<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:42:44.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A little bit of Country"</title><subtitle type='html'>High heel lovin' cowboy boot wearin' lover of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-4682236513123053864</id><published>2011-07-23T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:28:10.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>playing catchup... maybe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where does the time go these days??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little man is as sweet as ever.&amp;nbsp; cooing. smiling. and starting to cackle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It melts my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those cheeks...oh the cheeks...I squeeze them often.&amp;nbsp; So smooshy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the feelings are unexplainable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love. joy. and an indescrible sense of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this little man.&amp;nbsp; He makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-4682236513123053864?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4682236513123053864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=4682236513123053864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/4682236513123053864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/4682236513123053864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2011/07/playing-catchup-maybe.html' title='playing catchup... maybe!'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSm95upUL-8/TisGLD2AzpI/AAAAAAAABt8/zqCf0FOBBzs/s72-c/levi+4th+of+july.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-3340084359410649748</id><published>2011-06-27T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:04:32.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a God thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMQ7-M3XX4/TgkzHjsOOuI/AAAAAAAABtk/ttxxU2ExkvQ/s1600/Jamie%252C+Courtney+and+Brodie+Easter+11%2527-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMQ7-M3XX4/TgkzHjsOOuI/AAAAAAAABtk/ttxxU2ExkvQ/s320/Jamie%252C+Courtney+and+Brodie+Easter+11%2527-4.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It all started on Monday night April 25th as I was home alone sitting on the couch with the tv on, but feeling like I was in another world in complete silence.&amp;nbsp; There were tears that started... almost uncontrollable.&amp;nbsp; I could just not stop thinking that the next day my life was about to completely change, all I prayed was, Lord please give me wisdom in this next wonderful season of our lives.&amp;nbsp; I begged Jamie for years to have a baby, and then sitting 24 hrs from having our little bundle of joy there was elation, joy, and a bundle of nerves all balled into one crazy package!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The emotions continued on to the next day when I went to my doctors appt. the next morning at 8 am.&amp;nbsp; My usual happy go lucky self could not hold back the tears.&amp;nbsp; I was scared out of my mind.&amp;nbsp; My absolutely wonderful doctor and nurses all consoled me, gave me hugs, and said that there is nothing like holding your sweet newborn baby.&amp;nbsp; My doctor was on call Wednesday, and I really really wanted my doctor to deliver me after waiting this whole time.&amp;nbsp; Since I had not made any progress for the past 4 weeks other than being at 1 centimeter and 60% effaced, my doctor had me set to go in to the hospital at 8pm that night to get ready.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I didn't want was to be induced...&amp;nbsp; Funny enough, the only thing I was stressing out about, was not the labor, but simply not being able to eat until I had my sweet baby boy.&amp;nbsp; Low blood sugar and not being able to eat scared me to death.&amp;nbsp; I can get very sick very quickly...I wanted to relish in the moment not be sick!&amp;nbsp; In the end this was a God thing too...&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I am glad the Lord had different plans!&amp;nbsp; Sometimes HE takes great pleasure in the joy of the little things.&amp;nbsp; After I left my doctors appt. I headed to my office to finish up with last minute details of my closings and files coming up, and started having contractions about 30 mins apart at 9:30.&amp;nbsp; Jamie called to go eat lunch at 12:30 ish and my contractions were at 20 mins apart. &amp;nbsp; I got home at 1:30 and they were at 16 mins apart and quickly went to 14 mins, then 10 mins, and then at 2:45 they were at 6 mins apart.&amp;nbsp; Jamie called to just check in to tell me he was going to get his hair cut before he came home and I told him I was having contractions every 6 minutes and he about flipped out!!&amp;nbsp; He got from Montevallo to Calera quicker than I knew was possible...he was on a MISSION!&amp;nbsp; I was plugging in my hair rollers in between hurling myself over the bed during my contractions.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to look somewhat cute in my pictures!&amp;nbsp; I dont think Jamie's mission included hair rollers!&amp;nbsp; He was wanting to get out of the house asap.&amp;nbsp; After I packed, repacked, and rolled my hair, I was ready :)&lt;br /&gt;
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My calm, collected, and even killed husband was going 10 over the speed limit with his flashers on going to the hospital!!!&amp;nbsp; This is incredibly funny for anyone that knows Jamie, because 5 miles under the speed limit is where he likes to be, but not today...remember, he was on a mission!!&amp;nbsp; He didn't want the "baby on board" sign to be literal.&amp;nbsp; I told him that HE was the calm and collected one, that is why I married him... two of us can't be stressed.&amp;nbsp; He had to calm down!&amp;nbsp; I was still concerned about not being able to eat and wanted to stop to get food.&amp;nbsp; Jamie said ok, but had to be somewhere around the hospital...McDonalds it was...Huge mistake...I think it made me more sick than I was already feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got to the hospital around 4:45, and they admitted me around 5:00.&amp;nbsp; When the nurse checked me I was 1.5 centimeters!!&amp;nbsp; I told her to check again.&amp;nbsp; You have GOT to be kidding me!&amp;nbsp; It was going to be a long long night.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know it would go quicker than I anticipated.&amp;nbsp; An hour later I was at 3 centimeters, and was getting my epidural.&amp;nbsp; OH, I want to just take a moment and just appreciate the epidural for a second.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I remember it well...it was heavenly!&amp;nbsp; About an hour after that I was at 5 centimeters, and my nurse was saying.. wow, this is going very fast for this to be your first baby.&amp;nbsp; We may have him by 1 or 2 am.&amp;nbsp; In another 45 mins, she checked me again and I was at 6 cent, and she said well.. maybe by 12:00 he will be here.. humm...&amp;nbsp; then I went from 6-10 centimeters in about 35 mins.&amp;nbsp; When she checked me again she was like, "wow, we are going to have this baby before I get off at 11:00pm"&amp;nbsp; Lets do it!&amp;nbsp; She went into a rush to get all the baby stuff ready, heaters, blankets, nurses going in and out of the room, etc.&amp;nbsp; The nurse said if I feel any pressure to let her know.&amp;nbsp; 10 mins later I asked her if anyone had ever had the baby and the nurses not been ready.&amp;nbsp; She laughed and said almost, but not typically.&amp;nbsp; I said I feel pressure and would feel better if they checked me again.&amp;nbsp; My sweet nurse looked and said yup, lets push a couple of times.&amp;nbsp; I pushed 3 times and she told Jamie to push the button to call the doctor in!!&amp;nbsp; The doctor came in, and I pushed 2 more times and Levi was here at 10:27 pm!&amp;nbsp; He was perfect!&amp;nbsp; All 7.3 lb, 19.5 in of him :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I had an absolutely wonderful pregnancy and labor.&amp;nbsp; I am sooo blessed.&amp;nbsp; I honestly cannot say enough about Jamie.&amp;nbsp; Once we got to the hospital, Jamie went back to his usual calm and collected demeanor.&amp;nbsp; He was wonderful every step of the way.&amp;nbsp; Holding my hand, rubbing my back, whatever I needed.&amp;nbsp; It was such a proud moment for him to get to experience the birth of his son.&amp;nbsp; I knew he would be a great dad, but nothing prepares you for that moment when you are actually a parent and the love that you feel for your child.&amp;nbsp; It is indescribable.&amp;nbsp; Getting to experience that moment with Jamie was something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next few days were almost a blur. &amp;nbsp; Wednesday was the day of the horrific tornado that came through Alabama.&amp;nbsp; We spent a good part of that day in the hallway for safety.&amp;nbsp; Even now there are still a plethora of emotions from that day.&amp;nbsp; I was bringing this sweet wonderful new addition into my family, all the while so many others lost their loved ones.&amp;nbsp; There is so much I would say about this day, but I can really sum it up by saying.. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy "Birth"day Levi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-3340084359410649748?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3340084359410649748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=3340084359410649748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/3340084359410649748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/3340084359410649748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2011/06/such-god-thing.html' title='Such a God thing.'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsMQ7-M3XX4/TgkzHjsOOuI/AAAAAAAABtk/ttxxU2ExkvQ/s72-c/Jamie%252C+Courtney+and+Brodie+Easter+11%2527-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-3325051830035984939</id><published>2011-04-14T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:22:31.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlFLvYFVC-Q/TaeqKUMMZoI/AAAAAAAABsg/PbTI7g1n7gA/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the next week or so Brodie and Jamie are the only two boys in my life.&amp;nbsp; Soon there will be three sweet men in my life.&amp;nbsp; Whew... talk about being out numbered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am excited about this season in my life that the good Lord has given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the sun is still shining, I am still up and at em' and in the outdoor ball throwing mood, I thought I would take advantage of some mother doggy time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before long I will have another long legged, probably lanky little thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brodie and Levi will be two peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As of right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just loving my two favorite boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-3325051830035984939?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3325051830035984939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=3325051830035984939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/3325051830035984939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/3325051830035984939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-boys.html' title='My boys...'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSgssMRR8qk/TaejDlPEQbI/AAAAAAAABsM/kMp6n-y26QU/s72-c/IMG_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-1689718916362879822</id><published>2010-12-23T15:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:26:24.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>little man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the anxieties I had before about having a baby are slowly fading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamie and I are super excited to be having a little cowboy boot wearing baby of our own.&lt;br /&gt;
