tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56871870000547819932024-03-05T05:20:05.286-05:00A Little Reese and WardThe Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-78666864223404764902010-05-06T16:46:00.001-04:002011-03-06T17:12:31.856-05:00My sweet boy is here!Edward Blanton Hudgens is here! Praise be to God from whom all blessings flow!<br />We got to the hospital and they were waiting on us, three of them. Supposedly, there weren't many girls in labor. They took us to our "room" if that's what you call it. It was just a bed with a curtain drawn around it. There they got us prepped and ready with IV's and gave me medications for a queasy stomach. I was so excited when our anetheisologist (sorry about the spelling) came in! He was the same one I had last time and SUCH a nice man! I was glad to see him again! But then we played the waiting game.<br />I was doing pretty well up until 12:30 hit. Then I started feeling really sick, mainly anxiety! And no, they can't give you anything. 1:00 - They rolled me into the OR and got things going. What a blessing it was when I asked if they were close to getting started and I saw my sweet baby boy! They swaddled him and I got to see him up close. This was much different from Reese....they held her up and then took her to the NICU (along with Greg). Ward got to stay for a few minutes and I got to give him a sweet kiss!<br />My recovery room experience was much better than the last. I didn't get the "shakes" in the RC and had a great team of nurses helping me! (Note to self, try to deliver again when no one else is)<br />But, that night, I got the "itches". The astromorph (I think that's right...a cousin of morphine) can make you itch! It wasn't so pleasant but the next day it was gone! I can't begin to tell you how great the experience was at Richland again this time! Everyone took such good care of us!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-61102792544103340312010-05-04T09:00:00.000-04:002011-03-06T16:42:23.093-05:00A bit of catching up to do......May 4th 2010 - I can't believe we are about to become a family of 4! I have mixed emotions about this but know this is the Lord's plan. I am not sure I can put into words how much I LOVE my sweet little Reese. For the past 2 1/2 years, we have done almost everything together. She is with me all the time and I LOVE IT! I am a little bit nervous about having a little boy. I got this pink thing down and not sure if I'm going to be able to do the blue thing. Will I love him as much? This is a common thought I have.....I know, everyone has told me I will. But, it's just so hard to think you could love two of them SO much. So, as I sit here before we go to the hospital, I'm a little anxious about the whole C-section thing. Yes, this is my 2nd one but the first one just happened! I really didn't have much time to think about it nor did I ever read about one. I assumed I was healthy and would just deliver a baby! But now, I KNOW what goes on and just a little anxious. My C-section is scheduled to start at 1pm. We have to be there at 11am and then GAME ON! My prayer is that it will go smoothly as well as the transition at home. I pray she will just love and adore her little brother who she refers to as "baby lawwward". I try to tell her I'm not having the BABY LawwardD (sounds like baby lord) but BABY WARD! So, cheers to the end of a family of 3 and to a great beginning of a family of 4~!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-41514052716487454912010-01-18T21:28:00.002-05:002010-01-18T21:39:02.950-05:00Happy New Year!Happy New Year! <br />I am happy to see a new year come....there were so great moments in 2009 but I'm glad to see the new year! <br /><br />One thing will come for sure .....our little baby BOY! We will be having a little baby BOY who will arrive either the 23rd or 27th of April! <br /><br />I was inspired by a girl (actually a good friend of Greg's family) to "MAKE" New Year's Resolutions! She is much more creative than I am and is an amazing seamstress! So, I don't promise my creations will ever come close to hers but I'll try my hardest! With that being said, I spent two hours on the computer looking at sewing blogs the other night! CRAZY, I know but I've been sewing things ever since. I'll try to post some of the things I make along the way! (No promises!!) Some of those items will hopefully include - crib bumper, girl dresses, jon jons, maybe some smocked stuff, pillows for the house, curtains and who knows what else!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-55474953434966358422009-12-30T21:12:00.002-05:002010-01-18T21:27:58.134-05:00Christmas......"Christ is Risen" ~ Growing up as one of four there was always someone around, someone to do something with! Those "somethings" weren't always positive....there were lots of fights but there were also lots of GREAT times! I always remember our house being full of people around the holidays. It was crazy and fun all at the same time. This Christmas made me realize how THANKFUL I am to be one of four! All those fights and times we "hated" each other....just went out the window. I can't imagine what it would have been like to sit at the table with just one other sibling! It was wonderful to be around a FULL table and able to remember those old Christmas'! Sure we all wish this wasn't our reality.....but it just makes me SOOO very thankful for the family I have! How wonderful is it that His ways are so much better than ours!!! The Lord is oh so good!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-41438762083306960122009-11-30T20:54:00.000-05:002010-01-18T21:11:55.856-05:00My sweet baby girl is 2!I can't believe it's been 2 years! Just 2 short years ago, we were traveling back and forth to the NICU daily hoping that that day would be the one she would come home! Three weeks later, she came home.......the BEST Christmas present I could have ever received! Now, two years later it's amazing how far she has come. Developmentally, she is right on track.....just a little petite! She is ALL girl. She LOVES to play with her puzzles, color, take care of her baby dolls and put clothes on! Oh, and she talks all day...I mean ALL day! I guess we go to Target a little too much since she asks to go "shopping" and will proceed to tell me where she wants to shop. I never knew how much of a blessing one tiny little girl would be! Thank you Lord for allowing her to be my sweet baby!