<?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-7042195557341204163</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:13:20.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Haywoods:  Brent,  Laura,  &amp;  Jackson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5406060845046987713</id><published>2012-01-29T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:13:20.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months</title><content type='html'>Jackson, &lt;br /&gt;You turned seven months old on Friday, and I'm really wondering where all the time since June 27th has gone. &amp;nbsp;Over night, you have gone from a baby to an almost-toddler and it is so fun to watch the determination in your eyes. &amp;nbsp;Your little world has expanded and you're so curious. &amp;nbsp;The other night, I put you in the kitchen floor to play while I emptied the dishwasher, and Daddy's Gatorade was too cool for you to pass up. &amp;nbsp;You tried to pull up on it, but I had to stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still a good eater, and you take four bottles of formula (about 6-7 ounces each). &amp;nbsp;You're also eating three "meals" a day. &amp;nbsp;For breakfast you get cereal and fruit, then for lunch you have veggies, and then at night you get a little bit of pureed meat (which you're not exactly thrilled with), veggies, cereal, and sometimes 1\2 a tub of fruit. &amp;nbsp;You've tried the quick-disolving Baby Mums, but I'm not sure how much actually makes it into your mouth. &amp;nbsp;We have a cup that has handles on it, but you're really not interested in drinking out of. &amp;nbsp;The cold water feels good on your gums, so you just gnaw on the top. You've tried Turkey and Rice, Macaroni and Cheese, Chicken Noodle, Garden Veggies, Harvest Vegetables, Beef and Gravy, Chicken and Gravy, and Turkey and Gravy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be ready for big boy food before long, because you officially have four teeth. &amp;nbsp;The top two have broken through, so hopefully we'll be good to go for a little while on the teething front. &amp;nbsp;You're still just a cat napper, although it has evened out. &amp;nbsp;Because of our work schedule, you typically sleep from 7-8 a.m. and 5:30 - 6 p.m., and two 30-45 minute naps during the day. &amp;nbsp;By about 7:30, you'll take the last bottle of the day and then go fast asleep. &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah - and you're sleeping 10-12 hours now, so that REALLY makes mommy and daddy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're also wearing 9 month clothes, and I think it won't be long before I'm having to buy some 12 month pants for the length. &amp;nbsp;You're wearing a size 3 diaper, and not really wearing shoes yet still. &amp;nbsp;I figure that once you start cruising, we'll get you some new kicks. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure exactly how long you are or what you weigh, but we'll measure sometime this week. &amp;nbsp;I'm guessing around 17 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISHTCMcx5v4/TyNX09y7csI/AAAAAAAADcs/YxEtnBHZ1Dk/s1600/DSC00607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISHTCMcx5v4/TyNX09y7csI/AAAAAAAADcs/YxEtnBHZ1Dk/s400/DSC00607.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/-KlBfu4Y2huY/TyNX8vzB0aI/AAAAAAAADc0/t6Yr3hjHy0o/s1600/DSC00608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlBfu4Y2huY/TyNX8vzB0aI/AAAAAAAADc0/t6Yr3hjHy0o/s400/DSC00608.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;You look for both me and Daddy when asked, and believe me when I say your Daddy is smitten with you. &amp;nbsp;You are by far his best accomplishment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSvWBexJF3w/TyNYCOSfjeI/AAAAAAAADc8/4tBlvYcZKfk/s1600/DSC00610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSvWBexJF3w/TyNYCOSfjeI/AAAAAAAADc8/4tBlvYcZKfk/s400/DSC00610.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 can't imagine what life would be back without you two. &amp;nbsp;There would be no laughter and no fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g11nXz1qlbI/TyNYGokTZtI/AAAAAAAADdE/u4JImY3jMpk/s1600/DSC00612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g11nXz1qlbI/TyNYGokTZtI/AAAAAAAADdE/u4JImY3jMpk/s400/DSC00612.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;As far as your accomplishments, you are trying to clap your hands and you love patty cake. &amp;nbsp;Your favorite book is still Brown Bear, and the Sesame Street books I found in the dollar bin at Target. &amp;nbsp;If you aren't too hungry before bed, then we'll read four or five books and you will be so still and quiet listening to me. &amp;nbsp;I hope you always love to read.&amp;nbsp;&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/-awq1CkO0xxQ/TyNYOlu7oPI/AAAAAAAADdM/jUPQW-aatpE/s1600/DSC00615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awq1CkO0xxQ/TyNYOlu7oPI/AAAAAAAADdM/jUPQW-aatpE/s400/DSC00615.JPG" width="266" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgJnekZ7Hx8/TyNYXqi8TTI/AAAAAAAADdY/vjY7HVt-uSk/s1600/DSC00616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgJnekZ7Hx8/TyNYXqi8TTI/AAAAAAAADdY/vjY7HVt-uSk/s400/DSC00616.JPG" width="266" /&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/-PCJbh1b53EI/TyNYeBs9FBI/AAAAAAAADdg/I0WeJwKoqG4/s1600/DSC00617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCJbh1b53EI/TyNYeBs9FBI/AAAAAAAADdg/I0WeJwKoqG4/s400/DSC00617.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;In the past week, you have learned to put one leg in front of the other and crawl. &amp;nbsp;The first time I saw it was on Thursday night when I picked you up from school. &amp;nbsp;You had your back to me, and I called your name. &amp;nbsp;You turned around (from sitting up), and crawled right to me. &amp;nbsp;It was the best thing ever! &amp;nbsp;Most of your crawling tends to be so that you can get to something to stand up with. &amp;nbsp;The ottoman in the living room is one of your favorite things to play with right now, and I know if you had some leverage, you'd be on top of it. I have a feeling you will be a climber.&amp;nbsp;&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/-qPySyNENLRI/TyNYks0rWYI/AAAAAAAADdo/FlGih3R3mnk/s1600/DSC00618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPySyNENLRI/TyNYks0rWYI/AAAAAAAADdo/FlGih3R3mnk/s400/DSC00618.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;In your crib, you had started to pull on the bumper, but yesterday you figured out how to stand up. &amp;nbsp;So this afternoon we lowered the bed. &amp;nbsp;I honestly wasn't expecting to do it this soon, but you won't launch yourself over the side now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzUJUgngU_s/TyNYqnjmmiI/AAAAAAAADdw/XbcSnCW9rvY/s1600/DSC00619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzUJUgngU_s/TyNYqnjmmiI/AAAAAAAADdw/XbcSnCW9rvY/s400/DSC00619.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;See what I mean - you are SO proud of yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HLo8ZZEcU/TyNYwLQtPDI/AAAAAAAADd4/Dvh2iZ2gXM8/s1600/DSC00620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HLo8ZZEcU/TyNYwLQtPDI/AAAAAAAADd4/Dvh2iZ2gXM8/s400/DSC00620.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLCRba_LuxU/TyNY4XQihOI/AAAAAAAADeE/qxRfj0vCKvg/s1600/DSC00621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLCRba_LuxU/TyNY4XQihOI/AAAAAAAADeE/qxRfj0vCKvg/s400/DSC00621.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-zjbZ7HbaM/TyNZAQu_4FI/AAAAAAAADeM/y7pl05IS0eA/s1600/DSC00622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-zjbZ7HbaM/TyNZAQu_4FI/AAAAAAAADeM/y7pl05IS0eA/s400/DSC00622.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 love you Little Man!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvK-9Egia_s/TyNZC7LTjRI/AAAAAAAADeU/mji59gWzRoo/s1600/mommy+and+jackson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvK-9Egia_s/TyNZC7LTjRI/AAAAAAAADeU/mji59gWzRoo/s400/mommy+and+jackson.jpg" width="400" /&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/7042195557341204163-5406060845046987713?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5406060845046987713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5406060845046987713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5406060845046987713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5406060845046987713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISHTCMcx5v4/TyNX09y7csI/AAAAAAAADcs/YxEtnBHZ1Dk/s72-c/DSC00607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2228861730666037263</id><published>2012-01-23T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:33:09.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Direction</title><content type='html'>Apparently the little man is determined to grow up completely in one week. &amp;nbsp;I have not been too sad about each passing phase, but I will miss being able to put him in the floor and come back to him being in the same spot. &amp;nbsp;Now, we can't even leave him alone cause he will try to climb up on the ottoman. &amp;nbsp;Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our European bathtub had a "deep end", so I decided to sit him up and see how well he would do. &amp;nbsp;I think the word "swimingly" comes to mind. &amp;nbsp;He loves it, mainly because he can splash a lot more, which of course gets the bathroom and me all wet. He's also figured out that he can bit this toy butterfly and still splash. &amp;nbsp;Win win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx11Jn5cO98/Tx4h84f-cMI/AAAAAAAADcA/ikGQG_ojtq8/s1600/DSC00587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx11Jn5cO98/Tx4h84f-cMI/AAAAAAAADcA/ikGQG_ojtq8/s320/DSC00587.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We usually sing "Baby bumblebee" during bath time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqHuIXi7OFI/Tx4iB8WYEGI/AAAAAAAADcI/1sDrdt6KKWg/s1600/DSC00592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqHuIXi7OFI/Tx4iB8WYEGI/AAAAAAAADcI/1sDrdt6KKWg/s320/DSC00592.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;What a sweet boy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikGgbmzotF0/Tx4iGXo-j0I/AAAAAAAADcQ/y_4wElnwyRI/s1600/DSC00593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikGgbmzotF0/Tx4iGXo-j0I/AAAAAAAADcQ/y_4wElnwyRI/s320/DSC00593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 never get tired of this face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjLlywCQT18/Tx4iMutDH7I/AAAAAAAADcY/SZFTruqepyE/s1600/DSC00594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjLlywCQT18/Tx4iMutDH7I/AAAAAAAADcY/SZFTruqepyE/s320/DSC00594.JPG" width="320" /&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/-Bx8qjxFpPas/Tx4iS4DuOQI/AAAAAAAADcg/sxSalhc8Tb0/s1600/DSC00595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bx8qjxFpPas/Tx4iS4DuOQI/AAAAAAAADcg/sxSalhc8Tb0/s320/DSC00595.JPG" width="320" /&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/7042195557341204163-2228861730666037263?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2228861730666037263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2228861730666037263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2228861730666037263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2228861730666037263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-outlook-on-bath-time.html' title='A New Direction'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx11Jn5cO98/Tx4h84f-cMI/AAAAAAAADcA/ikGQG_ojtq8/s72-c/DSC00587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-4583511174453151103</id><published>2012-01-22T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:38:54.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fun Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Mimi and Pops came to Jackson's house on Friday because they haven't seen him since Christmas! &amp;nbsp;That was way too long! &amp;nbsp;They also let Brent and I go on a date Friday night, which is something we haven't done since the weekend before he was born. We went to Chili's in Jacksonville, and surprisingly we didn't talk much about the little man. (Except to say how cute he is and how lucky we are). We did have a really good time and was home by 9:30. &amp;nbsp;They said they had a great time while we were gone, and he went to be pretty easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up and started playing. &amp;nbsp;And oh boy was there a lot of it! &amp;nbsp;The little man is now very good at sitting up on his own, and has started going from his tummy to sitting up. &amp;nbsp;He wants to crawl, SO BAD, but as soon as he tries to move forward, his legs give out. &amp;nbsp;He has realized that he can grab on the carpet and pull himself forward, and he's doing a little bit of army crawling. &amp;nbsp;I think in a couple of weeks from now, he'll be on the move and then the game will be on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WS7738RsNQ/Txy95qxPzdI/AAAAAAAADaw/VciNYSZMI0U/s1600/DSC00573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WS7738RsNQ/Txy95qxPzdI/AAAAAAAADaw/VciNYSZMI0U/s320/DSC00573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't the point of having grandparents is having them give you things you're parents won't? &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure my Pa gave us candy before we were supposed to. &amp;nbsp;He didn't actually drink any of the Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper, but he was fascinated with the straw. &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/-gwFVnyNOAN8/Txy-BOMlcnI/AAAAAAAADa4/vxESemv0ewY/s1600/DSC00576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwFVnyNOAN8/Txy-BOMlcnI/AAAAAAAADa4/vxESemv0ewY/s320/DSC00576.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;It won't be long before he will be saying "Mimi, can you take me to Sonic?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2mr0AXCECs/Txy-Ihdy46I/AAAAAAAADbE/R1lG4RCcXsA/s1600/DSC00577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2mr0AXCECs/Txy-Ihdy46I/AAAAAAAADbE/R1lG4RCcXsA/s320/DSC00577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We played in the floor a lot, and he is also trying really hard to pull up. &amp;nbsp;We waited forever for him to rollover, and now he wants to crawl and pull up all at once. &amp;nbsp;I can also tell that he is going to have that "I can do it myself" personality. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K214IhDuP8k/Txy-QlLmbtI/AAAAAAAADbM/CYJWQXzrX-E/s1600/DSC00578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K214IhDuP8k/Txy-QlLmbtI/AAAAAAAADbM/CYJWQXzrX-E/s320/DSC00578.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 love reading to Jackson, and he really does listen and pay attention most of the time. Mimi always brings a new book to read, so our library is growing quickly.&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/-F41U3GQBjJU/Txy-XDv8RmI/AAAAAAAADbU/izdafNMH1aY/s1600/DSC00580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F41U3GQBjJU/Txy-XDv8RmI/AAAAAAAADbU/izdafNMH1aY/s320/DSC00580.JPG" width="320" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i81UTX8gjmc/Txy-daxJMwI/AAAAAAAADbg/hkP1V6G6V5s/s1600/DSC00581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i81UTX8gjmc/Txy-daxJMwI/AAAAAAAADbg/hkP1V6G6V5s/s320/DSC00581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He is also loves his Pops. &amp;nbsp;When they got here on Friday, he just studied both of them and tried to figure out who they are. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't long before he was grinning at them. &amp;nbsp;Also, anything that has buttons he wants to touch then taste. &amp;nbsp;For instance, Pops' iPhone. &amp;nbsp;ha!&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/-Lbo_6SlO3oY/Txy-jlfy5dI/AAAAAAAADbs/GzZ9iiUTvms/s1600/DSC00583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbo_6SlO3oY/Txy-jlfy5dI/AAAAAAAADbs/GzZ9iiUTvms/s320/DSC00583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He kinda looks like Pops here (I think he's starting to look more like me). And his hair is very light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMh7-xD3n00/Txy-qSI3AQI/AAAAAAAADb0/_b4rSkkRre0/s1600/DSC00586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMh7-xD3n00/Txy-qSI3AQI/AAAAAAAADb0/_b4rSkkRre0/s320/DSC00586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Saturday evening, Mimi and Pops went home and we enjoyed another Saturday night at home. &amp;nbsp;This morning we got up and went to church, and I swear that the Devil is really working on me on Sunday mornings. &amp;nbsp;I get so aggravated that we can't get it together to be on time, and spent the first 30 minutes of Sunday School trying to chill out and re-focus. &amp;nbsp;We had nursery duty during worship service, and ended up in Jackson's room. &amp;nbsp;There were 11 babies in there and 5 adults, and it was chaos! &amp;nbsp;If Jackson is full and happy, he plays with the other babies and with toys very easily. &amp;nbsp;But when he realizes that I'm there, he wants me to pick him up. &amp;nbsp; And of course he never takes a nap at church, so by the time we got in the car, he was out. &amp;nbsp;And he slept in his car seat for an hour and a half, so I know he was worn out! After nap time, he ate lunch (yes, we are now eating veggies mid-day), and went to Walmart for grocery shopping. &amp;nbsp;We usually go back to church on Sunday nights, but we were both worn out from nursery duty earlier, we stayed in. &amp;nbsp;I was so tired and my back was a little sore, plus I hadn't been with my little man at bath time the past two nights. &amp;nbsp;We needed a little family time before starting another work week.&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;Next week, we'll celebrate his 7-month birthday! I just can't believe we're on the downhill slide of his first year, and the older he gets, the more fun he becomes. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I would say that I "miss" those first few months, but I wouldn't have traded them for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-4583511174453151103?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4583511174453151103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=4583511174453151103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4583511174453151103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4583511174453151103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-fun-weekend.html' title='Another Fun Weekend!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WS7738RsNQ/Txy95qxPzdI/AAAAAAAADaw/VciNYSZMI0U/s72-c/DSC00573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-4810227895615118039</id><published>2012-01-16T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:11:04.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are having so much fun with this little man. I know this little stink is going to keep us on our toes (already is), and I can't imagine what it's going to be like when he starts talking. &amp;nbsp;If he's anything like his mama, he will be in trouble for smarting off. &amp;nbsp;(I know that's hard to believe). ha!&amp;nbsp;God has blessed us far beyond what we deserve, and for that we are eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oemR3d0xKQQ/TxTjEj2bAAI/AAAAAAAADZ4/5LC2yszUhBU/s1600/DSC00562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oemR3d0xKQQ/TxTjEj2bAAI/AAAAAAAADZ4/5LC2yszUhBU/s400/DSC00562.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you tell that he feels a lot better? &amp;nbsp;He's been such a happy baby lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDlDBZoigc4/TxTjKj_l5YI/AAAAAAAADaA/uN5xYTSJm44/s1600/DSC00563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDlDBZoigc4/TxTjKj_l5YI/AAAAAAAADaA/uN5xYTSJm44/s400/DSC00563.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure we will see this face a lot more. &amp;nbsp;He's like "Hey Mom, listen to this!" &amp;nbsp;I just love his little personality, and think he's going to be very outgoing, which is like both his dad and me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHgbn-DJ7Qk/TxTjV_mpuuI/AAAAAAAADaU/2zAJiCbH3pM/s1600/DSC00565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHgbn-DJ7Qk/TxTjV_mpuuI/AAAAAAAADaU/2zAJiCbH3pM/s400/DSC00565.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the sweet smile. Getting home from the day is my favorite time because we change clothes, laugh, play, and basically waller around the bed or floor. &amp;nbsp;Then it's eat, bath, books, and bed by 7:30. &amp;nbsp; I think his favorite book is "Brown Bear, Brown Bear." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2x32pCIL_k/TxTjQTvXK0I/AAAAAAAADaI/9SUYMeMEDx8/s1600/DSC00564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2x32pCIL_k/TxTjQTvXK0I/AAAAAAAADaI/9SUYMeMEDx8/s400/DSC00564.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here he is in the bath. &amp;nbsp;He's SO LONG! &amp;nbsp;When did he get so big? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoIOM8HNP6Y/TxTj-qNRT6I/AAAAAAAADac/ohCoH4vlKlM/s1600/DSCN2542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoIOM8HNP6Y/TxTj-qNRT6I/AAAAAAAADac/ohCoH4vlKlM/s400/DSCN2542.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just for fun, here he is trying out the bath back in September. &amp;nbsp;Four months ago! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7042195557341204163-4810227895615118039?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4810227895615118039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=4810227895615118039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4810227895615118039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4810227895615118039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oemR3d0xKQQ/TxTjEj2bAAI/AAAAAAAADZ4/5LC2yszUhBU/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8635465365257924623</id><published>2012-01-15T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:32:41.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Tooth!</title><content type='html'>Jackson's third tooth has finally broken through! &amp;nbsp;It's the top front left, and I know the right one will be close on its heels. &amp;nbsp;It's been bulging since Christmas, and was super sensitive. &amp;nbsp;He wouldn't even let me rub on it most of the time, and when I would he was just cry. &amp;nbsp;Poor baby. &amp;nbsp;And then on top of that, he had an ear infection, but as least the IB Profen that he had last week helped with the teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a good weekend at home, but I can definitely tell my little man feels so much better. &amp;nbsp;He has been so happy everywhere we go. &amp;nbsp;Even today at church as we were walking to the car, he was smiling and cheesing at everybody. &amp;nbsp;I seriously have a little Ronnie on my hands. &amp;nbsp;(Anyone who knows my dad, knows that my dad can work a room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to another busy, but healthy week! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8635465365257924623?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8635465365257924623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8635465365257924623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8635465365257924623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8635465365257924623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/third-tooth.html' title='Third Tooth!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5521876605717424659</id><published>2012-01-13T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:52:53.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a busy week!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad this week is coming to an end!&amp;nbsp; It's been full of new beginnings sprinkled with sickness, so we're all tired.&amp;nbsp; Brent started his new job at Dillards on Monday, and bless his heart, he's been sick and felt bad all week.&amp;nbsp; He's in a lot of training right now, so it's basically like all-day school, but he likes the people who are in his training group and his trainer.&amp;nbsp; In fact, she's invited all of the people in the group along with their families to her house for a Sunday, and I am so excited to go to a company function that I don't have to be in charge of!&amp;nbsp; whoo hoo!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the sickness part, it started back last Saturday with a cough that Jackson had.&amp;nbsp; It sounded a little chunky, but he acted like he felt fine. That night he woke up around 10 crying and he sounded hoarse.&amp;nbsp; I knew it was all of that drainage, and he definitely didn't feel good then.&amp;nbsp; So on Sunday we stayed home, and he did have some low-grade fever. The cough continued, but after staying home on Monday, he seemed to feel better.&amp;nbsp; He went to school Tuesday, but on Wednesday I called the doctor because his cough was sounding more raspy.&amp;nbsp; And after five days, it should have been gone if it was viral.&amp;nbsp; Jackson and I went to see Dr. Wilson yesterday morning and sure enough he has his first ear infection.&amp;nbsp; He didn't start pulling at his ears until Wednesday, so I know if we had gone to the doctor on Monday, the ear infection would have been there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, he seems to feel a lot better, and his coughing has reduced a lot, but his daddy and I now have some crud.&amp;nbsp; Brent got it earlier in the week and felt feverish, sore throat, etc.&amp;nbsp; He sounds hoarse and I can tell he doesnt' feel good.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I woke up with sinus pressure, so I knew what was coming.&amp;nbsp; Last night, I felt achy and had a lot of drainage, so I took a benedryl and went to bed.&amp;nbsp; In fact, all of us are taking Amoxil right now, and hopefully this crud will be gone by the time Monday rolls around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I must tell my vaporizer story.&amp;nbsp; I had this warm mist one that was super cheap and wasn't doing anything for Mr. J, so I went to Target and bought a new cool mist one.&amp;nbsp; That thing could moisturize the entire house!&amp;nbsp; In fact, I'm pretty sure his room was still moist when we got home yesterday afternoon. But that first night it ran, Jackson did not cough&amp;nbsp;much at all.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that I haven't taken any pictures of the little man in a few days.&amp;nbsp; It's so hard to do when it's a regular day, but here are some I've taken with my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz8NgJnRnFE/TxBJ11JPykI/AAAAAAAADZA/4jNjGjMPGkQ/s1600/IMG-20111228-00092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz8NgJnRnFE/TxBJ11JPykI/AAAAAAAADZA/4jNjGjMPGkQ/s400/IMG-20111228-00092.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right people.&amp;nbsp; Lock up your daughters!&amp;nbsp; ha!&amp;nbsp; I told Brent the other day that we will have all of these little girls swarming him in about 15 years, and then watch out for mama!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noqqTnniUsw/TxBJ7kySiGI/AAAAAAAADZI/aCyV13_iAX4/s1600/IMG-20111228-00093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noqqTnniUsw/TxBJ7kySiGI/AAAAAAAADZI/aCyV13_iAX4/s400/IMG-20111228-00093.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was his first time to sit in the buggy.&amp;nbsp; We went to Best Buy for a few minutes during the New Year's holiday, and he did so good.&amp;nbsp; He loves to look around, and I'm glad he's easier to transport in stores. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7aZh4KlyKg/TxBJ97U-mfI/AAAAAAAADZQ/oDgmaW85f94/s1600/IMG-20120104-00105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7aZh4KlyKg/TxBJ97U-mfI/AAAAAAAADZQ/oDgmaW85f94/s400/IMG-20120104-00105.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, he's always in constant motion when he's awake.&amp;nbsp; Apparently his daddy used to do the same thing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLT-SdzWtBM/TxBJ_PIcPwI/AAAAAAAADZY/EfvsJZnshXo/s1600/IMG-20120112-00115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLT-SdzWtBM/TxBJ_PIcPwI/AAAAAAAADZY/EfvsJZnshXo/s400/IMG-20120112-00115.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was us in the waiting room yesterday to see Dr. Wilson.&amp;nbsp; He was so cute in his hat (it was super cold yesterday), and you can also see that hand moving. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgDEVBA9bcQ/TxBKAj3TXlI/AAAAAAAADZg/uk4B7fhmX3M/s1600/IMG-20120113-00120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgDEVBA9bcQ/TxBKAj3TXlI/AAAAAAAADZg/uk4B7fhmX3M/s400/IMG-20120113-00120.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I'm getting ready in the mornings, I drag the exercaucer over by the bathroom so he can play.&amp;nbsp; He does pretty good and has the funniest face when I turn on my hair dryer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-5521876605717424659?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5521876605717424659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5521876605717424659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5521876605717424659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5521876605717424659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-busy-week.html' title='What a busy week!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz8NgJnRnFE/TxBJ11JPykI/AAAAAAAADZA/4jNjGjMPGkQ/s72-c/IMG-20111228-00092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2990873958636510571</id><published>2012-01-01T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:17:12.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Fireball</title><content type='html'>Brent finally learned how to make the famous Fireball this year, so we thought we'd try it out on New Year's Eve with some friends.  Unfortunately it was not very cold outside, and the flame was really hot (shocking, I know).  But the guys really enjoyed it, and the girls/babies enjoyed watching.  I kept laughing about how having babies has changed our social lives.  I can't believe that we made it to midnight to see the new year, but we did - also thanks to the neighbors who were shooting fireworks (better than they have at Pops on the River). &amp;nbsp;Luckily they stopped soon after midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlynyCqX534/TwDlXJTahWI/AAAAAAAADYQ/423Hkn_qodI/s1600/DSC00548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlynyCqX534/TwDlXJTahWI/AAAAAAAADYQ/423Hkn_qodI/s400/DSC00548.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson, me, Sarah, and Adam. &amp;nbsp;I say that the boys were friends before they were born. &amp;nbsp;Adam is about 6 weeks older than J, and they'll be running buddies before long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdJpdLcNXVA/TwDleV3NoUI/AAAAAAAADYY/GU9JzECB6yg/s1600/DSC00550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdJpdLcNXVA/TwDleV3NoUI/AAAAAAAADYY/GU9JzECB6yg/s400/DSC00550.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Jeremy's daughter Lucy Jewel was very entertaining to Jackson. &amp;nbsp;He just laughed and laughed at her!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsNUxu3a3Zc/TwDlmPcEYiI/AAAAAAAADYk/XdJ_KmAism4/s1600/DSC00557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jsNUxu3a3Zc/TwDlmPcEYiI/AAAAAAAADYk/XdJ_KmAism4/s400/DSC00557.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fireball is something you just can't believe until you see it. &amp;nbsp;I know that I didn't. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2SQtLGWTiw/TwDls-joWkI/AAAAAAAADYs/R8291_03p7Y/s1600/DSC00558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2SQtLGWTiw/TwDls-joWkI/AAAAAAAADYs/R8291_03p7Y/s400/DSC00558.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the newbies did good and we didn't catch anything on fire!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzoN8zw143U/TwDlztdfzXI/AAAAAAAADY0/Zlu-MmcHkB8/s1600/DSC00559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzoN8zw143U/TwDlztdfzXI/AAAAAAAADY0/Zlu-MmcHkB8/s400/DSC00559.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brent is carrying on this family tradition, and one day Jackson will do it. &amp;nbsp;(But not until he's about 10). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Today we've stayed in our PJs all day and napped and played. &amp;nbsp;This is random, but back when I was about 7 months pregnant, I fell at the community center and hurt my ankle. &amp;nbsp;Since then, it just hasn't been normal, and I've had trouble with it the past few days, so I felt like I needed to stay off of it as much as possible today to see if it will feel better tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I'm probably going to have to see a doctor about it next week. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and there will be no black-eyed peas at the Haywood house. &amp;nbsp;We don't like them and we're not superstitious, so that's that. &amp;nbsp;I'm not even sure what we're going to do for dinner, but whatever it is, we will thank the Lord for it and for His blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-2990873958636510571?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2990873958636510571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2990873958636510571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2990873958636510571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2990873958636510571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-fireball.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Fireball'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlynyCqX534/TwDlXJTahWI/AAAAAAAADYQ/423Hkn_qodI/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8651451474537991564</id><published>2011-12-31T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:59:30.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Month Stats</title><content type='html'>We saw Dr. Wilson on Thursday for Jackson's six-month check up. &amp;nbsp;He weighs 16 lbs, 1 oz, is 26 3\4 inches long, and his head is 17 inches around.&amp;nbsp;He is still in the 50 percentile in his stats, and as Pops says "The picture of health." &amp;nbsp;And for that we are very thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said it's time that he sleeps through the night, so we've started doing some sleep training this week. &amp;nbsp;The first night, we woke up about 4, and cried off and on for an hour, then slept until 8 that morning. &amp;nbsp;So basically that was 8 hours, but I knew it couldn't be that easy. &amp;nbsp;Last night, he ate a bottle and went to bed at 6:30. &amp;nbsp;We tried to feed him again at 10:30, but he wasn't having it, so we put him back down. &amp;nbsp;I think he cried from 3-4 this morning, and we decided that he'd been 10 hours and was really hungry. &amp;nbsp;So he ate and went back to sleep, only to wake up at 6 with a blow-out diaper. &amp;nbsp;Not sure how much he really slept from then until he got back up at 8. &amp;nbsp;So I felt like last night was a bust, and not sure how tonight will go either. &amp;nbsp;I think the key is a later bedtime, but when he doesn't take a nap in the afternoon, bedtime has to be earlier. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure it'll get a little easier once we start back going to school and have more of a regular routine, so I'm trying not to worry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that having a baby is a big science experiment, and the project continues!&amp;nbsp;All in all, I couldn't have asked for a more healthy child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8651451474537991564?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8651451474537991564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8651451474537991564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8651451474537991564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8651451474537991564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/six-month-stats.html' title='Six Month Stats'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-266660207706408603</id><published>2011-12-31T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:47:50.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, we headed down to Mimi and Pops house to celebrate Jackson's first Christmas. &amp;nbsp;We weren't opening presents with them until Monday with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Josh, so that gave us plenty of time to really celebrate the "Reason for the Season." &amp;nbsp;We played a lot with Mimi and Pops, and showed off our new skills (sitting up, pulling up on our knees), sang some Christmas carols, visited with our friends at FBC McGehee, and did some eating. It was a really good first Christmas for J, and I can't believe it went by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpSMFq437Cg/TvvibdnCUbI/AAAAAAAADTg/T3V4ilnGUek/s1600/DSC00322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpSMFq437Cg/TvvibdnCUbI/AAAAAAAADTg/T3V4ilnGUek/s320/DSC00322.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Jackson's stocking for Mimi's house. &amp;nbsp;We all have one with our name on it, and I need to get one for our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01HwPuwvfB0/Tvvij2wTPaI/AAAAAAAADTo/mxWCPzPMA84/s1600/DSC00323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01HwPuwvfB0/Tvvij2wTPaI/AAAAAAAADTo/mxWCPzPMA84/s320/DSC00323.