The minute I found out I was prego, I told the Lord, "yes, I know I am having a boy."&amp;nbsp; It was just a matter of fact kind of thing.&amp;nbsp; I think He was preparing my girly girl heart for a little rugged baby BOY!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say that even though my heart knew we were having a boy, when they actually said, "it's a boy!"&amp;nbsp; I was a little shocked.&amp;nbsp; Thinking to myself, what in the world am I going to do with a boy?... I am so girly!&amp;nbsp; I only know how to sew girl clothes.&amp;nbsp; lol.&amp;nbsp; Well...after letting it sink in a few days that baby Higdon is a boy and seeing the excitement on Jamie's face was priceless.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just elated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is kicking like crazy and making me eat cheese and drink milk allll the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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My stomach is starting to grow and I dont really think i can hide it much longer! My hyperventilating has slowly subsided after constantly waking up in the middle of the night thinking about having a baby.&amp;nbsp; I think it is setting in 23 weeks later :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Life as we know it will never be the same, but I am thinking it just gets better... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-1689718916362879822?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1689718916362879822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=1689718916362879822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/1689718916362879822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/1689718916362879822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-man.html' title='little man...'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TRO2LJs-NTI/AAAAAAAABr8/A6Vrd8av08w/s72-c/boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-7335117864583852583</id><published>2010-10-17T16:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:26:59.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;babies...ahh...babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so smooshy, cute looking, baby powder smelling, jibber jabber talking, diaper wearing little balls of cuddliness.&amp;nbsp; You just want to pinch their cheeks at any moment.&amp;nbsp; Sweet adorable Rivers.&amp;nbsp; She is a blue eyed ball of cuddliness.&amp;nbsp; I just love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a revelation.&amp;nbsp; It came to me all of a sudden one night.&amp;nbsp; well maybe over the past several nights.&amp;nbsp; ok,possibly months now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am having one of these balls of cuddliness!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Excuse me while I hyperventilate for a second.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone tells me that, "it comes naturally!" "you will just know what to do once they get here!"&amp;nbsp; "just wait until you see their sweet faces, the anxiety all goes away!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;**tap-tap-tap**&amp;nbsp; is this thing on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;are you kidding me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit.&amp;nbsp; Having a life grow inside of you, and waiting, just waiting until the day when you get to hold them and watch them cry and eat and work to take care of the ball of cuddliness, all while enjoying this bundle of joy is just about made me hyperventilate most weeks.&amp;nbsp; ok. you got me...almost everyday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtkZf8KdEI/AAAAAAAABr4/aW7lR9SoprE/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtkZf8KdEI/AAAAAAAABr4/aW7lR9SoprE/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtjtk_H3YI/AAAAAAAABr0/pqXEVpWP6xM/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtjtk_H3YI/AAAAAAAABr0/pqXEVpWP6xM/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;milk.&amp;nbsp; I crave milk.&amp;nbsp; lots of milk.&amp;nbsp; maybe with almost every meal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yogurt and fruit too.&amp;nbsp; I am hungry a lot and tired alllll the time, but not sick in the least.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jamie, my beyond sweet of sweetness of a husband is just so excited to have little cowboy boot wearing babester of our own.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tells me to get a milkshake and enjoy being pregnant.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am finished with my 1st trimester this week.&amp;nbsp; So technically I have 2 more trimesters to figure it all out, right??&amp;nbsp; Or, does anyone want to be a full time- live in nanny...yes, that may be a good option/possibility.&amp;nbsp; Takers, takers..anyone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my goodness I am hyperventilating again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am off to read another baby book :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-7335117864583852583?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7335117864583852583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=7335117864583852583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7335117864583852583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7335117864583852583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/10/prego.html' title='Prego'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLtjGQ2a8DI/AAAAAAAABrw/9JT0h9M4nMk/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-788205155031967818</id><published>2010-10-13T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:59:51.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life just happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLUVSBLBMII/AAAAAAAABrA/wedJaetmnfo/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life happens sometimes at what seems like the most in opportune times.&amp;nbsp; always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, it all started back in July.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the Phi Mu National Convention in Pheonix, Arizona for 5 days.&amp;nbsp; I think I cried everyday because I missed Jamie and Brodie so bad.&amp;nbsp; I am a sap.&amp;nbsp; I know!&amp;nbsp; Ok, really I just worried of what my two boys would be getting into.&amp;nbsp; Brodie was probably using my pillow as a doggie bed I just know it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed at The Biltmore.&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely beautiful.&amp;nbsp; My lemonade melted walking from my room to the conference room because it was 118 degrees!!&amp;nbsp; For the love of all that is good this world.&amp;nbsp; My hair had seen better days.&amp;nbsp; enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the privilege to travel on this trip with the Phi Mu president of the Montevallo chapter, Kathryn.&amp;nbsp; We became close.&amp;nbsp; I also taught her not to eat the $15 M&amp;amp;M peanuts out of the room mini fridge.&amp;nbsp; I treated her to pizza instead :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLUT62cU4JI/AAAAAAAABq4/7TNtlv9rYLg/s1600/51+bowden+cir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was on this trip to the hottest part of the US it seemed, I received a call from my office with an agent wanting to show our house.&amp;nbsp; slight freak out moment happened for sure.&amp;nbsp; I am not home.&amp;nbsp; Jamie is in charge...Brodie is loose...choas my be happening without my approval!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got a contract on our home.&amp;nbsp; I negotiated this in the 10 min breaks we had between meetings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to be excited, and cry all at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to find a home and pronto!&lt;br /&gt;
Jamie and I thought we found the house we would be in for years to come.&amp;nbsp; I could already picture our kids riding their bikes down the street.&amp;nbsp; 3 bedroom, 2 bath, formal dining room, 3 car garage, screened in porch, and a full unfinished basement on 3.5 acres in Chelsea.&amp;nbsp; We were getting a phenomenal deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH, I almost forgot.&amp;nbsp; 2 weeks before we were supposed to move, this happened!!&amp;nbsp; I'm Pregnant!!&amp;nbsp; Baby Higdon is on the way come April 2011.&amp;nbsp; wow.&amp;nbsp; the timing is impeccable. I took at total of 4 tests just to make sure the first 2 were correct...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are ecstatic, overwhelmed, elated, overwhelmed, jumping for joy, and did I mention overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; lol We are having a baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We soon come to find out 2 days before we were supposed to close on our house that there were title issues on our perfect little family home and that the house was not foreclosed on properly.&amp;nbsp; It was going to be 6-9 months + before the house would be available for me to apply for a mortgage again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For every door the Lord closes, he opens another one.&amp;nbsp; We are still waiting on that door.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it will have huge arrows telling us to open it when it comes around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we moved in with my sweet, and very accommodating parents. &amp;nbsp; Brodie is even allowed to sleep inside and on the bed!!&amp;nbsp; We have never had inside pets growing up.&amp;nbsp; My parents have adjusted to our energetic ball of fur and just want to make life and our stress as easy as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the while I am still trying to sell real estate.&amp;nbsp; Enough said on that too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cartoon says it all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Brodie has become fond of the HUGE pasture and pond at my parents house.&amp;nbsp; It is like a serious free for all.&amp;nbsp; Room to stretch his legs, run until his little heart is content, and leap through the water anytime he wants.&amp;nbsp; It is doggie heaven.&amp;nbsp; His little heart can't take anymore happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you just read his mind..."throw the ball again mom!&amp;nbsp; My tongue hanging out just means I am excited not tired!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are still on the hunt for a house, preferably before Baby Higdon comes along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patience is truly a virtue.&amp;nbsp; Through all the tears, excitement, and slight stress, God is always good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I can just sum it all up by saying, sometimes life just happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-788205155031967818?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/788205155031967818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=788205155031967818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/788205155031967818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/788205155031967818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-life-just-happens.html' title='Sometimes life just happens...'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TLUSGzfTysI/AAAAAAAABq0/a2ksGrbomRY/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-5389231525319228740</id><published>2010-08-11T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:09:57.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The brothers turn 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Brodie Higdon and Sam White turned "2" on August 1!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Just seems like yesterday we were bringing the little fur balls home from Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;