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-47591262119876794792009-11-19T14:54:00.002-05:002009-11-19T15:40:06.304-05:00A little to real......This is a little bit of a longer story....just a warning! Yesterday I had to go visit with a specialist regarding some abnormal blood work. The abnormal blood work isn't anything new or too alarming right now. After Reese was born I was wanting to get on birth control but I was having headaches with loss of vision. Therefore, my doctor wouldn't put me on anything until I saw a neurologist due to the risk of stroke. So, I went to see the neurologist and he was the one who found the abnormal blood work. I then went to see a hematologist who told me I had a borderline blood clotting disorder but she didn't think I needed medication at this time. But she did inform me that I would need to be tested if I got pregnant again just to make sure there weren't any conflicts between development and the baby. So, that's how I ended up at the OB specialist! <br />I was a little nervous just given the circumstances and thinking that I didn't want to have another preemie that would have to stay in the NICU! <br />The doctor came in and ask about my first pregnancy and some of the details. I guess I didn't really think through the questions that would be asked at the time of the consultation but in hindsight I should have seen it coming.....it's only normal in the medical world. I did social work for a number of years and during our "assessments" we would ask the same types of questions SO I should have known this was coming! <br />He then asked about family history. I think this might have been the first time I've been asked this question since dad passed and boy did it seem so surreal! He proceeded to ask about my parents, "Are your parents living?" Wow, for the last 10 years the answer has been, "My dad is"! I was getting to the point were it wasn't as hard to say that.....to acknowledge that he was our only parent. The question asked out loud just seemed too real.....almost like it made it permanent. I know it IS permanent but I think our defensive mechanisms kick in and guard us from the finality of it all. I'm glad of this "mechanism" because I think it allows me to continue on living and dealing with grief day by day rather than flooding me all at one time. <br />I know this is reality and I know he is so much better off. I know he isn't suffering any longer......as someone put it death is so much harder for the living. The ones who have passed on are where we all want to be! <br />So I PRAY the Lord blesses someone else through this event or through me....in some way, somehow! <br />I guess I should also pray for health given my genes....I guess the doctor put it best when he stated the obvious....."Ummm, well, you don't have very good genes!" But God is good and so is His will!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-47599570660194826992009-11-19T14:48:00.002-05:002009-11-19T14:54:49.309-05:00BIG SISTER!!!!<div align="center">Yes, that's right.....Reese is going to be a big sister come May! </div><div align="center">I am 15 weeks so far and things are progressing as they should! Reese has a </div><div align="center">little cousin Wade (my youngest sister's boy) and she LOVES to see him! </div><div align="center">She also wants to "hold him" all the time. This is a little difficult given that he </div><div align="center">weighs only 4 pounds less than she does! But I do get excited about her </div><div align="center">being a big sister because of how excited she gets when she sees other babies! </div><div align="center">I just keep praying that she will have the same excitement for her own brother or sister! </div><div align="center">We are very excited and can't wait to find out what we are having! </div><div align="center">So far Greg thinks it will be a girl while on the other hand I think it will be a boy. </div><div align="center">Last time we both thought the same thing, well Greg was right! </div><div align="center">Greg thinks he is going to have a house full of little girls! </div><div align="center">I guess we will see here in a few weeks!</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-69514203115029254032009-10-07T21:28:00.002-04:002009-10-07T21:42:28.985-04:00May a little too much<div align="center">To say I like Chick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fil</span> a, well that might be an understatement. </div><div align="center">I guess this little story might help fill you in.</div><div align="center">Greg and I went to Hawaii in September. Reese stayed</div><div align="center">with Aunt Kristin and Nana flew in to keep her too!</div><div align="center">One day they all went to the mall around the corner</div><div align="center">from our house. The one that was close to my work</div><div align="center">when I was working. When they pulled up and went in </div><div align="center">Reese was yelling, "Come, Come Come Come" . To her that </div><div align="center">meant "GO GO GO GO"! At this mall they have a playground</div><div align="center">which she loves to play on. Once Nana </div><div align="center">figured this out she got to play on it.</div><div align="center">Well, they went to Chick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fil</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">A to</span> order and the Chick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fil</span> A </div><div align="center">employees said, "We haven't seen you </div><div align="center">in a while little girl!" Nana was a little confused and they told</div><div align="center">her they use to see me when I'd come in for lunch</div><div align="center">when I was pregnant and then after I had her! Kristin and Nana</div><div align="center">thought it was hilarious that the employees at Chick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Fil</span> A knew </div><div align="center">who Reese was! It's probably because they have great </div><div align="center">employees who never leave......it couldn't be me going </div><div align="center">to Chick Fil A too much!!!!</div><div align="center">Maybe I should look into </div><div align="center">finding another favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">restaurant</span> and branch out a little!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">EAT MORE CHICKEN!!!!!!! :)</div><div align="center">(by the way...that's where a great friend of mine took me for </div><div align="center">my 30th birthday !!!!!)</div><div align="center"> </div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-20718141206444350752009-10-07T21:23:00.003-04:002009-11-19T14:48:17.543-05:00Things that make Reese, Reese1. Our back gate doesn't shut all the way and EVERYDAY when we pull away she demands that I "SHUT IT, SHUT IT, SHUT IT"! It seems to distress her that the door doesn't shut all the way!<br /><br /><br /><br />2. Come/Go- She's a little confused with these two words. When she wants to go, she says "COME COME COME COME"!<br /><br /><br /><br />3. Reese and I are very similar in that we both get frustrated pretty quickly. I've been trying to work with Reese and show her she can ask for help when she is a little upset. I ask her if she wants me to help her. I say,"Reese, do you want me to help you?" She has picked up on it and now she will ask me to "HELP YOU".<br /><br />Apparently, we have you /me backwards too!<br /><br />Just a few little things that make Reese, Reese!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-48132897533185064372009-10-07T21:03:00.003-04:002009-10-07T21:23:15.082-04:00Dad's luck.....