuGtZVmIdQODQfBpH1rKx9V9WCAtpkpWU9QO1n7pZE6g0KhDh9i69xuGbq8T5xuWfm4/s1600-h/Deals+On+Mother%27s+Day+Gifts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1LAgty62jR75G6Kci6clqxFmXF2MEoIv83SHLRmmEmemTQdbEYTHav0x2sqRCnFJkJp_GACNEuGtZVmIdQODQfBpH1rKx9V9WCAtpkpWU9QO1n7pZE6g0KhDh9i69xuGbq8T5xuWfm4/s400/Deals+On+Mother%27s+Day+Gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333970303117963522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Dear Mr. Hallmark,</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I am writing to you from heaven,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">and though it must appear</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">A rather strange idea,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I see everything from here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I just popped in to visit,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">your stores to find a card</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">A card of love for my mother,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">as this day for her is hard.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">There must be some mistake I thought,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">There was every card you could imagine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Except I could not find a card,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">from a child who lives in heaven.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">She is still a mother too,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">no matter where I reside</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I had to leave, she understands,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">but oh the tears she's cried.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I thought that if I wrote you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">that you would come to know</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">That though I live in heaven now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I still love my mother so.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">She talks with me, and dreams with me;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">we still share laughter too,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Memories is our way of speaking now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">would you see what you could do?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">My mother carries me in her heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">her tears she hides from sight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">She writes poems to honor me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">sometimes far into the night</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">She plants flowers in my garden,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">there my living memory dwells</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">She writes to other grieving parents,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">trying to ease their pain as well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">So you see Mr. Hallmark,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">though I no longer live on earth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I must find a way,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">to remind her of her wondrous worth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">She needs to be honored,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">and remembered too</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Just as the children of earth will do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Thank you Mr. Hallmark,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I know you'll do your best</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I have done all I can do;</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">to you I'll leave the rest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Find a way to tell her,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">how much she means to me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Until I can do it for myself,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">when she joins me in eternity.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">~</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#663300;" class="size12 Helvetica12" ><i>JODY SEILHEIMER</i></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#663300;" class="size14 Helvetica14" > ~ </span></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-13433452611779816202009-05-02T16:26:00.000-07:002009-05-09T16:27:19.953-07:00March of Dimes Walk<div style="text-align: center;">The walk was today!!! Yay!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are the guys walking!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNV-CMOW0xsMIzTvActb_lcWYWDF7HxZ2IrjwCZCJjEjIjLsx0fpcYqB12Yw3FR7x7akid4UhekeFlZcq7SA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-ii905UgG59WnspvJ4agYsK8fy8_f4gQC0UX_R74rRu9QtO5H5mR52ts9Ejr8SOBSDGMJ6S1gbMxsbPwzEWgciE5AVznztKem2naGGF0E5ouXGIyW9nSsp5coZT2KqZDq_Kn2iLWtZw/s1600-h/100_0788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-ii905UgG59WnspvJ4agYsK8fy8_f4gQC0UX_R74rRu9QtO5H5mR52ts9Ejr8SOBSDGMJ6S1gbMxsbPwzEWgciE5AVznztKem2naGGF0E5ouXGIyW9nSsp5coZT2KqZDq_Kn2iLWtZw/s320/100_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331292931030247426" border="0" /></a>This is what I did while the guys were walking :) The chair is even purple which was the color this year for their t-shirts. I think it's normally the color but last year they were periwinklish. We got lots of stuff this year, things I didn't expect we would get since I thought that you only get one of the incentives, but not complaining. I got a new sweatshirt :) And they will be mailing me a $100 Macy's card. Which I'm not sure what I will do with it yet...but cool to have I guess. Really I could careless about the incentives.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNFtEXnWew7hGhRfnNXgqAV7zvQiq1m0Tko4_iY2atF199BdY-Rrr8a9CPdg2gJWspVwGTFtBw_0NAxf_iUidcmyHOVp4CjDYYY9q7F5DI7meif-dEAkArSeV6wF4F5H0H3uQ9k0nS94/s1600-h/100_0783.