That little face had my heart from day one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, He is a BIG boy.&amp;nbsp; Toddler to be exact.&amp;nbsp; The terrible two's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really his terrible 2's phase was at age 1.&amp;nbsp; Oh, the craziness that was bestowed on the Higdon household was like non other.&amp;nbsp; Our socks, dishtowels, and under garmets will never be rendered usable again.&amp;nbsp; His latest fetish...our bath mats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every dog must have a proper 2 year old birthday party filled with birthday hats, birthday cake, homemade doggie bones, and doggie friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let The Birthday Party Extravaganza Begin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First they got to eat their homemade doggie bones GG made for all three of them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gulp...that didn't last long as they lick their chops wanting more...and yes, more is to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN came the homemade doggie birthday cake!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just say they inhaled this cake.&amp;nbsp; Peanut butter, honey, carrots, and some other good doggie treats. It literally became a free for all at this point.&amp;nbsp; There was no stopping them now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMBTHFkGHI/AAAAAAAABps/zxQWgD4It-0/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMBTHFkGHI/AAAAAAAABps/zxQWgD4It-0/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is not Miley's birthday, but for all practical purposes, she thought it was!&amp;nbsp; All that cake cannot be good for her girlish figure...oh well...she didn't seem to mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam, on the other hand, thought he would save a birthday snack for later that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMKvv4HGyI/AAAAAAAABqY/R_OCYf9vwSk/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMKvv4HGyI/AAAAAAAABqY/R_OCYf9vwSk/s400/IMG_0138.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a treat it has been to watch these two brothers grow up together and be best friends...even though their personalities may be 180 degrees in opposite directions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all love this rowdy and rambunctious trio and hope to have many more birthday parties to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-5389231525319228740?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5389231525319228740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=5389231525319228740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/5389231525319228740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/5389231525319228740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/08/brothers-turn-2.html' title='The brothers turn 2!'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TGMIXARh7qI/AAAAAAAABqQ/8x7vIkW2LdQ/s72-c/DSC06605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-3772115973219809186</id><published>2010-06-06T14:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:37:56.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Age Brings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WISDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just turned 28 last Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday to me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to tell you though, old age doesn't always &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; bring wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;
Some days I wake up feeling like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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-a little bug-eyed from the lack of sleep from one Brodie Higdon.&lt;br /&gt;
-a lot of bed head because the beauty just doesn't come as natural as it used to.&lt;br /&gt;
-a little wrinkly from well, you know~wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;
-and a lot of feeling like you could scream from being slightly overwhelmed with all that life has to offer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures just bring out the best in you, and well, others just make you a little worried that you thought about yourself through the eyes of a distressed hungry pony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well....that is the facts of growing up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta Love It!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-3772115973219809186?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3772115973219809186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=3772115973219809186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/3772115973219809186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/3772115973219809186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-age-brings.html' title='Old Age Brings...'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TAv1ZNYZiAI/AAAAAAAABno/OQStYQ5F5sI/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-8592496309203183554</id><published>2010-05-28T17:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:29:12.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Care??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doggie Day Care to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Everyday is a crazy day, but a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-8592496309203183554?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8592496309203183554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=8592496309203183554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8592496309203183554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8592496309203183554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-care.html' title='Day Care??'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/TAAreuDiusI/AAAAAAAABkY/iYd7pn_cUxw/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-6668092588580716554</id><published>2010-05-26T19:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:48:34.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Like a River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S_3O_FwbHFI/AAAAAAAABkQ/7komywWVzwU/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I have mentioned having the baby fever...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a joyous occasion filled with a birthday song before you even make it out of bed, going out to eat for breakfast, and family over for dinner tonight.&amp;nbsp; Ice cream cake is a must for my rugged outdoorsy fisherman.&amp;nbsp; It is his favorite. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-sQOhMpVHI/AAAAAAAABi4/uGqYCiyjH2w/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-sQOhMpVHI/AAAAAAAABi4/uGqYCiyjH2w/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetie.&amp;nbsp; You deserve a great day with everything your heart desires.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-sJc3Dcu6I/AAAAAAAABiI/LZncXr3LolM/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-sJc3Dcu6I/AAAAAAAABiI/LZncXr3LolM/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-7944652285907227579?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7944652285907227579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=7944652285907227579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7944652285907227579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7944652285907227579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-sM_Ng-lPI/AAAAAAAABio/jKkXQsaz-to/s72-c/IMG_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-5407514338441624958</id><published>2010-05-09T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:57:45.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-dn97TYCdI/AAAAAAAABiA/kBi2YfORoI8/s1600/04+24+09_1737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning, was like non other.&amp;nbsp; It is Mother's Day!&amp;nbsp; I woke up and rolled over and my little munchkins wet nose was protruding into my pillow and his paw flung across my chest as to snuggle with me.&amp;nbsp; Not just snuggle, but practically lay on top of me.&amp;nbsp; He is not content to be just pressed up against me, but his face has to literally be nussled up against mine usually sharing 3/4 of my pillow.&amp;nbsp; The whole ~here is your line in the bed, and here is my line~just goes flying out the window.&lt;br /&gt;
Did I mention that he has allergies-yes, you will wake early in the mornings with his snorting and weasing, and just when he manages to wiggle his way from my feet to my head, he will then, and only then, proceed to sneeze all over me.&amp;nbsp; That is Brodie....enough said.&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cbi4EpE0I/AAAAAAAABg4/TRInLMCG6Ys/s1600/01+12+09_0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cbi4EpE0I/AAAAAAAABg4/TRInLMCG6Ys/s400/01+12+09_0153.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am right there with you mothers.&amp;nbsp; Getting any "me" time is such a stretch and can be very trying.&amp;nbsp; We have to plan our priorities and make sure our time is used wisely and that family time is where our main focus should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Cook dinner for Jamie and Brodie, get water from the tub (only the bathtub!), bath time, go TT, snuggle time/family time on the couch, go TT, bark at the next door neighbors terrier, chew a bone, get some water, help with laundry(better yet, chewing the laundry), paw at the broom as I sweep the floor, bedtime on his throne in the bedroom, 11:00 pm wake up to go TT, get more water, 3:00 am-get more water, 5:30 am go TT again, 6:30 family snuggle time in bed, wipe myself off from being sneezed on, 7:30 breakfast, load up for doggie day care 8:00 am., snack time with Aunt Lacey 12:00, pick him up from Doggie Day Care 6:00pm.&amp;nbsp; And the process just repeats itself...~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what you are thinking, just wait until she has number two!&lt;br /&gt;