<div align="center">Since my last entry, Reese has continued to enjoy the potty. I think she enjoys getting </div><div align="center">"cookies" (aka teddy grahams) after going. We are still wearing diapers because I can't bring </div><div align="center">myself to put her in "big girl panties" just yet. She tries to get us to give her a cookie even </div><div align="center">if she goes in her diaper. We've been explaining that's not how it works. </div><div align="center">Our routine is the potty, lay down for the diaper </div><div align="center">and then get a cookie. Well, one morning before church Reese had already gone to the </div><div align="center">potty with the help of her dad. So he figured she could go around the house without a </div><div align="center">diaper on for a little while. She would run into our room then</div><div align="center">run down the hall into her room. We were almost ready when neither one of us heard her.</div><div align="center">Which is NEVER a good sign with a 23 month old. So I went looking for her....I found her</div><div align="center">playing in her room. When I walked in the room I noticed a very strong smell. </div><div align="center">At first, I thought "Wow, the smell can't still be lingering from </div><div align="center">earlier in the morning" and then that's when Reese spoke up!</div><p align="center">Reese: "Ott, oh"</p><p align="center">Me: "What is it Reese?"</p><div align="center">Reese: pointing to the scene....<br /></div><div align="center">Me: pure laughter....."Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Greg: running down the hall...."what what what"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">in the corner of her room was a little pile of poop....</div><div align="center">those of you who have dogs...</div><div align="center">kind of like when a dog tries to hide it in your house....same concept!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I guess this is life and how it will continue to be! You live and you learn. </div><div align="center">You trust and pray you don't make the same mistake! </div><div align="center">And you just move forward. So, I must say after cleaning it up </div><div align="center">(well, Greg cleaning it up) LESSON LEARNED!</div><div align="center">Never leave a child un-diapered UNLESS you are willing to take the risk!</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-45253811379103945582009-08-12T22:04:00.003-04:002009-08-12T22:15:41.623-04:00Potty, potty, potty, potty<div align="center">We reached a milestone today! Reese and I had some friends come visit for the day. </div><div align="center">Crystal (a friend from college) and her children Gracie (caroline, macy or anything else you'd like to call her) and Cooper came to visit. We met them for lunch and then they came over to play. </div><div align="center">Reese and Gracie are about 3 weeks apart with Gracie being older. So Gracie brought her </div><div align="center">"big girl potty" with her since she is trying to use the potty. Well, Reese was very excited </div><div align="center">about this potty and wanted to sit on it as soon as she saw it. She kept saying, "potty, potty, potty" </div><div align="center">over and over and over again! Finally, when we got home I took her pants off and let her sit on it</div><div align="center"> just to see if anything would happen. She was just sitting there "talking" to me about the potty. </div><div align="center">I asked her if she was tinkling and she nodded her head. Then she said, "all done"! I never heard anything </div><div align="center">so I assumed nothing had happend. We got off the potty and what do you know....</div><div align="center">she pooped and pee peed in the potty! </div><div align="center">I was SO amazed! I took pictures but won't post them. I'll just show you the potty and </div><div align="center">her sitting on it later in the day screaming! I guess it's off to buy a potty tomorrow and </div><div align="center">we will see where this leads us! </div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-51158253764932931432009-08-10T22:18:00.005-04:002009-08-10T22:52:46.760-04:00The beach!<div align="center">Our trip to Litchfield was a wonderful time. We loved spending time with all the</div><div align="center">Hudgens at the beach! Everyone was so excited to see Happy and Nana. </div><div align="center">We are very thankful they were able to be there and what a sweet time it was </div><div align="center">with all the family. It's like Christmas everytime Nana and Happy come to visit. </div><div align="center">I really love spending all day on the beach doing nothing! It's so much fun when </div><div align="center">the little ones can actually play on the beach rather than just sitting there. </div><div align="center">But there is a price to pay for that change, no more sitting on the beach </div><div align="center">reading a book! It's a price that I am more than willing to pay! I loved playing with </div><div align="center">her on the beach and watching her explore the water and sand. </div><div align="center">Here are a few pictures from the beach<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayrymWtK2Tky7BtsJHDZG8TRNFNcs1XHMh5Tau403ghuChThZM_sMtU2YE_L2tNoCLK7U-XmrtMI6J7n1Dx5st05EuVGeX-IhGldybqm23tQQTuFgX5fXig4vtAJmlUZqGxlKVwhzY7to/s1600-h/126.JPG">.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531397566310274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayrymWtK2Tky7BtsJHDZG8TRNFNcs1XHMh5Tau403ghuChThZM_sMtU2YE_L2tNoCLK7U-XmrtMI6J7n1Dx5st05EuVGeX-IhGldybqm23tQQTuFgX5fXig4vtAJmlUZqGxlKVwhzY7to/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy and Reese reading together!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kOowCQj_Oh8xG22BXwxTn6gMDRH7pYlcjjCwgFab0cs-X1VFf8zylqlFfCtc4VwV2kc2ZQWRjmFzo4B32a1NQwQ6QZL_kFVNX8zL9zMjm117xxxo_kP1R99pcKsAPU6oK56hP4MjX8id/s1600-h/106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531393936405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kOowCQj_Oh8xG22BXwxTn6gMDRH7pYlcjjCwgFab0cs-X1VFf8zylqlFfCtc4VwV2kc2ZQWRjmFzo4B32a1NQwQ6QZL_kFVNX8zL9zMjm117xxxo_kP1R99pcKsAPU6oK56hP4MjX8id/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nana and Walker<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPjOSBY71Er33_O5EsWquIcKb7U-RdoXSRTO4pw-43B0dFGZYoapfIvebL_LqosyiqR2-BKP0C_ifuhxpPted_TYrnsJFI5-4BTqquykXU16hbqV1kQLS0FriE5OVYlQyWlr9_E1VXyMD/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531381974339538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPjOSBY71Er33_O5EsWquIcKb7U-RdoXSRTO4pw-43B0dFGZYoapfIvebL_LqosyiqR2-BKP0C_ifuhxpPted_TYrnsJFI5-4BTqquykXU16hbqV1kQLS0FriE5OVYlQyWlr9_E1VXyMD/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /></a>Reese, Nana and McCrary<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531377179062258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5SeLJrttesvG6JcbprNO9WkxFIhIQDS4aiCrdkxj2FvpZlJXCv2fp3LTbrZT5nthyq7aSIrH_mjjnRANlaLP4IFPVzKoZ2FQrnJoTJas04x_6jfdbSjoHZJ8KoBTkY11HlMW5O0CFUWl/s320/086.JPG" border="0" />Walker<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim29HN8vQxc4ojaiAL9wUOC1Dsf1wiHdAMI32SnGVDUsqByQ5h21WbG5z69VHFcQdFw63Qv24-5yGzHx5a6U64E6E7tuw-u6-rCZyh4wmkZAaCPmXN2-HJ5zuyelDfMX_v7wl0RPRou7M3/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531370221683730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim29HN8vQxc4ojaiAL9wUOC1Dsf1wiHdAMI32SnGVDUsqByQ5h21WbG5z69VHFcQdFw63Qv24-5yGzHx5a6U64E6E7tuw-u6-rCZyh4wmkZAaCPmXN2-HJ5zuyelDfMX_v7wl0RPRou7M3/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a> Walker, Nana and Reese.....McCrary playing in the water!