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vtk39czdkU/Tvvir2qriMI/AAAAAAAADT0/pR1Cn0Rwjig/s1600/DSC00326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vtk39czdkU/Tvvir2qriMI/AAAAAAAADT0/pR1Cn0Rwjig/s320/DSC00326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Ma's on Christmas Eve, we had prime rib for lunch, and Brent was chosen to cut the meat. We've always had steak and shrimp, so it was a tasty lunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_7rzEW4kw0/TvvizRQrl5I/AAAAAAAADT8/nVuFMXsvIW8/s1600/DSC00328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_7rzEW4kw0/TvvizRQrl5I/AAAAAAAADT8/nVuFMXsvIW8/s320/DSC00328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my dad's brother, Sluggo, Jackson, and my dad. &amp;nbsp;Jackson really liked him &amp;nbsp;- I wonder if it's because he looks like his Pops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmRzOUjT1KA/Tvvi6W6FOSI/AAAAAAAADUE/jmgF19scPD4/s1600/DSC00329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmRzOUjT1KA/Tvvi6W6FOSI/AAAAAAAADUE/jmgF19scPD4/s320/DSC00329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Snooks and Jackson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwt7dh58IMU/TvvjBt45UUI/AAAAAAAADUM/C1sVZbij3J0/s1600/DSC00330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dwt7dh58IMU/TvvjBt45UUI/AAAAAAAADUM/C1sVZbij3J0/s320/DSC00330.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzJLzwcPF_s/TvvjIIkLX4I/AAAAAAAADUY/xycF88kKiJ4/s1600/DSC00333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzJLzwcPF_s/TvvjIIkLX4I/AAAAAAAADUY/xycF88kKiJ4/s320/DSC00333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is really nothing better than to see your child with your grandmother. &amp;nbsp;I only wish the grandparents who've passed on could have met him - they all would have been smitten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAtj_btRVIc/TvvjO5vSdOI/AAAAAAAADUg/le11ibHcAIU/s1600/DSC00338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAtj_btRVIc/TvvjO5vSdOI/AAAAAAAADUg/le11ibHcAIU/s320/DSC00338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did like opening presents, and was really interested in the paper and bows. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbvfIjscxug/TvvjVV11MxI/AAAAAAAADUo/E54K19c5mfM/s1600/DSC00342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbvfIjscxug/TvvjVV11MxI/AAAAAAAADUo/E54K19c5mfM/s320/DSC00342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFejygPixvw/Tvvjc_eydvI/AAAAAAAADUw/aAWg8hT8_rc/s1600/DSC00363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFejygPixvw/Tvvjc_eydvI/AAAAAAAADUw/aAWg8hT8_rc/s320/DSC00363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got a toy tool set from Ma and a toy butterfly from Reza and Sharon. &amp;nbsp;He also got an ornament and a toy octopus from Aunt Snooks, and a tree swing from Aunt Kay. &amp;nbsp;He definitely racked up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4c_tJvFe4U/Tvvjj3m6I3I/AAAAAAAADU8/61iJcm_1w-M/s1600/DSC00383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B4c_tJvFe4U/Tvvjj3m6I3I/AAAAAAAADU8/61iJcm_1w-M/s320/DSC00383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, Aunt Snooks, Uncle Sluggo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzoxEEhZEQc/Tvvjq6ldc0I/AAAAAAAADVE/FypmAVm5yho/s1600/DSC00385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzoxEEhZEQc/Tvvjq6ldc0I/AAAAAAAADVE/FypmAVm5yho/s320/DSC00385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my dad's siblings and first cousins. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7So87NPk7-0/Tvvjyu4gHQI/AAAAAAAADVU/7UP1smwAbnk/s1600/DSC00386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7So87NPk7-0/Tvvjyu4gHQI/AAAAAAAADVU/7UP1smwAbnk/s320/DSC00386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four generations!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svOxZaj-QsY/Tvvj6defG9I/AAAAAAAADVc/UMY0ucyU-7Y/s1600/DSC00393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svOxZaj-QsY/Tvvj6defG9I/AAAAAAAADVc/UMY0ucyU-7Y/s320/DSC00393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was lots of playing in the floor with Mimi and Pops!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxaHYAdbhk4/TvvkCkXG_tI/AAAAAAAADVk/qBqQIr7ayTU/s1600/DSC00400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxaHYAdbhk4/TvvkCkXG_tI/AAAAAAAADVk/qBqQIr7ayTU/s320/DSC00400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmK3yLPcZeg/TvvkImGeudI/AAAAAAAADVs/KNj6VmsfswY/s1600/DSC00404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmK3yLPcZeg/TvvkImGeudI/AAAAAAAADVs/KNj6VmsfswY/s320/DSC00404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really wasn't interested in the Christmas tree this year unless you put him right up next to it, then he wanted to touch. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure next year he'll be trying to yank it down. &amp;nbsp;But I'll worry about that then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkjSR4bXaYQ/TvvkP6J_ZhI/AAAAAAAADV4/nUJFmcGuQnc/s1600/DSC00410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkjSR4bXaYQ/TvvkP6J_ZhI/AAAAAAAADV4/nUJFmcGuQnc/s320/DSC00410.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson and Santa on Christmas day 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qfXkmd3_JQ/TvvkVTqkXtI/AAAAAAAADWA/cUCaFxosfk0/s1600/DSC00411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qfXkmd3_JQ/TvvkVTqkXtI/AAAAAAAADWA/cUCaFxosfk0/s320/DSC00411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQqTv1CAQfo/TvvkcW1nAiI/AAAAAAAADWI/52F9rjC26XM/s1600/DSC00413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQqTv1CAQfo/TvvkcW1nAiI/AAAAAAAADWI/52F9rjC26XM/s320/DSC00413.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nannie (my grandmother) and Jackson. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tN51JDc_Igw/Tvvkh4AffbI/AAAAAAAADWQ/AfuznhCJeYo/s1600/DSC00415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tN51JDc_Igw/Tvvkh4AffbI/AAAAAAAADWQ/AfuznhCJeYo/s320/DSC00415.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell they are crazy about each other? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-warUXBI7FpU/TvvkoMXzQzI/AAAAAAAADWc/xmzjG-XFA_w/s1600/DSC00419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-warUXBI7FpU/TvvkoMXzQzI/AAAAAAAADWc/xmzjG-XFA_w/s320/DSC00419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson's first Christmas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpNOQ1hvugk/TvvktBjkCjI/AAAAAAAADWk/ADilNs08jZk/s1600/DSC00420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpNOQ1hvugk/TvvktBjkCjI/AAAAAAAADWk/ADilNs08jZk/s320/DSC00420.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four generations again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ni97OW77XQg/Tvvk0SPU8zI/AAAAAAAADWs/lnC-I7K7ndI/s1600/DSC00440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ni97OW77XQg/Tvvk0SPU8zI/AAAAAAAADWs/lnC-I7K7ndI/s320/DSC00440.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came back to Cabot on Christmas night so we could go to Brent's mom's side of the family dinner. &amp;nbsp;We always have dinner then throw the famous Fireball, but this year I couldn't watch. &amp;nbsp;Jackson and I had to go home by 7 because he was sleepy and mama was worn out! Brent stayed and threw the fireball with his cousins, which I was glad he got to do. &amp;nbsp;(I enjoyed the quiet, alone time at home).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvwj4WqWfdk/Tvvk8Np1xKI/AAAAAAAADW0/p4G1Qjf2Fvk/s1600/DSC00448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvwj4WqWfdk/Tvvk8Np1xKI/AAAAAAAADW0/p4G1Qjf2Fvk/s320/DSC00448.JPG" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpoOELWvWTM/TvvlENuxZ5I/AAAAAAAADXE/GgRkmekclZ0/s1600/DSC00474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpoOELWvWTM/TvvlENuxZ5I/AAAAAAAADXE/GgRkmekclZ0/s320/DSC00474.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhFSwITuxvE/TvvlLWFWTiI/AAAAAAAADXM/1jybuKWREU0/s1600/DSC00477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhFSwITuxvE/TvvlLWFWTiI/AAAAAAAADXM/1jybuKWREU0/s320/DSC00477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday morning, we had company at our house! &amp;nbsp;Aunt Sarah, Uncle Josh, Mimi and Pops came to our house to have our Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Sarah and Josh spent Christmas weekend in Benton with his family, so it was fun to stretch out the Holiday over a few days. &amp;nbsp;Jackson LOVED Aunt Sarah. &amp;nbsp;She has a gift with kids - it's really amazing to watch. &amp;nbsp;She also looked around in his mouth, and he was totally cool with her doing that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFBBiyWnpOo/TvvlUu-eOeI/AAAAAAAADXU/rQ8r5VLuutY/s1600/DSC00480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFBBiyWnpOo/TvvlUu-eOeI/AAAAAAAADXU/rQ8r5VLuutY/s320/DSC00480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my family, we always have brunch on Christmas, so I prepared the traditional meal. &amp;nbsp;Breakfast casserole, cheese grits, cinnamon rolls, cheese danish (that mom made), and fruit. &amp;nbsp;Don't forget the egg nog, OJ, and coffee. &amp;nbsp;It was yummy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liKdzJ0Ntxg/Tvvlcpqyb6I/AAAAAAAADXg/QWB2-cST_jM/s1600/DSC00481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liKdzJ0Ntxg/Tvvlcpqyb6I/AAAAAAAADXg/QWB2-cST_jM/s320/DSC00481.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course the Mister had to be the center of attention &amp;nbsp;- literally, he was the center piece on the table. &amp;nbsp;He didn't stay like this for long though. ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPHWe5q8fZY/TvvlkBMse8I/AAAAAAAADXo/ufvkU8gC_2g/s1600/DSC00482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPHWe5q8fZY/TvvlkBMse8I/AAAAAAAADXo/ufvkU8gC_2g/s320/DSC00482.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We moved the ottoman out so that there would be enough room for the presents and for the J-Man to play. &amp;nbsp;We open one present at a time, and always say "What is it" (like Aunt Bethany did in Christmas Vacation). &amp;nbsp;Jackson got the most presents of course, but some of them were from Aunt Kelly, Gamma, and Grandpa Gary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjqAi5oQNEg/TvvltFLnQ1I/AAAAAAAADXw/j4W4TXBY4SY/s1600/DSC00485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjqAi5oQNEg/TvvltFLnQ1I/AAAAAAAADXw/j4W4TXBY4SY/s320/DSC00485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is it Mommy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8l4uJa-3eBw/Tvvlzy4oisI/AAAAAAAADX4/mk0JoJQb-GY/s1600/DSC00497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8l4uJa-3eBw/Tvvlzy4oisI/AAAAAAAADX4/mk0JoJQb-GY/s320/DSC00497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi got an iPad2!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp05rpuEND4/Tvvl9MO-dNI/AAAAAAAADYE/RAe71-LOgf0/s1600/DSC00506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp05rpuEND4/Tvvl9MO-dNI/AAAAAAAADYE/RAe71-LOgf0/s320/DSC00506.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Sarah and Uncle Josh brought Lyla and Max, but they had to stay out on the patio. &amp;nbsp;They were super cute in their jackets though, and I think they like Jackson too. &amp;nbsp;He just stared at them, and they licked their face. &amp;nbsp;Lyla was really excited and we think she remembers us from May when she stayed with us for a week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a great first Christmas for Jackson. &amp;nbsp;I've been off all this week, and we've had a busy one. &amp;nbsp;We had six month pictures made at Sears, a doctor check-up, hair-cuts for Mommy and Daddy, lunch with friends and family, and now we're getting ready to celebrate the New Year. &amp;nbsp;We are very blessed and thank God for all of those blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-266660207706408603?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/266660207706408603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=266660207706408603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/266660207706408603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/266660207706408603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/jacksons-first-christmas.html' title='Jackson&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpSMFq437Cg/TvvibdnCUbI/AAAAAAAADTg/T3V4ilnGUek/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2730466636328672301</id><published>2011-12-28T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:55:06.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Can Do!</title><content type='html'>That's right - Jackson can sit up all by himself now!  Of course we're always close by so that he doesn't clunk his head, but he's taken to it really quick. He wobbles some, but has learned to steady himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnckedz7CPo/TvooQhmpI2I/AAAAAAAADQo/HZfb5HRfuiE/s1600/DSC00302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnckedz7CPo/TvooQhmpI2I/AAAAAAAADQo/HZfb5HRfuiE/s400/DSC00302.JPG" width="266" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecuzpg2rOlI/TvooYJDmVvI/AAAAAAAADQw/NJkFDgclreI/s1600/DSC00303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecuzpg2rOlI/TvooYJDmVvI/AAAAAAAADQw/NJkFDgclreI/s400/DSC00303.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RG9GYrTsas/TvoosLO5xDI/AAAAAAAADRM/xtrqVkSc3fw/s400/DSC00306.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Why yes, I am hot stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hEmkytjyyw/TvooyhB4gSI/AAAAAAAADRU/AyqhYG-edWk/s1600/DSC00307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hEmkytjyyw/TvooyhB4gSI/AAAAAAAADRU/AyqhYG-edWk/s400/DSC00307.JPG" width="266" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJHkrGBvZB8/Tvoo4pPXX-I/AAAAAAAADRc/qia5FWmVAFc/s1600/DSC00308.JPG" 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FeSCgA8Nlo/TvopRquyr_I/AAAAAAAADSE/9VNPnzZsX6U/s400/DSC00312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Now if I can just get these legs to move while I'm up here, then I'll be gone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6_sdfFNPO4/TvopYY8eJfI/AAAAAAAADSQ/-o2Uqi3Ez1c/s1600/DSC00313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6_sdfFNPO4/TvopYY8eJfI/AAAAAAAADSQ/-o2Uqi3Ez1c/s400/DSC00313.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Look at me Pops!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXtQIDik9LY/TvopgCXUW5I/AAAAAAAADSY/wod-CXHj6wQ/s1600/DSC00314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HXtQIDik9LY/TvopgCXUW5I/AAAAAAAADSY/wod-CXHj6wQ/s400/DSC00314.JPG" width="400" /&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/7042195557341204163-2730466636328672301?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2730466636328672301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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for another bottle, and then that'll get you until 4-5 a.m. the next morning. &amp;nbsp;Over Christmas weekend you woke up every 4 hours and ate 8 ounces! &amp;nbsp;It must have been a growth spurt, so I'm expecting you to be over 16 pounds at Thursday's visit to see Dr. Wilson. &amp;nbsp;You are wearing mostly 9 month clothes, especially pants for the length. &amp;nbsp;I've had to retire all of your 6 month pants because they look like capri pants. ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still eating cereal, fruits, and veggies really good, and we're going to try some new things this week to see how you like it. &amp;nbsp;You still don't like green peas, but we laugh at the faces you make. &amp;nbsp;It's almost like you're gagging (not choking though). &amp;nbsp;I think the hardest part of this whole baby thing is figuring out schedules and feeding. &amp;nbsp;You mommy is a schedule person, and I've had to learn to go with the flow a little more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your personality, I think you're going to be a social butterfly, but only after you get warmed up. &amp;nbsp;Over Christmas you were in several new places, and you really studied everybody. &amp;nbsp;I could see the little wheels turning in your head trying to figure out who all of these people were. &amp;nbsp;But once you got going, you were all grins and smiles for everyone who talked to you (especially the pretty girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to tell you that after much prayer, your daddy has both found a new job and graduated from college! &amp;nbsp;He has been dedicated to finish school, and it will be something that he will have forever. &amp;nbsp;When we first met, he was going back to school, so we're looking forward to Daddy being around without having to check school work. &amp;nbsp;God has also blessed him with a new job in January. &amp;nbsp;He'll be working on computers at Dillards, and I know he's ready to meet new friends and show off your cute pictures! &amp;nbsp;He couldn't have done either of these without Our Almighty Father answering the prayers of our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, My Little Man, are the best thing that has ever happened to us. &amp;nbsp;Even after a long, exhausting day, when you're in your bed asleep and dad and I are watching TV in the quiet, we say how much we love you and couldn't imagine life without you. &amp;nbsp;I am reminded of the verse that I've prayed for you: &amp;nbsp;Ephesians 2:10 - For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." &amp;nbsp;We pray that as you get bigger that God will prepare us and help guide us so that we can point you to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you more than you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X94JkEKVhds/TvqA1L5S_uI/AAAAAAAADSk/SQgZA2fgJX8/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3117970639275121172</id><published>2011-12-24T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:00:37.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jackson</title><content type='html'>Dear Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your first Christmas! &amp;nbsp;I know you don't have a clue what's going on, but we are enjoying it just the same. &amp;nbsp;We had lunch at Ma's today and you were interested in your presents (and Mommy probably had more fun opening them than you did). &amp;nbsp;You got lots of cool stuff, played hard with your second cousins Jordyn and Cade, and smiled at all of your great-aunts and great-uncles. &amp;nbsp;Both of your great-grandmothers were there, and I want you to know what a blessing that is! &amp;nbsp;They love you o much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas Day and we'll go back to our house after church with Mimi and Pops. &amp;nbsp;We will have dinner with Daddy's side of the family and will throw the infamous Fireball. &amp;nbsp;And that night while everybody sleeps, Santa is going to make a special post-Christmas trip to your house. &amp;nbsp;But you know that Santa isn't the reason for the season. &amp;nbsp;It's Jesus. &amp;nbsp;You see, Jesus was born a long time ago, and he came to save us from our sins. &amp;nbsp;We celebrate his birth and thank God for sending him. &amp;nbsp;There's a reason why we always read Luke 2 before opening presents - it's because that story is way more important than any toy you could ever get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, you are the best gift Mommy and Daddy could have ever gotten. &amp;nbsp;You are my joy! &amp;nbsp;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mommy and Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-3117970639275121172?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3117970639275121172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3117970639275121172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3117970639275121172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3117970639275121172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-jackson.html' title='Dear Jackson'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3456526935684869481</id><published>2011-12-19T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:21:46.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend before Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Mimi and Pops came to see us and we all had a great time.&amp;nbsp; Jackson is really giggling a lot now, and we LOVE to hear it!&amp;nbsp; This lion really made him laugh, but only when Mimi was holding it.&amp;nbsp; I love seeing those teeth when he grins! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORwgzdvw4dE/Tu6p4Rlyx0I/AAAAAAAADOs/fHnHjdFnrhY/s1600/DSC00289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORwgzdvw4dE/Tu6p4Rlyx0I/AAAAAAAADOs/fHnHjdFnrhY/s400/DSC00289.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Sometimes when I'm getting ready and he's awake, I bring him in our room and put him in front of the mirror.&amp;nbsp; It's several minutes of pure entertainment for all of us, and I think Jackson really likes that baby in the mirror.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhmFgyz5x_M/Tu6qKsi8ygI/AAAAAAAADPI/HTOxJQNDbqI/s400/DSC00292.JPG" width="400px" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTVfXXrEP8A/Tu6qRGz40_I/AAAAAAAADPQ/vF6Da3tQkJo/s1600/DSC00293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTVfXXrEP8A/Tu6qRGz40_I/AAAAAAAADPQ/vF6Da3tQkJo/s400/DSC00293.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We had a mini-photo shoot last night before we went to church, and this is what we got.&amp;nbsp; He can sit up by himself for a few minutes, but wasn't interested due to all of the shiny things.&amp;nbsp; He hasn't really been interested in the tree, until I stuck him under it.&amp;nbsp; ha!&amp;nbsp; Daddy was hanging on to him and kept all of the bows out of his mouth (or tried to). &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/-yPv1QmDl1CU/Tu6qaUmR0vI/AAAAAAAADPY/po_PKvvYuYI/s1600/DSC00294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPv1QmDl1CU/Tu6qaUmR0vI/AAAAAAAADPY/po_PKvvYuYI/s400/DSC00294.JPG" width="400px" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_eKjZ4IAEo/Tu6qiIkunvI/AAAAAAAADPk/I2D2w9eu-gA/s1600/DSC00295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_eKjZ4IAEo/Tu6qiIkunvI/AAAAAAAADPk/I2D2w9eu-gA/s400/DSC00295.JPG" width="400px" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3hThYmpbE/Tu6qq0_XoeI/AAAAAAAADPs/LAqZfzXiEzk/s1600/DSC00296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar3hThYmpbE/Tu6qq0_XoeI/AAAAAAAADPs/LAqZfzXiEzk/s400/DSC00296.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This is the best Christmas present I could ever have asked for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ud0haGqC90/Tu6qzZvkn6I/AAAAAAAADP0/ukD9OvtZQd0/s1600/DSC00297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ud0haGqC90/Tu6qzZvkn6I/AAAAAAAADP0/ukD9OvtZQd0/s400/DSC00297.JPG" width="266px" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dyvVtL8opE/Tu6q6602fAI/AAAAAAAADP8/-ZTcHvNTuFc/s1600/DSC00298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dyvVtL8opE/Tu6q6602fAI/AAAAAAAADP8/-ZTcHvNTuFc/s400/DSC00298.JPG" width="266px" /&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/-EVDvD93EXZ4/Tu6rDhuzHiI/AAAAAAAADQI/B2QNBOMZNVs/s1600/DSC00299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVDvD93EXZ4/Tu6rDhuzHiI/AAAAAAAADQI/B2QNBOMZNVs/s400/DSC00299.JPG" width="400px" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5s88TranFxs/Tu6rMZmCS4I/AAAAAAAADQQ/YLnA8UO5ok8/s1600/DSC00300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5s88TranFxs/Tu6rMZmCS4I/AAAAAAAADQQ/YLnA8UO5ok8/s400/DSC00300.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And this is where things went south.&amp;nbsp; ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIALC3XGlyI/Tu6rUGSD8hI/AAAAAAAADQc/uIr8Z6M4wKE/s1600/DSC00301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIALC3XGlyI/Tu6rUGSD8hI/AAAAAAAADQc/uIr8Z6M4wKE/s400/DSC00301.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We are looking forward to a fun week-before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-3456526935684869481?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3456526935684869481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3456526935684869481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3456526935684869481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3456526935684869481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-before-christmas.html' title='Weekend before Christmas!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORwgzdvw4dE/Tu6p4Rlyx0I/AAAAAAAADOs/fHnHjdFnrhY/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3537597747712291992</id><published>2011-12-17T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:18:10.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Sis Reveal Party</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday night, Ginger opened her house to our girls group from church for a Secret Sis Reveal Party. &amp;nbsp;For the past year, we've each had a different girl and have showered them with prayers and small gifts. &amp;nbsp;I really enjoyed doing it and tried really hard to make her feel special, even though I was out of commission for a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had dinner and visited, and then exchanged one last present. &amp;nbsp;I went first and gave my present to Amanda Rowe, who was then to give her present to her secret sis. &amp;nbsp;Which just happened to be ME! &amp;nbsp;ha! &amp;nbsp;We live very close to each other, so for the past year, we have been sneaking presents to each other. &amp;nbsp;Brent almost caught her delivering my anniversary present, but she had recently had her hair colored, so that threw him off! &amp;nbsp;The present that she gave me was the book called "Heaven is for Real." &amp;nbsp;I had heard of the book, but hadn't read it yet. &amp;nbsp;I sat down the next afternoon and read it on just a few hours. &amp;nbsp;I boo-hoo'ed through the first part, then it was just amazing to hear about what this little boy saw in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some of the girls. Oh and out of this whole group, only one figured out who her sis was, and it's because she called the cops on her strange vehicle that was circling her street and then recognized her vehicle at church later. &amp;nbsp;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTZO3-udRAk/Tu1kTjTCibI/AAAAAAAADN8/LPJRPRst0-Q/s1600/DSC00273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTZO3-udRAk/Tu1kTjTCibI/AAAAAAAADN8/LPJRPRst0-Q/s400/DSC00273.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/-xVb7VWGBx_k/Tu1kaopn7UI/AAAAAAAADOE/NyWl72X9yJQ/s1600/DSC00275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVb7VWGBx_k/Tu1kaopn7UI/AAAAAAAADOE/NyWl72X9yJQ/s400/DSC00275.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And here is my sweet Secret Sis, Amanda!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dCUllO7UE4/Tu1khmWlT6I/AAAAAAAADOM/jaBdL1jT3b8/s1600/DSC00287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dCUllO7UE4/Tu1khmWlT6I/AAAAAAAADOM/jaBdL1jT3b8/s400/DSC00287.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 can't wait to see who my sis is for 2012!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-3537597747712291992?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3537597747712291992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3537597747712291992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3537597747712291992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3537597747712291992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/secret-sis-reveal-party.html' title='Secret Sis Reveal Party'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTZO3-udRAk/Tu1kTjTCibI/AAAAAAAADN8/LPJRPRst0-Q/s72-c/DSC00273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-779442310755307797</id><published>2011-12-15T22:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:31:59.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years</title><content type='html'>Four years ago today I married my best friend. &amp;nbsp;It's so cliche to say, but I honestly love him more today than I did in 2007. &amp;nbsp;We've gone through a lot, had a lot of fun and laughter, and now have the sweetest, brown-eyed boy in the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-590uPRI6RqU/Tu1r5VgAF3I/AAAAAAAADOc/51Hmq8G_B7I/s1600/b%2526l0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-590uPRI6RqU/Tu1r5VgAF3I/AAAAAAAADOc/51Hmq8G_B7I/s400/b%2526l0237.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_WMaRKJTAQ/Tu1r_kBoqaI/AAAAAAAADOk/wLpLCoiyICo/s1600/DSC00257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_WMaRKJTAQ/Tu1r_kBoqaI/AAAAAAAADOk/wLpLCoiyICo/s400/DSC00257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 love you, Brent! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-779442310755307797?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/779442310755307797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=779442310755307797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/779442310755307797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/779442310755307797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/four-years.html' title='Four Years'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-590uPRI6RqU/Tu1r5VgAF3I/AAAAAAAADOc/51Hmq8G_B7I/s72-c/b%2526l0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3899359393264779755</id><published>2011-12-07T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:17:18.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow and Christmas Decorations</title><content type='html'>Man, what a week we've had! &amp;nbsp;From Sunday night to Tuesday, we've been at home with Jackson, who had a little virus. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was teething, but the doctor confirmed that a virus was the culprit of the high fever. &amp;nbsp;He also got a fever rash - bless his heart. &amp;nbsp;We had to stay home Tuesday because he needed to be fever-free for 24 hours, so by this morning I was ready to get out of the house. &amp;nbsp;But when I woke up, this is what we saw outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT! &amp;nbsp;SNOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/-cwORuscj_zI/TuAjsU3AohI/AAAAAAAADMI/9QSElqobies/s1600/DSC00262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwORuscj_zI/TuAjsU3AohI/AAAAAAAADMI/9QSElqobies/s400/DSC00262.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyplrPXR1Zg/TuAj_FvF9ZI/AAAAAAAADMc/KJpMBI6AP0E/s1600/DSC00264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyplrPXR1Zg/TuAj_FvF9ZI/AAAAAAAADMc/KJpMBI6AP0E/s400/DSC00264.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/-Eh3sy0-dkqE/TuAkJeJ4h7I/AAAAAAAADMk/7CXExD6TeNA/s1600/DSC00265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh3sy0-dkqE/TuAkJeJ4h7I/AAAAAAAADMk/7CXExD6TeNA/s400/DSC00265.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_j7Xkqc5W8/TuAkuQirtoI/AAAAAAAADNA/UAakRl_9tG8/s1600/DSC00268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_j7Xkqc5W8/TuAkuQirtoI/AAAAAAAADNA/UAakRl_9tG8/s400/DSC00268.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it had started spitting snow before bed, and I tried to tell Brent that it was snowing, but he didn't believe me. &amp;nbsp;Well, he definitely believed me when he got up with Jackson! &amp;nbsp;ha! I waited until about 10:45 to head into work because I am NOT interested in getting stuck in traffic for two hours with this child who doesn't like his car seat. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention that I don't want to get into an accident with him in the car. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty to look at, but I had cabin fever and was ready to get out of the house. &amp;nbsp;Mama had to go to work! &amp;nbsp;Plus, I think we all needed some time away from each other. &amp;nbsp;ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Christmas is officially here at the Haywood House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My4hq_nz7RE/TuAppzzhRuI/AAAAAAAADNU/3gckRtcDsTw/s1600/DSC00253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My4hq_nz7RE/TuAppzzhRuI/AAAAAAAADNU/3gckRtcDsTw/s400/DSC00253.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's my "mantle" aka my piano. Isn't that baby sweet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKk2qJdrxvY/TuAp-NHh2jI/AAAAAAAADNc/WiQj3AFezr0/s1600/DSC00251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKk2qJdrxvY/TuAp-NHh2jI/AAAAAAAADNc/WiQj3AFezr0/s400/DSC00251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And another picture of J with Santa. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDuhmrLs22Y/TuArZSeCuPI/AAAAAAAADNo/6tkoYP5HJV4/s1600/DSC00255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDuhmrLs22Y/TuArZSeCuPI/AAAAAAAADNo/6tkoYP5HJV4/s400/DSC00255.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7042195557341204163-3899359393264779755?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3899359393264779755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3899359393264779755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3899359393264779755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3899359393264779755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-snow-and-christmas-decorations.html' title='First Snow and Christmas Decorations'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwORuscj_zI/TuAjsU3AohI/AAAAAAAADMI/9QSElqobies/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5109002880911558225</id><published>2011-12-04T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:58:26.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba Ba Ba Ba</title><content type='html'>This past week, I've noticed that Jackson has started saying a couple of consonant sounding words. &amp;nbsp;Mainly, "ba ba" and "ra ra". &amp;nbsp;Once he gets going, he really talks up a storm (wonder who he got that from). &amp;nbsp;His "ba" sounds like bye bye and Bubba, but we think he is really trying to say "bottle." &amp;nbsp;Because when he gets hungry, he starts saying "ba ba", and then he attacks the bottle once we give it to him. &amp;nbsp;Of course it may not be, but we like to think that's what he's saying. &amp;nbsp; We're working on "mama" and "dada", so we'll see what sounds come next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also getting more steady while sitting up. &amp;nbsp;He wobbles and you have to make sure he doesn't fall over, but he's holding his head and torso up a lot better. &amp;nbsp;I was rocking him tonight and just can't believe he's gotten this big. &amp;nbsp;I know it's only been 5 months, but where has the time gone! &amp;nbsp;It's so cliche, but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a rough day. &amp;nbsp;He was up off and on from about 5 a.m. this morning, and he didn't feel good during church today. &amp;nbsp;We probably would have stayed home, but we had to bring breakfast to Sunday School and had nursery duty during 2nd hour. &amp;nbsp;He acted fine before we left, but by the time we got home, he had a temperature of 102. &amp;nbsp;Poor baby! &amp;nbsp;You could tell he felt bad, so we got the tylenol out and called Pops. &amp;nbsp;An hour later, his temp was down, and after a nap and a bottle, he was almost back to his jolly self. &amp;nbsp;We'll be calling Dr. Wilson in the morning just to make sure, but I'm fairly certain that there is another tooth coming down. &amp;nbsp;I can't feel anything yet, but he's had all of the classic symptoms: &amp;nbsp;fever, drool everywhere, &amp;nbsp;chewing on everything, loose poops, and extreme fussiness. &amp;nbsp;This was exactly what he did when the first tooth came in, but the fever has me a little concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to tell this quick story before I go check on J. &amp;nbsp;Today Brent and I were in the 3-year old room, and it was wild let me tell you! &amp;nbsp;But we jumped right in and started playing. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure who had more fun playing legos, the little boys or the big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ix-axvflMk/TtxAZtBozbI/AAAAAAAADLw/jE5JJAKGDVM/s1600/IMG-20111204-00073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ix-axvflMk/TtxAZtBozbI/AAAAAAAADLw/jE5JJAKGDVM/s400/IMG-20111204-00073.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;It was also a good snapshot of what our life will involve in 2 1\2 years from now. &amp;nbsp;Legos, dinosaurs, sharing, and singing about Jesus. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-5109002880911558225?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5109002880911558225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5109002880911558225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5109002880911558225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5109002880911558225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/12/ba-ba-ba-ba.html' title='Ba Ba Ba Ba'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ix-axvflMk/TtxAZtBozbI/AAAAAAAADLw/jE5JJAKGDVM/s72-c/IMG-20111204-00073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2016719184138862551</id><published>2011-11-27T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:45:58.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months!