Whew...How do us Mother's handle it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cb2q7bXrI/AAAAAAAABhA/l5APBvmhd5k/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cb2q7bXrI/AAAAAAAABhA/l5APBvmhd5k/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cozlXpvWI/AAAAAAAABh4/bhVspQ5dOFQ/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been worth it for sure to be a mom to my little 1.5 yr. old pupster.&amp;nbsp; A lot has changed since he was a puppy and I wanted to literally take him back to where we got him after he TT'd on my carpet and Pottery Barn rug for the 1,000 time, until now, many can say I have come a long way.&amp;nbsp; Brodie brings out the best in me.&amp;nbsp; Now once he gets my dishtowel for the 1 billionth time and runs behind the couch, I now say "come" and he sashays his way over to me and drops it at my feet with pride.. "look mom, I was obedient, what kind of treat and I going to get"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He gets the treat of not getting his behind spanked for taking my towel for the billionth time since he brought it back to me.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I have come along way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cozlXpvWI/AAAAAAAABh4/bhVspQ5dOFQ/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cozlXpvWI/AAAAAAAABh4/bhVspQ5dOFQ/s400/IMG_0201.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cnFh60mBI/AAAAAAAABhY/Jyn-moMrZhk/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have experienced many things together, like his 1st birthday party.&amp;nbsp; What great mom doesn't make you a monogrammed t-shirt, and bakes you cupcakes.&amp;nbsp; We have also been fishing together, and learned to quail hunt, ride with the window down in the car, learned to retrieve balls off the pier, and we are working on getting along with cats, and calming our anxiety levels just a tad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a mom has been very rewarding I have to say.&amp;nbsp; It definitely teaches you patience and that small things are just small things not mountains.&amp;nbsp; I think it is sweet that he is a mommas boy and loves to snuggle and gets slightly jealous if I pay more attention to anyone else but him.&amp;nbsp; What would life be like without my little ball of fur.&amp;nbsp; He is turning the terrible 2's soon, so everyone be in prayer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good... and I am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-5407514338441624958?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5407514338441624958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=5407514338441624958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/5407514338441624958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/5407514338441624958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S-cbi4EpE0I/AAAAAAAABg4/TRInLMCG6Ys/s72-c/01+12+09_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-4577123055933141443</id><published>2010-04-26T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:48:34.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.H.I.&amp;nbsp; M.U. Ladies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prissy. Funny. Pink. Intelligent. Sunhat Wearing. Sassy.&amp;nbsp; High Heel Loving. Sundress attire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good lookin' girly girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZMbr_LNEI/AAAAAAAABfw/tRaMUJQay8Y/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZMbr_LNEI/AAAAAAAABfw/tRaMUJQay8Y/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who do not know, I was a Phi Mu in college, and now have the privilege of coming back to UM be an adviser for these wonderful women.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was also very prissy, and a little sassy, and had to have my hair and clothes just so...I was definitely the girl always in pink.&amp;nbsp; After I met Jamie, really this little sister Lacey, did my wardrobe start to slowly evolve to sundresses and cowboy boots instead of dress pants and high heels.&amp;nbsp; It is definitely still a work in progress, but the casual side of me is taking form.&amp;nbsp; All I really knew was high heels and slightly ~ prissy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZNxLYzGoI/AAAAAAAABgI/zJwqFmkrnfI/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZNxLYzGoI/AAAAAAAABgI/zJwqFmkrnfI/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZOtfPBOpI/AAAAAAAABgY/ocDHrlbpWY0/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZOtfPBOpI/AAAAAAAABgY/ocDHrlbpWY0/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who said Pink wasn't the new brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-4577123055933141443?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4577123055933141443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=4577123055933141443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/4577123055933141443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/4577123055933141443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9ZMbr_LNEI/AAAAAAAABfw/tRaMUJQay8Y/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-4060143981573417809</id><published>2010-04-26T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:02:09.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many faces of Rivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Rivers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calm.&amp;nbsp; Collected.&amp;nbsp; Sweet.&amp;nbsp; She almost looks like a porcelain doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9XwluS735I/AAAAAAAABe4/h64DpbeCuNQ/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9XwluS735I/AAAAAAAABe4/h64DpbeCuNQ/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby fever has hit me like a ton of bricks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby lotion smell, the little rolls on her thighs and arms, her peach fuzz of hair, how she balls her fists up as she so powerfully tries to yawn, and her smooth as a babies behind skin.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart just yearns... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for now... Brodie's puppy breath smell will have to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-4060143981573417809?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4060143981573417809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=4060143981573417809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/4060143981573417809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/4060143981573417809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/04/many-faces-of-rivers.html' title='Many faces of Rivers'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9XwluS735I/AAAAAAAABe4/h64DpbeCuNQ/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-7581035749675380257</id><published>2010-04-23T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:55:03.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyson=LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This blog is not for the weak at heart.&amp;nbsp; If you get squeamish, just turn away now.&amp;nbsp; This is going to be a very serious matter in home cleaning!&amp;nbsp; Please keep in mind that I am a clean fanatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamie and I have gone round and round with the truth of how well our elderly vacuum cleaner works, &lt;i&gt;or not works&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Everyone does remember that we have a shedding puppy that loves to roll alllll over the carpet to get that itch that he has on the tip of his back.&amp;nbsp; As much as I tell him not to, he pushes that limit and proceeds to wallo in my carpet...all over my carpet...all the time!&amp;nbsp; It literally grosses me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the longest time I have been telling Jamie that I didn't think our vacuum cleaner worked.&amp;nbsp; It has been stuck on the highest setting.&amp;nbsp; So, I made a deal with him that if I vacuumed with ours and then borrowed another one and vacuumed again and it didn't pick anything up, then I would be passivised and not talk about it again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said before, if you are easily grossed out, turn away.&amp;nbsp; Below is what I picked up after using my vacuum cleaner, and then borrowing one from Kathryn and vacuuming again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told you not to look!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I showed this to Jamie when he got home, and needless to say we had a date night and went out to buy a new vacuum cleaner!&amp;nbsp; NOT just any vacuum cleaner............a DYSON!!&amp;nbsp; The mack daddy of mack daddy vacuum cleaners. Keep in mind that this is after he said we were not getting a new vacuum cleaner to begin with, and if we were going to get one, by some chance, that he was not going to spend that much money on a Dyson!&amp;nbsp; The things he does for love.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can I tell you how elated I am.&amp;nbsp; It it is like Christmas morning all over again.&amp;nbsp; I have vacuumed my carpet again for the 6th time today.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; I vacuumed until it didn't have anything else to pick up.&amp;nbsp; Then I let Brodie in just so he could roll on the carpet and vacuum behind him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew vacuum cleaners could be so exhilarating!&amp;nbsp; ME!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the love of all that is good...Cleanliness is once again restored at my house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh-smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-7581035749675380257?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7581035749675380257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=7581035749675380257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7581035749675380257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7581035749675380257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovedyson.html' title='Dyson=LOVE'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S9JoYc6kTRI/AAAAAAAABeo/w92JiafzLng/s72-c/IMG_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-5859408588851170289</id><published>2010-04-21T20:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:37:47.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivers Christine Comer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up with David everyone who has ever spent any time with him knows his sense of humor, his stubbornness at times, his love for animals (the Comer Zoo as they lovingly refer to it now), and his dislove/repulsive nature for children. If you handed him a baby, he would hold them as far as those 6ft arms would extend, and if it remotely cried, or looked like it would regurgitate chunks of their half eaten dinner, it was almost like a hot potato being flung into the air, and we all hoped someone would be there to catch them.&amp;nbsp; You ALL know it is true.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Christina came into David's life, the lovely, beautiful, muscular, innocent, sweet, Godly, adorable, motherly woman she is came into his life we knew he had hit a gold mine.&amp;nbsp; Christina just loves David, all his zoo animals, his long lanky figure, and laughs off many of his crazy antics.&amp;nbsp; They are perfect for each other.&amp;nbsp; The only issue was that Christina was made to be a mom!&amp;nbsp; No doubt about it.&amp;nbsp; Her loving spirit was to good to just be for David, it needed to be spread around a little bit.&amp;nbsp; You could see David get quiet every time the "baby" word would make its way into the conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember where I was the night I got the phone call from Christina telling me she was prego.&amp;nbsp; I hung up the phone with flooded emotions.&amp;nbsp; Many to hard to explain, but mostly thinking... this should be interesting!&amp;nbsp; My brother, Mr. Eddie Haskel himself, is going to be a dad.&amp;nbsp; WOW.&amp;nbsp; And since that day that kept resonating in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-f6vjo-RI/AAAAAAAABcw/U0kIuh5F7uk/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-f6vjo-RI/AAAAAAAABcw/U0kIuh5F7uk/s400/IMG_0516.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always knew David will be a great dad, but I always pictured him with outstretched arms and a baby at the end yelling for someone to just make "it" go away.&amp;nbsp; All of those feeling/thoughts left my head as I saw him the day before they were set to induce Christina...He was sitting on the back of his truck, legs dangling in the air, just waiting on Christina to come outside.&amp;nbsp; He was just as fidgety as he could be.&amp;nbsp; He didn't know whether to smile or panic!&amp;nbsp; At that moment I think he knew his life would change, and for the better. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long has I have known David, if he gets nervous or upset he gets quiet, and sometimes you just have to give him his space.&amp;nbsp; On Monday the 12th, he was nervous but was almost giddy with excitement, he just loved on Christina alll day, and gave her nothing but encouragement and support.&amp;nbsp; He was ready to become a dad!&lt;br /&gt;