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UQi3HEGFc5Ch5-oYhzacaX3H4Na0hqEH5Yxmgybs-G87MZ1owLvGugE4L8K6w7JaWhN71WWcpBj8D64YEqJZnTAVew8ggTc2n29bI7YC9Qiuvk9IQ-AFjB8pHeRU0tgP5dalzqnarHK2/s1600-h/100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526715548106818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UQi3HEGFc5Ch5-oYhzacaX3H4Na0hqEH5Yxmgybs-G87MZ1owLvGugE4L8K6w7JaWhN71WWcpBj8D64YEqJZnTAVew8ggTc2n29bI7YC9Qiuvk9IQ-AFjB8pHeRU0tgP5dalzqnarHK2/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reese eating sand.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNjBZ9vfTTmh2CCEZxbQjvO8poG9xJS12O4EmMroysfwhI3W8FD7aPnjwrfsUrS2Sfxr7lx1FACt9WBR9hpNrQPf_1dXJYwlvSz7cYblTY5nJpogJLm52bw9aJ4imJsNAMFRwx0apFfa1/s1600-h/077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526710458507506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNjBZ9vfTTmh2CCEZxbQjvO8poG9xJS12O4EmMroysfwhI3W8FD7aPnjwrfsUrS2Sfxr7lx1FACt9WBR9hpNrQPf_1dXJYwlvSz7cYblTY5nJpogJLm52bw9aJ4imJsNAMFRwx0apFfa1/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /></a>Little Reese<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECZKODJUnpC_Ue0wfbNiHELkVsCwNcW84YEAW8xBJpx83jU6TF_M1n1_wphxDbtxJkNUzI0n-wIW5Z002dEqGAgRRKQDUiaSW-Wx01UnbZtUoPI_NAZ_uHiNU37k98O4vfPuQ9sy7rDO6/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526702950758306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECZKODJUnpC_Ue0wfbNiHELkVsCwNcW84YEAW8xBJpx83jU6TF_M1n1_wphxDbtxJkNUzI0n-wIW5Z002dEqGAgRRKQDUiaSW-Wx01UnbZtUoPI_NAZ_uHiNU37k98O4vfPuQ9sy7rDO6/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /></a> Playing with her beach ball<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZ_tqZcPvgc7TlInqoON8_X78Y3wsBGurAQtw4Mze-mJwrjWlIBr3y62cglcWna1ix2IKjYo9YwO-6mnIG185Sp69DtJ62KWACipVA0225a9aEuDq7nPIs_XR6Isyk3Sl5j8alilguboJ/s1600-h/065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526698359384178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZ_tqZcPvgc7TlInqoON8_X78Y3wsBGurAQtw4Mze-mJwrjWlIBr3y62cglcWna1ix2IKjYo9YwO-6mnIG185Sp69DtJ62KWACipVA0225a9aEuDq7nPIs_XR6Isyk3Sl5j8alilguboJ/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reese and McCrary washing off the sand</div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-33793714832559084842009-07-13T23:24:00.003-04:002009-07-13T23:35:12.592-04:00Praying for Happy.....<div align="center">Thank you Lord for watching over Happy today during his surgery.....</div><div align="center">For being with the doctors as they operated so closely to such </div><div align="center">important "real estate" in the body.......</div><div align="center">For sending people to the hospital to be/pray with Nana and the family......</div><div align="center">For providing such a great place and great doctors to take care of him....</div><div align="center">For your providence........</div><div align="center">For allowing family to be with Nana.....</div><div align="center">For the peace you give all of us during difficult and uncertain times.......</div><div align="center">For continuing to watch over him and help him through the recovery.......</div><div align="center">Lord, you never promise things will be easy but you ALWAYS promise to hold us in your hands! </div><div align="center">Thank you for that promise!</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-29104736318175453032009-07-13T23:07:00.006-04:002009-07-13T23:23:08.410-04:00The last season<div align="center">This past soccer season (2009) was the last season for me as head coach.<br />It was a great team to end with and a good year to end on. </div><div align="center">I am so thankful for the many lessons I learned over these past 7 years</div><div align="center">and will never forget ALL the memories. Here </div><div align="center">are a few pictures of Reese with some of the girls at the swim party</div><div align="center">they had at the end of the season!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlWeqWB4sMZ0yA1h1mdsADxsla5olYpMD8irzKi5DFhy1V12mlm5ZXMZIGEvUxWCzYwNa4dxKwgja4ewINXsf7N2AoxrGfVbNG55s1IpY3Jg1qrz9u9Qu1BFJdIZOALVNF4kEenvsVtZz/s1600-h/the+latest+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148955089652770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlWeqWB4sMZ0yA1h1mdsADxsla5olYpMD8irzKi5DFhy1V12mlm5ZXMZIGEvUxWCzYwNa4dxKwgja4ewINXsf7N2AoxrGfVbNG55s1IpY3Jg1qrz9u9Qu1BFJdIZOALVNF4kEenvsVtZz/s320/the+latest+029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reese with a few of the girls!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSs_kuk_Kh7eJFWOsyCbKqEdwqXkQOnVb8BATnkKGQCkNjUQVVyO3rx39Sk4Z2Jzh9OfN2BcNL87x30NXitFos3x6HeH7_Yq1nnaufJldlrxNGgg7Nc9vT_53koOY_Q1N_F8CdR0ZEFRHv/s1600-h/the+latest+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148953510839298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSs_kuk_Kh7eJFWOsyCbKqEdwqXkQOnVb8BATnkKGQCkNjUQVVyO3rx39Sk4Z2Jzh9OfN2BcNL87x30NXitFos3x6HeH7_Yq1nnaufJldlrxNGgg7Nc9vT_53koOY_Q1N_F8CdR0ZEFRHv/s320/the+latest+021.JPG" border="0" /></a>Reese with Meredith (who graduate a few years back)...</div><div>trying a sip of lemonade and pizza.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrB5XMT4zwYj5W06cg3IwQWJTc75vhgnORRmCneXV_VcMBB0IXxmoftlZUUTFQCsLAsrLWF_yLyd0rUEpfHjvJEm9A2KS1Aa0hhnIz3HQdQpBhbj6a16Hqd5nn80k7yBaBFusNZYwvhUt4/s1600-h/the+latest+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148947184889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrB5XMT4zwYj5W06cg3IwQWJTc75vhgnORRmCneXV_VcMBB0IXxmoftlZUUTFQCsLAsrLWF_yLyd0rUEpfHjvJEm9A2KS1Aa0hhnIz3HQdQpBhbj6a16Hqd5nn80k7yBaBFusNZYwvhUt4/s320/the+latest+016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just tall enough to see over the table.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgleY_oOaU1TIY9dPet0O0pcs9MCuYRYzASQnX6_9vALuA36RjlktSP4C4CID4uF7sc29HEKOqeK848dczRFLkJGABBRPUeCHBcYWf8aDWiZAxHOrglPIFN7T5seoDQD_OyjfMZI_zhDN/s1600-h/the+latest+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148938471569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgleY_oOaU1TIY9dPet0O0pcs9MCuYRYzASQnX6_9vALuA36RjlktSP4C4CID4uF7sc29HEKOqeK848dczRFLkJGABBRPUeCHBcYWf8aDWiZAxHOrglPIFN7T5seoDQD_OyjfMZI_zhDN/s320/the+latest+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reese and Meredith after swimming.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aKrx-VP5R0Ql8V5dFy9uC60b5WyX5ZNGtFgDY0KVFLR7gqPOPh5uJeueDtG9RlHiM20KMq0lXiloaI1XScvckn0CK_bZEe-ukzgMcT5vkhB0uIQAzyAR8XVh60DgTimOt8tMW_mM7H73/s1600-h/the+latest+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148935403911106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aKrx-VP5R0Ql8V5dFy9uC60b5WyX5ZNGtFgDY0KVFLR7gqPOPh5uJeueDtG9RlHiM20KMq0lXiloaI1XScvckn0CK_bZEe-ukzgMcT5vkhB0uIQAzyAR8XVh60DgTimOt8tMW_mM7H73/s320/the+latest+014.JPG" border="0" /></a>Reese with Meredith while Claire (meredith's sister)</div><div>swims up to them!