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNFtEXnWew7hGhRfnNXgqAV7zvQiq1m0Tko4_iY2atF199BdY-Rrr8a9CPdg2gJWspVwGTFtBw_0NAxf_iUidcmyHOVp4CjDYYY9q7F5DI7meif-dEAkArSeV6wF4F5H0H3uQ9k0nS94/s320/100_0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331292927536738114" border="0" /></a><br />Here is everyone who was there :) Yay for Jason not having to walk alone. It was a cold morning so thank you to all who came!! It was greatly appreciated. Next year Jen and I want to staff the registration stand with our combined team...so we will be looking for volunteers to collect money, hand out incentives and possibly cook food...it doesn't take your whole day so even if you can only give an hour or two please think about it!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymeFbLuSNLJL_FBgS2AIh7fd78TUdjpEWjxIQk92tQjIInS43g83ouqTSL2BEDLHg09MTyDGaTe_B_eOQXB7IECox5eIFFeQYiun7fj6N-84eUMHeV6RIbA7gQ9YDikegkD_n5IGo36M/s1600-h/100_0780.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymeFbLuSNLJL_FBgS2AIh7fd78TUdjpEWjxIQk92tQjIInS43g83ouqTSL2BEDLHg09MTyDGaTe_B_eOQXB7IECox5eIFFeQYiun7fj6N-84eUMHeV6RIbA7gQ9YDikegkD_n5IGo36M/s320/100_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331292926065365234" border="0" /></a><br />And this is Jen and I :) She had her own team there walking for her little man Zachary. Next year we are joining together and calling it something like Our Angels, or something and our t-shirts will have pics of both Zack and Kaitlin.<br /><br />Here is the graphic that was only my t-shirt:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYzkPYJq_95XN30_IGKEMzVoAh0JpWls_zieX7dg_RMa-2ibSqCG2Mrv45KmILTwIBday0dV5FawcSDOASVFrc71mg94dtaLKS6dfLJ0gZXJOef7FTwia9gPtASgnIO7VKTKKzJU1V20/s1600-h/AngelKaitlin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYzkPYJq_95XN30_IGKEMzVoAh0JpWls_zieX7dg_RMa-2ibSqCG2Mrv45KmILTwIBday0dV5FawcSDOASVFrc71mg94dtaLKS6dfLJ0gZXJOef7FTwia9gPtASgnIO7VKTKKzJU1V20/s320/AngelKaitlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331294525524183378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Again a big thank you to all who donated!! We in deed reached our goal. Which I did also cry when they did the count down to the walk and I probably always will...but thats another story. Any donations received now will go towards next years walk, where the goal won't be so high. BUT here is a cool fact. Kmart in this area brought in $7,000 and we brought in $1,221 :) So doing that ALONE without the convience of a store sponsership is pretty cool!<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-12765529414482761362009-02-21T19:37:00.000-08:002009-02-21T19:41:41.919-08:00It's been a year...<div style="text-align: left;">...since we last held our little girl. She will always be missed and always be loved. A friend wrote this for us in Kaitlin's name and I thought it fitting to place it here.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />An Angel Speaks</span></span><br /><br />Momma, I wanted to drop you a line<br />To let you know I'm doing fine<br /><br />To me the other angels sing,<br />You've now earned you angel wing.<br /><br />I look at flowers in the sun<br />And oh the butterflies are so much fun<br /><br />For many months you cared for me,<br />and loved me enough to let me be me.<br /><br />If you don't already know, this new baby will show,<br />How wonderful a mother you are.<br /><br />No need to let me know your doing fine<br />Cause as an angel, I watch over all of you from nine to nine<br /><br />So thank you momma for being strong,<br />Until next time, so long<br /><br />by: T. Colclough<br /><br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-75431176451378627872009-02-05T08:20:00.000-08:002009-02-21T19:41:03.010-08:00Kaitlin is turning one...<style type="text/css"><!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On Saturday morning at 10:04 am Kaitlin turns one. I've thought so hard on what to do for her, how to honor her memory and how to get through the next two weeks. I wanted to hold a memorial for her, but I can't being pregnant and on bedrest. So I have to do one alone with Jason. But if any of you want to do your own I would love to know about it and have pictures. As her blog will be continuing on through the years. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At 10:04 am this Saturday I will be lighting a purple candle. I have a special candle holder I picked out and i'm impatiently waiting for it to arrive so hopefully it will be here. Since I won't leave a candle burning all night it will blown out before bed and relight each morning for the 14 days she lived. I also am having a special cake made for her on Saturday. On the 21<sup>st</sup> Jason and I will release purple balloons with our own messages to her on them. The final candle will be extinguished at 10:08 pm.<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I will post pictures of the memorial we did here when I have it all set up. If you are doing one of your own and would like to send the pics please do :) I would love to include them.<br /></p>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583314084492581182.post-68447861058738984742008-07-24T09:33:00.000-07:002008-11-15T12:44:57.290-08:00In Kaitlin's NameThere are many sites that have been created at this point that go along with my memorial for my little girl:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://inkaitlinsname.blogspot.com/">In Kaitlin's Name </a><br />All the things that are done in memory of our sweet baby girl is here.<br /><br /><a href="http://miscarriageblankets.blogspot.com/">Miscarriage Blankets</a><br />The site I made to describe the blankets and how to order them from me.<br /><br /><a href="http://theirgarden.blogspot.com/">Their Garden in the Sky</a><br />Other people's little angels.<br /><br /><a href="http://mmeherne.googlepages.com/angelpoems">Angel Poems</a><br />A place for my poetry along with others.<br /><br /><a href="http://mmeherne.googlepages.com/kaitlin%27scd">Kaitlin's Memorial CD</a><br />Why I chose these songs and their lyrics<br /><br /><a href="http://mmeherne.googlepages.com/loomknitting">Looming for Angels</a><br />A place for my patterns<br /></div>princessamourahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751529443862790377noreply@blogger.com