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As you would walk into her room his chair was turned facing Christina and his hand laid sweetly on her chest to help calm her nerves as he quietly read his magazine.&amp;nbsp; He also had a video camera that probably ran out of tape recording every moment of the whole day.&amp;nbsp; Every move, every turn, even the bathroom was caught on tape, nothing was to be left out.&amp;nbsp; He wanted every memory to be captured.&amp;nbsp; You could tell his heart was swelling with pride... his baby girl was on the way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christina's twin sister Christel, snuck back to her room as she was getting ready to push, she said you could hear him saying, "That's it baby, you are doing great, just one more push!"&amp;nbsp; Then the nurses caught them and they had to leave the hall!!&amp;nbsp; In the mean time allll the immediate family was in the waiting room biting our nails waiting... just waiting...We actually made a bet on the time and weight of Ms. Rivers arrival.&amp;nbsp; My guess 6.10 lb and 3:50 pm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY, the moment had arrived, David came to the waiting room and called us to the hall.&amp;nbsp; He was elated, excited, smiling from ear to ear.&amp;nbsp; Rivers was born.&amp;nbsp; ALL 8 lb. 10 oz, and 22 in long!&amp;nbsp; She didn't just make her way into the world, she MADE her way into the world.&amp;nbsp; The doctor came out saying, "Where was Christina hiding that baby!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christina was as beautiful as always, glowing to be exact, even through the pregnancy I never saw someone to positive and upbeat and felt more blessed to be creating a new life.&amp;nbsp; Even after she delivered you would have never known.&amp;nbsp; She did amazing!&amp;nbsp; Like I said, she was born to be a mother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That day the Lord smiled and laughed as he changed my brothers life from holding a baby with outstretched arms, to holding/cuddling his new born baby girl.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget it because to me I saw a completely different side to David.&amp;nbsp; You could see the love and respect for Christina and the pride welling up inside of him.&amp;nbsp; Monday was a "new" day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You would have thought the president had arrived at the hospital with as many family and friends they had loving and supporting them both.&amp;nbsp; Let me give you an in site of the amount of people:&amp;nbsp; both sets of parents, 4 siblings and spouses, 4 cousins, 2 babies under 3, 3 grandmothers, 2 aunts, 1 uncle, 4 friends, and a partridge in a pear tree.&amp;nbsp; Sorry if I left someone out!&amp;nbsp; It was a mad house.&amp;nbsp; BUT, you knew they were loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was not just a life being born, but a new family being made.&amp;nbsp; My parents were absolutely beaming from ear to ear.&amp;nbsp; Dad always said the first grandchild would get the money jars he had saved all those years, and for a second, just a second, I was slightly jealous!&amp;nbsp; I have to admit.&amp;nbsp; Maybe dad will split it--I will work on that! :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night I went home very proud of my brother.&lt;br /&gt;
He did good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think in all the excitement the tears were withheld, but that night cuddling with Brodie it all came out.&amp;nbsp; Just yesterday we were building a tree house in the backyard, and skinning up our knees falling of our bikes for the 100th time.&amp;nbsp; My how life changes and how blessed we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My sweet little niece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Congratulations David and Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two do everything together!&amp;nbsp; Their initials growing up were the same, the men they married last names started with a C, they are both having girls that are two months apart with their first names starting with an R.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-yJ92y0mI/AAAAAAAABdw/C8fp2AB4Apk/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to understand it, but I think they have their own language...I think the Lord was showing us his humor when he made twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is something to behold.&amp;nbsp; These two women will be incredible mothers.&amp;nbsp; I am just glad I get to experience it with them!&amp;nbsp; Christina, the one on the right is my sister in law, and the one of the left is Jamie's cousin.&amp;nbsp; I will let you figure that one out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-6645471479172531488?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6645471479172531488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=6645471479172531488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/6645471479172531488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/6645471479172531488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/04/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S8-xMsLcd3I/AAAAAAAABdg/XpzRAXJtr_s/s72-c/IMG_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-6858923197633838306</id><published>2010-03-28T22:15:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:26:48.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quail= Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have learned that Brodie definitely takes after me in many ways.  Little high maintenance, long legged, and has bad anxiety.  When Brodie gets excited that excitement quickly escalates and anxiety comes in full force. 

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We went quail hunting a few weekends ago and as soon as we hit the dirt road the whining, begging, barking, more whining, screeching, some sounds that came from his scrawny body I can't even explain.  His excitement/anxiety level went from a 1 to a 20 in 2 seconds flat.  He knew what was out there.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birds&lt;/span&gt;...Quail to be exact... and that was pure bliss for this pupster.
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Jamie taught Brodie to point when he found the birds...

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We were not the only lucky couple to go on the hunting extravanganza.  Zac and Lacey were right there with us with their two pupsters, Sam and Miley.

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This chicky isn't shy.  She has her pink and brown just like she likes it and shooting birds is her thang!  She is darn good at it too. 
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Miley was a shinning star at only 6 months old.  She and the quail became one.  They are now BFF.  The quail may not think so, but she sure does.
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Good ol' Sam.
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Brodie definitely got the energy out of his system.  He slept the whole next day to recover from all the intensity.  
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That is the benefit to living in the "country" 
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We have railroad crossing that seem like the perfect place for a birthday banner!
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who knew that a long roll of masking tape and a few pieces of bright colored paper would make your birthday wishes shine!
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sad. but dad had to cook his own birthday dinner.  He left me cooking for a total of 5 minutes, and I think I singed my eyebrows with the fire.  FYI.  do not stick your face that close to the flames to see if the hamburgers are burnt or crispy burnt.  Just take them off.  Thank goodness he finished cooking. 
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Happy "25th" Birthday Dad. again. :)
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If you would have asked me 10 years ago if I would go to a bass tournament?  without hesitations I would have said, umm... NO, are you crazy?  lost your marbles? or think just because I have a pond in my backyard that fishing interests me??  None of the above applied. Until... Jamie. 
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 Who would ever think one man, one good looking, rugged, handsome specimen of a man could change me to this outdoor enthusiast.  I use outdoor enthusiast lightly, because I really dont actually fish, hunt, shoot guns, etc. all the time like he does, BUT, because he loves the outdoors, and because I love him, I love the outdoors.  Pink will be found somewhere in my outfit of choice for every event.
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The crowds came in droves to the Super Bowl of Bass Fishing in B'ham.  You got it.  The mega bowl of raccoon faced, sun burnt bunch of men with big bellied fish. 
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Jamie took off work, and I took off work and what a date weekend it was.  It all started with Waffle House, and then onto the bass expo where we saw all the latest and greatest things out there, and then we settled in for hours of watching all 51 anglers weigh in their fish.  That's what you call a date in Birmingham!
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It was a treat to see Mark Zona himself.  We watch him every Saturday morning giving us the highlights on every bass tournament.  That gets Jamie's weekend started off right.
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My favorite angler is by far Kevin Van Dam.  He makes winning easier than peeling a banana, or hooking a worm on a hook, or well you've got the point.  He is just a winner in my book. 