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358150316524421538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhreY-1jm-RHKtFpVKV1rVWZc1HAwwLxFcTal_29Yj214Ujq5A6S2wl7Tak3kTe5I4Aah5nIEuXyeBVi8VCPJu9jgjquy3JDPcWr5VFNSRp_4JqVz2qFfGEG6Ix1INwpspbdydlI476UXg/s320/the+latest+028.JPG" border="0" />This is what the girl's learned to do this year thanks to </div><div>Carlyn. And this is what they taught Reese!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358150306729661810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTU3vjtvVCkxaSqbQHd-Jrhct2ZJh7RG_wW02lOJjjThCjfz6T3BAnUvV8OMg1Lzjtk4i9ci8YvXq5HcwZVkHr4XnhNzkYx2rmGM-UhyphenhyphenO4GR63aHy_Aowr-DSEUImNuwTrF-3-h_Q8phA3/s320/the+latest+027.JPG" border="0" />Reese trying to make the "Carlyn" face!! After just a</div><div>few attempts Reese is successful!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-74500044859581469022009-05-24T20:42:00.004-04:002009-05-24T20:54:31.747-04:00Strawberry Pickin'<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxRvO_rWP9hBWXoafupaeznwSjPPDjmCPwPgFdvXGUTB2Hx18LhBvIdQ4tKD5lvqosiOJTd1_HcMlkN4UDF2-7jai7jx-HyY3x6ubEkdgvZxkQQcvwyXqm7UhVeAN3k4pP0ZFpMaxOWHT/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339557781386697426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxRvO_rWP9hBWXoafupaeznwSjPPDjmCPwPgFdvXGUTB2Hx18LhBvIdQ4tKD5lvqosiOJTd1_HcMlkN4UDF2-7jai7jx-HyY3x6ubEkdgvZxkQQcvwyXqm7UhVeAN3k4pP0ZFpMaxOWHT/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /></a>I was trying to show Reese how to hold the strawberry to eat it!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9m2G0Q34tBBYgQJhMv7kD3qVyv2qJLJgKmkSQXRwizsqN0DG1dC5itxTqBadYBDE_H0M8WzyHqqhwfxObCIkTwK572TkQE60av8OsmdJlYjlUvmkB6t8cBDrDi9LR_n6R8lZSa5utdD_/s1600-h/114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339557777732941266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9m2G0Q34tBBYgQJhMv7kD3qVyv2qJLJgKmkSQXRwizsqN0DG1dC5itxTqBadYBDE_H0M8WzyHqqhwfxObCIkTwK572TkQE60av8OsmdJlYjlUvmkB6t8cBDrDi9LR_n6R8lZSa5utdD_/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jenny, Abby, Reese and me at the Strawberry Farm<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymuSHyvAqxuOoxNxm6LIX0xmDBk-AC2gOTiL01ETwKo3dKhMrw9tYb15fx4FqkV5lhyphenhyphen7JqvDgfxhiE2izibVhXm5fruVSbPq3z8At1QEyMk6IGJTBjgrNCtjQ3_3yyCEBrHFW7qN9NUOL/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339557774808483650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymuSHyvAqxuOoxNxm6LIX0xmDBk-AC2gOTiL01ETwKo3dKhMrw9tYb15fx4FqkV5lhyphenhyphen7JqvDgfxhiE2izibVhXm5fruVSbPq3z8At1QEyMk6IGJTBjgrNCtjQ3_3yyCEBrHFW7qN9NUOL/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /></a>YUMMY!!! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQ_rQOzFrBcLGRR8DsKrNLXzPEVb-47pLTQ90Py7XJjX5_qGSh6SAdnokW6jfhwtm8ZgY1FB4BQas0YYOecwrSm7ez5Gsi2heqfnRy_OU3hKDtZl1It7E5ejGliQUFPU5CcrXQrGeK4wW/s1600-h/080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339556839161801522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQ_rQOzFrBcLGRR8DsKrNLXzPEVb-47pLTQ90Py7XJjX5_qGSh6SAdnokW6jfhwtm8ZgY1FB4BQas0YYOecwrSm7ez5Gsi2heqfnRy_OU3hKDtZl1It7E5ejGliQUFPU5CcrXQrGeK4wW/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /></a>Abby and Reese talking about how to pick strawberries!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHGg8an0s9GJfhcoUDYLoptFtPuYFftq0iO1rM6CtfzUth6IHm2sTZPu8IS3OQk0lAkaRqlt6g5P4p6iJyHIt5YUeJ0Oiu3ob_BT2OQCW6IUjtvFMS76ihFeSJn_AqDg2AMf14w4U11uR/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339556833762192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHGg8an0s9GJfhcoUDYLoptFtPuYFftq0iO1rM6CtfzUth6IHm2sTZPu8IS3OQk0lAkaRqlt6g5P4p6iJyHIt5YUeJ0Oiu3ob_BT2OQCW6IUjtvFMS76ihFeSJn_AqDg2AMf14w4U11uR/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a>Still working on the strawberry<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsroJWxxAjZwUrYhzx2cmS5_cZY3yeTe3R5uAovWRcxVPznlE-KQqqtUoTVfAaxiAeHguyZEQGqw_jTd_p_SLmIzuloVqKgvrCl0skU1wNOGzzKa9oL7XVcoALYTkGTKHrWCwHHNjrgms/s1600-h/059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339556830351005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsroJWxxAjZwUrYhzx2cmS5_cZY3yeTe3R5uAovWRcxVPznlE-KQqqtUoTVfAaxiAeHguyZEQGqw_jTd_p_SLmIzuloVqKgvrCl0skU1wNOGzzKa9oL7XVcoALYTkGTKHrWCwHHNjrgms/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /></a> Her basket of Strawberries!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCm64Ij2n2yWXIulvv0IcnwZ2JQ2aK5q-Vx5sZNDYKRkNz_fTxVMeQkmkxNzdyodaneTqdLdnUjvhLg37pn6m7-mkBS7ZSAwUG4NNYOmulk93PTfTNIzePjCdvE589E6aMUp1Lpw5wtUjq/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339556825940957410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCm64Ij2n2yWXIulvv0IcnwZ2JQ2aK5q-Vx5sZNDYKRkNz_fTxVMeQkmkxNzdyodaneTqdLdnUjvhLg37pn6m7-mkBS7ZSAwUG4NNYOmulk93PTfTNIzePjCdvE589E6aMUp1Lpw5wtUjq/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /></a>Abby eating her strawberry! </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-54089926245065654952009-05-03T21:24:00.003-04:002009-05-24T20:42:36.132-04:00Quite isn't always good!<div align="center">On Sunday Reese was taking a nap. She had been asleep for about</div><br /><div align="center">2 1/2 hours and then she started to stir. We waited for a second</div><br /><div align="center">and no noise came from her room. We thought she had just fallen back</div><br /><div align="center">asleep. A few minutes later I went to check on her. I got close to her</div><br /><div align="center">room but didn't hear anything. I peeped in the door and </div><br /><div align="center">saw she was sitting in the corner of her bed with her back to me.</div><br /><div align="center">She was just sitting there not really doing anything. I slowly opened</div><br /><div align="center">the door to a <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">stinch </span>that I am quite familiar with, but she still didn't move.</div><br /><div align="center">As I got closer to her bed I noticed her diaper had been removed</div><br /><div align="center">THEN I noticed there was a little surprise missing from the diaper! </div><br /><div align="center">Yes, she had taken off her diaper and her little "stink" had fallen out </div><br /><div align="center">onto the bed. She was just sitting there in amazement looking at it! </div><br /><div align="center">Lauren: "Oh NO!!"</div><br /><div align="center">Greg: (running down the hall) "What, What, What is she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>?"</div><br /><div align="center">Lauren: "She's fine....we just have a mess!"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quite, then straight to the bath tub!</div><br /><div align="center">Nothing a little washing machine and soap can't clean!</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-71552891664507880272009-05-03T21:12:00.004-04:002009-05-03T21:23:45.638-04:00Does anyone else have a chipmunk?<div align="center">Reese now has four teeth with four more breaking through. </div><div align="center">Once her teeth came in she started using her crib</div><div align="center">as a chew toy! A lesson for me....keep things</div><div align="center">in perspective and keep a little toy</div><div align="center">for her to use rather than her bed!