</title><content type='html'>Dear Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 5 months old today! We spent the weekend at Mimi and Pops, and you were the life of the party! &amp;nbsp;Once you figured out where you were, you really smiled and talked with everybody, especially Aunt Sarah. You've recently started tearing up if you're unsure of your surroundings. &amp;nbsp;You're becoming very inquisitive, and you can see all of those questions on your face. &amp;nbsp;It's so fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, or Action Jackson as they call you at school, you have figured out that there is too much to be seen and done during the day to nap. &amp;nbsp;This past week, Mommy took off from work to spend time with you, and I am worn out from you not napping! &amp;nbsp;If you do happen to fall asleep without being made to, you will only sleep for about 30 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Then your eyes will pop open like "Hey what did I miss?" &amp;nbsp;You fought daytime sleep very hard, but I'm hoping going back to school will get you back on routine. A couple of times I just had to let you cry it out, and I hated to do it, but you really needed to sleep. &amp;nbsp;At night though, you are really good at going down between 6:30-7:30 p.m. We'll wake you up for a bottle between 10-11 p.m., and then you'll stay asleep until 5-6 a.m. &amp;nbsp;That's a pretty good stretch, and it sure does beat that every 3 hours a few months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of fussiness. &amp;nbsp;One reason you're sleep has been jacked up is because I think the next tooth is coming down. &amp;nbsp;There's been drool everywhere, refusing to eat all of your bottles, pulling at your ears, and of course chewing on anything you can get in your month. &amp;nbsp;Me, Mimi, and Aunt Sarah have tried to feel around in your mouth, but nothing is poking through yet. &amp;nbsp;(Aunt Sarah said you were the only kid who she wouldn't get mad at if you bit her, but hopefully you won't ever do that to her)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops said today that he didn't remember your mom (me) being as active as you are. &amp;nbsp;If you're awake, you're moving! &amp;nbsp;You can roll over from your back to tummy in a flash, and have just started to pull your knees up and put your butt in the air. &amp;nbsp;I think once you figure out how to push forward, you'll be gone! &amp;nbsp;This past weekend, you've rolled over onto your tummy and then get mad because you're there. &amp;nbsp;You can roll back to your back, but I guess you haven't realized that's what you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of mad. &amp;nbsp;Mister, I think you have a little bit of a temper. &amp;nbsp;When we're changing your clothes, you start grunting at me. &amp;nbsp;The first few times it was funny, but not so much now. &amp;nbsp;You've also started to pit a fit when I take something away out of your hands. &amp;nbsp;Also not funny, but I'm pretty sure you got it from me. &amp;nbsp;(Let Pops tell you about a Norris fit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started you on baby food this month, and you've tried squash, carrots, green beans, avacado, and green peas. &amp;nbsp;The last two I made myself and you were unsure of the taste, so we'll try them again soon. &amp;nbsp;But the other veggies you've eaten very well. &amp;nbsp;You're also on rice cereal every day, and have tried oatmeal. &amp;nbsp;I need to get a game plan for the next few weeks to see what else you can try. &amp;nbsp;I have no doubt that you and Daddy will be outside grilling before too long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Landon, you are such a joy to us. &amp;nbsp;I cannot imagine what we did without you around and I know you will be big far before I am ready for you to be. &amp;nbsp;I hope you know how much you are loved by everybody, but most of all, by us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcpe9BuT8tc/TtLl_t00QGI/AAAAAAAADH0/aGJewD7v5Cw/s1600/DSC00244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcpe9BuT8tc/TtLl_t00QGI/AAAAAAAADH0/aGJewD7v5Cw/s400/DSC00244.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my sweet boy when we got home today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oOdq2QvI9E/TtLmFv4gaMI/AAAAAAAADH8/3nNtKeBT_DM/s1600/DSC00245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oOdq2QvI9E/TtLmFv4gaMI/AAAAAAAADH8/3nNtKeBT_DM/s400/DSC00245.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, those are teeth on the bottom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIc1_uqYeYw/TtLmLwtnKrI/AAAAAAAADIE/RcUlIaaJBhU/s1600/DSC00246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIc1_uqYeYw/TtLmLwtnKrI/AAAAAAAADIE/RcUlIaaJBhU/s400/DSC00246.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--olCEvrawrg/TtLmSfH64PI/AAAAAAAADIM/cYiBp5SPTGk/s1600/DSC00247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--olCEvrawrg/TtLmSfH64PI/AAAAAAAADIM/cYiBp5SPTGk/s400/DSC00247.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hey Mr. Bear!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG-VDXFpeDM/TtLmZnFJ6EI/AAAAAAAADIU/UCEDrbirz34/s1600/DSC00248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XG-VDXFpeDM/TtLmZnFJ6EI/AAAAAAAADIU/UCEDrbirz34/s400/DSC00248.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he's finally longer than the bear. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-2016719184138862551?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2016719184138862551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2016719184138862551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2016719184138862551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2016719184138862551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-months.html' title='5 Months!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcpe9BuT8tc/TtLl_t00QGI/AAAAAAAADH0/aGJewD7v5Cw/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2363344814558823205</id><published>2011-11-22T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:16:42.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>We have lots to be thankful for this year. &amp;nbsp;A perfectly healthy baby boy, and... a daddy who has a job! Yesterday, Brent accepted a job in the IT department at Dillard's Corporate Offices starting in January. &amp;nbsp;I'm not going to lie - the last month has been stressful at our house. &amp;nbsp;We've had tears, arguments, and lots of prayers. &amp;nbsp;But ultimately, we knew that God would take care of us. &amp;nbsp;I've only had a few other times in my life where my faith was tested, and this was definitely one of those times. &amp;nbsp;But God is faithful and provided right when we needed it according to His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading in my Journey last night, the story covered this verse. &amp;nbsp;Why am I always amazed that the Word of God hits me right where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;We will not hide them from their descendants;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;we will tell the next generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;his power, and the wonders he has done. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Psalm 78:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this blog is also our family journal, I want to make sure Jackson has documented proof that God is active in our lives and answering the prayers of our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-2363344814558823205?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2363344814558823205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2363344814558823205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2363344814558823205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2363344814558823205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8820505148211765999</id><published>2011-11-21T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:34:21.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>It's Thanksgiving week, and we've been hanging out with Kelly and Caitlin since Friday night. &amp;nbsp;They got in late that night from Arizona, and the next morning, it was time for the cousins to meet. &amp;nbsp;She has been so good with him - wants to love on him and hold him a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vfpUGXpBgg/TssTLrfnTCI/AAAAAAAADGE/k9YoatUbQGE/s1600/DSC00146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vfpUGXpBgg/TssTLrfnTCI/AAAAAAAADGE/k9YoatUbQGE/s400/DSC00146.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSW_tbHiX10/TssTSNS2GjI/AAAAAAAADGM/AMrRSzDSR1M/s1600/DSC00147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSW_tbHiX10/TssTSNS2GjI/AAAAAAAADGM/AMrRSzDSR1M/s400/DSC00147.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson is mesmerized by Caitlin. &amp;nbsp;He loves to watch her, and then he'll just grin. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuwGqyLT2gc/TssTY9lMLUI/AAAAAAAADGU/f2wbSnkUPwE/s1600/DSC00152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuwGqyLT2gc/TssTY9lMLUI/AAAAAAAADGU/f2wbSnkUPwE/s400/DSC00152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Ha! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axvvM-N4rkY/TssTgNYFDnI/AAAAAAAADGc/qFQyTNISAl8/s1600/DSC00154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axvvM-N4rkY/TssTgNYFDnI/AAAAAAAADGc/qFQyTNISAl8/s400/DSC00154.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Both of the smiling - it's a miracle!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-zQ2DRm8gI/TssTmvCCszI/AAAAAAAADGk/Rfb8jfCngaI/s1600/DSC00155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-zQ2DRm8gI/TssTmvCCszI/AAAAAAAADGk/Rfb8jfCngaI/s400/DSC00155.JPG" width="265" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD5ca3g1BTQ/TssTtHWdaxI/AAAAAAAADGs/LmvLWZ4lrXk/s1600/DSC00157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD5ca3g1BTQ/TssTtHWdaxI/AAAAAAAADGs/LmvLWZ4lrXk/s400/DSC00157.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's my lil' man. &amp;nbsp;He's getting so big - he'll be 5 months next Sunday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOsUny1OK7c/TssTzf7pH1I/AAAAAAAADG0/h_WOy7Yisyk/s1600/DSC00159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOsUny1OK7c/TssTzf7pH1I/AAAAAAAADG0/h_WOy7Yisyk/s400/DSC00159.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Today Grandpa Gary and Dottie came over to see Jackson and Caitlin. &amp;nbsp;They live in West Memphis, and it is just near impossible for us to go over there with two kids (one who hates the car seat), so they met us at Dixie Cafe for lunch. &amp;nbsp;This is the first time they've met Jackson, and they couldn't get over how big he's gotten. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OU3X7Q4tkVw/TssT6fkB2jI/AAAAAAAADG8/Oe2NFZHLdqs/s1600/DSC00160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OU3X7Q4tkVw/TssT6fkB2jI/AAAAAAAADG8/Oe2NFZHLdqs/s400/DSC00160.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u72nAjx9Pg/TssUCLwQd5I/AAAAAAAADHE/u-8oFBtw9GM/s1600/DSC00162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1u72nAjx9Pg/TssUCLwQd5I/AAAAAAAADHE/u-8oFBtw9GM/s400/DSC00162.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/-uSLKg31HgII/TssUIuJzC9I/AAAAAAAADHM/FuZbwqq48w0/s1600/DSC00163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSLKg31HgII/TssUIuJzC9I/AAAAAAAADHM/FuZbwqq48w0/s400/DSC00163.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's Caitlin and Dot (Brent's step-mother).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sadEXUS5GC4/TssUQGK3WEI/AAAAAAAADHU/meajID6znu8/s1600/DSC00164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sadEXUS5GC4/TssUQGK3WEI/AAAAAAAADHU/meajID6znu8/s400/DSC00164.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;After lunch (and a melt-down from Jackson), we hung out on the back porch for a little while. &amp;nbsp;The weather has been really nasty, but it wasn't too bad to sit outside with a jacket and a heater on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqvnbyT9Al4/TssUYJl7ZBI/AAAAAAAADHc/RcKSBxhPCTE/s1600/DSC00170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqvnbyT9Al4/TssUYJl7ZBI/AAAAAAAADHc/RcKSBxhPCTE/s400/DSC00170.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSIIcUYfeCo/TssUf9A6lQI/AAAAAAAADHk/P1Ysoy-smKQ/s1600/DSC00173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSIIcUYfeCo/TssUf9A6lQI/AAAAAAAADHk/P1Ysoy-smKQ/s400/DSC00173.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Grandpa Gary and his two grandkids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4yZIIT6Oco/TssUnrF-8zI/AAAAAAAADHs/NUtytmo7t6k/s1600/DSC00174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4yZIIT6Oco/TssUnrF-8zI/AAAAAAAADHs/NUtytmo7t6k/s400/DSC00174.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Tomorrow I'm going to get my hair cut, and we'll probably go visit the Jump Zone to get some of that 4-year-old energy out! &amp;nbsp;Wednesday, we're going to get our pictures made in North Little Rock and then have some family time with cousin Whitney. &amp;nbsp;Of course, Thursday is Thanksgiving and we'll be going to &amp;nbsp;hang out with the extended family. &amp;nbsp;I've really enjoyed the time off, and looking forward to the next few days. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8820505148211765999?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8820505148211765999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8820505148211765999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8820505148211765999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8820505148211765999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vfpUGXpBgg/TssTLrfnTCI/AAAAAAAADGE/k9YoatUbQGE/s72-c/DSC00146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-6134153303597048023</id><published>2011-11-13T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:22:52.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Deer Season</title><content type='html'>My dad has always been a big hunter, and last weekend when he was at Fort Thompson's, he bought Jackson his first pair of camo overalls. &amp;nbsp;He's ready to go to the deer woods with Pops now! &amp;nbsp;They will be riding the 4-wheeler and hanging out in the deer stand before we know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7svMZVmu8o/Tr_RnPeJDsI/AAAAAAAADF8/aj8NyMaPq8c/s1600/DSC00124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7svMZVmu8o/Tr_RnPeJDsI/AAAAAAAADF8/aj8NyMaPq8c/s400/DSC00124.JPG" width="400" /&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/7042195557341204163-6134153303597048023?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6134153303597048023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=6134153303597048023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6134153303597048023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6134153303597048023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/ready-for-deer-season.html' title='Ready for Deer Season'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7svMZVmu8o/Tr_RnPeJDsI/AAAAAAAADF8/aj8NyMaPq8c/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3974796327131113963</id><published>2011-11-07T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:55:51.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Beans</title><content type='html'>We tried green beans tonight, and he seemed to like it. &amp;nbsp;I fed him a little bit of cereal, which he has been eating every night for a week now, and then we opened the green beans. &amp;nbsp;Ideally, I would like to make some of his baby food myself, but for now Gerber will do. &amp;nbsp;Honestly it didn't taste too bad, but it was a little runny, which is why it went everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy3LFI-Ehp4/TriHN76jxdI/AAAAAAAADFU/xAWvO5tNrpQ/s1600/DSC00068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy3LFI-Ehp4/TriHN76jxdI/AAAAAAAADFU/xAWvO5tNrpQ/s400/DSC00068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Hey mom - what's this green stuff?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ5wx4Gxy_M/TriHUhxzCrI/AAAAAAAADFc/oC2LVfKjXDs/s1600/DSC00069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ5wx4Gxy_M/TriHUhxzCrI/AAAAAAAADFc/oC2LVfKjXDs/s400/DSC00069.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 doesn't like green bean cream of wheat - yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uQ-SqCgHAY/TriHbC7G8jI/AAAAAAAADFk/LRK3FQGfApM/s1600/DSC00070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uQ-SqCgHAY/TriHbC7G8jI/AAAAAAAADFk/LRK3FQGfApM/s400/DSC00070.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/-NKvW4tTyn1U/TriHiiXZOaI/AAAAAAAADFs/LbhDd_S9vnM/s1600/DSC00071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKvW4tTyn1U/TriHiiXZOaI/AAAAAAAADFs/LbhDd_S9vnM/s400/DSC00071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This is a glimpse of how my day has gone. &amp;nbsp;He has been cranky, fussy, clingy, and snotty. &amp;nbsp;In fact, he fell asleep after bath time while Brent was rocking him. &amp;nbsp;So I laid him down, and he was fine for about 10 minutes, then he started up again. I went back in, and picked him up, and he settled down and closed his eyes. &amp;nbsp;But the second I put him down, he started crying. My instinct was telling me that he really needed to lay down, despite his crying. &amp;nbsp;well, he got M.A.D. We hated hearing him cry, but about 15 minutes later he had passed out and ultimately I know it's the best thing for him. &amp;nbsp;Plus, Mama was tired and needed a break!&amp;nbsp;&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/-blMYwhHzfdo/TriHpuJpn8I/AAAAAAAADF0/fguROPLchMI/s1600/DSC00072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blMYwhHzfdo/TriHpuJpn8I/AAAAAAAADF0/fguROPLchMI/s400/DSC00072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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'm praying tonight goes easier than the past few nights. &amp;nbsp;We may have to do some sleep training in the coming days. &amp;nbsp;He should be getting close to sleeping through the night, and it feels like we're going backwards. &amp;nbsp;We are so ready to sleep through the night again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-3974796327131113963?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3974796327131113963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3974796327131113963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3974796327131113963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3974796327131113963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/green-beans.html' title='Green Beans'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy3LFI-Ehp4/TriHN76jxdI/AAAAAAAADFU/xAWvO5tNrpQ/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1241682016240474658</id><published>2011-11-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:55:25.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday with Mimi and Pops</title><content type='html'>Today Mimi, Pops, and Nannie drove up to see Jackson for the day. &amp;nbsp;It had been over a month since they'd seen him in person, and that was just about three weeks too long. &amp;nbsp;We didn't do anything but hang around the house, but Jackson really enjoyed the extra attention. &amp;nbsp;Today was also Nannie's birthday, so we were glad to get to spend it with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8iAh-EwbpE/TrXj69d4gfI/AAAAAAAADDw/OEqNeu48R4Y/s1600/DSC00015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8iAh-EwbpE/TrXj69d4gfI/AAAAAAAADDw/OEqNeu48R4Y/s320/DSC00015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Hey - I think I remember you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFCb9zu-r7s/TrXkEJlsF_I/AAAAAAAADD4/7WJzr-dvAvw/s1600/DSC00016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFCb9zu-r7s/TrXkEJlsF_I/AAAAAAAADD4/7WJzr-dvAvw/s400/DSC00016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Pops - let's go ride the 4-wheeler!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp0L7em4PWc/TrXkMfpcBBI/AAAAAAAADEA/kFJRXvlPto0/s1600/DSC00018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp0L7em4PWc/TrXkMfpcBBI/AAAAAAAADEA/kFJRXvlPto0/s400/DSC00018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;What do you mean you ate all of my Halloween candy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cm_UAAZdSak/TrXkU2IuFaI/AAAAAAAADEI/6B08rUZdV10/s1600/DSC00019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cm_UAAZdSak/TrXkU2IuFaI/AAAAAAAADEI/6B08rUZdV10/s400/DSC00019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mimi's telling secrets to Jackson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1n-RNjYJvl4/TrXkdYqn-8I/AAAAAAAADEQ/cLm4yf7FO10/s1600/DSC00022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1n-RNjYJvl4/TrXkdYqn-8I/AAAAAAAADEQ/cLm4yf7FO10/s400/DSC00022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We finally got our future OBU Tiger shirt. &amp;nbsp;I think he'll be the Class of 2033. &amp;nbsp;Tell Coach Sharp and Coach Knight to be finding us an athletic scholarship to go along with our academic ones!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXZTwa6Ht58/TrXk8M5ZM-I/AAAAAAAADEY/Q5XZvD9a0Fo/s1600/DSC00026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXZTwa6Ht58/TrXk8M5ZM-I/AAAAAAAADEY/Q5XZvD9a0Fo/s400/DSC00026.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;It was a little cool on the patio, so we pulled up the hood. &amp;nbsp;I think his teeth were bothering him today, so he was a little cranky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kSob9X5v2Q/TrXlBM78DtI/AAAAAAAADEg/flrA-K6Yu7A/s1600/DSC00032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kSob9X5v2Q/TrXlBM78DtI/AAAAAAAADEg/flrA-K6Yu7A/s400/DSC00032.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This is the view from our back patio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZImq3PIvSU/TrXloBK9fBI/AAAAAAAADEo/TWuSbXfFPdA/s1600/DSC00034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZImq3PIvSU/TrXloBK9fBI/AAAAAAAADEo/TWuSbXfFPdA/s400/DSC00034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Panoramic shot of the back yard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzTkbL1WKgA/TrXl80UAmiI/AAAAAAAADE0/yAzeUid2098/s1600/DSC00035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzTkbL1WKgA/TrXl80UAmiI/AAAAAAAADE0/yAzeUid2098/s400/DSC00035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Jackson and Pops. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gn7Pi4kBaLg/TrXmC98FP0I/AAAAAAAADE8/RToYQ3Dbu-0/s1600/DSC00037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gn7Pi4kBaLg/TrXmC98FP0I/AAAAAAAADE8/RToYQ3Dbu-0/s400/DSC00037.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Wrestling in the floor with Pops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is SPP's Fall Family Picnic, so we will be heading to Maumelle Park in the morning to get set up. &amp;nbsp;I know lots of people will want to see Jackson, and I hope he feels a little better tomorrow than he did today. &amp;nbsp;Part of his problem today was that he has been hungry! &amp;nbsp;Right before bed he took an 8 ounce bottle of formula, and that was about an hour after he ate three tablespoons of ride cereal. &amp;nbsp;He must have a hollow leg! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1241682016240474658?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1241682016240474658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1241682016240474658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1241682016240474658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1241682016240474658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-with-mimi-and-pops.html' title='Saturday with Mimi and Pops'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8iAh-EwbpE/TrXj69d4gfI/AAAAAAAADDw/OEqNeu48R4Y/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5444428053410915045</id><published>2011-11-03T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:23:39.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was very excited for Halloween this year!&amp;nbsp; Monday morning, we got dressed in our costume and headed to the doctor for our check-up.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Wilson was dressed up as a witch, so it was pretty funny having a serious discussion about cereal while she was wearing an orange wig and a witch's hat. (LOVE her, BTW).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those mean shots, we went to school for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't take off the whole day, and I knew he would probably be sleepy that afternoon.&amp;nbsp; He gets lots of loving at school, so that makes me feel good.&amp;nbsp; Some of the other babies were dressed up too, but I think the little Skeleton was the cutest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osb4TK7SsHw/Tq9MUoJ0p_I/AAAAAAAADBY/G-M2n5nhD00/s1600/DSCN2740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osb4TK7SsHw/Tq9MUoJ0p_I/AAAAAAAADBY/G-M2n5nhD00/s320/DSCN2740.JPG" width="240px" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPau5LkA2qM/Tq9MX0Jq9hI/AAAAAAAADBg/HmOCSpcBVtw/s1600/DSCN2741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPau5LkA2qM/Tq9MX0Jq9hI/AAAAAAAADBg/HmOCSpcBVtw/s320/DSCN2741.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He was so happy this morning!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30BVejIljg4/Tq9MbCq3hwI/AAAAAAAADBo/tjzfskPGPi8/s1600/DSCN2742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30BVejIljg4/Tq9MbCq3hwI/AAAAAAAADBo/tjzfskPGPi8/s320/DSCN2742.JPG" width="240px" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzZx3qKAagE/Tq9MeQ3twbI/AAAAAAAADBw/DzcEt85ii5Q/s1600/DSCN2743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzZx3qKAagE/Tq9MeQ3twbI/AAAAAAAADBw/DzcEt85ii5Q/s320/DSCN2743.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;After work, I went to Target and grabbed some candy and then went to pick up the Skeleton.&amp;nbsp; We had gotten invited to a few parties that evening, but I knew with the shots, Jackson would need to go to bed early.&amp;nbsp; He was so cranky when we got home, and I could tell he didn't feel good.&amp;nbsp; So we got some Tylenol, a bottle, and a quick nap, and he finally quit crying.&amp;nbsp; I was excited to pass out candy this year, but the kids didn't start arriving until about 7 p.m. and it was only about an hour of steady trick-or-treating.&amp;nbsp; We all bundled up and sat outside in the drive way to pass out the candy.&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;This was the Skeleton after his bottle.&amp;nbsp; He was quite content once that Tylenol kicked in, and even sat outside with us for a little while. In this picture, he was noticing the candy corn and bats on his shirt. ha! Thanks Gamma for sending us these cute PJs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGqcXKl68Y4/Tq9Mh-SahbI/AAAAAAAADB4/-PFJqMdoXIY/s1600/DSCN2744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGqcXKl68Y4/Tq9Mh-SahbI/AAAAAAAADB4/-PFJqMdoXIY/s320/DSCN2744.JPG" width="240px" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5U0n8mBKRSA/Tq9MmzsLb3I/AAAAAAAADCA/bmfCbWgiZBQ/s1600/DSCN2745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5U0n8mBKRSA/Tq9MmzsLb3I/AAAAAAAADCA/bmfCbWgiZBQ/s320/DSCN2745.JPG" width="240px" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92rd6vQS21Y/Tq9MubhSigI/AAAAAAAADCI/IetQnovqCGw/s1600/DSCN2746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92rd6vQS21Y/Tq9MubhSigI/AAAAAAAADCI/IetQnovqCGw/s320/DSCN2746.JPG" width="320px" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBjMC4Hu16c/Tq9M1TJ0cXI/AAAAAAAADCQ/N5JmdHjgrFA/s1600/DSCN2747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBjMC4Hu16c/Tq9M1TJ0cXI/AAAAAAAADCQ/N5JmdHjgrFA/s320/DSCN2747.JPG" width="320px" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNzd8w0Y1Y4/Tq9M5X_RO2I/AAAAAAAADCY/Zs9hBZ0md5Y/s1600/DSCN2748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNzd8w0Y1Y4/Tq9M5X_RO2I/AAAAAAAADCY/Zs9hBZ0md5Y/s320/DSCN2748.JPG" width="240px" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mqhkqRNdFI/Tq9M9HiTxCI/AAAAAAAADCg/Jl6AP8F3Veg/s1600/DSCN2749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mqhkqRNdFI/Tq9M9HiTxCI/AAAAAAAADCg/Jl6AP8F3Veg/s320/DSCN2749.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Of course Daddy has to be silly!&amp;nbsp; We bought J a fleece taboggan, and it's still a little big, but it covers his ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3hSG2SnhAk/Tq9NEuaD-6I/AAAAAAAADCo/Cq5Crtb5-J8/s1600/DSCN2750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3hSG2SnhAk/Tq9NEuaD-6I/AAAAAAAADCo/Cq5Crtb5-J8/s320/DSCN2750.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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'm gonna knock you out! Mama says knock you out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBTe8RfVgY8/Tq9NM05LAPI/AAAAAAAADCw/qA94Li2Mf-U/s1600/DSCN2751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBTe8RfVgY8/Tq9NM05LAPI/AAAAAAAADCw/qA94Li2Mf-U/s320/DSCN2751.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We did not take him around "trick or treating" this year, but I'm sure next year we will have to start making the rounds to a few houses.&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;Oh and another update on a milestone for Mr. J.&amp;nbsp; He has started rolling over all the way!&amp;nbsp; He's finally figured out how to get that arm out from under him, but the problem is that he's doing it at night.&amp;nbsp; So he's waking himself up on his tummy and can't figure out how to get back over.&amp;nbsp; It'd be very amusing if it didn't happen at 3 a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-5444428053410915045?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5444428053410915045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5444428053410915045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5444428053410915045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5444428053410915045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osb4TK7SsHw/Tq9MUoJ0p_I/AAAAAAAADBY/G-M2n5nhD00/s72-c/DSCN2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3277227183840222956</id><published>2011-11-01T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:14:35.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Dear Jackson, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are four months old!&amp;nbsp; One-third of the year has gone and I can hardly believe it.&amp;nbsp; It's so cliche, but truly where does the time go?&amp;nbsp; Oh wait.&amp;nbsp;It disappears at 3 a.m. when you're hungry.&amp;nbsp; Your personality is really starting to shine and I absolutely love your eyes and smile.&amp;nbsp; Your daddy and I always say after you go to bed, "That little boy is cute, isn't he."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor yesterday for your check up and shots, and you weighed 14 pounds and were 25 1\8 inches long.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Wilson said you looked great and you're right on track with all of your development milestones.&amp;nbsp; You can roll from your stomach to your back pretty good now, and almost have rolling from your back to stomach down.&amp;nbsp; If only that dang arm would cooperate with you!&amp;nbsp; You are holding your head up when you're on your stomach, and you really prefer to sit up and look around.&amp;nbsp; I see that you will be nosey just like your mama, which isn't always a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days, you have really started studying people who aren't around you often.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday, Monkey came to visit and she got you up from your nap.&amp;nbsp; You just stared at her, and then started to cry, which is a first.&amp;nbsp; But once she started talking to you, that smile appeared and all was well with the world.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of crying, we had our first attempt at "cry-it-out" on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; It was about 3 p.m. and you were so sleepy.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time you enjoy being rocked, but this particular time you would have no part of it.&amp;nbsp; So I put you in your crib, and you got MAD.&amp;nbsp; But here's the deal, son.&amp;nbsp; I'm the mommy, so I get to make the rules right now.&amp;nbsp; You cried for about 15 minutes, and I was determined to not let you win.&amp;nbsp; (Daddy was gone, and he might have caved).&amp;nbsp; After that 15 minutes, you calmed down and went to sleep.&amp;nbsp; It was a small victory, but I know that it will help you in the long run.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months we've given you rice cereal off and on, and for the most part you like it.&amp;nbsp; In fact, one evening, you almost took the spoon out of my hand and fed yourself!&amp;nbsp; (Not really, but you ate every bite that I&amp;nbsp;fixed).&amp;nbsp; Last night, we tried it again, and you did the same thing.&amp;nbsp; In a couple of weeks, we're going to start trying some fruits and vegetables.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see your reaction to that!&amp;nbsp; I feel like you're ready for something a little more filling, and I know you're ready to use those two new teeth that are coming in.&amp;nbsp; (Yes, the 2nd bottom tooth has started poking through).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also starting to talk more, and of course it is the cutest thing we've ever heard.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend when your teeth were coming in, you were screeching very loudly.&amp;nbsp; It hurt my ears, so I know something was bothering you.&amp;nbsp; Every morning when I get you up, I always say "Good morning Mommy.&amp;nbsp; I love you Mommy."&amp;nbsp; Daddy says that I'm just priming you to make your first words be "mama", but I also say it with Daddy too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, we just love you more than you'll ever know.&amp;nbsp; Right now, we're having the best time with you, but I also want you to know that we're going through a faith-building moment.&amp;nbsp; Daddy doesn't have a job right now, and we don't know what God has in store for us, but we have assurance that God will take care of us.&amp;nbsp; He has done it before, and He will continue to do it again.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't make it any easier, but we are anxiously awaiting the right job to come along.&amp;nbsp; 2 Corinthians 2:9 says "No one has ever seen or heard anything like this, never so much as imagined anything quite like this, what God has imagined for those who love Him."&amp;nbsp; So when that perfect job for Daddy comes along, we're going to be sure to let you know Who sent it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AcrFHCuKac/Tq9OmwvO9GI/AAAAAAAADDA/xkYTSTmeg8o/s1600/DSCN2734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AcrFHCuKac/Tq9OmwvO9GI/AAAAAAAADDA/xkYTSTmeg8o/s400/DSCN2734.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;10-27-11. The sticker has become interesting, and he tries to eat it before the photo shoot is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;And a look back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7-1-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7h_JPShlk/Tq9PW110voI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-9jx9xZ0MQg/s1600/DSCN2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qz7h_JPShlk/Tq9PW110voI/AAAAAAAADDQ/-9jx9xZ0MQg/s400/DSCN2265.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;7/27/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z27sLY5E5wU/Tq9PbjY0-SI/AAAAAAAADDY/ohj9cJp5otk/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z27sLY5E5wU/Tq9PbjY0-SI/AAAAAAAADDY/ohj9cJp5otk/s400/DSCN2374.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;8/27/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suq0Y4PLZKA/Tq9PhJCVe8I/AAAAAAAADDg/J8yt9N5lw7w/s1600/DSCN2497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suq0Y4PLZKA/Tq9PhJCVe8I/AAAAAAAADDg/J8yt9N5lw7w/s400/DSCN2497.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;9/27/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz2BdKS5nFo/Tq9Pl12M63I/AAAAAAAADDo/vXDOgO8qh2c/s1600/DSCN2585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz2BdKS5nFo/Tq9Pl12M63I/AAAAAAAADDo/vXDOgO8qh2c/s400/DSCN2585.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7042195557341204163-3277227183840222956?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3277227183840222956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3277227183840222956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3277227183840222956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3277227183840222956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/11/four-months-old.html' title='Four Months Old!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AcrFHCuKac/Tq9OmwvO9GI/AAAAAAAADDA/xkYTSTmeg8o/s72-c/DSCN2734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8452387480294586039</id><published>2011-10-30T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:09:58.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Do I Look Like?</title><content type='html'>When Jackson was born, everybody said he was a good mix of Brent and myself. But as he's gotten bigger, there's no denying that he is a little Brent. &amp;nbsp;It's those dark, puppy dog eyes, but I still have some tiny hope that he does look like me just a little. &amp;nbsp;I really do love that he looks like his daddy, and I just love his sweet smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that he has Norris hands/feet, and he has my hair color. &amp;nbsp;Oh and I think he's going to have my dramatic personality, so that will be fun later. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out for yourself... here's his daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72n4b7XeweM/Tq3tUilIWbI/AAAAAAAADA4/qFKsfRfxItE/s1600/Brent+-+1+yr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72n4b7XeweM/Tq3tUilIWbI/AAAAAAAADA4/qFKsfRfxItE/s400/Brent+-+1+yr.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the little man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiyvOhIUUfc/Tq3toF6iv8I/AAAAAAAADBA/WQxmBvJZNwQ/s1600/DSCN2714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiyvOhIUUfc/Tq3toF6iv8I/AAAAAAAADBA/WQxmBvJZNwQ/s400/DSCN2714.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And here's his mommy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBtYjp3rb9I/Tq3t2rt3-QI/AAAAAAAADBI/94qxzDhvd6M/s1600/img018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBtYjp3rb9I/Tq3t2rt3-QI/AAAAAAAADBI/94qxzDhvd6M/s400/img018.