<?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-2615721217844137188</id><updated>2011-10-06T06:04:42.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Jack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1360949606799173517</id><published>2011-09-14T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:48:54.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Jack-isms</title><content type='html'>Jack is just over two and a half now. Conversations with him are pretty funny, when it's a normal conversation and not a tantrum, that is. Those happen a lot, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a running list of these words and phrases I wanted to get down running around in my head for weeks now. I have to get them down before he stops saying them! He's already dropped a few from his vocabulary (sniff!). I was so sad the first morning he actually asked for a banana. He must have learned that at school. I've been calling them meemas for about a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here they are, in random order. I might come back to this list and add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Phrases&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy. What you doin', Daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be...RIGHT BACK!"&lt;br /&gt;"Can I watch a wittle bit a Thomas?" (the tank engine, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulldozer fun&lt;br /&gt;"Steam rolla!"&lt;br /&gt;"Escavator" (excavators on the roads)&lt;br /&gt;"Bob da Beelder" (Can we fix it? Bob da Beelder, YES, WE CAN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food fun&lt;br /&gt;"Meema" (banana)&lt;br /&gt;"Yogo" (yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;"Eggie"&lt;br /&gt;"Wookie Charms" (Lucky Charms)&lt;br /&gt;"Mamos" (tomatoes)&lt;br /&gt;"Doot Dats" (fruit snacks)&lt;br /&gt;"Hamberber"&lt;br /&gt;"Dip dip" (ketchup, or "red dip dip." Not to be confused with "white dip dip" which is Ranch dressing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Favorite Things&lt;br /&gt;Brown Doggie&lt;br /&gt;Big Doggie&lt;br /&gt;Beep Beep (this was his pacifier, which he gave up before Thomas was born. But I miss him asking for Beep Beep!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1360949606799173517?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1360949606799173517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-favorite-jack-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1360949606799173517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1360949606799173517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-favorite-jack-isms.html' title='My Favorite Jack-isms'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1270591856826036386</id><published>2011-01-08T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:29:36.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts about 2010 (two months late)</title><content type='html'>Note - I started this post at the beginning of January. Guess I should finish it...albeit two months later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago Lyle and I were the proud parents of a little boy who in many respects was still just a baby. Last year Jack could sit up under the Christmas tree - as I remember we have a photo of him in a Santa suit to prove it - but that was just about it. In a nutshell, 2010 witnessed the growth of our son into a toddler, which has been a life-changing experience, as well as the growth of our family with the birth of Thomas just before Thanksgiving. Here are the highlights of what I remember about the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: We had gone through a bad phase for about two months starting in November where Jack would wake up in the middle of the night and be awake for about 2 hours for no particular reason. I remember just hanging out with him, usually from about 3 a.m. to 5 a.m., because he just seemed so wide awake, and I didn't know what else to do. It was the month of January where we started letting him "cry it out," and this changed our lives radically! It took only three nights, and we went from being insomniac parents to happily-sleeping parents. The first night Jack cried for 25 minutes, and I was miserable. The second night he cried for 10 minutes, the third night for 5, and by the fourth night, he stopped crying as soon as we shut the door. It was like a revelation for us. To give credit where credit is due, I have to say that it was Lyle who wanted us to try this, and he held me to it. My only regret afterward was that we didn't do it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: We celebrated Jack's first birthday, and we wondered how a year had really gone by so quickly! Aunt Sarah and her family came to our house to celebrate. Jack also had a party at Primrose, too. The best story about his birthday was that Jack swiped a cupcake from one of the other kids at his party. Their high chairs were right next to each other, and the little boy was just holding his cupcake and looking at it. Quick as a wink, Jack swiped it and scarfed it in his mouth (they were little cupcakes, I should say). The mothers, teacher at Primrose Miss Mays, and myself all got a huge kick out of it, mostly because Jack's appetite was already well-known to his friends. This just proved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: I got my belated Christmas present - a weekend for the two of us (me and Lyle, that is) for a weekend to Charleston. GloMom and JoPop came to stay with Jack. While it was difficult to be away from him for a weekend, it was N I C E to get away for a bit. The only downside was that when we got back, Jack had not only taken his first step, but he was taking about 3 or 4 at a time. I was so bummed to have missed it, but at least I know when it was, since I remember our weekend getaway was March 5-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - June: In April we learned that we were expecting a baby (again!) I think that's why these three months were a blur. We were just in shock for a while trying to absorb the news that - Holy Cow! - before the holidays we'd have two little kiddos in the family to look after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: We went to Asheville for a wedding at Biltmore. It was one of Lyle's friends from Arkansas who was getting married on the estate grounds. It was a beautiful outdoor ceremony, the weather was perfect, and we had a night out sans Jack. That was a fun weekend. Later on in July we flew to Texas for another wedding (Lyle's cousin Rachael). There were some record-setting days of heat even for Texas while we were there, but it was good to see the family, and I managed to catch up with some old friends in Houston as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: We began to get super-excited about Amy's family moving to Georgia! Woo hoo! They live in Waynesboro now only a few miles away from Sarah's house. Now we can travel for two and a half hours and see everybody, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - October: Nothing memorable here, except an absolutely wretched trip to the beach, which I would honestly