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdGJCwtBsk7pHW6FC03CxgNMlejjLEqTs0skAc_1nUOXrfWpI3FdeXWEyVbUeKgxSRm0jIhX74kCWMNUvv6gsQrq4JxI2817csKVsuh_HDYsW6yO02iMZARuyCVN_QmtTVtg2Oa8Q66Le/s1600-h/Easter+127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772368388297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdGJCwtBsk7pHW6FC03CxgNMlejjLEqTs0skAc_1nUOXrfWpI3FdeXWEyVbUeKgxSRm0jIhX74kCWMNUvv6gsQrq4JxI2817csKVsuh_HDYsW6yO02iMZARuyCVN_QmtTVtg2Oa8Q66Le/s320/Easter+127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTl49eOgvtbCkPmIKnr5qjeZ2i7dnM3-udVyHsZUR4BTV0pnD70_pCx8gXeru7LGHY52qoDSrvleucYT8xAK-CP6n9pUYKGXq6yi8EjshJ8DW1VMB5_OyAoir-nSlwwmPOW1mQeANQ29_/s1600-h/Easter+130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331771883911201442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTl49eOgvtbCkPmIKnr5qjeZ2i7dnM3-udVyHsZUR4BTV0pnD70_pCx8gXeru7LGHY52qoDSrvleucYT8xAK-CP6n9pUYKGXq6yi8EjshJ8DW1VMB5_OyAoir-nSlwwmPOW1mQeANQ29_/s320/Easter+130.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzalILGJpa7otfDpT98ZvnHyN0WMqYqSpaYTMg8XGRZNKrxYj9EgJPZ5P_ochFN2redvqiypi5KdSWtLHH-f-DQD5KfSv-qx94Mcs4gB-fB90E4VPwe0F3secPfn4tLL2o1l4rbS8X52I/s1600-h/Easter+131.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331771880914071122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzalILGJpa7otfDpT98ZvnHyN0WMqYqSpaYTMg8XGRZNKrxYj9EgJPZ5P_ochFN2redvqiypi5KdSWtLHH-f-DQD5KfSv-qx94Mcs4gB-fB90E4VPwe0F3secPfn4tLL2o1l4rbS8X52I/s320/Easter+131.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJAxCqzcljJb460HkI8kmxXzt231_r1zn93YzETPnJuwqEZw1S-y812TbTBlgoALQbXwt3PMyLGVl3Jwe_xMqjQs4rCVmRrRM2kubLdDYwkV7sx1FpqPJakeGYGP6rb-LEfADgRy4fFHj/s1600-h/Easter+129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331771875518474050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJAxCqzcljJb460HkI8kmxXzt231_r1zn93YzETPnJuwqEZw1S-y812TbTBlgoALQbXwt3PMyLGVl3Jwe_xMqjQs4rCVmRrRM2kubLdDYwkV7sx1FpqPJakeGYGP6rb-LEfADgRy4fFHj/s320/Easter+129.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8IdwcaaYQ0OjZyTUXjkVN9M1mlyMLCnTGOUQicYfqr9wFaHKTgRRlpzaGNFqwnqHerUwM7c1QGVbq-ssBlf1T5oHL9Ej42Jk5nUEae0JSFsEk2tRoTNLxQuxjNXmQoRMzQ2VjthmL73p/s1600-h/Easter+128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331771870090188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8IdwcaaYQ0OjZyTUXjkVN9M1mlyMLCnTGOUQicYfqr9wFaHKTgRRlpzaGNFqwnqHerUwM7c1QGVbq-ssBlf1T5oHL9Ej42Jk5nUEae0JSFsEk2tRoTNLxQuxjNXmQoRMzQ2VjthmL73p/s320/Easter+128.JPG" border="0" /></a>" Is this lead free paint?"</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-82055426314611003002009-05-03T20:00:00.003-04:002009-05-03T20:40:58.609-04:00Easter - what a wonderful day!<div align="center">As I look back, I am so thankful for our Easter Sunday. I know it was a while ago but I'm just </div><div align="center">now able to write. Christ is Risen....He is Risen indeed! We had a great time at church where</div><div align="center"> a wonderful sermon was preached. We also were able to fellowship with friends and family </div><div align="center">after the service. Then we went over to Mary Beth's house with the rest of my family.<br />Dad was living with Mary Beth so it was easier for all of us to just go over there. The weather </div><div align="center">was wonderful - a beautiful day actually! The guys (Will, Rhett, Greg and Brett - </div><div align="center">a friend of the family) played a little basketball. It started out as HORSE but then </div><div align="center">turned into a 2v2 match. Allison, Mary Beth and I got the food together in the </div><div align="center">house with dad. Nanny was playing with the little ones, as usual. And Dad just </div><div align="center">took everything in! The little ones would walk in and out of the house, </div><div align="center">stopping by his chair to "talk". At least they thought they were talking to him </div><div align="center">and he would just listen to their babble :) </div><div align="center">Everything was just as it should be, all of us together!<br />Dad was getting a little hungry and requested some food.<br />Dad: "I'm hungry"<br />Mary Beth: gives him some ham then says "Dad, EAT YOUR HAM"<br />(those of you familiar with Napolean Dynamite it's a familiar quote)<br />Allison and I thought it was pretty funny!<br />After his second helping of food, we decided to give dad his Easter basket so he could </div><div align="center">finish the meal off with some fine candy and chocolate! Everybody else got their Easter </div><div align="center">baskets too. We've continued the tradition of being together on holidays trying to be </div><div align="center">together at most of them, knowing that mom LOVED holidays. I think it's something we </div><div align="center">do without saying it. It's just a way to remember mom. I was surprised by how fast the </div><div align="center">time flew. We stayed there almost all afternoon. All of us were having fun playing </div><div align="center">around and laughing with/AT each other! Dad enjoyed just watching everything go on </div><div align="center">and eating a good ole' meal with all of us! I do have to say Dad had to endure Greg's </div><div align="center">story of his male massage therapist! I think Dad got a good laugh at Greg's expense! </div><div align="center"><br />For this day I am so thankful and it will be with me forever!<br />Christ is Risen.....He is Risen indeed!</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-2273661315085811722009-04-13T22:19:00.008-04:002009-05-03T21:12:31.779-04:00Happy Easter!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoMK-j5n0ka3grx4a7pELooTmgU7KbQguE0v5QJxkwaP04AH7grCS8PACxwYoFs3m5lKgrGCAf1fYXmXzpDTYKg_pIehWPCK8rpJdvVvn0ZQoVuv0PHHck8dVzYeKoRlcfXx3ENTJkTKo/s1600-h/Easter+201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331769868452406930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoMK-j5n0ka3grx4a7pELooTmgU7KbQguE0v5QJxkwaP04AH7grCS8PACxwYoFs3m5lKgrGCAf1fYXmXzpDTYKg_pIehWPCK8rpJdvVvn0ZQoVuv0PHHck8dVzYeKoRlcfXx3ENTJkTKo/s320/Easter+201.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our family<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhe-uRwuEuYUC-gSY4LKDSz6st0t-Eg-6sCqYoEwICWRChpS1DjFxIMw-JT9P_9TUPhhyphenhyphenb8vfBxhyphenhyphennjTnEOFsPK-D7kFxtraUQ0BNhPNoc1ZdPALojnZyoacadqXhjycvo4a8FbxE6UDS/s1600-h/Easter+315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768214188929042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhe-uRwuEuYUC-gSY4LKDSz6st0t-Eg-6sCqYoEwICWRChpS1DjFxIMw-JT9P_9TUPhhyphenhyphenb8vfBxhyphenhyphennjTnEOFsPK-D7kFxtraUQ0BNhPNoc1ZdPALojnZyoacadqXhjycvo4a8FbxE6UDS/s320/Easter+315.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nanny with me and Reese<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCSDlXeCDVpOM7gqRyI7v81ItsPLXRtV-iuX3S8i99hv6LPP_bCvphyqIKKE2PIQINVYHEHhLUCNOjeVwTxi44Wwlz8ojlXOvJEojyu_5X071UDQWauoKkujb_4_QKOOEKINBPKgEV2Bu/s1600-h/Easter+272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768217639500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCSDlXeCDVpOM7gqRyI7v81ItsPLXRtV-iuX3S8i99hv6LPP_bCvphyqIKKE2PIQINVYHEHhLUCNOjeVwTxi44Wwlz8ojlXOvJEojyu_5X071UDQWauoKkujb_4_QKOOEKINBPKgEV2Bu/s320/Easter+272.JPG" border="0" /></a>Give me a kiss!