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;So what do you think? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8452387480294586039?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8452387480294586039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8452387480294586039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8452387480294586039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8452387480294586039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-do-i-look-like.html' title='Who Do I Look Like?'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72n4b7XeweM/Tq3tUilIWbI/AAAAAAAADA4/qFKsfRfxItE/s72-c/Brent+-+1+yr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8507767091626219078</id><published>2011-10-24T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:44:21.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Tooth!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend (also my b-day weekend) was spent at home trying to figure out what was wrong with my usually happy baby. &amp;nbsp;He's had drainage/cold symptoms since last week, but it's not like him to not take all of his bottle at feeding time. &amp;nbsp;He was also doing more than usual spit-up, and was SSSSOOOOO fussy. &amp;nbsp;Oh and last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday he didn't sleep any at school. &amp;nbsp;He's not a good day napper, but he will sleep some at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we got up and I just could tell that he didn't feel good. &amp;nbsp;We stayed home from church, and hung out around the house and tried to figure out what was wrong. &amp;nbsp;By Sunday night, I was thinking he for sure had an ear infection because he was totally out of sorts and didn't even go to bed like usual. &amp;nbsp;He just wanted to snuggle with me, and then he would cry about every 15 minutes. &amp;nbsp;We looked in his mouth, and there was a little white spot on his bottom gums that I knew was a tooth trying to come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as it turns out, as we were driving to the doctor this morning, I felt the jagged edge of that little tooth poking through. &amp;nbsp;We still went to see Dr. Wilson because I wanted to rule out an ear infection, and luckily he has great ears. &amp;nbsp;She thinks he's finishing up a little cold, and the rest of the aggravation is from the tooth. &amp;nbsp;She also said to watch out because the other bottom tooth will be right behind it, so it looks like we're in a long ride with this teething thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Jackson! (Which is also how he was at the doctor's office).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJM2Sv0Y7vw/TqYMocNIkaI/AAAAAAAAC4c/s036YtwsyyY/s1600/DSCN2719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJM2Sv0Y7vw/TqYMocNIkaI/AAAAAAAAC4c/s036YtwsyyY/s400/DSCN2719.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irritated Jackson. &amp;nbsp;(Which is how he's been most of the last two days at home).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqohOyNadmg/TqYMv79oAHI/AAAAAAAAC4k/kGvmpze6PMA/s1600/DSCN2720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqohOyNadmg/TqYMv79oAHI/AAAAAAAAC4k/kGvmpze6PMA/s400/DSCN2720.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4OC7nt5Ktk/TqYM2hQWRMI/AAAAAAAAC4s/U3Irjqp9Kbw/s1600/DSCN2723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4OC7nt5Ktk/TqYM2hQWRMI/AAAAAAAAC4s/U3Irjqp9Kbw/s400/DSCN2723.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Annoyed Jackson. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzF2JSd3lv0/TqYM9ad5AgI/AAAAAAAAC40/R_XiTvUMmoQ/s1600/DSCN2725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzF2JSd3lv0/TqYM9ad5AgI/AAAAAAAAC40/R_XiTvUMmoQ/s400/DSCN2725.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 get tickled thinking about this picture. &amp;nbsp;Since he's gotten bigger, I've recognized this face as him being annoyed. &amp;nbsp;Apparently being born was also annoying to him. ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23NeeNxfSWo/TqYSuEReXEI/AAAAAAAAC5U/sCOYuNz6CA0/s1600/IMG_1158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23NeeNxfSWo/TqYSuEReXEI/AAAAAAAAC5U/sCOYuNz6CA0/s320/IMG_1158.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously mom - could you stop taking pictures and wipe the drool off of my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUzob7ZrkrQ/TqYNMGu6P-I/AAAAAAAAC5E/AIwgNm5H7uM/s1600/DSCN2727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUzob7ZrkrQ/TqYNMGu6P-I/AAAAAAAAC5E/AIwgNm5H7uM/s400/DSCN2727.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He didn't nap much this afternoon, and after a short walk in the Bjorn, it was time for a bath. &amp;nbsp;He enjoyed his warm bath so much that he fell asleep. &amp;nbsp;I really REALLY hated to wake him up, but obviously we couldn't have napped in the tub. &amp;nbsp;He got his jammies on and then totally freaked out. &amp;nbsp;Brent finally got him to go to sleep, and after another bottle, he's down for the count. &amp;nbsp;&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/-z2WvFpJLVxM/TqYNTuXNxUI/AAAAAAAAC5M/n3whHn3ozD0/s1600/DSCN2729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2WvFpJLVxM/TqYNTuXNxUI/AAAAAAAAC5M/n3whHn3ozD0/s400/DSCN2729.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 just hate that he doesn't feel good and that he can't tell me what hurts. &amp;nbsp;I'm also a little sad that the days of seeing that gummy smile are numbered. But I'm trying hard to be happy for the new beginnings, not sad for the endings. &amp;nbsp; It's a reality I must face - my baby is growing up!&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8507767091626219078?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8507767091626219078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8507767091626219078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8507767091626219078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8507767091626219078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-have-tooth.html' title='We Have a Tooth!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJM2Sv0Y7vw/TqYMocNIkaI/AAAAAAAAC4c/s036YtwsyyY/s72-c/DSCN2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1370870087486376691</id><published>2011-10-21T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:02:12.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Month Pictures</title><content type='html'>These pictures were made at Sears on September 30, 2011, and I loved the way they turned out.&amp;nbsp; We'll be going back there for future sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7R2SeHsis/TpzfkR2U-YI/AAAAAAAAC3s/WvO7NTpAchw/s1600/img015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7R2SeHsis/TpzfkR2U-YI/AAAAAAAAC3s/WvO7NTpAchw/s400/img015.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spitting.image.of.his.daddy. Even the eyebrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLQcaYNu7IU/Tpzfo3mZkZI/AAAAAAAAC30/wCzQ_L8EkoE/s1600/img016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HLQcaYNu7IU/Tpzfo3mZkZI/AAAAAAAAC30/wCzQ_L8EkoE/s400/img016.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This outfit was smocked by my mom, and he looked so precious in it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2yc4jS4GEY/Tpzfw4gvEII/AAAAAAAAC38/FEDMS4zlhao/s1600/img017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2yc4jS4GEY/Tpzfw4gvEII/AAAAAAAAC38/FEDMS4zlhao/s400/img017.jpg" width="283px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Yes, he's a poser.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4UTe1b8Lo/Tpzf48YHIzI/AAAAAAAAC4E/ASh2OsGjkvM/s1600/img018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TV4UTe1b8Lo/Tpzf48YHIzI/AAAAAAAAC4E/ASh2OsGjkvM/s400/img018.jpg" width="282px" /&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/-gVze--LnIWw/Tpzf9Xx8hYI/AAAAAAAAC4M/dy_5IeFKaok/s1600/img019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVze--LnIWw/Tpzf9Xx8hYI/AAAAAAAAC4M/dy_5IeFKaok/s400/img019.jpg" width="280px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Can't believe he's almost 4 months old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1370870087486376691?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1370870087486376691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1370870087486376691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1370870087486376691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1370870087486376691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-month-pictures.html' title='Three Month Pictures'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7R2SeHsis/TpzfkR2U-YI/AAAAAAAAC3s/WvO7NTpAchw/s72-c/img015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2172083935750353328</id><published>2011-10-18T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:56:12.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, we met up with the Cross family at the Schaffers-Collins Pumpkin Patch in Mayflower for a play date.&amp;nbsp; It was a very fun experience, but a little warm for a "fall" outing.&amp;nbsp; I had Jackson in his cute Ghost outfit, and I know I was more excited about the trip than he was.&amp;nbsp; This was the first time that we got to hang out with Terri, Bracy and Lila since J was born, and it was so fun to have the babies together.&amp;nbsp; Terri is a college friend and former roommate of mine, and both of our husbands get along great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLYkMUKK2ig/TpzZZJtZxII/AAAAAAAAC2c/z8zFlT3nVdU/s1600/DSCN2677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLYkMUKK2ig/TpzZZJtZxII/AAAAAAAAC2c/z8zFlT3nVdU/s400/DSCN2677.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's Farmer Jackson with Miss Lila.&amp;nbsp; Oh the things we'll do for a photo opportunity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYb7B7IScNQ/TpzZ15rY9AI/AAAAAAAAC2k/I0b9pcOJHyU/s1600/DSCN2679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYb7B7IScNQ/TpzZ15rY9AI/AAAAAAAAC2k/I0b9pcOJHyU/s400/DSCN2679.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mommy and Jackson.&amp;nbsp; I can't get this kid to look towards the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoPpRhcvoIs/TpzZ9kwjVPI/AAAAAAAAC2s/pJfT30qx7ik/s1600/DSCN2681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoPpRhcvoIs/TpzZ9kwjVPI/AAAAAAAAC2s/pJfT30qx7ik/s400/DSCN2681.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We waited in line for the hayride for about 30 minutes, and J decided it was a good time to nap.&amp;nbsp; I do like the Bjorn, but it was really warm.&amp;nbsp; And being the awesome mother that I am, I totally didn't think about the sun that day.&amp;nbsp; Can you say Baby's First Sunburn?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We will be finding Jackson a hat and some sunscreen before our next sunny-day outing.&amp;nbsp; I tried to shield him the best I could -I even put one of Lila's bib's on his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgoJ4ZDomQg/TpzaFCXfcaI/AAAAAAAAC20/EeOiZdFe138/s1600/DSCN2683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EgoJ4ZDomQg/TpzaFCXfcaI/AAAAAAAAC20/EeOiZdFe138/s400/DSCN2683.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The pumpkin patch....someone should have told that guy to bend at the knees. ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbCmMYrhMU8/TpzaMc-kTWI/AAAAAAAAC28/w1midrieZ6E/s1600/DSCN2684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cbCmMYrhMU8/TpzaMc-kTWI/AAAAAAAAC28/w1midrieZ6E/s400/DSCN2684.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-VZ2hlC0iEEw/TpzaSqG0OeI/AAAAAAAAC3E/RSGpVU4PwH8/s1600/DSCN2694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ2hlC0iEEw/TpzaSqG0OeI/AAAAAAAAC3E/RSGpVU4PwH8/s400/DSCN2694.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Right before this was taken, Lila reached over and grabbed Jackson's paci and it was going towards her mouth.&amp;nbsp; Lila is 8 months old, and was much more aware of Jackson than he was of her.&amp;nbsp; She is the cutest thing and such a pretty baby.&amp;nbsp; It has been a joy to go through this motherhood experience with a lot of my close friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivqQv1Z9vfo/TpzaaeAIlGI/AAAAAAAAC3M/6K9qdttLCkg/s1600/DSCN2697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivqQv1Z9vfo/TpzaaeAIlGI/AAAAAAAAC3M/6K9qdttLCkg/s400/DSCN2697.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We were on the downhill slide of the outing, and just had to stop for one more photo.&amp;nbsp; Lila is sitting up really well.&amp;nbsp; Jackson, not so much.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't get both of them to look up at the camera because that hay was so interesting to pick and look at.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_eTEz0frw/TpzcccYp3MI/AAAAAAAAC3k/dh7kHysL0yg/s1600/DSCN2698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_eTEz0frw/TpzcccYp3MI/AAAAAAAAC3k/dh7kHysL0yg/s400/DSCN2698.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;My son is gangsta leaning here. He's like "Whatever Mom. This is lame." ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02NUulBsBoU/TpzbIJN1zGI/AAAAAAAAC3U/5zCLD60aOeM/s1600/DSCN2702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02NUulBsBoU/TpzbIJN1zGI/AAAAAAAAC3U/5zCLD60aOeM/s320/DSCN2702.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 tried to prop him up here, but again, he wouldn't look up or smile. He looks so sad here - ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPzWhmaR43o/TpzbTQcEe-I/AAAAAAAAC3c/XswgIO7HSO0/s1600/DSCN2705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPzWhmaR43o/TpzbTQcEe-I/AAAAAAAAC3c/XswgIO7HSO0/s320/DSCN2705.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Afterwards, we drove to Maumelle and had a fun lunch.&amp;nbsp; The food and company were great, but I was worn out by the time we left.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say both L and J had blowouts and needed wardrobe changes.&amp;nbsp; Terri and I spent about 15 minutes in the women's bathroom getting them cleaned up.&amp;nbsp; Oh how times have changed.&amp;nbsp; And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-2172083935750353328?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2172083935750353328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2172083935750353328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2172083935750353328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2172083935750353328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLYkMUKK2ig/TpzZZJtZxII/AAAAAAAAC2c/z8zFlT3nVdU/s72-c/DSCN2677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8973152414790559943</id><published>2011-10-14T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:03:09.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Door Closes</title><content type='html'>God opens a window. &amp;nbsp;Today was Brent's last day at Alltel/Verizon. &amp;nbsp;It's very bittersweet because it wasn't in our plans, but we are confident that God is in control of this situation. &amp;nbsp;I have been very reassured that He is working on a specific job for Brent, and when that job comes our way, we will be sure to give God the glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for our family as we make our way through this unknown territory. &amp;nbsp;We've seen it numerous ways in the past, and God will continue to provide and take care of us throughout this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8973152414790559943?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8973152414790559943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8973152414790559943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8973152414790559943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8973152414790559943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-door-closes.html' title='When a Door Closes'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8101085656056535780</id><published>2011-10-13T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:11:47.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>These are some random pictures from the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; We laid Jackson in the floor to play, and he fell asleep holding the toy with the paci on his chest.&amp;nbsp; It was so funny!&amp;nbsp; He's still not a great napper during the day, so when he does pass out like this we leave him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc965AB27aI/To5Y1Hs8GVI/AAAAAAAAC1g/sMQUPuY3sN4/s1600/DSCN2581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc965AB27aI/To5Y1Hs8GVI/AAAAAAAAC1g/sMQUPuY3sN4/s400/DSCN2581.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 got his big picture framed, and for our little house, it is really big.&amp;nbsp; Originally I thought it would look good in the bedroom, but Brent said no to that.&amp;nbsp; He said it was like Jackson was staring at us! ha!&amp;nbsp; So I did some rearranging and put it on top of the piano, and I really like it there.&amp;nbsp; This frame doesn't have hangers on the back, but once I get some put on, we'll probably hang it on the wall.&amp;nbsp; I hope one day to live in a bigger house, so that's why I went ahead and got the big print. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ortMO8wcMRY/To5Y7PS-jKI/AAAAAAAAC1k/v7wmTzT8UgU/s1600/DSCN2582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ortMO8wcMRY/To5Y7PS-jKI/AAAAAAAAC1k/v7wmTzT8UgU/s400/DSCN2582.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 felt like Jackson was ready to try some cereal to see if maybe it would help him sleep through the night.&amp;nbsp; It only did for one night, so I decided to wait to talk to the doctor in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to give it a try though.&amp;nbsp; He really did fine with it, so it won't be long now before we start doing it every 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/-EWf3QUI7eBw/To5ZAxYSHmI/AAAAAAAAC1o/-a7pKI2-oYI/s1600/DSCN2603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWf3QUI7eBw/To5ZAxYSHmI/AAAAAAAAC1o/-a7pKI2-oYI/s400/DSCN2603.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We spent last weekend at home, and he had some time in the bumbo.&amp;nbsp; He still can't straight up very well, so he doesn't really like to be left in it for long.&amp;nbsp; But he will watch the TV if it's on, and he especially likes it when football is on.&amp;nbsp; This was for Uncle Josh - he's got another football watching buddy now! &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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFZZLz3z9DE/TpT6DrcCe2I/AAAAAAAAC2M/kGE801spoAo/s1600/DSCN2636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFZZLz3z9DE/TpT6DrcCe2I/AAAAAAAAC2M/kGE801spoAo/s400/DSCN2636.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;See - he just kinda slumps over and then gets mad.&amp;nbsp; He's also not to far away from discovering his feet, and from the way he arches his back, it won't be long before he rolls over back to front.&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday morning was very special.&amp;nbsp; Brent and I took Jackson in front of our church and promised to raise him in a Christ-centered home.&amp;nbsp; There were 9 babies dedicated during the 10:30 service, and all were boys except one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBHWAbIK2Gk/TpI9GJRQOHI/AAAAAAAAC1w/PDPRVLm3nQs/s1600/DSCN2647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBHWAbIK2Gk/TpI9GJRQOHI/AAAAAAAAC1w/PDPRVLm3nQs/s320/DSCN2647.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mimi and Pops got to come to the service.&amp;nbsp; Jackson's like "Hey! What are ya'll doing here?"&amp;nbsp; He is starting to recognize them, which is fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; We were all hanging out in the hallway before the service, and Mimi had Jackson, who just passed smooth out.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like a grandma's touch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MwYrs32Svws/TpI9MCbOPjI/AAAAAAAAC10/M9OuOkYv_FY/s1600/DSCN2656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MwYrs32Svws/TpI9MCbOPjI/AAAAAAAAC10/M9OuOkYv_FY/s320/DSCN2656.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 know.&amp;nbsp; He looks just like Brent. He looked a little like me when he was first born, but not now.&amp;nbsp; That little boy face is starting to appear, and it's all Haywood/Gardner right there.&amp;nbsp; (Brent really favors his mom's brother, Uncle Wyn, and Pap). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y6aCukv9pM/TpI9RVYff6I/AAAAAAAAC14/cXI-AfNGh7Y/s1600/DSCN2657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y6aCukv9pM/TpI9RVYff6I/AAAAAAAAC14/cXI-AfNGh7Y/s320/DSCN2657.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 believe this might be our first family picture outside of the ones that were taken at the hospital. Not too bad I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4ARPSbKRXI/TpI9XLowMhI/AAAAAAAAC18/4eji3F2B_ak/s1600/DSCN2658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4ARPSbKRXI/TpI9XLowMhI/AAAAAAAAC18/4eji3F2B_ak/s320/DSCN2658.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really love this one!&amp;nbsp; Jackson looks like he's calling the Hogs with his Pops.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure they will do it eventually, but hopefully not in church. ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fy31-hrwVU/TpI9c-t8sHI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ZxZfujGl2PQ/s1600/DSCN2664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fy31-hrwVU/TpI9c-t8sHI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ZxZfujGl2PQ/s320/DSCN2664.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mom and Dad couldn't stay for lunch, so we went home to change clothes (hello - can it not be 90 degrees in mid-October).&amp;nbsp; He must have been tired because he doesn't do this very often.&amp;nbsp; I even laid him down in the crib and he napped for several more minutes before getting up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxzqudIp4-c/TpI9ia2RZOI/AAAAAAAAC2E/qhhhY-ooGHE/s1600/DSCN2667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxzqudIp4-c/TpI9ia2RZOI/AAAAAAAAC2E/qhhhY-ooGHE/s320/DSCN2667.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;i&gt;A Prayer for New Parents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Father, we thank you that You have considered us worthy to guide the life of this little one. Because Your Son was once as our child, we know that You understand our concern. We pray that you give us wisdom to teach our child to know Your ways, to live as an example of Christian love toward others, to share the truth of Your redeeming grace, to offer assurance in times of anxiety, to provide serenity in a place of turmoil. &amp;nbsp;And when this little one has grown to maturity, give us the confidence to release the ties that bind us together, knowing that what You have promised is true, "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it." &amp;nbsp;Amen&lt;/i&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Jackson, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We pray that you will love God with all your heart, mind, and strength.&amp;nbsp; He will light your paths, just as He has done for your dad and me.&amp;nbsp; Remember that "you are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works" (Eph 2:10). You have an amazing Christian heritage, and your dad and I have promised to pass that torch to you.&amp;nbsp; We also pray that you will grow up to be a man of integrity, with a heart full of kindness and compassion for those around you.&amp;nbsp; For when you have those characteristics, everything else will fall into place.&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;We love you more than you'll ever know!&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;Mommy and Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-5217230990536167004?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5217230990536167004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5217230990536167004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5217230990536167004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5217230990536167004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/children-are-heritage-of-lord.html' title='Children are a Heritage of the Lord'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GBHWAbIK2Gk/TpI9GJRQOHI/AAAAAAAAC1w/PDPRVLm3nQs/s72-c/DSCN2647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-7378496424601852953</id><published>2011-10-05T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:05:58.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This past weekend, Jackson and I packed up and headed to McGehee for the weekend for Pops' birthday.&amp;nbsp; It was a surprise, he couldn't believe that we were there.&amp;nbsp; Before we left Cabot, I put Jackson in this shirt and took his picture.&amp;nbsp; To get these cute smiles, it takes both Brent and I - one to hold the camera and one to talk to him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivj6E1HN6CE/TokNf8LiBaI/AAAAAAAAC0o/iRtRIuj9O10/s1600/DSCN2612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivj6E1HN6CE/TokNf8LiBaI/AAAAAAAAC0o/iRtRIuj9O10/s320/DSCN2612.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is really starting to "talk" a lot and it's so fun to hear. I can bet that by the time he actually does start talking, we won't be able to get him to be quiet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PbYid1cG_g/TokNloV0frI/AAAAAAAAC0s/RSgswcxWYlg/s1600/DSCN2613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4PbYid1cG_g/TokNloV0frI/AAAAAAAAC0s/RSgswcxWYlg/s320/DSCN2613.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He enjoyed lots of Mimi time this weekend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xj0ekQ83OLI/TokNwDcy3iI/AAAAAAAAC00/X2jPoar5y2g/s1600/DSCN2617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xj0ekQ83OLI/TokNwDcy3iI/AAAAAAAAC00/X2jPoar5y2g/s320/DSCN2617.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On Saturday, we loaded Jackson in the stroller and went to Owlfest.&amp;nbsp; It's a little festival done during homecoming and it was really fun to get to show him off to some people I've known for a long time.&amp;nbsp; It was windy and really nice outside.&amp;nbsp; You could watch the Razorback game under the tent, visit booths, and eat BBQ. We even watched a hot-dog-eating-contest!&amp;nbsp; People talk a lot about how the Delta is one of the most economically depressed areas in the nation, and that certainly is true, but it's home to me.&amp;nbsp; So if you're not from a small town, then don't judge, because you don't know how great it really is.&amp;nbsp; (I didn't come to this thinking until after I left). &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2slcScPJpts/TokN10xCFoI/AAAAAAAAC04/uUgXR8UxO4k/s1600/DSCN2618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2slcScPJpts/TokN10xCFoI/AAAAAAAAC04/uUgXR8UxO4k/s320/DSCN2618.JPG" width="320px" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2EjDt5PhGg/TokN7hxFN4I/AAAAAAAAC08/7W9y1yDYPgI/s1600/DSCN2619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2EjDt5PhGg/TokN7hxFN4I/AAAAAAAAC08/7W9y1yDYPgI/s320/DSCN2619.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;J is laid back chilling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpBBcFiLUpE/TokOBU4RoxI/AAAAAAAAC1A/tc60mfRkOGw/s1600/DSCN2620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpBBcFiLUpE/TokOBU4RoxI/AAAAAAAAC1A/tc60mfRkOGw/s320/DSCN2620.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Saturday night we had dinner at home with Nannie, and Aunt Debbie and Uncle Mike who were visiting from Springfield.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice evening, although about 7 p.m. Jackson was done for and went to bed.&amp;nbsp; You can tell he's sleepy here with Pops.&amp;nbsp; &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/-5oATDBAZ1OY/TokOHpehoyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Go5pVYrCeOA/s1600/DSCN2621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5oATDBAZ1OY/TokOHpehoyI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Go5pVYrCeOA/s320/DSCN2621.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Sunday morning was church, and Jackson did go to the nursery during big church.&amp;nbsp; He hates the car seat, so there's no hanging out in that thing during the song service or message, and I really didn't want to wrestle with him because I knew I wouldn't get anything out of the message.&amp;nbsp; He of course did fine, and still got to see all of our McGehee church family. &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;We had to have another photo session after church with Pops and Jackson because they were both wearing their Polos.&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/-FWM86Yn3dEg/TokONrH_7LI/AAAAAAAAC1I/r15tOS3TS7Y/s1600/DSCN2623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWM86Yn3dEg/TokONrH_7LI/AAAAAAAAC1I/r15tOS3TS7Y/s320/DSCN2623.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;But then our hands got in the way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fYYFRblasM/TokOSAieO4I/AAAAAAAAC1M/b_PvzOJHFK8/s1600/DSCN2627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fYYFRblasM/TokOSAieO4I/AAAAAAAAC1M/b_PvzOJHFK8/s320/DSCN2627.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 think Pops is just absolutely taken with the Mister, and he has given my dad the Silliest Grandpa Award.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrqAKDy71vM/TokOXr32BFI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/eH1izixIlbM/s1600/DSCN2628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrqAKDy71vM/TokOXr32BFI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/eH1izixIlbM/s320/DSCN2628.JPG" width="320px" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKnkZU7OD8Y/TokOdZZIH1I/AAAAAAAAC1U/wkrvdTraVUY/s1600/DSCN2629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKnkZU7OD8Y/TokOdZZIH1I/AAAAAAAAC1U/wkrvdTraVUY/s320/DSCN2629.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7jWofemltk/TokOjOEzF-I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/mAX4sK8cl4k/s1600/DSCN2634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7jWofemltk/TokOjOEzF-I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/mAX4sK8cl4k/s320/DSCN2634.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming back to Cabot on Sunday, I snapped this picture of the cotton.&amp;nbsp; I love this time of year at home because the sea of white.&amp;nbsp; We also thought we were going to see some movie stars in Dumas, but it was not to be.&amp;nbsp; On Friday when we passed through, I did see where they were filming the movie "Mud" with Reese Witherspoon and Matthew McConaghey.&amp;nbsp; They were at the motel next to the Piggly Wiggly, and I could see the lights, cranes, directors chairs, but nobody famous.&amp;nbsp; I thought about riding around the parking lot just to catch a glimpse of the movie making, but Jackson was screaming, so I decided to power on and get to McGehee.&amp;nbsp; I was fascinated with the idea that Hollywood came to south Arkansas.&amp;nbsp; Not so much the famous person thing, but just the whole process of making a movie.&amp;nbsp; Where did everybody stay, how long do they work, etc.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine what would happen if you were in the Dollar Store and Reese Witherspoon walked in?&amp;nbsp; I would be afraid to talk to her, because I feel sorry that she is hounded by the paparazzi a lot.&amp;nbsp; But I would tell her that she has a look-a-like that lives in Memphis.&amp;nbsp; Just check it out for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgSpp_5AP_g/ToyqGcL4jrI/AAAAAAAAC1c/xsXIgM-OgjA/s1600/sarah%2527s+look-a-like.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgSpp_5AP_g/ToyqGcL4jrI/AAAAAAAAC1c/xsXIgM-OgjA/s400/sarah%2527s+look-a-like.jpg" width="396px" /&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/7042195557341204163-7378496424601852953?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/7378496424601852953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=7378496424601852953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/7378496424601852953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/7378496424601852953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-pops.html' title='Happy Birthday Pops!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivj6E1HN6CE/TokNf8LiBaI/AAAAAAAAC0o/iRtRIuj9O10/s72-c/DSCN2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-6956056553108381578</id><published>2011-09-29T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:52:35.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wigley Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was interesting to say the least!&amp;nbsp; I was really excited because Mom and Dad were coming and they were bringing Ma with them.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday we were all supposed to go to El Paso (Arkansas) for a Wigley family reunion.&amp;nbsp; This is my grandmother's family and she had four sisters and two brothers. I can't even imagine having that many these days!&amp;nbsp; Ma (or Mary Emily as they call her) is the oldest of the siblings.&amp;nbsp; The three older sisters have all passed away, so I know it was important for her to visit with her other siblings.&amp;nbsp; (Her youngest sister, Aunt Cheryl, lives in Georgia).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting a sore throat, and in the middle of the night on Friday, Brent got up with the stomach virus.&amp;nbsp; So on Saturday morning we had to get him some phenegren, and get him taken care of before we left for lunch.&amp;nbsp; I was glad to get Jackson and myself out of the house - neither one of us needed that mess!&amp;nbsp; We had a great time at the reunion.&amp;nbsp; Jackson got to meet his Aunt Kay and Uncle Sluggo, and I got to visit with some family that I haven't seen in a long time.&amp;nbsp; By 2:30, it was time to go, and on our way out, something happened to my mom's knee and we had to wheel her out to the car in a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, she's OK now, but she also got the stomach bug, and so did Ma and Aunt Kay.&amp;nbsp; I felt horrible that we had spread it around!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ma and her family.&amp;nbsp; I remember Mamaw and Granddaddy very well, as well as her three sisters who've passed away.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine my poor great-grandfather - four teenage daughters!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9o4JTtgnK6g/ToEm5N6wezI/AAAAAAAACzU/QLvzFXBZ8w0/s1600/Bernice+and+Ashley+Wigley%2527s+children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9o4JTtgnK6g/ToEm5N6wezI/AAAAAAAACzU/QLvzFXBZ8w0/s400/Bernice+and+Ashley+Wigley%2527s+children.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I remember them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKiQGUkFk_o/ToEn2h8nbXI/AAAAAAAAC0A/RPg90dw9Oio/s1600/Mamaw+and+Granddaddy++-+older.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKiQGUkFk_o/ToEn2h8nbXI/AAAAAAAAC0A/RPg90dw9Oio/s320/Mamaw+and+Granddaddy++-+older.jpg" width="251px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the remaining siblings.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Cheryl, Ma, Uncle Sam (Sonny Boy), and Uncle Royce.&amp;nbsp; I was amazed at how much Uncle Sam looked like Mamaw and Uncle Royce looked like Granddaddy.&amp;nbsp; To me, Ma doesn't really favor either of them much, but she's the prettiest!&amp;nbsp; I hope I look this good at 82! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uXYwsabOhM/ToEnQ3VxwCI/AAAAAAAACzk/KjacEOSSgJE/s1600/DSCN2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uXYwsabOhM/ToEnQ3VxwCI/AAAAAAAACzk/KjacEOSSgJE/s400/DSCN2565.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the 1st cousins:&amp;nbsp; Brenda, Sandy, Pam, Sluggo, Ronnie (my dad), and Dennis.&amp;nbsp; Not pictured are Darnell, Beverly, Bruce, Jerry Don, Jennifer, Bryan, and I think two more who I don't know their names).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Cv2MsVYT4E/ToEm_F07cDI/AAAAAAAACzY/oXRFHvK_Nak/s1600/DSCN2559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Cv2MsVYT4E/ToEm_F07cDI/AAAAAAAACzY/oXRFHvK_Nak/s400/DSCN2559.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the 2nd cousins.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell we're thrilled to see each other? ha!&amp;nbsp; The photographers kept telling us to act like we like each other and I said that we barely know each other!&amp;nbsp; We've maybe hung out together a hand full of times, so it's a little awkward.&amp;nbsp; And there's at least 10 2nd cousins not pictured.&amp;nbsp; We didn't even try to get a picture of the 3rd cousins because they were all too little.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGRC2cuAVK8/ToEnFDDbKYI/AAAAAAAACzc/WPzgj-MXQkg/s1600/DSCN2561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGRC2cuAVK8/ToEnFDDbKYI/AAAAAAAACzc/WPzgj-MXQkg/s400/DSCN2561.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one - apparently Uncle Sam is a cut up!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQceW6BqKlQ/ToEnLOWQXKI/AAAAAAAACzg/SG4QDtZvlJA/s1600/DSCN2564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQceW6BqKlQ/ToEnLOWQXKI/AAAAAAAACzg/SG4QDtZvlJA/s400/DSCN2564.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was Mr. Jackson's introduction to his Wigley side of the family, and he was the king of the ball!