prefer to forget. Note to self: if you think your toddler is coming down with an ear infection, DO NOT TAKE HIM TO THE BEACH. Other than that fun getaway, the only thing I remember about these two months was that I was tired and cranky a lot as I got bigger. Being pregnant while chasing a toddler around...honestly, it's for the birds. One bright spot was that we started attending the Grove Church just after Labor Day. After four years of searching, I think we might just have found our church home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Thomas Oliver (named after his great granddaddy Mahaffey) arrived on November 10. He weighed in at 8 pounds even, so not quite as big as Big Bubba, but he was also 5 days early, whereas Jack was 10 days late. Everything was so much easier this time...recovery, taking care of baby, knowing what the heck to expect...just everything. He did not look at all like Jack, which was probably a good thing, because I kept wanting to call him Jack at first, anyway! He was tough for the first few weeks, but then settled down into a very laid-back, super sweet baby. We celebrated a very low-key Thanksgiving at our house with Amy's family. We did not have a turkey, but I don't really like turkey, and it's a lot of work considering I had just had a baby about two weeks beforehand. It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: We celebrated our first Christmas morning with just our immediate family - just me, Lyle, Jack, and Thomas. It was weird to be the only grown-ups in the group, but fun to realize that we're our own little family now and we can make our own traditions. Jack did not "get" the concept of Christmas this year, but he totally got the idea of presents! He loved his racecar set, his tool bench, and his new stuffed dog, appropriately christened, "Big Doggie." Later in the day, we went to Waynesboro to celebrate Christmas again. It was a really fun few days, and we even got snow, which is crazy in Georgia in December! One of my favorite memories from Christmas was going over to Sarah's house one night, and everyone (all 13 of us!) piled on the giant sofa and watched Despicable Me together. It was so fun to laugh together and hear all the children laughing, too. If you can't tell already, this was one of my most cherished Christmases that I can remember in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that was our year in a nutshell. Better get it down before I forget it. We are blessed. Life is crazy these days with the children being small, working, taking care of the house, etc. etc, but it is a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; kind of crazy. I don't think I would change a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1270591856826036386?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1270591856826036386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-about-2010-two-months-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1270591856826036386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1270591856826036386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-about-2010-two-months-late.html' title='Thoughts about 2010 (two months late)'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-4063594786718320057</id><published>2010-07-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:24:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Message to NBC</title><content type='html'>I sent an email to NBC today. It was a ridiculously small action considering how angry I still am about the incident, but still, I guess it was the only thing tangible I could do about it today. I offer no apologies if this offends you; at least then you'll know where I stand. Below was my message: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While channel surfing last night, I stopped for just a few moments on Last Comic Standing and was completely disgusted and appalled by what I saw. One of the female contestants was making jokes about the topic of abortion, having had an abortion, and saying that she is "pro-life" - for her own life, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked is not even a strong enough word to express the outrage and disgust that I felt. It is one thing that other disgusting issues like pornography and masturbation have become the topics of commonplace jokes on television, but to joke about abortion just goes beyond any sense of decency for network television. In case you haven't noticed, NBC, abortion is a deeply divisive issue in this country, and to those of us who believe that it constitutes the mass murder of children, in my mind her jokes were as awful, horrifying, and inappropriate as someone to joke about the Holocaust of World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we are reduced as a society to laughing at? The murder of children? Are your programmers and writers so starved for something original that they must resort to such low-life inhumane tactics such as a "talent search" for truly talentless individuals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I recall this incident last night, I am filled with horror to think that my son has to grow up in a world where the value of human life is so cheap. Please, NBC, use a little sense next time. Why put such trash on network television? Can't you find something else for us to laugh at instead of topics that fill me with nausea at the thought of what they are implying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I also happen to be five months pregnant - and the little movements inside of me that I feel every day are a constant reminder of the life that is growing there: life that even though it is contained inside my body for the time being, should never, ever be treated so casually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-4063594786718320057?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4063594786718320057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-message-to-nbc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/4063594786718320057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/4063594786718320057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-message-to-nbc.html' title='My Message to NBC'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-8152343416092940474</id><published>2010-05-30T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:00:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday we took a fun trip to the Atlanta Zoo. We went on a morning that was cool and overcast, but we knew the weather was supposed to clear up that day. It actually worked out really well, because it was very pleasant when we got there and by the time the temperature was really heating up, we had seen just about everything we came to see! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't tell you if Jack had a favorite animal or not - he did seem intrigued by the otters because they moved so fast - but I really think he enjoyed just watching all the other children walking around and riding in strollers as much as any of the animals! He was quite the people watcher that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of our favorite moments... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477139157679570994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/TAK1C3bfgDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CE4U_d8cpVo/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477138234854314322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/TAK0NJozkVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1zi5kEqV0WY/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477137337403401378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/TAKzY6X1ZKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QyjE2fjFUq0/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477135991648467010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/TAKyKlC2uEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/guWZkMfiFUg/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477135507020345954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/TAKxuXqgcmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MQVymVG890E/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-8152343416092940474?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8152343416092940474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-trip-to-zoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/8152343416092940474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/8152343416092940474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='First Trip to the Zoo!'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/TAK1C3bfgDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CE4U_d8cpVo/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1248199698827873354</id><published>2010-05-09T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:37:48.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." - Psalm 139:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably imagine, Mother's Day for me is very bittersweet. It's so ironic that days designated to celebrate something specific can often bring joy to many and pain to some. Take Valentine's Day, for example. If you happen to be single, on Valentine's Day you feel single, but even more so. Boy, do I vividly remember those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this entry isn't a pity party for me. As much as I'd love to call my mom up and wish her a cheery "Happy Mother's Day" this afternoon, I know there are many, many others out there who ache today far more than I do: the countless women who would love to become moms but so far cannot, or the mothers out there who have lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is not just about me, this is intended to be an encouragement to anyone out there who thinks God might have forgotten them today. Here's a story for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fifth Mother's Day I am celebrating in my mom's absence here on earth, but I must say, the first one without her was by far the hardest. I was living in Boston at the time and just about to finish my Master's Degree. I was in the final stages of school and was working hard to finish my thesis. I was tired from school and planning a wedding, and I was ready to go back to Virginia. And I missed my family and Lyle. So I walked that morning to church - Mother's Day of 2006 - with a heavy heart. I didn't want to be celebrating &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; that day - the pain was just too raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the second set of hymns that morning at Christ the King Presbyterian in Cambridge, MA, as soon as I heard the opening chords of "Great is thy Faithfulness" the tears just began to slide down my cheeks. Some of you might remember that this is a song that has very special meaning to me: it's the one I sang at Mom's funeral. I felt then and there in church that God was whispering to me that He loved me and He hadn't forgotten about me at all. And what a beautiful way to deliver the message through that hymn! It was such a gift to hear &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; song on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; day, and what made the gift even more unique was that in the previous 8 months I had been attending that church, we had never once sung that particular hymn. I don't know who or why someone there picked that song for Mother's Day, but I do know with all my heart I believe God had His hand in their decision, just because He wanted to give me a special gift and let me know how loved I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to anyone needing encouragement - know you are loved by Almighty God who knit you together in your mother's womb. He loves you way too much to forget about you, today or any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Jack upstairs waking up from his nap, so it's time to close. Motherly duties call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1248199698827873354?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1248199698827873354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1248199698827873354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1248199698827873354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-283836630583701092</id><published>2010-04-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:18:56.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Feeling Better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S9m_JM_rM_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/586cj8a9xrA/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465609787618833394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S9m_JM_rM_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/586cj8a9xrA/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how much brighter the world seems when you get to feeling well after a long illness. Not that I should really categorize the past 2 months as a "long illness" in the strictest sense, but boy, it sure feels like it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beginning in March, we kept going around and around with series of colds, ear infections, sinus infections, and then after that about 3 weeks ago Jack and I both caught a virus that literally knocked us flat for over a week. I learned that taking care of a sick toddler while being sick yourself was just about the toughest thing I've done for a while. There was one morning where instead of making my typical "to do" list, I just told myself..."All you have to do today is survive. That's it." And of course, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have finally started to fully recover, and in the mean time we're trying to get out and get back in contact with the outside world again. I feel like we fell off the face of the earth there for a while. We are having a good week, though. The weather has been beautiful here in Georgia lately - not too hot and humid yet - and Lyle, Jack, and I are back into our regular routines with work and daycare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of daycare, Jack has recently moved from the baby class up to the "big boy" class. That's been quite a milestone. He's finally adjusting there, I think, and he seems to like all the activity, but it was a tough transition there for a while. There were a few mornings when I brought him into the class, stood him up on the floor, and he would just cling to my leg and cry. Is there really a worse feeling in the world than leaving your toddler when they're screaming, and all they want is YOU? I know they stop crying after a few minutes - those short attention spans really are good for something - but, oh, what a horrible way to start the day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm glad we're past that phase now, too. In a nutshell, March and April I would not want to repeat, although we did get some surprising good news during the month of March. But I shall save that for a future blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-283836630583701092?