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BUT.  This is a hometown fellow.  Mr. Gerald Swindle.  We met at the Wal-Mart in Calera last year.  We talked.  Now we are BFF.  If you asked him he would tell you.  You  can't not root for Gerald!  Dont tell KVD I told you that. 
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This is one of my other favs.  Skeet Reese.  When he used to have longer hair Jamie and Skeet favored. Enough said. 
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If you looked up champion in the dictionary it would say:  Kevin Van Dam.  
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Again.  Enough said.
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This is the Super Six.  The top 6 anglers of the Classic.
You could just feel the tension rise.  Who will win?  Will it be an upset?  Will Kevin have a bad day fishing?  Oh the torture.
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I know you are thinking of the "We Are The Champion" song.  I am singing it as I type. 

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Lift that trophy high into the confetti.  Winning $500,000.  It is a good day.


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I just relived an exciting moment in my life.  My heart is pumping fast.  I am going to go get me some water and go watch the reruns on tv. 
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Who would have ever thought...
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-8119011018385834947?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8119011018385834947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=8119011018385834947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8119011018385834947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8119011018385834947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S4rsLpGaBRI/AAAAAAAABUU/LT84jEIfaV8/s72-c/IMG_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-4258727704864386951</id><published>2010-02-12T19:42:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:56:14.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNOW.
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Times like these it brings back all of the great memories of growing up on land. 
I remember my dad staying up all night making us a sled so could David and I could experience having a "real" sled.  So blessed for those times!
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A proud little man!
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After a long hot bath there is nothing but snoring by the fire for this tired little pupster.
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It was a good day.
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Concerts.  Let me explain my stance.
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Yesterday my incredibly cute, cowboy boot wearing sister in law Lacey called to ask if Jamie and I wanted to go to the Brad Paisley Concert at the BJCC.  Who would not want to go see the wrangler wearing country star?
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We are from Alabama you know!  That translates to people not from here thinking that we play in the mud, get trucks that you need a step stool to get into, extremely loud dual exhaust, fancy cowboy boots and hats, tight Wrangler jeans, or jean with diamond studs all over them, really huge belt buckles, bells of hay, and a toothpick behind your ear at all times.
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You have to admit that it does cross your mind when you think of a country concert in Alabama.
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Immediate stress kind of started.  I think somewhere deep in my conscience I have a phobia of large concerts.  People, just people everywhere!  Makes me a little claustrophobic.  Am I the only one??  
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These questions keep jogging in my head:  Is there going to be a fight over who stands and who sits?  How many times am I going to have beer sloshed on me from people around me flinging their drinks into the air singing at the top of their lungs, off tune, to the Country Stars stage performance.  OH, and the womans restroom lines, not just the never ending lines that wrap around the whole BJCC, but the classy women you seem to meet in line.  Don't act like you don't know what I am taking about!!
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People watching is probably the most entertaining part before the concert.  How do women wear 5 in. stilettos and stand in them alll night long?  I was a retail merchandising major.  I get it, but seriously??  It is 35 degrees outside, how are women not cold in their strapless tanktops and short short mini skirts. Very enlightening. 
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All of this streaming in my head entering the slightly intoxicated mob of people.  Surprisingly, this concert exceeded my expectations.  I really really liked Brad Paisley live.  He was incredibly witty, very fun, and sounded just like he does on the radio!  I give an A+ to Lacey for setting this date night up.  
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My anxiety relinquished by the end after I did have beer sloshed on me, watched the police work out a dispute over some people wanting to stand and some sit, and had the joy to keep seeing the same women in the ladies room reapplying just one more coat of makeup.  It was all worth it though!
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pasture. birds. puddles. an array of different smells.
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Ahhh... it is great to be a dog/puppy/princess Miley

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Did I mention the puddles?  She loves the puddles. Water. Splashing. Sticking her head so far under the water she blows bubbles.  Did I mention the puddles.
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Women rule. Boy dogs drool! 
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 They may run faster, play harder, and get dirtier, but Princess Miley still rules the roost!
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What have I taught my little pupster/wild man/bird hunting enthusiast.  
Oh well... there is always tomorrow.
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OK, so behind closed doors jump for joy.  I admitted it.
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Hunting season is a passion for this handsome hunter of mine.  Wait, that is ME in these pictures.  I am caught.  Truly, it not a passion of mine, but I am passionate about my handsome hunter, thus, making it by default, a passion of mine.
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Jamie dressed me in everything that he owned so I would not be cold.  Sweet right. I felt like the little kid in the Christmas Story when his mom sends him out in the snow and he drops his glasses and can't even bend over to pick them up... yup. that was me!
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Regardless, I love my husband, thus I am &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ok)&lt;/span&gt; with deer antlers hanging in my house!
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask Brodie, he got everything he ever wanted in his stocking this year for Christmas.  After hurling this 2 ft. bone into the air, dropping it on my head while laying on the couch, and demolishing my walls trying to play keep away, Santa seriously debated on why coal was not an option this year.
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Regardless, my boys tummy was very satisfied,  his heart swelled with excitement, and his tongue has been licking his lips for weeks trying to retrieve the left over particles stuck to his whiskers!
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How can you not look at this mommas boy, snuggling king, towel addict, sock stealer, and hyper active pupster and not just want to put a red bow on his head and give him everything his little heart desires. 
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Whoa!  I forgot.  He does get everything his heart desires.  Spoiled rotten is what he is!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family is definitely growing and David and Christina are next in line come the end of March.  Can you pick out which one is 6 months pregnant??  Yeah, she is to the left of me.  You can't even tell.  Cutest pregnant lady ever.  I just love pregnant women.  They are just so glowingly cute!! 
The only munchkin missing is my 1.5 yr old.  He missed the family picture.  Brodie, you were there in spirit little man.  Good times!
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Yeah right, you think I am going to be quiet about actually meeting the one woman show, the epitome of a muti-tasker, the photography genius, the cooking queen, the farm inhabiting, 4 children having, homeschooling teacher, and blogger extraordinaire.  It was great!  Not just great, but lite a fire under me to get out of my house and buy a farm so I can have some kiddos running around milking cows and stuff kind of great.  Yup...it is my dream.
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This is really where it all began.  Getting some coffee and settling in for a looonnngggg time of sitting and waiting.  I think me and the coffee became one. 
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom called me in the 23rd hour and asked if she got a substitute if I wanted to have a girls night and go to Atlanta to see The Pioneer Woman.  I first screamed, jumped out of my chair, rented a hotel room at the Marriott, and started packing.  Of course I wanted to go.  For some of you who may not know, The Pioneer Woman was blogger of the year for her online blog and she just recently put out a cookbook with all her farm girl recipes in it. She was having a book signing in Atlanta for her new cookbook which you will see below.  I am addicted.
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This is a whole nother story!  The dreaded wristbands!  OK, they gave you a wristband as you came into the bookstore with a color and a letter on it.  We were Yellow D when we came in and they were only on Orange H when I looked the first time.  The nice naive lady said it was only going to be 1 hour or so.  The OR SO part of that meant 4.5 hours later we got to see Ree.  That was only because some sweet girls in line gave me their friends wristbands that had gone home.  Their wristband was Green F.  If we had really had to wait for our original color it would have been more like the 6 hour range to see her.  
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So, thank you to whom ever the girl was that gave me her wristbands for me and my mom.  It was a life saver.  
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(This was so much better than just standing in the line for ever.  This way you got to walk around and browse the store while you waited for your color and letter to be called.)
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you just picture it now.  Me on a farm with horses and cows and kiddos running around barefoot, of course.  She is my motivation. 
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What a trip.  Never really just up and went on a road trip before, but we had a blast.
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I also got to meet Ree's sister Betsy, on the right and her best friend Hyacinthia, on the left.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was honestly so giddy and nervous.  Definitely a memory I will not forget. 
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Right up there with:
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 #1 Getting married
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Check out her website:  www.thepioneerwoman.com
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Her love story is a must read!

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You just think you know what "love" really means by the dictionary standards, but this giddy couple defines it a different way.  Or maybe I am defining it for them and they just don't know it yet.