&amp;nbsp; Of course his Pops was so proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr5vOz0jXs4/ToEnWY91KHI/AAAAAAAACzo/ZR9pCWPY47o/s1600/DSCN2569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr5vOz0jXs4/ToEnWY91KHI/AAAAAAAACzo/ZR9pCWPY47o/s400/DSCN2569.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIhQXH7zAS8/ToEnb3HSp7I/AAAAAAAACzs/NGOycJwPw8Y/s1600/DSCN2570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIhQXH7zAS8/ToEnb3HSp7I/AAAAAAAACzs/NGOycJwPw8Y/s400/DSCN2570.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;His Aunt Kay got lots of loving with Jackson too - it was great!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0o77pnJ5CI/ToEnh7vTKrI/AAAAAAAACzw/ULN0jWy6GtY/s1600/DSCN2571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0o77pnJ5CI/ToEnh7vTKrI/AAAAAAAACzw/ULN0jWy6GtY/s400/DSCN2571.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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'm sure this won't be the last smile that Aunt Kay gets from J. She is a hoot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6YJoXeKDFc/ToEnnU8O9nI/AAAAAAAACz0/zc1IqoPyd14/s1600/DSCN2573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6YJoXeKDFc/ToEnnU8O9nI/AAAAAAAACz0/zc1IqoPyd14/s400/DSCN2573.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mdlr6HP_IU/ToEnsmreBPI/AAAAAAAACz4/lU5hGXAXY_Y/s1600/DSCN2574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mdlr6HP_IU/ToEnsmreBPI/AAAAAAAACz4/lU5hGXAXY_Y/s400/DSCN2574.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson and Mimi hanging out... she brought him a pumpkin outfit and a new book to read.&amp;nbsp; Yes - we read to him every night!&amp;nbsp; He's got to get scholarships to Ouachita, so we need him to start learning to read now. HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrFCv8mwdao/ToEnydnZJEI/AAAAAAAACz8/Zaa1lNRvNDY/s1600/DSCN2577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrFCv8mwdao/ToEnydnZJEI/AAAAAAAACz8/Zaa1lNRvNDY/s400/DSCN2577.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion, everybody went their houses, and I went to mine to relax for a hot second before the next event.&amp;nbsp; Our Lifegroup was having a fall picnic, and I was bringing the meat.&amp;nbsp; I was exhausted and probably should have stayed home (Jackson was also wore out), but we went for a little while.&amp;nbsp; I really love those girls and enjoy their company.&amp;nbsp; I just wished Brent could have been there - it would have been easier on me.&amp;nbsp; Because we were so tired, I didn't get any pictures of the picnic.&amp;nbsp; When we got home, it was bath and bed time for everybody.&amp;nbsp; I slept in the other bed, so on Sunday morning I decided we all needed to rest.&amp;nbsp; It was nice, but I hated to miss church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has gone by quickly, and I'm looking forward to another weekend.&amp;nbsp; I'm taking off tomorrow to take Jackson to get some pictures made, and then do some other errands.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the weather will be perfect and we can get outside and enjoy 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/7042195557341204163-6956056553108381578?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6956056553108381578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=6956056553108381578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6956056553108381578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6956056553108381578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/09/wigley-family-reunion.html' title='Wigley Family Reunion'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9o4JTtgnK6g/ToEm5N6wezI/AAAAAAAACzU/QLvzFXBZ8w0/s72-c/Bernice+and+Ashley+Wigley%2527s+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3886846315480995349</id><published>2011-09-27T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:11:49.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Jackson, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are three months old today! &amp;nbsp;Your personality is starting to emerge, and there is nothing better in this world than seeing you grin at me and your daddy. &amp;nbsp;For someone so little, you can have some pretty grown-up facial expressions that keep us laughing. &amp;nbsp;I know one day we won't be able to laugh right in front of you. &amp;nbsp;You absolutely, positively hate your car seat. &amp;nbsp;Once we're moving, you might be OK, but you have a look of panic and aggravation when I put you in the seat. &amp;nbsp;As Pops would say, "You just have to suck it up." ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week, you've had some reflux and I am probably going to take you back to Dr. Wilson to see about how to remedy the spit-up. &amp;nbsp;Until now, you've taken 6 ounces every 4 hours, so about 5 bottles a day. &amp;nbsp;You are sleeping through the night (for the most part), which makes both mommy and daddy really happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays are hard on us because of the commute, but we're settling into a routine. &amp;nbsp;When we get home, it's about 6, so we usually feed you (or play with you depending on your eating schedule), get our dinner fixed and eat, and then give you a bath. &amp;nbsp;After bath time (which you are liking), it's time to put on the PJ's and go to bed. &amp;nbsp;You like to be rocked and sang to just a little, but really when you're tired, you're ready to be put down so you can go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;I hope you always do that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want you to know that your daddy is a huge help! &amp;nbsp;If I'm busy with you, he will help pick up the kitchen and wash the dishes. I also love to see how much he loves you! &amp;nbsp;When we all ride together to school/work, before I take you into the daycare, he always says "Love you buddy!" &amp;nbsp;He has also gotten you to laugh out loud for the first time today, and that baby giggle was awesome to hear! &amp;nbsp;(I tried to get you to laugh out loud as well, but you didn't think I was as funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the doctor at the end of October for an official check-up, but last week you weighed 13 lbs, 9 oz, and I'm guessing you're a good 2 feet long now. &amp;nbsp;Your hair is starting to fill in, and your cheeks are just so sweet. &amp;nbsp;If I can only get you to quit scratching your face! &amp;nbsp;I guess I'm going to have to give you a manicure every other day! &amp;nbsp;You're still not rolling over yet, but I know that is coming soon by the way you're rocking your bottom half around. &amp;nbsp;You are very good at holding your head up and standing on your legs. &amp;nbsp;I'm amazed at how strong you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Daddy is working hard to find a new job so he can send you to college one day, and I want you to know how much we are relying on God to open the right doors for us. &amp;nbsp;We're praying and patiently waiting to hear about where He wants your dad to work next. &amp;nbsp;It's hard sometimes to not get discouraged, but that's why Jesus gives us Hope and we have to have Faith. &amp;nbsp;You've completely changed how we look at life decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I couldn't be more happy with you and I really wonder how we ever got along without you. We pray that you will always be happy, healthy, and love Jesus. &amp;nbsp;Everything else will fall into place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three Month photo shoot. &amp;nbsp;He was not so happy about it this morning!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy9QhqxNav8/ToJ2MmNDtWI/AAAAAAAAC0E/7DXUUx2mh0I/s1600/DSCN2583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy9QhqxNav8/ToJ2MmNDtWI/AAAAAAAAC0E/7DXUUx2mh0I/s400/DSCN2583.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbufMtxxDdA/ToJ2S8CfToI/AAAAAAAAC0I/yxFEuQMZK-I/s1600/DSCN2584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbufMtxxDdA/ToJ2S8CfToI/AAAAAAAAC0I/yxFEuQMZK-I/s400/DSCN2584.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrVZi5k80D8/ToJ2X1CyDjI/AAAAAAAAC0M/ZxqxAeFCRE8/s1600/DSCN2588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrVZi5k80D8/ToJ2X1CyDjI/AAAAAAAAC0M/ZxqxAeFCRE8/s400/DSCN2588.JPG" width="300" /&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/-IrWaFoK_ySk/ToJ2di-xpxI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ptDmsVEescs/s1600/DSCN2594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrWaFoK_ySk/ToJ2di-xpxI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ptDmsVEescs/s400/DSCN2594.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/-Zk32SZofUFQ/ToJ2ji2Pg1I/AAAAAAAAC0U/9wrACV81SVw/s1600/DSCN2598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk32SZofUFQ/ToJ2ji2Pg1I/AAAAAAAAC0U/9wrACV81SVw/s400/DSCN2598.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I have to do this every month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just born!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85dTgfnYW38/ToJ3nbI1nEI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/pdktoJNNOOU/s1600/DSCN2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85dTgfnYW38/ToJ3nbI1nEI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/pdktoJNNOOU/s320/DSCN2266.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;One month!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_ml65yTx8k/ToJ3sBDppEI/AAAAAAAAC0c/xg1TCKQtTOU/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_ml65yTx8k/ToJ3sBDppEI/AAAAAAAAC0c/xg1TCKQtTOU/s320/DSCN2374.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Two months!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7042195557341204163-3886846315480995349?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3886846315480995349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3886846315480995349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3886846315480995349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3886846315480995349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-months-old.html' title='Three Months Old!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy9QhqxNav8/ToJ2MmNDtWI/AAAAAAAAC0E/7DXUUx2mh0I/s72-c/DSCN2583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5537753024125130364</id><published>2011-09-23T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:13:52.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting the Future</title><content type='html'>One of my duties at work is to send gifts to employees who've had babies.&amp;nbsp; Along with a gift card for food, they also get a cute onesie (designed by moi) that says "I will be lighting the future".&amp;nbsp; This is a play on SPP's motto of "Helping Our Members Work Together to Keep the Lights On Today and in the Future."&amp;nbsp; Or something like that.&amp;nbsp; So Jackson is just now big enough to wear his onesie, and I took some pictures for the intranet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the smile that makes me get up every morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbUSSYaUnBg/TnztvimSLBI/AAAAAAAACzM/00xt8_7wKKI/s1600/DSCN2558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbUSSYaUnBg/TnztvimSLBI/AAAAAAAACzM/00xt8_7wKKI/s400/DSCN2558.JPG" width="300px" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nT2Ge_HMncc/Tnztxl7j0jI/AAAAAAAACzQ/67o4lnve2ak/s1600/DSCN2556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nT2Ge_HMncc/Tnztxl7j0jI/AAAAAAAACzQ/67o4lnve2ak/s400/DSCN2556.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;It's been a long week at the Haywood house.&amp;nbsp; On Monday night, we could tell that he didn't feel good, so we gave him some Tylenol and decided to watch him.&amp;nbsp; He's had a few little cold viruses before, and I figured this was another one.&amp;nbsp; By Tuesday night, he was again running some low-grade fever, so I decided to stay home on Wednesday and take him to see Dr. Wilson.&amp;nbsp; He was also being weird about eating.&amp;nbsp; He will fuss and cry a few ounces into the bottle, so I was afraid that the dreaded ear infection had descended on our house.&amp;nbsp; However, the doctor said his ears and throat were fine, and she suspects it may be a little reflux.&amp;nbsp; I am going to watch him this weekend and see how he does, and if he's not better about the eating, I'm probably going to change his formula and see if that helps.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't spit up that much, and I found a term today that some babies can be "happy spitters."&amp;nbsp; He's obviously getting bigger, and he doesn't spit up that much.&amp;nbsp; But something is bothering him while he eats, so we have to figure it out.&amp;nbsp; Oh and on top of all of that, I started coming down with a sore throat on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; That night I felt horrible and didn't sleep well, but I&amp;nbsp; went to work the next day.&amp;nbsp; By Thursday night, I had found part of a Zpack to take, and feel better today.&amp;nbsp; Still have a sore throat, but I can tell I feel better.&amp;nbsp; But I hate not being able to kiss those fat cheeks! &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;We're looking forward to a fun weekend.&amp;nbsp; Mimi and Pops are headed to our house and they're bringing Ma. Tomorrow we're all going to the Wigley Family Reunion and then&amp;nbsp;later that afternoon&amp;nbsp;we've got a Lifegroup picnic at the park.&amp;nbsp; Yay for fall weather and good friends and family!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-5537753024125130364?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5537753024125130364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5537753024125130364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5537753024125130364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5537753024125130364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/09/lighting-future.html' title='Lighting the Future'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbUSSYaUnBg/TnztvimSLBI/AAAAAAAACzM/00xt8_7wKKI/s72-c/DSCN2558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-4263716207186738941</id><published>2011-09-16T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:46:35.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Part and Bath Tub</title><content type='html'>When Jackson was born, he had a decent amount of hair, but had that dry skin/dandruff that babies have in the first few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I tried brushing it out and putting lotion on his head, which seemed to work, but also helped his hair fall out!&amp;nbsp; I know this was normal, but he still looked like a little old man.&amp;nbsp; The back of his hair was funky looking too.&amp;nbsp; But his hair has started to come in, and it's a lighter brown like mine is, but I noticed that he seemed to have a cowlick in the front.&amp;nbsp; A few days later, I noticed that his hair seemed to want to naturally part down the middle - right at his widow's peak (that he got from his daddy).&amp;nbsp; Last weekend when my parents were at my house, we were talking about his hair, and Dad reminded me who's hair parted in the middle.&amp;nbsp; My Pa's hair did, and so did his father's hair.&amp;nbsp; Crazy!&amp;nbsp; Not sure if that's really what it is, but I love those little reminders of my grandfather that I see in my child.&amp;nbsp; When his hair is wet, it seems to have a little bit of wave in it too.&amp;nbsp; It's not real curly, but it's probably going to be like mine.&amp;nbsp; I'm the only one in my immediate family who has curly hair, and I inherited that trait from my mom's dad.&amp;nbsp; Papa had wavy hair, so I think Jackson will probably as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see it a little bit of the middle part in the pictures below. Oh and look at those dark eyes!&amp;nbsp; There's no denying that he got those from Brent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z39lIb8dn_Q/TnKyYRnPNtI/AAAAAAAACy4/7dSr38r-dtg/s1600/DSCN2535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z39lIb8dn_Q/TnKyYRnPNtI/AAAAAAAACy4/7dSr38r-dtg/s400/DSCN2535.JPG" width="400px" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iXghxt0XDg/TnKyeO8-YbI/AAAAAAAACy8/yqDo39TOGOI/s1600/DSCN2537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iXghxt0XDg/TnKyeO8-YbI/AAAAAAAACy8/yqDo39TOGOI/s320/DSCN2537.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how sweet he is in his Polo outfit!&amp;nbsp; He's wearing the last of his 3month summer clothes, and I've had to go this week and buy some 6-9 month long sleeve outfits.&amp;nbsp; We've lived on onesies this summer,but now it's getting too cool to not have any pants on.&amp;nbsp; Another reason for mommy to shop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzZfYFBkd3A/TnKyjbxh14I/AAAAAAAACzA/F6omyRBtxAY/s1600/DSCN2538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzZfYFBkd3A/TnKyjbxh14I/AAAAAAAACzA/F6omyRBtxAY/s320/DSCN2538.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He's smiling a lot these days, which just melts my heart. I can't wait to hear him giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSI24iBYmJw/TnKyoxEA9GI/AAAAAAAACzE/EaGKlB1GlHk/s1600/DSCN2539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSI24iBYmJw/TnKyoxEA9GI/AAAAAAAACzE/EaGKlB1GlHk/s320/DSCN2539.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We got a bath tub at one of my showers, and it's been OK until now.&amp;nbsp; Jackson is so long that he was folded up like a pretzel in it and it didn't really support his head.&amp;nbsp; So I did some research and ordered this Primo Euro bathtub.&amp;nbsp; You can see that it allows him to recline, but still support his head.&amp;nbsp; And it frees up my hands too.&amp;nbsp; When he's able to sit up on his own, he will sit on the other side (where his feet are now), and that middle hump will give him something to hold onto.&amp;nbsp; I felt like it was a good purchase that will grow with us, but I failed to really do my measuring.&amp;nbsp; This thing is ginormous, and it almost takes up the entire bathtub!&amp;nbsp;Oh what we will do for our children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfd51e1UEJM/TnKyueFpmjI/AAAAAAAACzI/nXxHFdk5tqs/s1600/DSCN2542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yfd51e1UEJM/TnKyueFpmjI/AAAAAAAACzI/nXxHFdk5tqs/s320/DSCN2542.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7042195557341204163-4263716207186738941?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4263716207186738941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=4263716207186738941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4263716207186738941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4263716207186738941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/09/hair-part-and-bath-tub.html' title='Hair Part and Bath Tub'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z39lIb8dn_Q/TnKyYRnPNtI/AAAAAAAACy4/7dSr38r-dtg/s72-c/DSCN2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-963598749804744467</id><published>2011-09-10T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:50:26.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Razorback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's finally football season, and we're excited about our new little Razorback in our house this year. &amp;nbsp;I bought him a Houndstooth Razorback shirt last weekend, and couldn't wait for him to wear it on Friday. (Also had to get mommy a new one too). &amp;nbsp;I love that the entire state rallies around the team, and even though I didn't go to school there, I've grown up calling those Hogs. &amp;nbsp;In fact, Jackson's great grandfather, Pa, went to Fayetteville&amp;nbsp;on a football scholarship&amp;nbsp;in the early 40s before he was drafted into WWII. &amp;nbsp;I hope I can talk Jackson's daddy into taking me to a game sometime this season. &amp;nbsp;I'm just itching to go!&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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdXzEgEC99o/TmwNmAXHDxI/AAAAAAAACyg/sknU6KD4uZw/s1600/DSCN2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdXzEgEC99o/TmwNmAXHDxI/AAAAAAAACyg/sknU6KD4uZw/s400/DSCN2524.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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've been a Razorback fan my whole life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5Z4u-5GEvI/TmwNq9jwMUI/AAAAAAAACyk/FBtGiH_9UA4/s1600/DSCN2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E5Z4u-5GEvI/TmwNq9jwMUI/AAAAAAAACyk/FBtGiH_9UA4/s400/DSCN2526.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This was the Mister before school. &amp;nbsp;He was just chilling out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kflE9qitCe0/TmwNwcBgZpI/AAAAAAAACyo/DPNnVCeKocQ/s1600/DSCN2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kflE9qitCe0/TmwNwcBgZpI/AAAAAAAACyo/DPNnVCeKocQ/s400/DSCN2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;My parents were here yesterday afternoon, and went with me to get him from school. &amp;nbsp;It was also Grandparents Day at school, but obviously his class wasn't doing a program. &amp;nbsp;We got him, and headed to the mall to visit with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Josh for a little while before heading to Cabot. When we did get home (Brent was on his way home), I realized that I didn't have a house key. &amp;nbsp;So we hung out on the patio for a little while. &amp;nbsp;Dad got this great picture of him smiling at Mimi. &amp;nbsp;I just love it when he makes this face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrvU-ZeEJxY/TmwONZcdiDI/AAAAAAAACy0/Y23bOEcAY9E/s1600/IMG953892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrvU-ZeEJxY/TmwONZcdiDI/AAAAAAAACy0/Y23bOEcAY9E/s400/IMG953892.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, I was getting ready to go to water aerobics, Jackson was waking up, but I could tell he was still sleepy. &amp;nbsp;So I put him in the bed with Brent, and got this sweet picture. &amp;nbsp;(Don't worry, Brent was really awake - sort of - and we don't put him in the bed with us).&amp;nbsp;&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/--eKDKvBd8bY/TmwN18lhfDI/AAAAAAAACys/Stcnk62dQ80/s1600/DSCN2532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eKDKvBd8bY/TmwN18lhfDI/AAAAAAAACys/Stcnk62dQ80/s400/DSCN2532.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 got some new additions for Jackson's room.&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/-PpMIJoxwabU/TmwN8J-renI/AAAAAAAACyw/K-1nGvgbwDA/s1600/DSCN2534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpMIJoxwabU/TmwN8J-renI/AAAAAAAACyw/K-1nGvgbwDA/s400/DSCN2534.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson is officially sleeping through the night now. If he eats around 6 p.m., then we'll put him down around 8, and then get him up at 10 to eat again. &amp;nbsp;When he's done, we put him back in his crib all swaddled up and he's down until 5 or 6 the next morning. &amp;nbsp;A few nights last week, he ate at 7:30 p.m. and was down until 5:30 a.m. &amp;nbsp;I panicked when I woke up and realized what time it was! &amp;nbsp;When we swaddle him, I try to rock, snuggle, and sing to him, but he really isn't interested. &amp;nbsp;He will grunt and squirm around, until I finally put him down. &amp;nbsp;He'll turn his head to the right, close his eyes, and go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;It's the craziest thing I've ever seen. &amp;nbsp;But I must say that he doesn't sleep much during the day - maybe a total of 2 hours in the time that he's awake, so I know he's really tired after bath time. &amp;nbsp;One thing I've learned from having a baby is that you never know what kind of normal you will have. &amp;nbsp;Books and websites can tell you how it might be, but you never know! &amp;nbsp;I hope he is always a good night sleeper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing, he is the cutest thing I've ever seen and sometimes I can't believe that I'm his mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-963598749804744467?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/963598749804744467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=963598749804744467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/963598749804744467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/963598749804744467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-little-razorback.html' title='Our Little Razorback'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdXzEgEC99o/TmwNmAXHDxI/AAAAAAAACyg/sknU6KD4uZw/s72-c/DSCN2524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5826112554018906888</id><published>2011-09-10T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:19:57.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson's First Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of last month, I took Jackson to a friend in Monticello who has started a photography business. &amp;nbsp;This was his first official photo shoot and he did great! &amp;nbsp;He was just starting to smile at me, which was so great, especially since he was still a little colicky. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to www.juliepettyphotography.com for these amazing shots of the Mister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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And he has a neck, but you can't see it. &amp;nbsp;In fact, after bath time, we have to almost turn him upside down to clean between his neck rolls. ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic_mYLMFksc/TmTEWFSRfnI/AAAAAAAACw8/cwaMueR6Qpc/s1600/DSCN2502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic_mYLMFksc/TmTEWFSRfnI/AAAAAAAACw8/cwaMueR6Qpc/s400/DSCN2502.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-hmvmwia5uIo/TmTEcdPcHiI/AAAAAAAACxA/_YLH0sbtBbQ/s1600/DSCN2503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmvmwia5uIo/TmTEcdPcHiI/AAAAAAAACxA/_YLH0sbtBbQ/s400/DSCN2503.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;His hair is also coming in nicely. &amp;nbsp;It's still a lighter brown, and it may have a little bit of curl in it. &amp;nbsp;(Just like his mama). &amp;nbsp;He is definitely looking more like Brent these days. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhYMYsjM5DI/TmTEiEZ_U0I/AAAAAAAACxE/LDNIFkA9shs/s1600/DSCN2504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhYMYsjM5DI/TmTEiEZ_U0I/AAAAAAAACxE/LDNIFkA9shs/s400/DSCN2504.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Since Saturday was the first Razorback game, I had to put him in his Razorback onesie. &amp;nbsp;Saturday morning, we got up and went to North Little Rock. &amp;nbsp;We met Sarah, Jeremy, and Adam Clements for brunch at Cracker Barrel and then went shopping. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what it is about breakfast at Cracker Barrel that makes me feel like I'm on vacation, but it was fun. &amp;nbsp;We went to Bed, Bath &amp;amp; Beyond to get a new crock pot, and then headed to the mall. &amp;nbsp;This was the first time we put him in the stroller for a longer period of time, and he did great. &amp;nbsp;In fact, he even went to sleep for a little while. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHF52rXeEU/TmTEoLOd86I/AAAAAAAACxI/uYG3XotNBYk/s1600/DSCN2512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYHF52rXeEU/TmTEoLOd86I/AAAAAAAACxI/uYG3XotNBYk/s400/DSCN2512.JPG" width="300" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9PNkS3rtvo/TmTEtO4ho0I/AAAAAAAACxM/m5mFD9G0J88/s1600/DSCN2513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9PNkS3rtvo/TmTEtO4ho0I/AAAAAAAACxM/m5mFD9G0J88/s400/DSCN2513.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Touchdown Arkansas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iS1gggGH3I/TmTEyVUB76I/AAAAAAAACxQ/47icB-0BdyE/s1600/DSCN2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iS1gggGH3I/TmTEyVUB76I/AAAAAAAACxQ/47icB-0BdyE/s400/DSCN2514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;On Sunday, &amp;nbsp;we hung out at the house and then went over to Brent's aunt's house for a family lunch. &amp;nbsp;I got Jackson dressed while Brent was getting ready, and when He came out of the bedroom, I realized that they were dressed alike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uv3PlwaRdBA/TmTE3rjM-qI/AAAAAAAACxU/Bwx0u9DQ4k8/s1600/DSCN2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uv3PlwaRdBA/TmTE3rjM-qI/AAAAAAAACxU/Bwx0u9DQ4k8/s400/DSCN2516.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Proud Daddy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjtsS-ddS3o/TmTE9iIW7CI/AAAAAAAACxY/a1dY-wocqwA/s1600/DSCN2517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjtsS-ddS3o/TmTE9iIW7CI/AAAAAAAACxY/a1dY-wocqwA/s400/DSCN2517.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Cousin Whitney was home from New York City, so it was mini family reunion yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Jackson got to hang out with his cousins, and I think he likes them. &amp;nbsp;This is him with Judith and Hannah. &amp;nbsp;Brent is the second to youngest of his cousins on his mom's side, and there are 11 second (or is it third) cousins - Jackson is the youngest of Granny and Pap's great-grandchildren. &amp;nbsp;&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/-fXvAOxlzBcs/TmTFDIMtc9I/AAAAAAAACxc/oRuHvu7qkz8/s1600/DSCN2520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXvAOxlzBcs/TmTFDIMtc9I/AAAAAAAACxc/oRuHvu7qkz8/s400/DSCN2520.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Hannah is in the 1st grade and wanted to hold him so bad. &amp;nbsp;She did a great job here, but needs to work on leaving him alone when he's asleep. I think she wanted to keep playing with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLtmxd5koKA/TmTFIvbiHiI/AAAAAAAACxg/MI_cXGLpB64/s1600/DSCN2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLtmxd5koKA/TmTFIvbiHiI/AAAAAAAACxg/MI_cXGLpB64/s400/DSCN2521.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I'm not sure what all we're going to do today, but I do know we're going to do some of it outside. &amp;nbsp;The high is going to be around 75 degrees today. &amp;nbsp;After 115 degrees one month ago, this is a much-welcomed relief. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-252219026439527645?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/252219026439527645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=252219026439527645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/252219026439527645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/252219026439527645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic_mYLMFksc/TmTEWFSRfnI/AAAAAAAACw8/cwaMueR6Qpc/s72-c/DSCN2502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-4592937412217833565</id><published>2011-08-31T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T10:16:58.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Month Check Up</title><content type='html'>I took Jackson to see Dr. Wilson this morning for his two-month check up. &amp;nbsp;I knew at the end would be something very unpleasant for everybody, and it broke my heart to hear him screaming like he was. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I was doing the nervous laugh just so I wouldn't cry. &amp;nbsp;(I did tear up a little bit because I couldn't soothe him). &amp;nbsp;He had 5 shots, and I do have to say the sweet nurse who gave them was quick. Praise God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's Stats at 9 1\2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 pounds, 3 ounces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;23 3\4 inches long - Holy Moly he grew over 2 inches in a month!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 &amp;nbsp;1\4 inches head circumference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;75% percentile for height and weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So very very thankful for a happy and healthy baby. God has blessed us with Jackson far beyond than what we deserve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-gVFHvbb26cs/Tl7kUDgo_LI/AAAAAAAACw4/nU_IXhn-e34/s1600/DSCN2464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVFHvbb26cs/Tl7kUDgo_LI/AAAAAAAACw4/nU_IXhn-e34/s400/DSCN2464.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-4592937412217833565?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/4592937412217833565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=4592937412217833565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4592937412217833565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/4592937412217833565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-month-check-up.html' title='Two-Month Check Up'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVFHvbb26cs/Tl7kUDgo_LI/AAAAAAAACw4/nU_IXhn-e34/s72-c/DSCN2464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-7940420090235840891</id><published>2011-08-31T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:24:19.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Dress Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jackson! &amp;nbsp;He has no choice but to comply with my desires to make him look as cute and sweet as possible, but most times he is a willing participant to us playing dress up. &amp;nbsp;I just have so many cute things and I want to remember how he looks in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up, is this little gingham bubble outfit with a white collar. &amp;nbsp;It's probably already too little and this is the only time he wore it. &amp;nbsp;I dressed him up a few Sunday mornings ago, but he was not having this. &amp;nbsp;The collar wouldn't stay down and I must admit that he looked like a pilgram. ha! &amp;nbsp;You can see here that he was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akRvqeSfH30/Tlw78VDW7II/AAAAAAAACwM/woVccCv7QeM/s1600/DSCN2463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akRvqeSfH30/Tlw78VDW7II/AAAAAAAACwM/woVccCv7QeM/s320/DSCN2463.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he sweet here?!? My mom smocked this little white outfit, and he's finally filling out enough to wear it. &amp;nbsp;Last Saturday afternoon after lunch, I decided to try it on him,instead of waiting until hectic Sunday morning. &amp;nbsp;He looked so cute in it, and I got some good shots of him in it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/-ro2oH_D_p6o/Tlw8SGtwhZI/AAAAAAAACwc/fQKC9Oe980E/s1600/DSCN2472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ro2oH_D_p6o/Tlw8SGtwhZI/AAAAAAAACwc/fQKC9Oe980E/s320/DSCN2472.JPG" width="240" /&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/-0N27FsNCGP0/Tlw8XjjHzxI/AAAAAAAACwg/ZF28CjaMX_8/s1600/DSCN2478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N27FsNCGP0/Tlw8XjjHzxI/AAAAAAAACwg/ZF28CjaMX_8/s320/DSCN2478.JPG" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SswTSHMUn8/Tlw8b8k6xdI/AAAAAAAACwk/XC4El8VRIe4/s1600/DSCN2479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_SswTSHMUn8/Tlw8b8k6xdI/AAAAAAAACwk/XC4El8VRIe4/s320/DSCN2479.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zazt07hB21Q/Tlw8gtHvYQI/AAAAAAAACwo/sVVB0xY2TKs/s1600/DSCN2483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zazt07hB21Q/Tlw8gtHvYQI/AAAAAAAACwo/sVVB0xY2TKs/s320/DSCN2483.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AypOzbmoonE/Tlw8lZJqf_I/AAAAAAAACws/1FgreB_I2RQ/s1600/DSCN2485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AypOzbmoonE/Tlw8lZJqf_I/AAAAAAAACws/1FgreB_I2RQ/s320/DSCN2485.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;So after he'd had enough, I took a few pictures with his shirt off and he was just as chill as he could be. Look at those cheeks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q_hTm2kFVg/Tlw8rDFuT_I/AAAAAAAACww/zgGsZoLp2UI/s1600/DSCN2488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q_hTm2kFVg/Tlw8rDFuT_I/AAAAAAAACww/zgGsZoLp2UI/s320/DSCN2488.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brent was laughing at me at my make-shift backdrop I made. &amp;nbsp;Silly looking, but it worked. &amp;nbsp;I was telling Brent about someone I knew who would put the clothes over the baby and take a picture instead of putting the actual clothes on the baby. &amp;nbsp;I just laid this outfit on top of him, and he had the funniest expression on his face. &amp;nbsp;Kinda like "How did I end up with these two yahoos?" &amp;nbsp;Of course Brent and I laughed even harder. &amp;nbsp;This outfit came with a shirt underneath it, but it was too big still, so he just work the overalls to church on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't as big on as it looks in the picture. And of course I think he looked adorable! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7aYkh7TjZs/Tlw8v65zJ0I/AAAAAAAACw0/VExcbH4W6h0/s1600/DSCN2490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7aYkh7TjZs/Tlw8v65zJ0I/AAAAAAAACw0/VExcbH4W6h0/s320/DSCN2490.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This coming weekend is the first Razorback game of the season, so we have some Hog outfits that we will be sporting! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-7940420090235840891?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/7940420090235840891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=7940420090235840891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/7940420090235840891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/7940420090235840891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/playing-dress-up.html' title='Playing Dress Up'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-akRvqeSfH30/Tlw78VDW7II/AAAAAAAACwM/woVccCv7QeM/s72-c/DSCN2463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8747304013520278653</id><published>2011-08-27T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:34:22.