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/283836630583701092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/283836630583701092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/283836630583701092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-feeling-better.html' title='Finally Feeling Better!'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S9m_JM_rM_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/586cj8a9xrA/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-5902341684769181413</id><published>2010-03-10T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:41:32.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's First Birthday - Party #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447196266581464274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S5hUJNtsFNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/udX58ItEuxY/s320/Baby+Jack+Christmas+and+after+010.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is called Party #1, because there were officially three days of celebration over the event of Jack's first birthday. The partying began on Thursday, February 25, a day before his actual birthday, and ended on Saturday when Aunt Sarah, Uncle Nathan, Cousin Lauren, and Cousin Benjamin could come to our house for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party #1 was in Jack's class at daycare. He was rather grumpy that day, unfortunately, and kept crawling away from me when I would approach him with a birthday hat. (Maybe he feels like with his helmet, that's the most hats he can wear at one time!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took pictures with his little classmates - Christina, Lauren, and Dane - then ate some lunch, but then the REAL partying began when we brought out the cupcakes. They were the tiny cupcakes that it takes an adult two bites to finish...or they can take Jack just one handful! He had the entire cupcake in his mouth before we'd even finished singing Happy Birthday! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447198638967480322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S5hWTTil4AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EzMb8_EUqRI/s320/Baby+Jack+Christmas+and+after+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447196953275705938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S5hUxL2WqlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DqZV-GiLksc/s320/Baby+Jack+Christmas+and+after+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most memorable event was when the boy in the highchair next to him, Dane, was holding a cupcake in his hand, not quite sure what to do with it. Quick as a wink, Jack grabbed Dane's cupcake and put that one in his mouth, too! The moms all got a kick out of that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's our Jack - the boy sure does like to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-5902341684769181413?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5902341684769181413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/03/jacks-first-birthday-party-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/5902341684769181413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/5902341684769181413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/03/jacks-first-birthday-party-1.html' title='Jack&apos;s First Birthday - Party #1'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/S5hUJNtsFNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/udX58ItEuxY/s72-c/Baby+Jack+Christmas+and+after+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-3083959668649883506</id><published>2010-02-02T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:16:23.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Excuses...</title><content type='html'>...But most of them are really worth going into as far as why I have not published a recent blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try a "New Year's Resolution" to blog more, although with the current pace we've been keeping, I honestly don't think it will help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason why we've had our hands full recently, as you'll see in this video, is that Jack has suddenly gone from being our baby (who we could sit in the middle of the floor and he would play contentedly), to "Now I'm a pre-toddler, and I'm into everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new phase of crawling, pulling up, pulling things over, climbing up stairs, and just generally wreaking havoc around the house (he broke a lamp today, for example) certainly has its challenges. But it also has its joys. Jack is such a happy little boy. He loves to laugh, and we love to laugh with him. He's obsessed with Roscoe and thinks that the doggie is so funny! To give you an idea how much he likes Roscoe, the three words he can definitely say now are Dada, Mama, and Doga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Jack and Roscoe in action. Be sure to turn up the volume so you can hear the cute "baby laugh." I'll try and post more soon - this is just to get me back in the habit, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f04f2fb1a907e0b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df04f2fb1a907e0b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EE4A72506CB1749EB160E15D2610D78C4AB507D.7322DA76A3A7701E11A0CA97050C7B4D05E25737%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df04f2fb1a907e0b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV6ioVZnRm7VHSffpfeW1SsBjBiM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df04f2fb1a907e0b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EE4A72506CB1749EB160E15D2610D78C4AB507D.7322DA76A3A7701E11A0CA97050C7B4D05E25737%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df04f2fb1a907e0b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV6ioVZnRm7VHSffpfeW1SsBjBiM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-3083959668649883506?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3083959668649883506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-many-excuses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/3083959668649883506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/3083959668649883506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-many-excuses.html' title='Too Many Excuses...'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-2601861402837335830</id><published>2009-11-09T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:48:11.