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Laughing-- until your stomach hurts and you continuously cry "uncle!

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Over-- being engaged.. just let us be married for the love of all that is good in this world :)
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Victorious--for the big 8 pt. deer that is just waiting to be shot and put on the wall in their new house. 
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I am telling you.. I really want to just squeeze those cheeks of hers.  Now I understand long ago when grandmothers used to squeeze your cheeks and say I remember yooouuu when you were thiiiisssss biiggg..  Ugh.  I hated that, but now I understand when you see cuteness like this!
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Merry 1st Christmas Katelyn! 
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The new 8 week old German Shorthair Pointer
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This is Lacey's Christmas present from Zac.  All together now.. awww....
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If I had already sold my house there would be a total of 4 shorthairs in our family.  2 for us and two for Zac and Lacey.  Brodie was still sniffing the blankets for 2 days after Miley left our house.  1 female and 2 males.  You do the math.  Pure choas... but I love it!
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ok.. I am 8 weeks old and I really really need to sleep 23 out of the 24 hours dont you know that!  Leave me be and tell that dog of yours to stop sniffing and licking me."  I could have sworn I heard Miley say that under her breath. 
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my little Lacey and Zachery Vance and are so excited for all that is to come for the two of them.  This has been such an incredibly memorable year!  Something you will never forget and glad I could be a part of.  Welcome to the family little Miley.
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The red pants family.  That is what we are called.
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Meet the future Mr. and Mrs. White.  Yes, this cute couple got engaged at Cades Cove!  More to come on this.  I told you it was pure excitement.
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Woods, log cabins, deer, and the mountains, so it was a must that cowboy boots were the choice shoes of the weekend.
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This couple made all of this happen.  These are my wonderful, exciting, good food making, sweet as sugar in laws. 
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Baby Charlie got his first pair of real live cowboy boots! 
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This is my baby with my baby nephew.  Yup, my baby is the big one.  The incredibly rugged outdoorsy man of a man.  He is mine.  Maybe one day we will have a blonde headed blue eyed baby that will look like Jamie.  Oh I hope so. 
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Downtown Gatlinburg and the whole kitten caboodle of our family-minus me of course b/c I took the pic.  Should have made friends with a random stranger to take our picture.  Good thought for next time.
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**new posts below**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-7292827071390948140?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7292827071390948140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=7292827071390948140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7292827071390948140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/7292827071390948140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-tradition-maybe.html' title='New Tradition... Maybe??'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/SyVP8JTuimI/AAAAAAAABIs/Ex2i78CxHG0/s72-c/IMG_4305.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-1722299892858773791</id><published>2009-12-13T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:20:03.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2-Engagement/Cades Cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part 2 of the Thanksgiving Family Tradition

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my alllll time favorite most interesting place I have probably ever been.  Cades Cove in Gatlinburg.  In the real world you will never get that close to wild animals.  Absolutely mind boggling.
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Zac and Lacey have been in love and googly eyed over each other since they officially started dating.  We allll knew it was coming because they were meant for each other.  Zac planned to propose in Cades Cove which is perfect for this outdoorsy couple. 
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All you  heard was this giddy Zac laugh and Lacey in absolute shock!  It was a great moment that I will never forget and was honored to be apart of.  I feel like my little bro and my sister in law are getting married.  Zac and I have been friends as long as I can remember and I am ecstatic that he is marrying my sister in law Lacey.
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Yes, Jamie and I had the "when are we going to have children" talk on the way home.  :)  I can't handle all the sweetness from these nephews of mine.  It just brings out the excitement in me. Babies, birthdays, Christmas, presents, cider... it is just everything great all rolled into one.  aahhhh...
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You just thought you could eat Sam with a spoon he is so incredibly sweet, but this is his older brother, Charlie.  *Sigh*  I have the cutest nephews and I know it!  And a great sister in law and brother in law :)
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Sam was a giraffe.  Cutest giraffe you have ever seen.  If I could go get a baby at Wal-Mart wearing a giraffe suite I would be headed there right now.  Last time I checked they did not sell cute children at Wal-Mart.  Maybe I will dress Brodie up in a giraffe suite.  Yes, that will have to do... for now :)
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I was on my way to FINALLY marry my handsome hunter after almost 5 years of dating.  You know, I have to say that yesterday I woke up just a giddy as I did the day I married him.  He has changed my life.  Just look at the picture below.  Who would have ever thunk it!  I have my very own bow and my very own cowboy boots.  I am still impressed to this day that I half way manage to pull this off.
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It is not just a sport or a hobby-it is an obsession.
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My Handsome Hunter...
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I hope this suffices all the Auburn fans out there that are friends with the Cline's.  That is what happens when you are a child of a family that is divided.  To solve that, everyone should just be Alabama Fans!!  
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Regardless which way she choses, I will love her anyway!
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Please, you must get off the chair and stop reading this and get a pen.  Simply a must.
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Is your mouth watering?  Mine is. 
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Here are your main ingredients.  Jalapenos, Bacon, Cream Cheese, and Toothpicks
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uummm....You can thank me later.
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pictures compliments of my blogger hero:  The Pioneer Woman! 
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The little white 5 lb. Maltese fur ball.
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Brown eyes, if you can see them through all the hair, and a little yipe bark.
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We already took a car ride to downtown Calera letting the wind blow in our hair, cooked dinner together, played in the yard, and just forgot life as we knew it.
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She is a cute little thing that just lays in your lap and snores when she sleeps.
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Oh the little whipper snapper had me at hello.
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OH, I so forgot to tell you that I found this cute little pupster in my new construction community.  She just came and sat on my feet at the front door.   Before you get all up in arms, I did walk to all the houses around the community to ask if they knew who Bailey belonged to and no answers at the doors.  SO.  She went home with me for the evening :)
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Bailey just longed for her real family I could tell.
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So, after dinner the hunt began again.  Since she had a collar, but no tags, we had to go knocking on doors trying to find the sweet family to whom she belongs.  You will be happy to know there was a joyous and happy reunion. 
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Oh, and her real name is Lucy!  Personally I will always remember my joyful 8 hours of bliss with my little 5lb. fur ball named Bailey. 
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We lost, but gave it a good try.
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This is what I came to the game for... the band!!  In high school I was, quote, the "band geek".  The sad thing is that I didn't even know it at the time.  I just thought I was the coolest with my band leather letterman jacket, my trumpet, and all my medals.  My pride was being drum major!  I thrived off of this and actually still teach drum major lessons and judge tryouts.  It just brings back all the joy and excitement I felt when I was out on that field. 
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Jamie told me that I needed to suppress those feelings.
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When your dish towels have taken such a beating that they are not recognizable anymore, or when the blankets on the couch are not serving their purpose because you can see more of the couch than the blanket through the holes Brodie chewed, it is time to RUN the hyper furry child of mine.
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I am honestly flipping out about selling my house.  OH MY GOODNESS.  It stresses me out.  Making the bed everyday, sweeping and vacuuming the floor from my furry child, scrubbing the base boards, getting cob webs out of crevices of our house I didn't knew existed, getting Jamie face shavings out of the sink, getting Brodie's hair out of our tub, (he loves to get in the tub), getting Brodie's hair off our couch, putting the pillows back on the couch from Brodie using them as a chew toy, &amp; windexing the glass on the back door where nose prints have taken up a permanent residence.  Oh the constant cleaning, washing, &amp;amp; febreze spraying!  What are sellers thinking when they put their house on the market.  UGH. 
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Do you have friends, family, children, furry creatures, or any sort of human beings that would like to be tied to a mortgage for 30 years of their life.  If so please have them call me.   It is almost 2,500 sq. ft., bungalow style home, with 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, and a fenced backyard.  I know my phone is about to blow up with calls about my house, so I will cut the rest of this short. 
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't feel to sorry for him yet...he recovered very well, and is again terrorizing my dish towels and bath towels, and blankets, etc.  Gotta love him.  Even though it was only a short time calmness fell over our home, I will never forget it.