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0w_MAhZBQiybrPMXJnSPEtyU0Fb87ezXjjL8Own9udjtsIRWqwYrnj2QiIQ3npQqkF944CRUAHZivqia7Lq6Hs4wYI_gy7a6hOrdgbre3eIe7EBtQjvcDYTqZtlqIvrTIujSkw43KjrR/s1600-h/Easter+227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768211342931234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0w_MAhZBQiybrPMXJnSPEtyU0Fb87ezXjjL8Own9udjtsIRWqwYrnj2QiIQ3npQqkF944CRUAHZivqia7Lq6Hs4wYI_gy7a6hOrdgbre3eIe7EBtQjvcDYTqZtlqIvrTIujSkw43KjrR/s320/Easter+227.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My sisters!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUVlsaep-GYUidYJtehXHox-OWL9kGCzGPmoAemqvpt16xwPtHAiaBO7QlhksJ4Q5KeOuS4aLcuHpzppeDKcqDQsIP42q5ZjtgXvTk9mO6HFx5Zzl63fDf4gd0MDVE5IayC0QmH7MgSZj/s1600-h/Easter+258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767059921771858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUVlsaep-GYUidYJtehXHox-OWL9kGCzGPmoAemqvpt16xwPtHAiaBO7QlhksJ4Q5KeOuS4aLcuHpzppeDKcqDQsIP42q5ZjtgXvTk9mO6HFx5Zzl63fDf4gd0MDVE5IayC0QmH7MgSZj/s320/Easter+258.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hey Reese, can you an Uncle Will say "Ahhhh"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgSmeGJbaz4EPXqDyXJOXpN0fWnVXmpGaPK5m1T5IFdR5hY9DyDf44Fiur6crx88Hi7sQi4gW36KqBQT-0YpBSyY3qojC_P98JjHVVg351dP88-QSEj3vf4thbTx7RXAMsdFMJ79XWEYA/s1600-h/Easter+284.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767056311991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgSmeGJbaz4EPXqDyXJOXpN0fWnVXmpGaPK5m1T5IFdR5hY9DyDf44Fiur6crx88Hi7sQi4gW36KqBQT-0YpBSyY3qojC_P98JjHVVg351dP88-QSEj3vf4thbTx7RXAMsdFMJ79XWEYA/s320/Easter+284.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dylan showing her how to put eggs in a bucket!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmeYqe0zIyhMVKhD3UceLQTNcyqLu5k750Ic_RBDmbalPs2uvU8SV83Ag47EDFc2V2bJpkimkPdXy0Bk9JE0D6H29JT_iBUg-GWMC7g7Cn60-fY2swHObAyUxTpipoNvsBL_evv63UD_A/s1600-h/Easter+294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767051186835970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmeYqe0zIyhMVKhD3UceLQTNcyqLu5k750Ic_RBDmbalPs2uvU8SV83Ag47EDFc2V2bJpkimkPdXy0Bk9JE0D6H29JT_iBUg-GWMC7g7Cn60-fY2swHObAyUxTpipoNvsBL_evv63UD_A/s320/Easter+294.JPG" border="0" /></a>Can I eat these eggs?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguu738DmkXSptEJWoglr3hhsPhJUHoCIITYZAv2cs9ozlNuqgj6BhEc4XN5qrsZGV2ykD66_d3uZ3SQ2GnTyk2MB3LqwCO_re36KUuyWLUUv7v22yGNzZauFszSBJuiErCyymk09KbTKRk/s1600-h/Easter+256.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767048685010034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguu738DmkXSptEJWoglr3hhsPhJUHoCIITYZAv2cs9ozlNuqgj6BhEc4XN5qrsZGV2ykD66_d3uZ3SQ2GnTyk2MB3LqwCO_re36KUuyWLUUv7v22yGNzZauFszSBJuiErCyymk09KbTKRk/s320/Easter+256.JPG" border="0" /></a>Uncle Rhett and Aunt Allison...."Little Jacque say weeeee"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0B_bGq0-yLgWfR-SGA-5OxE1uxRc93AqxG7_C_R0Qcw9WLfn4g1Socxm53wO2Q3_5mn7ShBxwi5DdQFrhVjSHovk8333t9gUidJbHrD6GmiH9swOhVGNiPnsNDuOPcOBZCY6pDtQe0dg/s1600-h/Easter+249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767044042125554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0B_bGq0-yLgWfR-SGA-5OxE1uxRc93AqxG7_C_R0Qcw9WLfn4g1Socxm53wO2Q3_5mn7ShBxwi5DdQFrhVjSHovk8333t9gUidJbHrD6GmiH9swOhVGNiPnsNDuOPcOBZCY6pDtQe0dg/s320/Easter+249.JPG" border="0" /></a> Greg and Reese<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVVhwvBU_REG6bs9C_G-hK0R6GYqEg_yD-O6Y9we7YspYKvIlad5SG9ZhPruBEiuGhwjLc9WlKBox-SXnRFLDkoKFxn-MXbtu-yzMz8rEjgqS5_6QuGUcGEaQa59ktUjvD-wypvP3Npv6/s1600-h/Easter+233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331764147149606482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVVhwvBU_REG6bs9C_G-hK0R6GYqEg_yD-O6Y9we7YspYKvIlad5SG9ZhPruBEiuGhwjLc9WlKBox-SXnRFLDkoKFxn-MXbtu-yzMz8rEjgqS5_6QuGUcGEaQa59ktUjvD-wypvP3Npv6/s320/Easter+233.JPG" border="0" /></a>The boys playing basketball.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sukvEiRnFFiq1_FDx4WHumJ1SRd3-8lQ-cBxvFhygU_vkH9QjvmyNKwXD-LKofHcDMGEXpZ0h6MnVGKxl2xZJmQ0G3YmzqOO-n4suFB-e0qisTQF0Jtr3HKXMgEub5HHImCG0A7W526p/s1600-h/Easter+209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331764143752849458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sukvEiRnFFiq1_FDx4WHumJ1SRd3-8lQ-cBxvFhygU_vkH9QjvmyNKwXD-LKofHcDMGEXpZ0h6MnVGKxl2xZJmQ0G3YmzqOO-n4suFB-e0qisTQF0Jtr3HKXMgEub5HHImCG0A7W526p/s320/Easter+209.JPG" border="0" /></a>Little Reese<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxC9AiCrNkAJ4zVmH8fEExgD5a10zC7sV-BgpFwWm7qPUXHBjdOKPTBw07Z7kU8UEcbGBdGiX-g-zaVMvXmYG9ZpHg78-SVwVNhhgh5Hy4zOZVCsuwLLOGTAFA5Kll-dQsGnK0A4UGeT2/s1600-h/Easter+210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331764140845928626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxC9AiCrNkAJ4zVmH8fEExgD5a10zC7sV-BgpFwWm7qPUXHBjdOKPTBw07Z7kU8UEcbGBdGiX-g-zaVMvXmYG9ZpHg78-SVwVNhhgh5Hy4zOZVCsuwLLOGTAFA5Kll-dQsGnK0A4UGeT2/s320/Easter+210.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reese with her best friends.....Nanny and Emma<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8kwa7D6otSnWafpscgOL5TAGI5Yc4kF87Z5VtVbRxpBrRyMRE8L-2LrosYSJRTPFmXNaeqjnLjInguqdTu3M0SxOrqeQhUzI-DcxfpydqBjRIqZWZljCMf_yCmOxbmq8UZC9h7T73ENo/s1600-h/Easter+205.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331764136081286642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8kwa7D6otSnWafpscgOL5TAGI5Yc4kF87Z5VtVbRxpBrRyMRE8L-2LrosYSJRTPFmXNaeqjnLjInguqdTu3M0SxOrqeQhUzI-DcxfpydqBjRIqZWZljCMf_yCmOxbmq8UZC9h7T73ENo/s320/Easter+205.JPG" border="0" /></a>Reese giving Nanny a kiss.<br /><div><div align="center"> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-32539449483862933762009-04-08T20:25:00.004-04:002009-04-08T20:53:53.637-04:00Empathy.....something we have mastered!<div align="center">Empathy: the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, </div><div align="center">and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another </div><div align="center">of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience </div><div align="center">fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner . (as defined by webster)</div><br /><div align="center">Reese has this mastered. She feels so deeply for the other kids, she cries too!</div><div align="center"> Or maybe she is just scared and confused! I like to think she has mastered </div><div align="center">empathy but it's more likely the latter! </div><div align="center">This past weekend we were in Virgina visiting her friend Emily Ruth </div><div align="center">(actually, my friend since grade school - Lauren). Emily Ruth is a month </div><div align="center">older than Reese. They played to together very well but Reese spent a lot </div><div align="center">of the time crying. She cried when Emily Ruth cried and she cried when </div><div align="center">Emily Ruth would scream. I guess this shows that Reese was either scared or </div><div align="center">confused....or maybe both!!! But overall is was a great weekend. Reese and I</div><div align="center"> rode up to Virginia with Lauren's mother to surprise her for her 30th birthday.