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jackson, You're Two Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Dear Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are two months old today! &amp;nbsp;And what a fun two months it's been. &amp;nbsp;You are a good baby, and I absolutely love being your mommy. &amp;nbsp;You started "school" this week and haven't really been bothered by it at all. &amp;nbsp;Your teacher is Mrs. Kim and she says that you're a good baby as well, so I'm glad it's not just me who thinks that. &amp;nbsp;I think you're going to be a people person because you can really turn on the charm with new people around. I imagine you will be able to work the room one day just like your Pops can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Key3o7-yco/TlmTcvpxnTI/AAAAAAAACv0/1FG2eGMe70s/s1600/DSCN2493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Key3o7-yco/TlmTcvpxnTI/AAAAAAAACv0/1FG2eGMe70s/s400/DSCN2493.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right now, you're eating 6 ounces of formula every 4 hours or so, and if we can time it just right in the evening, you will sleep from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. &amp;nbsp;Hallelujah! &amp;nbsp;The only time you get really mad is when you're hungry and we don't have the bottle ready. &amp;nbsp;We were giving you gas drops after every feeding, but your tummy issues seem to be getting better, so we're not doing that every time. &amp;nbsp;Only if you seem fussy and can't get settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sH4UH-iq5Fs/TlmTttpUdPI/AAAAAAAACwA/WChSAJGAUqQ/s1600/DSCN2497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sH4UH-iq5Fs/TlmTttpUdPI/AAAAAAAACwA/WChSAJGAUqQ/s400/DSCN2497.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as napping, you are a light sleeper during the day, and will get sleepy about an hour after eating. &amp;nbsp;Usually I can put you in the swing and cover you up, and it won't be long before you're asleep. &amp;nbsp;You just don't stay asleep for very long. &amp;nbsp;Maybe 20-30 minutes at a time, but as long as you're sleeping 7-8 hours at night, I'm not going to complain! &amp;nbsp;You usually take two or three shorter naps at school, but this weekend, you've slept with mommy and daddy in the chair. &amp;nbsp;I know they say not to do that, but I really wanted to snuggle with you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to have playtime in the floor, and you like laying on your back and kicking. &amp;nbsp;You're not a big fan of tummy time, but you tolerate it OK. &amp;nbsp;Last night, daddy and I were playing with you. &amp;nbsp;You were on your tummy and we looked down and you had rolled over! &amp;nbsp;We tried to get you to do it again, but you were too mad by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, you are so smiley and cooing a bunch. &amp;nbsp;You do it a lot when we talk face-to-face in your high chair in the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;You flash those big brown eyes and grin (that looks like your daddy's), and I just melt! And then you start cooing, so then your daddy and I start cooing too. &amp;nbsp;I know we sound like a bunch of idiots, but it's so fun listening to you get ready to talk. &amp;nbsp;We've even heard a couple of laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sleepy night feedings, dirty diapers, colicky crying, and major abdominal surgery was totally worth it to see you so happy and healthy today! &amp;nbsp;Daddy and I are thankful to God for you because we know He sent you to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you more than you'll ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two Months! 8-27-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHzr2g1htRU/TlmThYS9c5I/AAAAAAAACv4/dCvQdBjpZBE/s1600/DSCN2494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHzr2g1htRU/TlmThYS9c5I/AAAAAAAACv4/dCvQdBjpZBE/s400/DSCN2494.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And just for fun, here he is at one week - I can't believe he was ever this little!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7-4-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5j9xf9Wcic/TlmZU-2p9CI/AAAAAAAACwE/QX0lgAW1s1w/s1600/DSCN2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5j9xf9Wcic/TlmZU-2p9CI/AAAAAAAACwE/QX0lgAW1s1w/s400/DSCN2265.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;One month old here! &amp;nbsp;7-27-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV52Odhrc60/TlmZgoYRetI/AAAAAAAACwI/aGLpypW-hRg/s1600/DSCN2376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sV52Odhrc60/TlmZgoYRetI/AAAAAAAACwI/aGLpypW-hRg/s400/DSCN2376.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And today! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwT_WaDoUmg/TlmTmc2I6sI/AAAAAAAACv8/P1NqIvZhyLY/s1600/DSCN2495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwT_WaDoUmg/TlmTmc2I6sI/AAAAAAAACv8/P1NqIvZhyLY/s400/DSCN2495.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8747304013520278653?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8747304013520278653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8747304013520278653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8747304013520278653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8747304013520278653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-jackson-youre-two-months-old.html' title='Dear Jackson, You&apos;re Two Months Old!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Key3o7-yco/TlmTcvpxnTI/AAAAAAAACv0/1FG2eGMe70s/s72-c/DSCN2493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1069240993006258878</id><published>2011-08-23T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:46:44.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was my first day back at work and Jackson's first day at his "school".&amp;nbsp; (I don't like calling it daycare).&amp;nbsp; I was more nervous about getting there on time and getting the schedule worked out, than leaving him all day.&amp;nbsp; Brent and I rode together, so he helped me get everything in the car and ready to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we had to take pictures on the first day, and my son is already "throwing the deuces."&amp;nbsp; Nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjVi5Xy_85M/TlQbHr2tKjI/AAAAAAAACvw/StQTeLpdekw/s400/first+day+of+school+-+Jackson.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;I think everybody thought I was going to have an emotional breakdown yesterday, but I'm proud to say that I did not.&amp;nbsp; I kept it together - only teared up a little in the car - but honestly I was excited to get back to work.&amp;nbsp; I had lunch with some friends and got caught up on all of the office gossip, and then all during the day I got to visit with friends at work.&amp;nbsp; And check email - all 800 of them!&amp;nbsp; I probably deleted 2\3rd of them, though.&amp;nbsp; Around 1:30 I called the school to check on him, and they said he was doing great, which made my heart happy.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I would have felt if he had been crying.&amp;nbsp; By 4, I couldn't wait to get down there to pick him up!&amp;nbsp; When we walked in, he was smiling and in a good mood. Oh joy!&amp;nbsp; They said he ate good, and overall had a good day.&amp;nbsp; There were 5 babies there, and I can't even imagine taking care of all of them all day long!&amp;nbsp; His poor teacher must be exhausted every night, but she has been doing this for a long time and obviously has a gift!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, I am really pleased with the daycare and my choice to go back to work.&amp;nbsp; I've enjoyed the quiet time to sit at a desk and get tasks accomplished and to feel like a grown-up again.&amp;nbsp; I also have a flexible job where I can take a few days off in the coming months to be at home with him, so I feel like it's the best of both worlds.&amp;nbsp; Oh and the other good thing is that I'm entering my busy time of the year, so it certainly make the day go by quicker! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;I love being a mommy too, and that will be my first job, but I'm glad to be able to help provide for my family.&amp;nbsp; I hope to send Jackson to OBU one day, so we have to start saving NOW! ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1069240993006258878?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1069240993006258878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1069240993006258878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1069240993006258878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1069240993006258878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjVi5Xy_85M/TlQbHr2tKjI/AAAAAAAACvw/StQTeLpdekw/s72-c/first+day+of+school+-+Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-7434261702390126257</id><published>2011-08-21T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:50:34.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Face!</title><content type='html'>&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;How am I ever in the world going to say no to this face? &amp;nbsp;And those big brown eyes? &amp;nbsp;I'm SO in trouble in a few years. &amp;nbsp;ha! &amp;nbsp;This was my happy baby on Saturday afternoon, and today he was a little fussy. &amp;nbsp;Such as it goes in the life of a two-month old. &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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPVcSFCrTpM/TlGmkadHluI/AAAAAAAACvg/fySge4idTCw/s1600/jackson+8-20-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPVcSFCrTpM/TlGmkadHluI/AAAAAAAACvg/fySge4idTCw/s320/jackson+8-20-11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s04tDuQ903s/TlGmx-hipVI/AAAAAAAACvs/c8Xyd_V-Fn4/s1600/DSCN2450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s04tDuQ903s/TlGmx-hipVI/AAAAAAAACvs/c8Xyd_V-Fn4/s320/DSCN2450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I start back to work tomorrow and I'm taking a usually negative thing and making a positive out of it. &amp;nbsp;There are thousands of people out there who don't have jobs. &amp;nbsp;I will choose to be thankful for the good job that I do have, that allows me to put him in a good daycare, with money left over, and for an employer who is generous in their understanding when having a child. &amp;nbsp;It could be a whole lot worse. &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;So tomorrow morning, the glass will be half full, but I still covet your prayers for an easy transition. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-7434261702390126257?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/7434261702390126257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=7434261702390126257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/7434261702390126257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/7434261702390126257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-face.html' title='That Face!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPVcSFCrTpM/TlGmkadHluI/AAAAAAAACvg/fySge4idTCw/s72-c/jackson+8-20-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5653488832568045191</id><published>2011-08-15T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:29:54.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Does He Look Like?</title><content type='html'>Since he was born, I've had most people tell me that Jackson favors me. &amp;nbsp;Before he was born, I just knew he would look just like his daddy, and he definitely has his eyes and widows peak, but from the nose down he is all me. Take a look for yourself. &lt;br /&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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvV0aWVvTG8/TknMxN6fUUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FYKz2uGWty4/s1600/DSCN2432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvV0aWVvTG8/TknMxN6fUUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FYKz2uGWty4/s400/DSCN2432.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's me at 6 weeks and his daddy at 6 months. &amp;nbsp;I don't have any of Brent at that early age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WdN6OU7GHw/TknMy-GcpRI/AAAAAAAACvU/4qzLj3b6IBw/s1600/Brent+-+1979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WdN6OU7GHw/TknMy-GcpRI/AAAAAAAACvU/4qzLj3b6IBw/s320/Brent+-+1979.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKlXHv8Pxxc/TknM0XN_geI/AAAAAAAACvY/-GtnBg9Pbs8/s1600/Laura+-+6+weeks+old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKlXHv8Pxxc/TknM0XN_geI/AAAAAAAACvY/-GtnBg9Pbs8/s320/Laura+-+6+weeks+old.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And here's my sister at 6 months just for fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGFQC_O_9wE/TknQ_mnjqvI/AAAAAAAACvc/Lf5-fXHVxlU/s1600/Sarah+-+6+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGFQC_O_9wE/TknQ_mnjqvI/AAAAAAAACvc/Lf5-fXHVxlU/s320/Sarah+-+6+weeks.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what do you think???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/7042195557341204163-5653488832568045191?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5653488832568045191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5653488832568045191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5653488832568045191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5653488832568045191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-does-he-look-like.html' title='Who Does He Look Like?'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvV0aWVvTG8/TknMxN6fUUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FYKz2uGWty4/s72-c/DSCN2432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2471059889115617016</id><published>2011-08-10T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:07:51.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night the Lights Went Out in McGehee</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a much better day! &amp;nbsp;I figured out that the little man was hungry, so we increased his ounces and he's been fun today. Plus, his gas has seemed to not be as much, so that's good too. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I finally have some time to tell everybody about our last week we spent in McGehee. &amp;nbsp;Jackson and I packed up the car last Tuesday and headed south (after a quick lunch with Lindsey and Charlie), and we had the best time. &amp;nbsp;We had to make a detour in Pine Bluff to see Monkey and eat a snack, but he did great traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Mimi and Pops house and got everything in the house. &amp;nbsp;I really looked like we were moving in - bottle warmer, boppy, monitor, clothes for all occasions, breast pump, etc. You get the idea. &amp;nbsp;Nothing exciting happened Tuesday night, except that Jackson was getting some one-on-one time with Pops in the recliner. &amp;nbsp;Wednesday morning, we got up and started getting ready for the Mister's big photo shoot. &amp;nbsp;We were driving to Monticello to let Julie Petty take his picture. &amp;nbsp;I admit I was a little worried about how he would do, but let me tell you - he did GREAT! &amp;nbsp;In fact, this was the day that he has smiled the most. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe he let us dress him up and move him around for two hours. &amp;nbsp;We ordered some great shots and I can't wait to share them online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ma came to our house for lunch and to meet Jackson. &amp;nbsp;She wasn't able to come to the hospital when he was born, so she needed to get some loving from her third great grandchild! Unfortunately he was really fussy that day, which made me feel like a liar after telling her what a wonderful baby he was the day before. &amp;nbsp;Around 3 p.m., me, Mom, Jackson, and Ma were all sitting in the living room when we heard a pop and the lights went out. &amp;nbsp;Ruh-row! &amp;nbsp;Dad was at the hospital and called to say that the entire town of McGehee was without electricity! I must also mention that this past week was the hottest it's ever been - I think Wednesday reached an actual temperature of 114 degrees! &amp;nbsp;Luckily a cloud came up and while the house was getting warm, it wasn't as bad as it could be. &amp;nbsp;Entergy kept saying it would be another 2-3 hours before it came on, so we decided to go to Ma's house and have dinner. &amp;nbsp;So I packed up a few things, and we all got in the car (including Nannie), and went to Wells Bayou. &amp;nbsp;Well, we kept calling Entergy, and they said 2 a.m. would be when the lights were going to come back on. &amp;nbsp;Double ruh-row! &amp;nbsp;Mom and Dad drove back to McGehee to get more formula and the pack-n-play, because we were going to need to have a bunkin' party at Ma's house! &amp;nbsp;Ma had a blow-up twin bed that we put in the kitchen and I was able to get up with Jackson in the middle of the night. &amp;nbsp;In fact - the bed was were the orange Naugahyde couch used to be. &amp;nbsp;(Loved that dang couch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we had a quick breakfast, and then loaded back up to head back to McGehee. Mom and I ate lunch and I went to take a nap. &amp;nbsp;When I woke up a few hours later, I realized that we were once again without electricity! Except today there was no cloud and the house was getting HOT quick! &amp;nbsp;Apparently something major broke the day before at a substation, and the fix had not worked. &amp;nbsp;We could not take the chance to see how long it would be out, so we loaded back up in the car and headed to Monticello to spend the night in the brand new Hampton Inn. &amp;nbsp;Sarah was on her way home from Memphis, so she met us there. &amp;nbsp;I really wanted to go on vacation this summer, but I didn't realize that the Hampton Inn in Monticello was going to be it. &amp;nbsp;FAIL! &amp;nbsp;Actually the room was very new and nice, and Aunt Sarah helped me during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another night away, we packed up and headed back home. &amp;nbsp;We had to get ready for the Sip and See at First Baptist! &amp;nbsp;Our friends wanted to throw a shower for us before J was born, but we couldn't get a time. &amp;nbsp;So the next best thing is having a shower where everybody can see the baby! &amp;nbsp;And he was quite the charmer - except for the major spit up he did on Melissa - he was an angel! &amp;nbsp;Everybody said how cute and pretty he was, and we got some cute things. &amp;nbsp;That afternoon, we were all a little gun shy about the electricity since there was a huge rumor that it was set to go out again that afternoon. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, the lights and AC stayed on, and we got to have some fun family time. I'm pretty sure Aunt Sarah held Jackson all evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I was able to take Jackson to his first "big church"! &amp;nbsp;He even got introduced by Bro. Ed to the entire congregation! &amp;nbsp;He did great during the singing, but he got really fussy as soon as the preaching started, so I walked around with him in the back until church was over. &amp;nbsp;I wanted a few people to see him, and afterwards we went home to have sandwiches. &amp;nbsp;After lunch, a sweet friend from our old church in McGehee came to see us, and we had some other gifts dropped off. &amp;nbsp;Pops grilled hamburgers and we just relaxed at home. &amp;nbsp;I knew though that the fun was coming to an end. &amp;nbsp;The next morning, we loaded up the car, had lunch at the hospital with Pops, and then came back home to Cabot. &amp;nbsp;I know Mimi and Pops were sad to see us go, but Jackson's daddy was really glad to have us home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent has been making fun of me for this novel I've been writing, but I wanted to document all of the fun times we had this past week! Here is the photographic evidence:&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Meeting Ma for the first time. &amp;nbsp;(Jackson's great-grandmother).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykSig9vT9ac/TkMp7OjjLfI/AAAAAAAACuc/S9PBw127f-M/s1600/DSCN2397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykSig9vT9ac/TkMp7OjjLfI/AAAAAAAACuc/S9PBw127f-M/s320/DSCN2397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;When the lights went out, it got warm, so that means the little boy got to take off his shirt. I'm sure it won't be the last time he'll be without a shirt at Mimi and Pops house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Bx6pVbfXZs/TkMqArAh5PI/AAAAAAAACug/BEa4y-5R1YY/s1600/DSCN2399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Bx6pVbfXZs/TkMqArAh5PI/AAAAAAAACug/BEa4y-5R1YY/s320/DSCN2399.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mimi's crepe myrtle.&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/-hbVYwjejTuk/TkMqGhg84NI/AAAAAAAACuk/XYOx3qw99KY/s1600/DSCN2400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbVYwjejTuk/TkMqGhg84NI/AAAAAAAACuk/XYOx3qw99KY/s320/DSCN2400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Having a "bunkin" party at Ma's house. &amp;nbsp;I slept good that night under the window unit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFJFgJaLze0/TkMqMl5kVUI/AAAAAAAACuo/JQE6_qncTGc/s1600/DSCN2402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFJFgJaLze0/TkMqMl5kVUI/AAAAAAAACuo/JQE6_qncTGc/s320/DSCN2402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The pallet we made Jackson - he didn't stay there long though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZw8gCJxNE/TkMqTBOVGtI/AAAAAAAACus/xvaWN1nrohs/s1600/DSCN2403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaZw8gCJxNE/TkMqTBOVGtI/AAAAAAAACus/xvaWN1nrohs/s320/DSCN2403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Meeting Mrs. Vashti, Mrs. Glenn, and Mrs. Mona!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YCcKFtSn5k/TkMqZAyOKnI/AAAAAAAACuw/jo6-wAaYKaU/s1600/DSCN2408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YCcKFtSn5k/TkMqZAyOKnI/AAAAAAAACuw/jo6-wAaYKaU/s320/DSCN2408.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;By the end of the shower, Jackson had gotten fussy, so we just did a family picture! &amp;nbsp;Ma, Me, Jackson, Mom, Nannie, and Sarah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3o8eruFK7vs/TkMqk3nGWXI/AAAAAAAACu4/RR8zNCB-ECk/s1600/DSCN2412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3o8eruFK7vs/TkMqk3nGWXI/AAAAAAAACu4/RR8zNCB-ECk/s320/DSCN2412.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Sarah, Me, and Melissa. &amp;nbsp;Wish I was that tan!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lv1DOvOW404/TkMqq-LonoI/AAAAAAAACu8/AtRYZ1j5Qr8/s1600/DSCN2413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lv1DOvOW404/TkMqq-LonoI/AAAAAAAACu8/AtRYZ1j5Qr8/s320/DSCN2413.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 bought these cute little jeans, but they're still too big, but that didn't stop Sarah and I from dressing him up and trying to take his picture. &amp;nbsp;He was not happy. ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkk64Rl1k0Y/TkMqwJT1q2I/AAAAAAAACvA/XTF8EnIeYAM/s1600/DSCN2416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkk64Rl1k0Y/TkMqwJT1q2I/AAAAAAAACvA/XTF8EnIeYAM/s320/DSCN2416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Four generations. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to still have both of my grandmothers here, and I hope I can be as sweet and lovely as they are!&amp;nbsp;&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/-Q1YJvw0zJqU/TkMq2B_zp0I/AAAAAAAACvE/kIpdRuCy3xM/s1600/DSCN2419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1YJvw0zJqU/TkMq2B_zp0I/AAAAAAAACvE/kIpdRuCy3xM/s320/DSCN2419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 swear he did have clothes on at some point!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeqUIoMsI1U/TkMq8JNjOMI/AAAAAAAACvI/M6uOcAWz2pY/s1600/DSCN2420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeqUIoMsI1U/TkMq8JNjOMI/AAAAAAAACvI/M6uOcAWz2pY/s320/DSCN2420.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's Jackson and his Pops. &amp;nbsp;They were hanging out watching the Hunting Channel and talking about guns. &amp;nbsp;Pops said he can't wait to go 4-wheel riding with his buddy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZacE9V8UXA/TkMrBtusc9I/AAAAAAAACvM/iEZHSJJ8gEI/s1600/DSCN2424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZacE9V8UXA/TkMrBtusc9I/AAAAAAAACvM/iEZHSJJ8gEI/s320/DSCN2424.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;All in all, it was a great time in my hometown - regardless of the "current" going out. &amp;nbsp;I hope Jackson knows just how much he is loved by these sweet friends and family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-2471059889115617016?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2471059889115617016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2471059889115617016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2471059889115617016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2471059889115617016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-lights-went-out-in-mcgehee.html' title='The Night the Lights Went Out in McGehee'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykSig9vT9ac/TkMp7OjjLfI/AAAAAAAACuc/S9PBw127f-M/s72-c/DSCN2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1743601908548200785</id><published>2011-08-09T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:31:30.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's 4 p.m. and I'm still in my night clothes. &amp;nbsp;Seriously - it's been a tough one. &amp;nbsp;Jackson has been fussy since about 4 a.m., and I'm at a loss at what to do. &amp;nbsp;I think it's tummy issues, and thank goodness for gas drops or I think it would be a lot worse. &amp;nbsp;Basically he will get settled down enough to snooze for a few minutes, then he'll wake back up and be fidgety and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much other funny stuff and pictures to post, but I just can't get my mind right about it. &amp;nbsp;Maybe tomorrow will be better! &amp;nbsp;I definitely want to see my happy baby back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1743601908548200785?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1743601908548200785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1743601908548200785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&amp;nbsp;He gained 3 lbs in 3 weeks! I am surprised that he only grew a half inch, but it's probably because he's just now stretching out. &amp;nbsp; He's definitely growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here he is with his teddy bear! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9Mggq8VmkI/TjDFZi0_04I/AAAAAAAACt0/DpmRU69pjec/s1600/DSCN2372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9Mggq8VmkI/TjDFZi0_04I/AAAAAAAACt0/DpmRU69pjec/s400/DSCN2372.JPG" width="300" /&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/-Z8oaV_tyMlo/TjDFfJOe8CI/AAAAAAAACt4/pktIJQHavHo/s1600/DSCN2373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8oaV_tyMlo/TjDFfJOe8CI/AAAAAAAACt4/pktIJQHavHo/s400/DSCN2373.JPG" width="300" /&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/-lKAHIIxJ240/TjDFj2x8jCI/AAAAAAAACt8/eRnnAHHl_wc/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKAHIIxJ240/TjDFj2x8jCI/AAAAAAAACt8/eRnnAHHl_wc/s400/DSCN2374.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Three weeks ago! Look how much he's grown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BMnO9nC_4Ok/TjDKr3S_SaI/AAAAAAAACuY/ccXeBWHtbEY/s1600/DSCN2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BMnO9nC_4Ok/TjDKr3S_SaI/AAAAAAAACuY/ccXeBWHtbEY/s320/DSCN2265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVYHeGlReGI/TjDFuiPkSOI/AAAAAAAACuE/Dxd4POJDqAU/s1600/DSCN2380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVYHeGlReGI/TjDFuiPkSOI/AAAAAAAACuE/Dxd4POJDqAU/s400/DSCN2380.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/-vaf3jx6UN4E/TjDF0o05GjI/AAAAAAAACuI/QUQ2GqDswCg/s1600/DSCN2381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaf3jx6UN4E/TjDF0o05GjI/AAAAAAAACuI/QUQ2GqDswCg/s400/DSCN2381.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;A friend at Brent's work had a party hat and said it would be a cute idea to put it on him on his month birthdays. &amp;nbsp;Brent has been taking the 7 a.m. feeding, so while he was awake (and still in the Miracle Blanket) he snapped his picture. &amp;nbsp;Brent wanted him to frown because he thought it would be funny, but Jackson wouldn't frown this morning. &amp;nbsp;However, tonight after dinner he got really fussy and we took the opportunity to snap some more shots. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we were laughing the whole time, but it didn't last but a minute. &amp;nbsp;You know he's thinking "How in the world did I end up with these jokers." ha!&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiDCXZBRy9s/TjDFT8m6FhI/AAAAAAAACtw/u6HxUSrvFps/s1600/DSCN2365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oiDCXZBRy9s/TjDFT8m6FhI/AAAAAAAACtw/u6HxUSrvFps/s400/DSCN2365.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-BggM6KBZjnk/TjDF6Zb3SeI/AAAAAAAACuM/IZfjSdTp6m8/s1600/DSCN2384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BggM6KBZjnk/TjDF6Zb3SeI/AAAAAAAACuM/IZfjSdTp6m8/s400/DSCN2384.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRJwHplrgBI/TjDGBQhrfpI/AAAAAAAACuQ/leWBxiJv9hc/s1600/DSCN2385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRJwHplrgBI/TjDGBQhrfpI/AAAAAAAACuQ/leWBxiJv9hc/s400/DSCN2385.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ5_smghYgU/TjDGHQuNquI/AAAAAAAACuU/HAweazHWshQ/s1600/DSCN2387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ5_smghYgU/TjDGHQuNquI/AAAAAAAACuU/HAweazHWshQ/s400/DSCN2387.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Today I had to go back to the doctor for my one-month check-up and everything is fine. &amp;nbsp;I also got to spend some time shopping and getting a pedicure. Thanks to Gamma for watching the lil man while Mommy enjoyed some "me" time! It was definitely much needed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1465181958522645535?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1465181958522645535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1465181958522645535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1465181958522645535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1465181958522645535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-month.html' title='One Month!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9Mggq8VmkI/TjDFZi0_04I/AAAAAAAACt0/DpmRU69pjec/s72-c/DSCN2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-949414404264359980</id><published>2011-07-26T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:41:26.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've had Gamma here the past week, and while she's been here, we've Skyped with Aunt Kelly and Cousin Caitlin. &amp;nbsp;After bath time is the best time because Jackson is really wide awake and trying to hold his head up. &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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9EpEMaF5gU/Ti9FVWRdhzI/AAAAAAAACtc/Au9Kh0ET8cs/s1600/DSCN2345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9EpEMaF5gU/Ti9FVWRdhzI/AAAAAAAACtc/Au9Kh0ET8cs/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The other night I needed to cook dinner, so I brought J in the kitchen with me. &amp;nbsp;He was sleepy and I had just thrown the blanket over his legs. &amp;nbsp;Next thing I know he had pulled it up over his head. &amp;nbsp;I snapped this picture before I pulled it off his face. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXLbQxj5mkM/Ti9FbLhK0LI/AAAAAAAACtg/Tizy_MFKCH4/s1600/DSCN2348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXLbQxj5mkM/Ti9FbLhK0LI/AAAAAAAACtg/Tizy_MFKCH4/s320/DSCN2348.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's the little man. He's so cute! (Or I think so anyway).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qRZe2JdiTY/Ti9FhHvRz2I/AAAAAAAACtk/mXVoTLsmsuE/s1600/DSCN2352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qRZe2JdiTY/Ti9FhHvRz2I/AAAAAAAACtk/mXVoTLsmsuE/s320/DSCN2352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Sunday morning was our first time back to church. &amp;nbsp;He got dressed up in his green polo outfit, and was really good during Sunday School. &amp;nbsp;His friend Nathan was there too (born 3 days after him), and there were lots of comparisons made. &amp;nbsp;(Nathan was 10 lbs when he was born!) &amp;nbsp;We only stayed for Sunday school, but I hope this coming week we can make it to service. &amp;nbsp;We're still trying to figure out the feedings and making everything work without disturbing anyone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHD6PJ2xabE/Ti9FmhdvBuI/AAAAAAAACto/DfOcKXMa8Hg/s1600/DSCN2355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cHD6PJ2xabE/Ti9FmhdvBuI/AAAAAAAACto/DfOcKXMa8Hg/s320/DSCN2355.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;My boys after church! &amp;nbsp;Love these two more than words can describe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVmzxJgalXQ/Ti9FsXvaC7I/AAAAAAAACts/JHA32kG5nMQ/s1600/DSCN2356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVmzxJgalXQ/Ti9FsXvaC7I/AAAAAAAACts/JHA32kG5nMQ/s320/DSCN2356.JPG" width="320" /&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/7042195557341204163-949414404264359980?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/949414404264359980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=949414404264359980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/949414404264359980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/949414404264359980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/07/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9EpEMaF5gU/Ti9FVWRdhzI/AAAAAAAACtc/Au9Kh0ET8cs/s72-c/DSCN2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1758004861994512858</id><published>2011-07-23T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:12:50.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Boy is Hungry!</title><content type='html'>Jackson is now three weeks old and I'm finally feeling back to my old self. &amp;nbsp;He is a good baby and sleeps four hours at night, which is really great. &amp;nbsp;But getting to this point was quite a challenge. &amp;nbsp;While we were in the hospital, I was trying my hardest to breastfeed Jackson, but had no idea how difficult it would be. Add to it recovering from major surgery and raging hormones, and I was a mess. &amp;nbsp;The lactation specialist would come by right about the time when I thought I had it figured out and he was nursing good, but then when things melted down in the evening and night time, there wasn't anybody around to help. &amp;nbsp;On the Wednesday after he was born, he was circumcised, which made him very sleepy and wouldn't nurse at all. We had several visitor that afternoon and I was feeling pretty good, but things took a drastic downturn that night around 1 a.m. &amp;nbsp;They brought Jackson to our room and he was having a complete meltdown, which also made him not want to even think about latching on. &amp;nbsp;This, in turn, made mommy have a meltdown, and poor Daddy was trying to calm both of us down. &amp;nbsp;A nurse finally stepped in and figured out that Jackson was really hungry and syringe fed him some formula so that we could get a few hours of rest before the next feeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (Thursday), the lactation specialist came to help us, and she did her best, and he seemed to do well while she was there, but really Jackson was just putting on a show. &amp;nbsp;Because as soon as that lady left, he would not latch and just get so mad. &amp;nbsp;This morning, we were also expected to go home, so once J left to go back to the morning to be evaluated by the on-call physician, Brent and I got our stuff together to go home. &amp;nbsp;Imagine our surprise when we learned that J needed to spend a day at the special "tanning bed" because he was jaundiced. &amp;nbsp;I really believe this is because he was not getting enough to eat. &amp;nbsp;I was very upset, and even though I knew it was common, I was still upset. &amp;nbsp;Can you say HORMONES? Luckily, our insurance would pay for us one more night, so we unpacked the bags and got re-settled. &amp;nbsp;The jaundice treatment caused a new issue with trying to feed though, because when they would bring him to us, we only had one hour with him. &amp;nbsp;So instead of trying to fight with him to get him to feed, I would pump 30 minutes before he came to the room, and then would get him to drink through the nipple shield using a syringe and tiny feeding tube. &amp;nbsp;This allowed the milk to be right there, which he liked because he really did not want to work for his food. &amp;nbsp;Who does! &amp;nbsp;I joked and said that my son really wanted a straw with his milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the following Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;Mom and I loaded Jackson up in the car and went to the pediatrician's office. &amp;nbsp;Shockingly, he was down to 6 lbs, 9 oz. &amp;nbsp;My baby had lost a whole pound - about 13% of his birth weight, which is past the 10 % that the doctors allow. &amp;nbsp;I was upset and beating myself up, but my wonderful doctor told me not to. &amp;nbsp;It's common problem, but we had to nix the nursing to get weight back. &amp;nbsp;So for the next day, we had to syringe feed him an ounce every two hours, and then every other feeding, I would pump to build up my milk. &amp;nbsp;That was rough let me tell you, but I was so glad my mom was here to help. &amp;nbsp;Brent and I couldn't have done it ourselves. &amp;nbsp;(He was back at work by this point). &amp;nbsp;On Thursday, she and I drove to Little Rock to see another lactation specialist, and she was helpful and encouraging. &amp;nbsp;We tried several more times,&amp;nbsp;but at the end of the day,&amp;nbsp;Jackson was just not interested in latching on and feeding. That night we broke out the bottles and decided this was just how it was going to be, and everybody was fine going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the breastfeeding cult out there gives a major guilt-trip to all mothers who choose not to nurse. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to, but couldn't, and I still don't appreciate the guilt. &amp;nbsp;What the materials don't tell you is that lots of babies are bottle-fed and are JUST FINE. &amp;nbsp;Then add on top of that everybody's opinion on breastfeeding, and what you have is information overload on a new mother who is already tired and stressed. &amp;nbsp;My advice to new mom's is to follow your instinct - it'll be right most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know this is boring, but I wanted to document this for my own personal reasons. &amp;nbsp;I hope to download some pictures this week. &amp;nbsp;It's taken me about 4 days to write this, but I want to get better about writing things down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now and it's about time for another feeding! &amp;nbsp;Like I said, this boy is hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1758004861994512858?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1758004861994512858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1758004861994512858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1758004861994512858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1758004861994512858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-boy-is-hungry.html' title='This Boy is Hungry!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-6754242291419457667</id><published>2011-07-09T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:48:12.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Last Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the pictures we've taken since arriving home last Friday. &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;All dressed up and about to leave. &amp;nbsp;But first we have to figure out the car seat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-HzI_VT6w/ThioNRVNJFI/AAAAAAAACrw/RQc_Fhc_KKc/s1600/DSCN2240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-HzI_VT6w/ThioNRVNJFI/AAAAAAAACrw/RQc_Fhc_KKc/s320/DSCN2240.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He came home in an outfit my mom gave him and with the blanket that Nannie made him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c80STO7p7Eg/ThioTFsFzzI/AAAAAAAACr0/BBBemVuvjsQ/s1600/DSCN2245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c80STO7p7Eg/ThioTFsFzzI/AAAAAAAACr0/BBBemVuvjsQ/s320/DSCN2245.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zq5f2ydytP0/ThioYQPfTkI/AAAAAAAACr4/iQa4KrgFiG8/s1600/DSCN2246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zq5f2ydytP0/ThioYQPfTkI/AAAAAAAACr4/iQa4KrgFiG8/s320/DSCN2246.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We were tired by the time we got home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wm2GKW3fPW4/ThioeLIOpcI/AAAAAAAACr8/SjQsw-NpweA/s1600/DSCN2248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wm2GKW3fPW4/ThioeLIOpcI/AAAAAAAACr8/SjQsw-NpweA/s320/DSCN2248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;One tired and happy Daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jY78tzCkjBs/Thioj8BTEmI/AAAAAAAACsA/XR1EVo-jN-A/s1600/DSCN2252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jY78tzCkjBs/Thioj8BTEmI/AAAAAAAACsA/XR1EVo-jN-A/s320/DSCN2252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;One very happy and proud Pops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u1b34WMZ9k/ThiopvGThII/AAAAAAAACsE/76hIVB3-2To/s1600/DSCN2253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u1b34WMZ9k/ThiopvGThII/AAAAAAAACsE/76hIVB3-2To/s320/DSCN2253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 couldn't love this face! &amp;nbsp;Who do you think he looks like?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppmwbafweBc/ThiovnyRLeI/AAAAAAAACsI/J8bbEc0Ip10/s1600/DSCN2254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppmwbafweBc/ThiovnyRLeI/AAAAAAAACsI/J8bbEc0Ip10/s320/DSCN2254.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3g3zzvUCq4/Thio1I0loNI/AAAAAAAACsM/J2SNfUUG3Bo/s1600/DSCN2255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3g3zzvUCq4/Thio1I0loNI/AAAAAAAACsM/J2SNfUUG3Bo/s320/DSCN2255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This may be my favorite onesie - it's so cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_0j7Z4Wnnc/Thio7KOyXuI/AAAAAAAACsQ/e0g-KdPivlY/s1600/DSCN2256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_0j7Z4Wnnc/Thio7KOyXuI/AAAAAAAACsQ/e0g-KdPivlY/s320/DSCN2256.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Last Sunday, Monkey came to visit us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0M1ySrn6pA8/ThipBf5RUfI/AAAAAAAACsU/E7Zt9NgUU50/s1600/DSCN2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0M1ySrn6pA8/ThipBf5RUfI/AAAAAAAACsU/E7Zt9NgUU50/s320/DSCN2262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And then we had to Skype with Gamma, Caitlin, and Aunt Kelly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGmDbJe44xk/ThipGwfPtqI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZaUyBAzpUR8/s1600/DSCN2263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGmDbJe44xk/ThipGwfPtqI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZaUyBAzpUR8/s320/DSCN2263.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;He was a week old in this picture, and not too keen on posing just yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMX9Konc8U/ThipMAoCDnI/AAAAAAAACsc/tZ0cY0i_VII/s1600/DSCN2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMX9Konc8U/ThipMAoCDnI/AAAAAAAACsc/tZ0cY0i_VII/s320/DSCN2265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Hanging out in the bassinet that Grannie made when Brent's Uncle Wyn was born 70 years ago. &amp;nbsp;Since then, all four of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren have used it - including Daddy and Gamma. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdexKqkAMYQ/ThipRHqZhFI/AAAAAAAACsg/aXxk0Nb-5zI/s1600/DSCN2270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdexKqkAMYQ/ThipRHqZhFI/AAAAAAAACsg/aXxk0Nb-5zI/s320/DSCN2270.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;What a face! &amp;nbsp;He might get in trouble later if he looks at me like this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFrYt5izR-A/ThipWtFU3VI/AAAAAAAACsk/lwqs-KZQAQA/s1600/DSCN2277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFrYt5izR-A/ThipWtFU3VI/AAAAAAAACsk/lwqs-KZQAQA/s320/DSCN2277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This is much better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtbMqJPkSrs/Thipct3L8FI/AAAAAAAACso/jRmq_BoB2Hc/s1600/DSCN2278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtbMqJPkSrs/Thipct3L8FI/AAAAAAAACso/jRmq_BoB2Hc/s320/DSCN2278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;There are those eyes! &amp;nbsp;They're still dark blue, so we're waiting to see what color they actually turn. &amp;nbsp;My guess is brown like his Daddy's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxrh3nJSqBg/ThipixBmfoI/AAAAAAAACss/Kp3D0wilgQ0/s1600/DSCN2282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxrh3nJSqBg/ThipixBmfoI/AAAAAAAACss/Kp3D0wilgQ0/s320/DSCN2282.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And speaking of Daddy...here they are having a talk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOL_LBpA20/ThipoX-hlsI/AAAAAAAACsw/UseVNoeWyBc/s1600/DSCN2283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnOL_LBpA20/ThipoX-hlsI/AAAAAAAACsw/UseVNoeWyBc/s320/DSCN2283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-6JSGScV2PwU/ThipuLEaoZI/AAAAAAAACs0/g8rvQ4U5AKE/s1600/DSCN2284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JSGScV2PwU/ThipuLEaoZI/AAAAAAAACs0/g8rvQ4U5AKE/s320/DSCN2284.JPG" width="320" /&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/-9tVQbgU6OZ0/ThipyqQzTcI/AAAAAAAACs4/xpHnq-gC1bM/s1600/DSCN2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tVQbgU6OZ0/ThipyqQzTcI/AAAAAAAACs4/xpHnq-gC1bM/s320/DSCN2285.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;On Tuesday, we made our first outing on Tuesday to see Dr. Fuller. &amp;nbsp;He had to remove my staples, and we were going to run by Target afterwards. &amp;nbsp;Keep in mind that I have not looked like this since this outing. &amp;nbsp;I had help with Jackson so I could get ready.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4H0HsS1hIjQ/Thip4RzoO5I/AAAAAAAACs8/kHl1hzpQKjs/s1600/DSCN2286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4H0HsS1hIjQ/Thip4RzoO5I/AAAAAAAACs8/kHl1hzpQKjs/s320/DSCN2286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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've told many people this, but my wonderful OB is Dr. Dale Fuller. &amp;nbsp;Back in 1979, he began practicing at the old Baptist Memorial Hospital in North Little Rock. &amp;nbsp;My mom was a patient of his, and he actually delivered me, so we've kept it in the family. &amp;nbsp;He is a great Christian man and prayed over me before we did the C-section. &amp;nbsp;I'm so glad he was the one to bring Jackson into the world - safely!&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/-1NHTZfTQo28/Thip-CX-4mI/AAAAAAAACtA/FzD7I14i4iU/s1600/DSCN2289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NHTZfTQo28/Thip-CX-4mI/AAAAAAAACtA/FzD7I14i4iU/s320/DSCN2289.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And of course here is that sweet face. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRoEbQsZlWI/ThiqDUcy4KI/AAAAAAAACtE/AVUrjAbgIb0/s1600/DSCN2292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRoEbQsZlWI/ThiqDUcy4KI/AAAAAAAACtE/AVUrjAbgIb0/s320/DSCN2292.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This might be my new favorite. &amp;nbsp;He's becoming more alert and awake every day. &amp;nbsp;I'm still waiting on a smile at me though. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiIgXxW7BD0/ThiqI4alpWI/AAAAAAAACtI/bFGO0joPe30/s1600/DSCN2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiIgXxW7BD0/ThiqI4alpWI/AAAAAAAACtI/bFGO0joPe30/s320/DSCN2294.JPG" width="320" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7XjfGXYTFg/ThiqOfHJy3I/AAAAAAAACtM/61HUaGndx_s/s1600/DSCN2296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7XjfGXYTFg/ThiqOfHJy3I/AAAAAAAACtM/61HUaGndx_s/s320/DSCN2296.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Yesterday, he and I were snoozing in the recliner and we were about to get up when he threw his arm over his eyes. &amp;nbsp;He actually stayed like this for several minutes, so were able to take a picture. &amp;nbsp;Brent said he used to sleep like this when he was a baby. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvWJ2jtbSeM/ThiqT-gdjvI/AAAAAAAACtQ/ENMXJn697pM/s1600/DSCN2298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvWJ2jtbSeM/ThiqT-gdjvI/AAAAAAAACtQ/ENMXJn697pM/s320/DSCN2298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to document our issues we've had with nursing and feeding, but I'll save that for another day. &amp;nbsp;It's almost supper time and then of course it'll be time to eat again for Mr. Jackson. He's a growing boy and has definitely been hungry a lot today. But I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-6754242291419457667?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6754242291419457667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=6754242291419457667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6754242291419457667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6754242291419457667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-are-pictures-weve-taken-since.html' title='In the Last Two Weeks'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8-HzI_VT6w/ThioNRVNJFI/AAAAAAAACrw/RQc_Fhc_KKc/s72-c/DSCN2240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-9044887779149077455</id><published>2011-07-04T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:14:23.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing Jackson Landon Haywood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Monday morning, June 27, we woke up early after a not-so restful night to head to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;The previous doctors visit determined that not much progress was made, and Dr. Fuller set the induction date for his actual due date. It was nice to have the date set and to have everything ready to go. &amp;nbsp;When we got to Springhill Labor and Delivery, they got us in the room and immediately got changed and hooked up to the monitors. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Fuller got there around 8 a.m. to check me and break my water. &amp;nbsp;I had gotten to 2 cm on my own, and the plan was to get the pitocin started. &amp;nbsp;That stuff is no joke! &amp;nbsp;It wasn't long before I started feeling contractions, but they weren't too bad yet. &amp;nbsp;Mom, Dad, and Sarah got there around 9:30 and it was good to have someone to visit with Brent and I while all of this other was going on. &amp;nbsp;Around 11 a.m., I was beginning to get uncomfortable, so the anesthesiologist came in and got the epitural going. &amp;nbsp;I was good to go by noon, although I was really nervous that I could still wiggle my toes. &amp;nbsp;I didn't realize that you could still feel touch and pressure, just not the pain. &amp;nbsp;Oh and I can't forget that I got a dose of pain meds before that, and it was pretty nice to relax. &amp;nbsp;I may have called it my white zin in the IV. &amp;nbsp;ha! &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;Between the hours of 12 and 4 p.m., I was checked frequently to see how much progress I was making and each time the only number I heard was 4 cm. &amp;nbsp;In fact, gaging from the monitor, the contractions even seemed to taper off. &amp;nbsp;Apparently this is common with epidural, but the pitocin should have made the contractions stronger, not weaker. &amp;nbsp;During this time, they also put a monitor on Jackson's head to closely watch his heart rate. &amp;nbsp;Everytime I moved with the external monitor, it would have to be readjusted. &amp;nbsp;They were somewhat concerned with the dips in his heart rate, so about 5 p.m., Dr. Fuller made the decision to &amp;nbsp;do a Caesarian. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to do whatever necessary to get J here, so we suited up and got ready. &amp;nbsp;They had to get me more numb for surgery, and Brent had to get his lovely outfit on. &amp;nbsp;I did pretty good emotionally until Dr. Fuller prayed for safety over me and Jackson. &amp;nbsp;In my mind, I knew there was some reason that he wasn't coming the natural way, and his health was top priority.&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;&amp;nbsp;At 5:41 p.m., Jackson Landon Haywood was born. &amp;nbsp;He weighed 7 lbs, 9 oz, and was 21 inches long!&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;Surgery was not fun - let me tell you. I anticipated a numbness like you feel at the dentist office, but I could feel all of the tugs and pulls. &amp;nbsp;Plus, my head was uncomfortable, but I really prayed during that time to have patience. &amp;nbsp;Brent was brought in and helped me feel better, and in about 10 minutes from then, they had pulled Jackson out and showed him to me. &amp;nbsp;The first thing I noticed about my son was that he had dimples! &amp;nbsp;He was crying, but not much, so Brent said they basically had to pinch him to get his crying going. &amp;nbsp;ha! He was very alert and pretty quiet at first. &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;It took several more minutes to finish with me, and then they rolled us back to the room where we had several visitors hanging out waiting for us. &amp;nbsp;In addition to Mom, Dad, and Sarah, there was also Monkey Lesli Whitaker, Calvin and Ginger Aldridge who just happened to get there at that time. &amp;nbsp;Immediately, my dad and mom took him and looked him over and I'm pretty sure the spoiling started right then. &amp;nbsp;I was in quite a big of pain, so I got a shot of Demerol, so once that kicked in, I really didn't care who was there. &amp;nbsp;I did get to look at him, but obviously couldn't hold him right away. &amp;nbsp;That really didn't upset me because I was in a lot of pain. &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;After about an hour, everybody went to get something to eat, and Brent and I had some time together with Jackson. &amp;nbsp;We got to our regular maternity ward room around 9 p.m., and I really don't remember much about the rest of the night. &amp;nbsp;One thing I do remember is Brent being absolutely fabulous. &amp;nbsp;He got the privilidge of changing the first poopy diaper and he did great. &amp;nbsp;In fact, he changed all of the diapers for the first couple of days because I was unable to stand much. &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;&amp;nbsp;We thought we were going to get to come home on Thursday, but Jackson was jaundiced, so we had to stay another night. &amp;nbsp;Being in the hospital is like being sucked into a time warp. &amp;nbsp;We barely knew what day it was, and had a few rough nights, but by the grace of God we survived. &amp;nbsp;When I look into that precious face (who is me from the nose down), it makes it all worth it!&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;&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/-AEoM_Jm5cww/Tg_WLAUZfqI/AAAAAAAACqM/UzKB6rNSWrM/s1600/DSCN2205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AEoM_Jm5cww/Tg_WLAUZfqI/AAAAAAAACqM/UzKB6rNSWrM/s400/DSCN2205.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;You can see the dimples here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GD4SLj6AV0/Tg_WQ0iE-HI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Mi6_C30-7uw/s1600/DSCN2219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GD4SLj6AV0/Tg_WQ0iE-HI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Mi6_C30-7uw/s400/DSCN2219.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBOdoQaXvhA/Tg_WWDGQsgI/AAAAAAAACqU/5VxvEWHFNiE/s1600/DSCN2220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBOdoQaXvhA/Tg_WWDGQsgI/AAAAAAAACqU/5VxvEWHFNiE/s400/DSCN2220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;First family picture. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1kaahFOSEU/Tg_WdQNXYzI/AAAAAAAACqY/Drxm90LZq8k/s1600/DSCN2221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b1kaahFOSEU/Tg_WdQNXYzI/AAAAAAAACqY/Drxm90LZq8k/s400/DSCN2221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Thinking hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6fjpTLM6Ks/Tg_WjCQVNyI/AAAAAAAACqc/mcc9t23zmDk/s1600/DSCN2223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6fjpTLM6Ks/Tg_WjCQVNyI/AAAAAAAACqc/mcc9t23zmDk/s400/DSCN2223.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/-03nnHMRg9JA/Tg_Wo4ef9hI/AAAAAAAACqg/je4NiuftUT0/s1600/DSCN2225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03nnHMRg9JA/Tg_Wo4ef9hI/AAAAAAAACqg/je4NiuftUT0/s400/DSCN2225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The next morning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9BX9hAZCrE/Tg_WuQwM4cI/AAAAAAAACqk/YcPgCbBdxEI/s1600/DSCN2227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9BX9hAZCrE/Tg_WuQwM4cI/AAAAAAAACqk/YcPgCbBdxEI/s400/DSCN2227.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 have no idea why they stuck the nose bulb in his swaddle, but it made it in every picture. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fugkWhy4rEo/Tg_WySEPZ2I/AAAAAAAACqo/KFNJlo7bCgQ/s1600/IMG_1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fugkWhy4rEo/Tg_WySEPZ2I/AAAAAAAACqo/KFNJlo7bCgQ/s400/IMG_1125.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mimi was so excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCrm1VU7CRs/Tg_W4Y8j0JI/AAAAAAAACqs/5F7YKZwPHvo/s1600/IMG_1128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCrm1VU7CRs/Tg_W4Y8j0JI/AAAAAAAACqs/5F7YKZwPHvo/s400/IMG_1128.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mimi and Aunt Sarah checking him out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHXEk5eXcM/Tg_W-jH0xEI/AAAAAAAACqw/P1io_kYsA2Q/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrHXEk5eXcM/Tg_W-jH0xEI/AAAAAAAACqw/P1io_kYsA2Q/s400/IMG_1132.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This is one of my favorite pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KdAKWAwseg/Tg_XEA4i4RI/AAAAAAAACq0/rv599ZqO894/s1600/IMG_1133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KdAKWAwseg/Tg_XEA4i4RI/AAAAAAAACq0/rv599ZqO894/s400/IMG_1133.jpg" width="300" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7AyYoKOnDc/Tg_XJUpTrGI/AAAAAAAACq4/nLiw4UABuBE/s1600/IMG_1138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7AyYoKOnDc/Tg_XJUpTrGI/AAAAAAAACq4/nLiw4UABuBE/s400/IMG_1138.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's me post-surgery looking at my son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvXIife5PIQ/Tg_XNwkXieI/AAAAAAAACq8/yZt6cabdYhQ/s1600/IMG_1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvXIife5PIQ/Tg_XNwkXieI/AAAAAAAACq8/yZt6cabdYhQ/s400/IMG_1141.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Aunt Sarah was so excited!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIPKt_YM7No/Tg_XTf-GKxI/AAAAAAAACrA/E8-mb3B99m4/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IIPKt_YM7No/Tg_XTf-GKxI/AAAAAAAACrA/E8-mb3B99m4/s400/IMG_1145.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;So was Pops. &amp;nbsp;Jackson had a picture on Facebook before I even got to hold him! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfMJTqINfG8/Tg_XYVWh0QI/AAAAAAAACrE/eEnuSfGP1pQ/s1600/IMG_1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfMJTqINfG8/Tg_XYVWh0QI/AAAAAAAACrE/eEnuSfGP1pQ/s400/IMG_1150.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Calvin and Ginger came to see us too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy_T0A0b7UU/Tg_XeT6CArI/AAAAAAAACrI/lhP06PF3lmc/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy_T0A0b7UU/Tg_XeT6CArI/AAAAAAAACrI/lhP06PF3lmc/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Jackson's many faces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v29UHAzL3wI/Tg_X37YNySI/AAAAAAAACrg/0UoJvZEtEgU/s1600/IMG_1163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v29UHAzL3wI/Tg_X37YNySI/AAAAAAAACrg/0UoJvZEtEgU/s400/IMG_1163.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There will be more updates as I have the time to do then. &amp;nbsp;We're focued on naps, eating, and surviving right now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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/7042195557341204163-9044887779149077455?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/9044887779149077455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=9044887779149077455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/9044887779149077455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/9044887779149077455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/07/announcing-jackson-landon-haywood.html' title='Announcing Jackson Landon Haywood!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AEoM_Jm5cww/Tg_WLAUZfqI/AAAAAAAACqM/UzKB6rNSWrM/s72-c/DSCN2205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-6305952896304323482</id><published>2011-06-26T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:12:42.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day - 40 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIuVSdYjOws/Tge3Rf-tLuI/AAAAAAAACqI/bSc8YLiY-Pg/s1600/DSCN2198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIuVSdYjOws/Tge3Rf-tLuI/AAAAAAAACqI/bSc8YLiY-Pg/s400/DSCN2198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent our last weekend together doing lots of fun things, and a few projects as well. t We had a yummy dinner at Copeland's, went to the movies and saw The Hangover Part II and Bad Teacher, did some light house cleaning, worked in the flower beds, watched more movies at home, and slept late. &amp;nbsp; We laughed because everybody kept saying "Enjoy your last moments together"...like one or both of us is about to go to prison. &amp;nbsp;ha! &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 must admit that I am very anxious, but I am trusting in God more than I ever have before. &amp;nbsp;Lots of people go through this every day, and we are certainly capable of doing it as well. &amp;nbsp;But please feel free to pray for us tomorrow as we welcome our son into this world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-6305952896304323482?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6305952896304323482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=6305952896304323482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6305952896304323482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6305952896304323482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-40-weeks.html' title='The Last Day - 40 Weeks!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIuVSdYjOws/Tge3Rf-tLuI/AAAAAAAACqI/bSc8YLiY-Pg/s72-c/DSCN2198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1512812275484978723</id><published>2011-06-24T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:17:20.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Mommy Grow</title><content type='html'>There's a page in Jackson's baby book for a picture of me while pregnant. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to have a record of how I grew each month and week, so I designed one to go in the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5zG7QoI_M8/TgTTf8qH8YI/AAAAAAAACqE/NE343hS_G7E/s1600/Laura+growing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5zG7QoI_M8/TgTTf8qH8YI/AAAAAAAACqE/NE343hS_G7E/s640/Laura+growing.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 started in February because that's when I think I started actually looking pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Some people have even told me that I didn't really have a big belly until here at the very end, and I'm not really sure how I managed to look bigger in week 38 than in week 39. &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'll take the final picture for the book on Monday morning before we head to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;So far, that's still the plan. &amp;nbsp;I haven't had any indication that it will be sooner than that, but I'm totally fine with it. &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;&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/7042195557341204163-1512812275484978723?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1512812275484978723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1512812275484978723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1512812275484978723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1512812275484978723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/watch-mommy-grow.html' title='Watch Mommy Grow'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5zG7QoI_M8/TgTTf8qH8YI/AAAAAAAACqE/NE343hS_G7E/s72-c/Laura+growing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-6355034475797049593</id><published>2011-06-21T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:53:04.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPy8u0MP504/Tf_5fY7jQ3I/AAAAAAAACpw/063m6Os6Uuk/s1600/DSCN2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPy8u0MP504/Tf_5fY7jQ3I/AAAAAAAACpw/063m6Os6Uuk/s400/DSCN2191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Size of Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;7+ pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight gain:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;We're not going to discuss this at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are only a few things that are still fitting and are long enough. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for summer and Maxi dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's run out of room to do much moving, but when it does, my stomach looks like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Miss:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walking without something hurting; Blue Moon, sleeping on my stomach, good TV shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cravings:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still no cravings. &amp;nbsp;I have begun to realize that after this kid gets here, Mommy and Daddy will have to go on a diet very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've had a few irregular contractions, and Dr. Fuller said I've been having more than I realize. &amp;nbsp;There are other symptoms that labor is coming, but I won't discuss those on this public forum for your sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment since the last one:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Realizing that this time next week, we will probably be coming home with our precious son! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I went to the doctor this morning, and was thinned out and dilated to 1 1\2. &amp;nbsp;This is good progress seeing that last week I was about 1\2 cm dilated. &amp;nbsp;He said that by Monday, I should be at a 2 or past there, which is fine for induction. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't want me to go past my due date, which happens to turn out to be Monday! &amp;nbsp;We have to be at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. to get this party started. &amp;nbsp;Of course anything could happen between now and then, but I'm happy with the induction. &amp;nbsp;(Or the planner in me is happy about having a game plan). &amp;nbsp; Brent finally finished his class yesterday, so we have several days to spend together before our lives change forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;In other news, I've received a few gifts this week and they are too cute not to share! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This linen outfit will be perfect next Easter - if he cooperates and doesn't get too big for it before then!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7MNf-mnOEs/TgD1lMufftI/AAAAAAAACp4/R2w4rImj2jY/s1600/DSCN2193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7MNf-mnOEs/TgD1lMufftI/AAAAAAAACp4/R2w4rImj2jY/s400/DSCN2193.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;If it looks right, I hope to bring him home in this outfit that my mom got for him. &amp;nbsp;I had hit monogrammed and plan to frame it later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxLzsP4oL3o/TgD1qsqQ-9I/AAAAAAAACp8/Zgd3D-MxTv4/s1600/DSCN2194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxLzsP4oL3o/TgD1qsqQ-9I/AAAAAAAACp8/Zgd3D-MxTv4/s320/DSCN2194.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Aunt Kay sent me this - a tribute to my farming heritage! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuIYFYsl90o/TgD1wVvFGFI/AAAAAAAACqA/s3f3TT_vTKs/s1600/DSCN2196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuIYFYsl90o/TgD1wVvFGFI/AAAAAAAACqA/s3f3TT_vTKs/s320/DSCN2196.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-6355034475797049593?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6355034475797049593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=6355034475797049593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6355034475797049593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6355034475797049593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/39-weeks.html' title='39 Weeks!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPy8u0MP504/Tf_5fY7jQ3I/AAAAAAAACpw/063m6Os6Uuk/s72-c/DSCN2191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8966381661206396463</id><published>2011-06-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:27:59.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my own Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_vl_rIy0ss/Tf69I2ubFLI/AAAAAAAACpo/s7a3rOlqGSY/s1600/dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_vl_rIy0ss/Tf69I2ubFLI/AAAAAAAACpo/s7a3rOlqGSY/s320/dad.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And to the man who will become one in the next week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1ZD1JC7-1U/Tf69xDSxxTI/AAAAAAAACps/hn2SQgWYZ7U/s1600/DSCN2064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1ZD1JC7-1U/Tf69xDSxxTI/AAAAAAAACps/hn2SQgWYZ7U/s320/DSCN2064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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'm too hormonal right now to explain how much I love both of these men and how much I can't wait to see my own son with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8966381661206396463?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8966381661206396463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8966381661206396463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8966381661206396463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8966381661206396463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_vl_rIy0ss/Tf69I2ubFLI/AAAAAAAACpo/s7a3rOlqGSY/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5515515130646144431</id><published>2011-06-15T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:25:54.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm huge!&amp;nbsp; It's seriously time to have this baby.&amp;nbsp; No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mW95JlBpyVw/TfkD5C-uqmI/AAAAAAAACpg/KG5d6rThBTk/s1600/38+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mW95JlBpyVw/TfkD5C-uqmI/AAAAAAAACpg/KG5d6rThBTk/s400/38+weeks.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 was very anxious about today's appointment because I had no idea what to expect. &amp;nbsp;I had one last ultrasound, and Jackson is estimated at 7 lbs, 7 oz, which is a little above the 50% percentile. &amp;nbsp;I was expecting bigger, but very good. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't have much room left to move around, but everything was good. &amp;nbsp;So then I saw the nurse practitioner (my doc is on vacation this week). &amp;nbsp;She said I was about 75% effaced, but not any more dilated than a fingertip. &amp;nbsp;So the plan now is to go back in on Tuesday and have Dr. Fuller check me again to see if any more progress has been made and I guess to make a game plan. &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;&amp;nbsp;Brent is glad for the few extra days though so he can finish his class, so at least I can help him out in that regard. &amp;nbsp;I know it's only a few more days, but it feels like a lifetime from now! &amp;nbsp;I must admit that I'm disappointed tonight, but as I was cleaning the kitchen, I prayed for patience and was reminded that God is in the details. &amp;nbsp;He knows exactly when and how when Jackson will be here and I don't have any control over it, and must trust Him completely in this.&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;&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/7042195557341204163-5515515130646144431?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5515515130646144431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5515515130646144431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5515515130646144431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5515515130646144431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mW95JlBpyVw/TfkD5C-uqmI/AAAAAAAACpg/KG5d6rThBTk/s72-c/38+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-1434874079745805458</id><published>2011-06-14T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:15:09.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Because I'm too tired to form complete paragraphs, I think I'll do a bullet list.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;June is a very popular month to have babies.&amp;nbsp; Right now, there is a race between me and three other friends who are all due around the same time.&amp;nbsp; Of course, one is a few days late, and one is 10 days behind me, but we're all hoping that it will be NOW!&amp;nbsp; We've joked in Sunday School about taking bets on when the babies will be here. I am going to be mad if I'm last though - ha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've made a few pregnancy analogies over the past several months that I don't want to forget:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being pregnant is like riding a roller coaster.&amp;nbsp; You wait in line forever to get on the ride, and you're SO excited when it's your turn to click the seat belt.&amp;nbsp; It's all so fun with the first dips, turns, and speed, but then you realize you have to go down that extremely long 80 foot drop going 100 mph.&amp;nbsp; That's when thoughts of "I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE" start going through your mind.&amp;nbsp; But it's too late.&amp;nbsp; You're already headed in that direction and you have no choice but to finish what you started.&amp;nbsp; You also know that at the end, you'll feel the adrenaline and excitement.&amp;nbsp; And you'll probably also want to get in line to ride again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the past month, it's been very difficult to move from side to side while laying down in the bed.