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Yes, this was my china on my dinning table.  Brodie has never been very interested in it before, but today was a new day and with a 1 year old puppy with extreme curiosity spells money out of my pocket.  He knew he had done wrong and just laid down with his head hung low and his ears back as he bowed at my feet as I came running into the room.  Poor dog.  He probably thought it was a bird flying rampid through our house and jumping the table was the answer to all of his puppy problems.  Who knows.  He spent the rest of the afternoon in time out! 
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As a young mother of two she needed a job and quickly!  She went to Moore-Handley looking for work, and they told her their were no openings, but she would not take no for an answer.  She went to where the boss man was eating lunch with some colleagues and told him she was not leaving without a job.  She was hardworking and dedicated and he would be proud to have her on staff.  Needless to say Sara Comer just had her retirement party after 40 years of service with the same company.  My grandmother knows what she wants and goes after it!  Dedication is definitely the correct word for her years of service. 
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7lb. 12 oz.  20.5 in.
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My one and only Brodie turned the BIG 1 on Saturday and what better way to have a photo moment would be none other than to monogram him his very own birthday tee-shirt!  I mean come on now... how can you not think this is just a fantastic idea... one of profound worth!
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Amazing difference isn't it!?  Below is really what the beach looked like with the seaweed and greenish blue water.  Nasty seaweed, but beautiful weather as a side note :)
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I have already monogrammed everything I could think of in my house.  It is a site to see!
Best birthday present by far.
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&lt;/div&gt;It is all about Gurney (In a good way). This is the most incredible woman who just loves life and her family and it is so evident. Everyone should have to meet her at least once in their life!
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wonderful 2nd parents/in laws/ best friends :)
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I LOVE birthday's!!  Especially for hubby!  Happy Birthday Baby!
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Mother, 2 daughters and granddaughter. 
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Brodie's Favorite past time.
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Brodie is just a talented little puppy.  Who knew! 
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We cannot deny the obvious that there is a lot of pink going on in this picture.  Now you will more understand why I am the way I am, love pink, and am definitely a girly girl.  Yep, all becoming clear.
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Our recruitment chair, Adrian, asked me to take some photos of the group for recruitment postcards to send out this summer.  She knew someone with this incredibly CUTE pink car.  I mean, really, I thought when she told me we were getting a pink car, I didn't think she literally meant PINK car.  I loved it!
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These are the two women who make it all happen during recruitment!  Way to go girls.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken on Flower Hill in Montevallo thus the beautiful springs plants behind him.  If you had not known any better I could have said they were at my house and I just had such an incredible green thumb!  Not!
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Brodie is 8 Months old now, and is about 50-55 lbs.  Not my little munchkin anymore!  Sad.  You have to say he is cute though :)
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Bless his heart.  Jamie woke up to me singing this to him Sunday morning.  Yeah, I even had hand motions.  I was bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to give Jamie his Easter basket.  It really is the little things in life that make me excited.
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Isn't he adorable!  This is my little cousin Zeke.
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Gurney started a new tradition of making Easter bonnets out of anything you have at the house.  She was the judge and it was an absolute hoot to see us all decorated up.  You never know what this family is going to come up with.  Keeps you on your toes!
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Zac was a trooper and shared in the dying process.  Dont let him fool you he liked it regardless of what he says.  See, it is not just a girl thang!
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His was Brodie's idea of helping.  Really just playing and staying out of the way was indeed helping.  Although a soaked lake water dog makes for a long long ride home (in my lap I might add!)
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This is Brodie's real brother.  Zac got Sam the same time we got Brodie.  They are a complete mess when they get together.  Two peas in a pod!
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Thus the Sneaky Pete's hot dog shirt.  Oh yeah, baby!  He broke it out from his high school years and still wearing it!  wow...now everyone knows why I fell in love...it all becomes clear now. 
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The second night we went to eat at Pineapple Willy's on the deck outside, ride go carts, hit in the batting cages, and play in the arcade.  Poor Kathryn couldn't ride go carts because she was pregnant, but made up for it in the arcade.  It was just a relaxing weekend!
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Kathryn and Michael were definitely troopers through this maternity photo shoot.  Kathryn wanted some maternity pictures while we were at the beach this past weekend, so I broke out the camera and had a little fun. This is just a little snippet of baby Katelyn before she is born.  Awww....
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only word I can think of is elated!  Michael and Kathryn are going to be such wonderful parents.  The Lord has truly blessed their marriage and now they are having a little baby girl.  They are a couple that everyone needs to have to privilege of meeting.  If you could only be around them you could experience what I see in them all the time. Pure Joy!
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I titled this blog post Aged to Perfection for a reason.  Life has been good to a certain man in my life.  It was my dad's _ _th Birthday.  He may not want me to fill in the blanks, so it will be a guessing game for all those who think that would be fun!
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We wanted to do something special and fun for him since he has not had a surprise birthday before.  This was not quite a surprise, but to him he just thought the immediate family was getting together at my house to eat hamburgers.  Little did he know, Mom, Debbie and I got up at 4:30 a.m. to go blow up balloons at Wally World.  They didn't know what hit them when we walsed through the doors to blow up balloons.  "How many balloons!?"  was the response we so warmly received.  Let me just say that I didn't think 4:30 a.m. existed on the clock!  Wow...I was dysfunctional the rest of the day.
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We blew up the exact amount of balloons of how old he was and tied $5.00 bills to the end of all the balloons.  How much fun right!!  We put them all in my kitchen and what a surprise it was to him.  Everyone came, family and friends, to celebrate a wonderful day...and what a great time we had.  Dad was sooo excited and just smiled the whole time, which made us ecstatic that he had a special day that we all could celebrate with him.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!  WE ALL LOVE YOU!
&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-8611450116223753746?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8611450116223753746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=8611450116223753746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8611450116223753746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8611450116223753746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/aged-to-perfection.html' title='AGED TO PERFECTION'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/Sc5sCC6rBJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A7jzp--fBWM/s72-c/03+14+09_1379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-1324421047487536052</id><published>2009-03-10T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:32:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swirls of colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was 82 degrees and absolutely, positively beautiful!  So.. after much coxing... yeah right...Jamie talked me in to going to the lake for a few casts of fishing.  I did not fish, but instead just enjoyed the slight breeze coming off the water and sitting with the sun on my face.  aahhh, just remembering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loved, Loved, Loved the sunset when we were packing back up to head back in.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/SbcradJejAI/AAAAAAAAAks/KHfg7j0-sfA/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311762019007761410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/SbcradJejAI/AAAAAAAAAks/KHfg7j0-sfA/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted everyone else to see what goes on at our house on a nightly bases.  If you could see my hand I am holding up 1 finger representing Brodie, and my other hand is spinning around it; thus Brodie and the world spinning around him :)  Craziness I know, but this sweet craziness just works for us.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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He is so lovable when you have just run him slap silly and he is simply exhausted where he tries so very hard to keep his eyes open just just can't seem to make it happen, making him the perfect cuddle buddy.  
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Just melt my heart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3672996237330775326-8707231361439513976?l=courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8707231361439513976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3672996237330775326&amp;postID=8707231361439513976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8707231361439513976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3672996237330775326/posts/default/8707231361439513976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneyhigdon.blogspot.com/2009/03/spoiled-nah.html' title='SPOILED... NAH!'/><author><name>Courtney Higdon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01722844428091544763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/S7elBxQ70qI/AAAAAAAABXk/BCvcCj_ru4M/S220/Img_16_Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyU_H36zmhc/SbcradJejAI/AAAAAAAAAks/KHfg7j0-sfA/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672996237330775326.post-6117720621242488784</id><published>2009-03-08T14:38:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:28:01.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are just growing like a weed!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know when you would see someone you haven't seen in forever they would come up to you and say " I remember when you were thiisss big!"  "You have just grown up so much!" 
That is kinda what I think about my little munchkin now, well.. not so little anymore.  sniff, sniff.  Brodie, being Mr. Manors, just smiles and in his little brain of his is thinking, "I wish she would just give me a treat and just leave me alone."  I finally got him to smile for the camera. 
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BEFORE:  This is what just makes me melt and think of the good ol' days when we went to pick him up and he was only 5 lbs.  AWWW....They just fly by.   
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