</div><div align="center"> We got to her house while they were on their way back from being out of town.</div><div align="center"> We decorated the house and stood in the dark waiting!! She opened the door....</div><div align="center">we turned on the lights....yelled HAPPY BIRTHDAY......she cried!!</div><div align="center"> Great birthday surprise.........I LOVE SURPRISES! </div><div align="center">It's amazing we have been friends for 25 years! </div><div align="center">We are starting Emily Ruth and Reese out early :) </div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-67990338373660893392009-04-01T14:35:00.003-04:002009-04-08T20:52:26.113-04:00A little bug!<div align="center">We have had our first experience with the stomach bug this week. </div><div align="center">Reese is 16 months old and this is the first time she has EVER t</div><div align="center">hrown up. I have been quite amazed that she never really spit up or </div><div align="center">threw up much as a baby. This little bug started Tuesday morning and </div><div align="center">hasn't been that bad. She got sick Tuesday morning but after she got sick</div><div align="center"> she seemed fine! All day she played around and seemed to enjoy herself </div><div align="center">but last night around 3 am she got sick again. So, now we are just trying</div><div align="center"> to "sleep" it off! Hopefully it will work! I do have to say that I hate that she is</div><div align="center"> sick but I LOVE how much she wants to cuddle with me and be with me! </div><div align="center">Hopefully this little bug will leave soon and all will be back to normal!</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-4925912908573360292009-03-08T21:35:00.006-04:002009-04-08T20:51:48.105-04:00Feeling the beat~!<div align="center">I've been noticing that over the past month that Reese has picked up on music. </div><div align="center">Towards the end of February we were driving along listening to her CD when </div><div align="center">I looked in the mirror and saw her clapping her hands. It took me a second to </div><div align="center">realize she was clapping her hands to the song, "If you are happy and you know it!"! </div><div align="center">She's been clapping for a little while but I was quite amazed she knew to clap </div><div align="center">when to song said to!<br /><br />This weekend while at the beach we were walking down the hall in our hotel when </div><div align="center">Reese stopped in the middle of the hall and started bouncing! They were playing </div><div align="center">music throughout the hotel and I guess the moment took over!!! So there we are, </div><div align="center">standing in the middle of the resort and she's bouncing to the music. A few couples </div><div align="center">thought it was pretty funny too! I did get tickled watching her "dance"! </div><div align="center">Ummm...I wonder, might I have a dancer one day???</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-46146230333663098752009-03-08T21:28:00.007-04:002009-04-08T20:50:38.632-04:00"I'm walkin' yes indeed, and I'm taklin' 'bout you and me"<div align="center">On the 25th of February, Reese turned 15 months old. Just a few days before then, </div><div align="center">actually on Valentine's weekend, Reese started walking. She has been moving </div><div align="center">about the den holding on to the furniture but was very leary of taking steps. But, I </div><div align="center">guess it was just something about the Valentine's day weekend that lead her to </div><div align="center">walking. I do remember the advice MANY mothers gave me.....</div><div align="center">"Don't teach her to walk!!!". WOW, it does change things once they can </div><div align="center">start walking! She is such a busy bee! Not only does she like to walk every where,</div><div align="center"> she LOVES to talk! Most of the time I have no idea what she is saying </div><div align="center">but there are a few occassions I catch a word or two! (Usually it's DADDY!)</div>The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-44480239651322051052008-12-01T15:32:00.003-05:002008-12-01T15:52:15.416-05:00A year ago!I can't believe it was a year ago that a "typical" doctors visit led to a hospital stay, which led to the birth of our sweet little girl! The whirlwind of those days, especially the day of the 25th, feels like just the other day, but to see her now, you would think it was years ago! I never knew how much you could love something/someone until she was born! As I look back, I am thankful that I was on so much medication after the C-section because it helped me to not realize I wasn't seeing my brand new baby girl! I wasn't able to see her until 20 hours after delivery! The thought of that now is devastating but the Lord knows how to comfort me when needed. Over the past year, I have thought many different times how wonderful "this" age is and each stage just seems to be getting sweeter and sweeter! I remember how much I just loved holding her in my arms as she slept all swaddled up in her blankets and then when she first started to smile and coo at me. And now as she babbles to me and calls out "maama", it amazes me daily the love that fills my heart! I often think how selfish I am because I want her all to myself all the time and can't even start to understand the selflessness of God! How He knew what suffering His son would undergo and still allowed all that to take place for me?!! I'm know I wouldn't be able to do that! I am just so thankful for this past year and all the amazing blessings the Lord has bestowed on us! Our sweet little 3 pound girl has grown and changed into this cute, lovable, personality-filled 17 pound one year old! Thank you Lord for what you have given to us and how you show us daily the blessings you pour out to us! So all that to say little Reese is now a year old - 17 pounds, almost walking and talking up a storm! The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687187000054781993.post-22353505338323212672008-11-09T22:18:00.003-05:002008-11-09T22:25:41.981-05:00My trick monkey!I'm not sure if other people feel the same way, but at times I feel like Reese is a trick monkey! I find myself constantly saying, "Reese say Mama, dada, bye=bye" or "Reese, wave bye, give me a kiss" and I expect her to perform! YEAH right! I know she can but I think she likes to make me look like the fool! I'm sure she thinks, "I bet I can get her to say that at least 50 times!!!" Much like the movie...Look who's talking~! How do I know she does this? OH, because as she is crawling toward the entertainment center she stops...looks back....smiles .....and then keeps going! I think I'm in control but she really knows who is in control! I wonder if it gets any different with kid number 3, 4, 5??!! I'll just try to remember that I don't have a trick monkey in the meantime!The Hudgenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08721242342267392890noreply@blogger.com0