&amp;nbsp; In fact, getting up from being on my back hurts and I usually have to grab onto something for leverage.&amp;nbsp; I told Brent that I felt like a turtle that has ended upside down on its shell with its arms and legs waving in the air.&amp;nbsp; Not a pretty site, but fairly accurate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A watched pot never boils.&amp;nbsp; And a 9 1\2 pregnant woman with not much work to do never seems to have that baby.&amp;nbsp; That's what I feel like right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm watching the pot, heat's on low, and there are NO bubbles.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to be thankful for this time, but I'm ready to get this show on the road! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want to tell off all those people who've told me "You'll have this baby before it gets really hot outside."&amp;nbsp; My question to them now is "What is really hot?"&amp;nbsp; Is it 130 degrees?&amp;nbsp; Hello, HELL, nice to be here!&amp;nbsp; ha!&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness someone at work got the memo and turned down the AC on my floor.&amp;nbsp; I was getting that wild look in my eyes every day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's all for right now.&amp;nbsp; I will post an update after I visit the doctor tomorrow afternoon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-1434874079745805458?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/1434874079745805458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=1434874079745805458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1434874079745805458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/1434874079745805458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-6250227759678575120</id><published>2011-06-09T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:56:20.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6eZ2COmb6BU/Te7YT_dfmMI/AAAAAAAACpc/bL_lXmKwAMw/s1600/DSCN2188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6eZ2COmb6BU/Te7YT_dfmMI/AAAAAAAACpc/bL_lXmKwAMw/s400/DSCN2188.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Well, we're in the countdown phase.&amp;nbsp; I went to the doctor yesterday and was 50% effaced and 1\2 cm dilated.&amp;nbsp; Yay for progress!&amp;nbsp; So the plan is to go back next Wednesday and I'll have one last ultrasound to see how big he is.&amp;nbsp; If I'm dilated to 2 cm, then the induction will be scheduled for Monday, June 20th.&amp;nbsp; If I'm not at a 2 by then, it will most likely be scheduled for his due day, June 27th.&amp;nbsp; I was glad that my mom got to go with me yesterday too. When he checked me, I think I tried to come off the table it hurt so bad, but then afterwards I got tickled because I just remember my mom (from behind the curtain in the corner) saying "Breathe! Breathe!" ha!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I need to watch some lamaze videos this week!&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;We are so excited to meet Jackson and can't wait to see his precious face.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I've been pregnant for 100 months, but at the same time, it has flown by.&amp;nbsp; I definitely am ready to feel somewhat normal again though (aka - bend over and pick something up without grunting).&amp;nbsp; It's just not pretty. &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 don't really have much left to do - just minor stuff that if he does come won't matter.&amp;nbsp; I've got my bag out and things are starting to pile up in it, but I will pack it for sure this weekend. Brent is working fast and furious to get his first summer class finished, and will be done with 90% of the work by the 19th.&amp;nbsp; So you can imagine that he is really wanting J to stay put until the 20th.&amp;nbsp; We are praying that God works out all of this according to His timing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-6250227759678575120?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/6250227759678575120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=6250227759678575120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6250227759678575120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/6250227759678575120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6eZ2COmb6BU/Te7YT_dfmMI/AAAAAAAACpc/bL_lXmKwAMw/s72-c/DSCN2188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-2837795866123582939</id><published>2011-06-04T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:52:29.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cute Stuff for Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've gotten some very cute things for Jackson at my showers and afterwards, and I wanted to show them off. &amp;nbsp;This is a precious monogrammed linen bib and monogrammed shoes. &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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ger01D6A96c/Teqv75ljCPI/AAAAAAAACo4/7SjsvG3SCAk/s1600/DSCN2179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ger01D6A96c/Teqv75ljCPI/AAAAAAAACo4/7SjsvG3SCAk/s400/DSCN2179.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 finally got all of the pieces for the changing table together, and I'm so happy with how it turned out. &amp;nbsp;I love the picture frame, and I found the changing pad covers on Etsy that matches the bedding perfectly. &amp;nbsp;I also found some cute monthly onesie stickers that match his nursery colors on Etsy as well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmA456BN8v8/TeqwBAYM_rI/AAAAAAAACo8/WWVziDGq2LY/s1600/DSCN2180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmA456BN8v8/TeqwBAYM_rI/AAAAAAAACo8/WWVziDGq2LY/s400/DSCN2180.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our good friend Leara Beth made this super darling canvas for his room. &amp;nbsp;Once I find an appropriate hook, I've got plans to hang it on the door.&amp;nbsp;&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/-giNcgx4ELEE/TeqwGsh16mI/AAAAAAAACpA/2NfjS9-gX0c/s1600/DSCN2181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giNcgx4ELEE/TeqwGsh16mI/AAAAAAAACpA/2NfjS9-gX0c/s400/DSCN2181.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;In the last post about the "officery", I realized that I never really showed why we called it that. &amp;nbsp;We left the office up in the room, and it all has fit perfectly. &amp;nbsp;There's room for my stuff, Brent's school work, and of course all of Jackson's stuff. &amp;nbsp;&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/-3SHGi7chewg/TeqwL19HQEI/AAAAAAAACpE/2iJ4wZpvJmE/s1600/DSCN2182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SHGi7chewg/TeqwL19HQEI/AAAAAAAACpE/2iJ4wZpvJmE/s400/DSCN2182.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Sarah Clements made this blanket for Jackson - all while she was pregnant with her second child, Adam. &amp;nbsp;It'll be perfect to throw down and let Jackson have tummy time and play time on. &amp;nbsp;&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/-PNM1J-JJsE4/TeqwRfKC4II/AAAAAAAACpI/DO_GU7oOgoA/s1600/DSCN2183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNM1J-JJsE4/TeqwRfKC4II/AAAAAAAACpI/DO_GU7oOgoA/s400/DSCN2183.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;In May, the weather was a little rocky, a little cool, and some days were very nice. &amp;nbsp;HOWEVER. &amp;nbsp;June got here and dang if it didn't get H-O-T. &amp;nbsp;I've had so many people tell me "Oh you'll be so glad that you'll have this baby before it gets really hot." &amp;nbsp;Seriously? What is considered really hot? &amp;nbsp;130 degrees? &amp;nbsp;Dang! &amp;nbsp;I am glad I don't have to be pregnant through the entire summer. &amp;nbsp;And because it's finally summer, I had to put up my new Summer flag that I got at Easter. &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/-UvpUPvzR__M/TeqwXSSGl5I/AAAAAAAACpM/J5gHcIEh78U/s1600/DSCN2184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvpUPvzR__M/TeqwXSSGl5I/AAAAAAAACpM/J5gHcIEh78U/s400/DSCN2184.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/-24uRFYdY88g/TeqwdqeEbEI/AAAAAAAACpQ/VRSW0QP1oAM/s1600/DSCN2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24uRFYdY88g/TeqwdqeEbEI/AAAAAAAACpQ/VRSW0QP1oAM/s400/DSCN2185.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also like the way people say "Oh you really need to rest." Yes, but it is so hard when there are things that need to be done at home that can't be done during the week. &amp;nbsp;This morning, I got up and dusted, vacuumed, picked up the kitchen, finished some laundry, went to water aerobics, and then I went outside &amp;nbsp;(yes, in this crazy heat) to work in the flower bed. &amp;nbsp;I should have taken a before picture, but it was really really bad. &amp;nbsp;The weeds were growing taller than the actual plants! &amp;nbsp;Since I can't actually bend over to pull weeds, I got the hoe out and started chopping. &amp;nbsp;It went quicker than I thought, so I was done in about an hour. &amp;nbsp;In the next week, I'm going to put down some weed prevention and more mulch, and hopefully this will last me through the rest of the summer. &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;Here are my hostas that are huge! &amp;nbsp;We'll see how they make it through the hot summer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ26EWyGq-8/Teqwk8CXXqI/AAAAAAAACpU/Sdkc_9LJ8dM/s1600/DSCN2186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ26EWyGq-8/Teqwk8CXXqI/AAAAAAAACpU/Sdkc_9LJ8dM/s400/DSCN2186.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;And this was them back in April. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing what a lot of rain and sun will do for them? Crazy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSlibpr8mKw/Teqx2eFKDDI/AAAAAAAACpY/b0YphLZA3uo/s1600/DSCN1983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSlibpr8mKw/Teqx2eFKDDI/AAAAAAAACpY/b0YphLZA3uo/s400/DSCN1983.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 know this is a random post, but Brent has been diligently working on homework today. &amp;nbsp;While I was busy this morning, I've been a little bored this afternoon. &amp;nbsp;There's not much on TV that's worth watching, and there's only so many times I can check Facebook. &amp;nbsp;But I am looking forward to a busy week coming up - at least it will help it pass quickly. &amp;nbsp;I really can't believe I'm almost 37 weeks. &amp;nbsp; I'm so ready for Jackson to get here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-2837795866123582939?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/2837795866123582939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=2837795866123582939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2837795866123582939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/2837795866123582939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-cute-stuff-for-jackson.html' title='More Cute Stuff for Jackson'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ger01D6A96c/Teqv75ljCPI/AAAAAAAACo4/7SjsvG3SCAk/s72-c/DSCN2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-5669567761209035886</id><published>2011-06-02T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:41:47.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks and a Visit from Lila the Niece-Dog</title><content type='html'>In my non-pregnant days, I always assumed that when someone says they're 9 months pregnant, it means they're about to have a baby any day now.&amp;nbsp; Not necessarily true!&amp;nbsp; If a women goes to 40 weeks, and you do the math, that's 10 months!&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp; I'm officially 9 months pregnant and I feel every month of it.&amp;nbsp; Jackson is getting bigger and has dropped significantly in the past two days.&amp;nbsp; Last week the doctor said that he's probably already 7 pounds, and we still have a few weeks go to!&amp;nbsp; Jackson definitely has some big and tall genetics, and I'm so anxious to see who he looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBBVuzMyJyc/TeWaQSg_5fI/AAAAAAAACos/2WP6ssNryfk/s1600/DSCN2171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBBVuzMyJyc/TeWaQSg_5fI/AAAAAAAACos/2WP6ssNryfk/s400/DSCN2171.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Size of Jackson:&lt;/strong&gt; 7+ pounds!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight gain:&lt;/strong&gt; 25 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; The shirts that I had been wearing the past month are now too short, so I'm having to resort to pairing the dresses with pants.&amp;nbsp; Not necessarily the most attractive thing, but it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; He's very active and is still kicking, but I think he's running out of room to do much moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Miss:&lt;/strong&gt; Good, uninterrupted sleep on my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I know the sleep won't get any better, but I'll take 2-3 hours of being flat on my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I also miss being able to move around easily and without huffing and puffing.&amp;nbsp; I know there are some people who say they just love being pregnant.&amp;nbsp; I will say that I've loved it about 75% of the time.&amp;nbsp; The best part will be when he gets here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cravings:&lt;/strong&gt; Still no cravings, although I have had to curb my salt intake because it makes me swell up like a blow fish.&amp;nbsp; Especially when I'm at work with my feet down all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh at this point, I think everything is a symptom.&amp;nbsp; I'm very nervous about the next phase because I'm not quite sure what to expect.&amp;nbsp; In the past few days, I've not felt that great.&amp;nbsp; It's a combination of exhaustion, the heat, the baby dropping, and allergies. I went to the doctor yesterday, and there hasn't been any progress made.&amp;nbsp; I kinda felt relieved because I know it's better for him to stay in there longer, and it also gives his daddy time to finish school work!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment since the last one:&lt;/strong&gt; When my parents were here two weeks ago, my mom finally got to feel him kick!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, we met Sarah and Josh and picked up their dog Lila.&amp;nbsp; She is a dachshund puppy and they didn't want to board her during their week-long stay at the beach, so we volunteered to keep her.&amp;nbsp; It really has been fun playing with her, and although I do wish we could have a dog, I know this house isn't the one where we will do that.&amp;nbsp; We can't let her outside by herself because we don't have a fence, and we've had the hardest time getting her to go #2 in the yard.&amp;nbsp; But the best part is when she's snuggled with me in the evenings and when we're playing and she makes Brent and I laugh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Rjgrmscvk/TeWaWGXsZNI/AAAAAAAACow/B2lIRhUDmRU/s1600/DSCN2172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Rjgrmscvk/TeWaWGXsZNI/AAAAAAAACow/B2lIRhUDmRU/s400/DSCN2172.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;She's so playful and wants to give kisses all the time.&amp;nbsp; I will miss her when she goes home tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YBbA8A67NU/TeWab6vxj_I/AAAAAAAACo0/hZV-9nZVzF8/s1600/DSCN2175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YBbA8A67NU/TeWab6vxj_I/AAAAAAAACo0/hZV-9nZVzF8/s400/DSCN2175.JPG" width="400px" /&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/7042195557341204163-5669567761209035886?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/5669567761209035886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=5669567761209035886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5669567761209035886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/5669567761209035886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/06/36-weeks-and-visit-from-lila-niece-dog.html' title='36 Weeks and a Visit from Lila the Niece-Dog'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBBVuzMyJyc/TeWaQSg_5fI/AAAAAAAACos/2WP6ssNryfk/s72-c/DSCN2171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8670982452999504701</id><published>2011-05-23T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:17:37.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A few weeks ago, Brent showed me a video that Google made. Of course it made me cry because it was about a new father creating an email address for his new child. This email address became a journal of sorts for him to share with her when she was older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/R4vkVHijdQk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4vkVHijdQk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4vkVHijdQk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So Brent, already being the good daddy that he is, created one for Jackson.&amp;nbsp; The address is &lt;a href="mailto:dear.jackson.haywood@gmail.com"&gt;dear.jackson.haywood@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, and anybody can send him an email.&amp;nbsp; We'll keep up with them and put them together in a book for him one day when he's grown.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying to think about what I want to say to him in that first letter, and I guess I need to get it together soon.&amp;nbsp; One thing I keep going to is the song "Words I Would Say" by Sidewalk Prophets.&amp;nbsp; They sing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong in the Lord and,&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope,&lt;br /&gt;You're going to do great things,&lt;br /&gt;I already know,&lt;br /&gt;God's got His hand on you so,&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life in fear,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget why you're here,&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and pray,&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I would say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He could be here in 3-4 weeks, and I'm so ready to see his little face and love on him.&amp;nbsp; And I know the Lord has great things planned for his life.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get it started! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8670982452999504701?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8670982452999504701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8670982452999504701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8670982452999504701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8670982452999504701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-jackson.html' title='Dear Jackson'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-3117979617773614705</id><published>2011-05-19T10:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:21:45.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week, we had a cluster of showers to welcome Jackson into our family.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help feeling a bit overwhelmed at all of the effort our friends made for us, and I'm so thankful for it!&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;On Thursday, my lovely work friends put together a lovely shower for us.&amp;nbsp; They did a great job with the food and set-up, and we laughed that it was odd that I wasn't there to help set up (since I am the SPP party planner).&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;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p-U65EqEN0/TdP4q5IlHoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/RLW7yHkJONM/s1600/DSCN2051.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p-U65EqEN0/TdP4q5IlHoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/RLW7yHkJONM/s320/DSCN2051.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The gift table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-bnEGzXeE/TdP4rktox5I/AAAAAAAACnU/beWWHUzsUVQ/s1600/DSCN2053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-bnEGzXeE/TdP4rktox5I/AAAAAAAACnU/beWWHUzsUVQ/s400/DSCN2053.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;My long-time friend Lisa Wiley made this cute diaper cake in the same colors that matches Jackson's room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WB00NC8d4r0/TdP4sT0KoJI/AAAAAAAACnY/g_-ZaslqqPA/s1600/DSCN2054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WB00NC8d4r0/TdP4sT0KoJI/AAAAAAAACnY/g_-ZaslqqPA/s400/DSCN2054.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's one of the hostess gifts - the bouncy seat!&amp;nbsp; I really felt funny because I am not used to being the center of attention, especially at work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94JXsHnWQY4/TdP4tH8CBXI/AAAAAAAACnc/xjSGBtwOcNM/s1600/DSCN2062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94JXsHnWQY4/TdP4tH8CBXI/AAAAAAAACnc/xjSGBtwOcNM/s400/DSCN2062.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Brent came to this shower because I had invited some other guys that I'm friends with, but they couldn't come.&amp;nbsp; So guess what - he was the only male there!&amp;nbsp; He did like he always does and kept everyone around him in stitches.&amp;nbsp; He even modeled the cute diaper bag we got.&amp;nbsp; But the funniest thing was that there were several items that he said "What's that" when I opened them.&amp;nbsp; Oh boy do we have a reality check coming! &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;(He was modeling holding the baby and the diaper bag at the same time!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKNttZxD3jA/TdP4uNMZbMI/AAAAAAAACng/PQs5KLZegFs/s1600/DSCN2064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKNttZxD3jA/TdP4uNMZbMI/AAAAAAAACng/PQs5KLZegFs/s400/DSCN2064.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here are the hostesses for the party:&amp;nbsp; Lamona Lawrence, Wendy Reynolds, Dawn-Marie Coggins, Lisa Wiley, Tara Bittle, and Elizabeth Solano.&amp;nbsp; They are each good friends and I'm so lucky to get to have these friendships at work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDCYAFH5iVs/TdP4uzkqBTI/AAAAAAAACnk/zPiZp_EF_zI/s1600/DSCN2066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDCYAFH5iVs/TdP4uzkqBTI/AAAAAAAACnk/zPiZp_EF_zI/s400/DSCN2066.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;So on Saturday afternoon, my parents came to my house and we hung out around the house.&amp;nbsp; On Sunday morning, we got up and went to church.&amp;nbsp; Here I am at my 34 week picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkfL60anC-Y/TdP4vlzAyaI/AAAAAAAACno/n7jNVr-ClVY/s1600/DSCN2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkfL60anC-Y/TdP4vlzAyaI/AAAAAAAACno/n7jNVr-ClVY/s400/DSCN2068.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;After church, we had a BBQ lunch for me and the two other ladies who are due in June, Ashley McDonald and Nicarah Wooten.&amp;nbsp; We are all having boys within a few weeks of each other!&amp;nbsp; There are two more ladies who are due later in the summer, and one who is due in the fall.&amp;nbsp; We are a fertile bunch that's for sure!&amp;nbsp; Calvin and Ginger provided the meal, and it was so good! Grandpa's BBQ may be my favorite in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Axi4U9rMufA/TdP4wb7xVuI/AAAAAAAACns/ZcPe_mdGQk0/s1600/DSCN2070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Axi4U9rMufA/TdP4wb7xVuI/AAAAAAAACns/ZcPe_mdGQk0/s400/DSCN2070.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's all the loot - split between three couples of course.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANatgMR3qQs/TdP4xKJm_sI/AAAAAAAACnw/rfFciaejSIo/s1600/DSCN2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANatgMR3qQs/TdP4xKJm_sI/AAAAAAAACnw/rfFciaejSIo/s400/DSCN2072.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;One of my favorite people ever:&amp;nbsp; Ginger Aldridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkvPfJCC4FI/TdP4x3sY_GI/AAAAAAAACn0/AzUJMyXKAP8/s1600/DSCN2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KkvPfJCC4FI/TdP4x3sY_GI/AAAAAAAACn0/AzUJMyXKAP8/s400/DSCN2080.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Here's all the preggo's:&amp;nbsp; Ashley, me, and Nicarah.&amp;nbsp; Soon we'll be welcoming Joshua, Jackson, and Nathan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W62b5wE1rY/TdP4yqZ2WFI/AAAAAAAACn4/-vB8dBth4MM/s1600/DSCN2082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W62b5wE1rY/TdP4yqZ2WFI/AAAAAAAACn4/-vB8dBth4MM/s400/DSCN2082.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;After lunch, we headed back home where Sarah and Josh were waiting for us.&amp;nbsp; They had come to town that day just so Sarah could go to my next shower.&amp;nbsp; I had a "friend" shower at Lindsey Gray's house from 3-5 that same Sunday afternoon, and it was so fun seeing some of my college and post-college friends.&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/-J5xIyZ4lhAI/TdP4zazo37I/AAAAAAAACn8/qF93rs4Dl2A/s1600/DSCN2084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5xIyZ4lhAI/TdP4zazo37I/AAAAAAAACn8/qF93rs4Dl2A/s400/DSCN2084.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The hostesses:&amp;nbsp; Janery Barnes, Lindsey Gray, Terri Cross, Monkey Williams, and Mandy Yates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuxYyNdw_Kc/TdP40tFvHsI/AAAAAAAACoA/CXpVDtKV4Ok/s1600/DSCN2086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuxYyNdw_Kc/TdP40tFvHsI/AAAAAAAACoA/CXpVDtKV4Ok/s400/DSCN2086.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The super cute diaper cake!&amp;nbsp; I hate to take all of these apart because they are too precious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEtGnzCnCH4/TdP41kUDRiI/AAAAAAAACoE/8ghpDEGfIaE/s1600/DSCN2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEtGnzCnCH4/TdP41kUDRiI/AAAAAAAACoE/8ghpDEGfIaE/s400/DSCN2087.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;These cupcakes were the hit of the party!&amp;nbsp; My secretly crafty friend Monkey made them.&amp;nbsp; They're vanilla cupcakes, and the tops are cut marshmallows dipped in colored sugar.&amp;nbsp; She said they are very time consuming, so I am very honored that she made some for the party.&amp;nbsp; They are also tasty too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFaoLKQ3ESY/TdP42Zdpy3I/AAAAAAAACoI/TATOhIGUxcc/s1600/DSCN2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFaoLKQ3ESY/TdP42Zdpy3I/AAAAAAAACoI/TATOhIGUxcc/s400/DSCN2088.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Aunt Sarah, Mimi, and me.&amp;nbsp; I should have taken a picture of it, but my sister got me a silver necklace with Jackson's name on it.&amp;nbsp; I haven't decided if I'm going to start wearing it yet, or wait until after he arrives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_793kaTcxLI/TdP43yEyV0I/AAAAAAAACoQ/7zrzEx-hOl4/s1600/DSCN2091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_793kaTcxLI/TdP43yEyV0I/AAAAAAAACoQ/7zrzEx-hOl4/s400/DSCN2091.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Brent will probably not approve, but he doesn't have a choice in this!&amp;nbsp; This is too precious! Whoever said boy clothes are not fun hasn't ever shopped for a little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXD045fA_hA/TdP44ZFunBI/AAAAAAAACoU/LsROdYYeixk/s1600/DSCN2145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXD045fA_hA/TdP44ZFunBI/AAAAAAAACoU/LsROdYYeixk/s400/DSCN2145.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Brent's mom (aka Gamma) crocheted this beautiful afghan in his room colors.&amp;nbsp; It will be the perfect blanket for him to grow with.&amp;nbsp; (It's also Razorback, Panther, and Owl colors!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0s3fzKfSfpc/TdP45NSsSLI/AAAAAAAACoY/Qu1OmntXbBI/s1600/DSCN2151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0s3fzKfSfpc/TdP45NSsSLI/AAAAAAAACoY/Qu1OmntXbBI/s400/DSCN2151.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;All of the goodies that I got.&amp;nbsp; The only things that are left to get is the car seat\stroller ("travel system"), a mattress pad and some more sheets, and a changing pad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbplZKs-6os/TdP45_5Qh1I/AAAAAAAACoc/44qhr9GXQ7I/s1600/DSCN2156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbplZKs-6os/TdP45_5Qh1I/AAAAAAAACoc/44qhr9GXQ7I/s400/DSCN2156.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Mom and Aunt Connie chatting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vRxVCD5vxU/TdP47uVA9iI/AAAAAAAACok/-_AhybPLOFU/s1600/DSCN2162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vRxVCD5vxU/TdP47uVA9iI/AAAAAAAACok/-_AhybPLOFU/s400/DSCN2162.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Melissa was able to come, so I had to get a picture with her and Sarah.&amp;nbsp; All we needed was Kendall, and she would have been there if she hadn't been in Chicago with her husband that weekend.&amp;nbsp; Someone asked me about a shower in McGehee, and there just wasn't time, so we're going to have a Sip and See after he's born.&amp;nbsp; This way all of our dear friends there can see and love on him!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TFFa4nbTdY/TdP48YztN1I/AAAAAAAACoo/1QmD1ABCK3w/s1600/DSCN2166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TFFa4nbTdY/TdP48YztN1I/AAAAAAAACoo/1QmD1ABCK3w/s400/DSCN2166.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;We were very grateful for all of the wonderful things we got to welcome Jackson.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, everything has seemed to fit in the room.&amp;nbsp; I need to start doing some laundry and buy some baby hangers, and we should be good to go.&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;After all the parties, I didn't think I would be so exhausted, but I think it has taken me until Thursday morning to get back to "normal".&amp;nbsp; I'm still tired, making 1000 trips to the bathroom, but luckily I haven't had much swelling.&amp;nbsp; I am getting really anxious about his arrival, but I know that everything will be fine.&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;&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/7042195557341204163-3117979617773614705?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/3117979617773614705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=3117979617773614705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3117979617773614705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/3117979617773614705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/05/showers-of-blessings.html' title='Showers of Blessings!'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p-U65EqEN0/TdP4q5IlHoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/RLW7yHkJONM/s72-c/DSCN2051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-8077764215107783752</id><published>2011-05-09T19:20:00.044-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:46:52.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Officery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After several months of being in the box, we finally got all of the furniture put together and a few decorations up on the walls.&amp;nbsp; I am very pleased with the way it turned out, and I think Brent is too.&amp;nbsp; I had a few other wall art pieces, but they didn't make the cut.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; I'll just put them under the bed and use them one day when he'll have his own room.&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;The shelf above the changing table has some cars on it that are Brent's.&amp;nbsp; He had more that would have been cool to put out, but once again, not much space.&amp;nbsp; So I picked a few of the really cool ones to put out.&amp;nbsp; My goal was to make this look like a little boy, but not so baby-ish.&amp;nbsp; I wanted a color scheme and decor that would grow with him over the next several years.&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;The reason that I call this the "officery" is because on the other side of the wall is our office with built-in desks and cabinets.&amp;nbsp; We are utilizing the space we have to the max, so hopefully this will do for a little while.&amp;nbsp; We didn't want to get rid of the queen bed (so Gamma, Mimi and Pops can come stay), so the office it is.&amp;nbsp; I'm a little anxious about where all the stuff will go, but I'm sure we'll figure it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPO8wKnV-Ls/TciF644-HrI/AAAAAAAACnE/3uPKgsG-KuE/s1600/DSCN2046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPO8wKnV-Ls/TciF644-HrI/AAAAAAAACnE/3uPKgsG-KuE/s400/DSCN2046.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;The print above his bed is made by a company in Memphis called Hal Jaffe Nameart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Each letter is a photograph of something that looks like a letter, and you can pick&amp;nbsp;from different pictures on the letters that you want.&amp;nbsp; It turned out really cute, especially the car wheel for the "O".&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;teddy bear in the crib is his first one&amp;nbsp;Gamma, who had it made at Build a Bear.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The bedding was custom made from a company in Alabama called Polka Tot Designs.&amp;nbsp; I knew I wanted red, white, and black, and there wasn't anything boyish at the department stores in those colors.&amp;nbsp; This company has so many cute fabrics and patterns that it was hard to choose from, but this was the one that I kept going back to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XuklsbO3VfM/TciL9iA2X2I/AAAAAAAACnM/Xr4Twnd9-vg/s1600/DSCN2047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XuklsbO3VfM/TciL9iA2X2I/AAAAAAAACnM/Xr4Twnd9-vg/s400/DSCN2047.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I have a shower at work, and then will have two more on Sunday.&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful to all of our friends who love us and want to do special things for us and Jackson.&amp;nbsp; I really can't believe that in less than five weeks he could be here.&amp;nbsp; I am ready to see his little face (that I just know will look just like his daddy), and see what his little personality will be like (maybe more like his momma?).&amp;nbsp; We'll just have to wait and see! &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042195557341204163-8077764215107783752?l=brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/feeds/8077764215107783752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042195557341204163&amp;postID=8077764215107783752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8077764215107783752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042195557341204163/posts/default/8077764215107783752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brent-laurahaywood.blogspot.com/2011/05/29-vs-31-weeks.html' title='The Officery'/><author><name>The Haywoods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977912522522510508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPO8wKnV-Ls/TciF644-HrI/AAAAAAAACnE/3uPKgsG-KuE/s72-c/DSCN2046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042195557341204163.post-4759898391269176706</id><published>2011-05-09T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:22:12.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PS5m0YoqzD8/TciDK4YodMI/AAAAAAAACm8/oJeF9UtX1XA/s1600/DSCN2050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PS5m0YoqzD8/TciDK4YodMI/AAAAAAAACm8/oJeF9UtX1XA/s400/DSCN2050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Size of Jackson&lt;/b&gt;: He's over 4 lbs and 17 inches long by now (according to Babycenter.com). Think about the size of a whole pineapple, and that's about how big he is now. &amp;nbsp;And I feel like there's a pineapple in there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weight gain:&lt;/b&gt; At my last doctor appointment, I didn't gain any weight, so I think I'm right under the 20 lbs mark. &amp;nbsp;I try to watch the sugar and salt, drink plenty of water, and get to water aerobics when the weather and my schedule cooperates.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maternity clothes&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm running out of things to wear, especially shirts. I may have to buy a few more t-shirts to get me through the next 6 weeks, but I really don't want to. &amp;nbsp;Also, at this point, it's all flip flops. &amp;nbsp;I'm not having any feet swelling yet, but I just don't feel like squeezing my feet into heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movement&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He's very active - especially at night - so I think that might be a sign of things to come. &amp;nbsp;Brent has finally gotten to feel him kick and move. I love looking down and seeing my stomach move in these weird ways, although when he slaps my bladder, it's not so fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Miss:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've definitely entered the "waddling" phase, and it gets really bad when I'm tired at the end of the day. I also being able to easily paint my toenails. &amp;nbsp;I do have a gift certificate for a pedicure that I plan on using next week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cravings&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No cravings in the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My hips still hurt, but not as bad, so I'm thankful for that. &amp;nbsp;I've been having Braxton-Hicks contractions the past couple of weeks, but if I drink plenty of water, they're not as bad. I've been rea