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Moments Prayerfully to Come</title><content type='html'>When I was pregnant and the tears came easily, I blamed it on the crazy hormones. After I had Jack and the tears still kept coming easily, I said it was post-partum. And by and large, it was. However, these days, there are just some surprising moments every now and then where I find myself with tears in my eyes, and I just didn't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame it on the pregnancy, the hormones, or the post-partum. Guess it's just part of being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of these moments yesterday morning in church. At the end of the service, the pastor said they were going to have one baptism that day. It was an 8-year-old boy with blonde hair named Christian. After he and one of the other pastors waded down into the baptismal, the pastor placed his hand on Christian's shoulder and asked him, "Christian, have you accepted Jesus into your heart as your personal Lord and Savior?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconcerned of the hundreds of people that were watching him at just that moment, Christian looked up at the pastor and answered quite solemnly, "Yes, sir. I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found myself with tears in my eyes as I watched him go under the water and come back up. All I could think about was how I cannot wait for the day that will hopefully and prayerfully come when I see someone ask my own little boy that question, and Jack will respond in the affirmative just as Christian did. I thought that that must be just about one of the proudest moments in life that a parent can have. I cannot imagine anything that would make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Jack is just an infant now, moments like this are good reminders for me because they inspire me to want to show Jack Christ's love right &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;, not tomorrow, not the next day, but &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;. It's so easy for me to get wrapped up in the daily grind of diapers, baby food, trips to the grocery store, and then other days where I get to wear my Business Analyst hat for most of the day. It's like watching it rain and only focusing on the raindrops as they fall, forgetting that they pool together on the ground in a big puddle. Our days as we go through them seem so individual, but really they run together and create patterns and habits for living that pool together to make up our entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give this idea some more thought about raindrops and puddles...which will probably be easy to do as they are calling for five inches of rain tomorrow thanks to Hurricane Ida. I think when it comes to changing my focus from the temporal to the timeless, I need all the help I can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-2601861402837335830?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2601861402837335830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-moments-prayerfully-to-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/2601861402837335830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/2601861402837335830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-moments-prayerfully-to-come.html' title='Proud Moments Prayerfully to Come'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1295331189970341269</id><published>2009-10-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:19:51.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Su3tLrFCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/90_pyetdRpo/s1600-h/IMG_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399232313085290386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Su3tLrFCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/90_pyetdRpo/s320/IMG_4749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Su3qda3PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0plqOflDTYg/s1600-h/IMG_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399229319435199394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Su3qda3PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/0plqOflDTYg/s320/IMG_4734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe I have gone a whole month without a blog post. Bad, bad Mommy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The month of October has been full of challenges but also excitement. As far as the challenges, Jack has been sick for much of the month which has not been fun. He had a couple of painful, fussy days of teething towards the beginning of the month, then he had an ear infection, then rounded out the past few weeks by getting a cold. He had to get a second round of antibiotics from the ear infection--I sure hope we're past all that now. He seems to be doing well lately, though, which has been so nice. It was tough around here for a couple of weeks. My heart goes out to those of you that have or have had children who get sick easily and often! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flipside with his illnesses this past month is that he has grown in leaps and bounds with some new motor skills and developments. He now is a pro at clapping his hands, rolling over, pushing way up on his tummy, and even scooting backwards. I must admit, it is a strange feeling to walk away from him and then come back and find him in a different spot and/or position on the floor! I'm not used to that yet (but I better get there fast, huh?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also have continued to have the visits to Children's Healthcare of Atlanta about his head shape. At the end of September he was showing two months worth of improvement, but at the end of October his skull had not grown enough for them to tell anything conclusively. The doctor said it made sense because he had been sick so much, so his body had not really had a chance to grow because it was too busy fighting off illness. So...we have to go back there in yet another month for a re-evaluation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another interesting part of last month is that Lyle and I decided that we want to try and move to Peachtree City. There are a number of reasons why we'd like to move, and with the current housing market, provided we can sell our house here, we're hoping to get a good deal on our next place. We spent a couple different weekends in October visiting and driving around in Peachtree City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are exciting times...life is definitely fun these days with our little pumpkin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1295331189970341269?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1295331189970341269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1295331189970341269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1295331189970341269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-in-nutshell.html' title='October in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Su3tLrFCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/90_pyetdRpo/s72-c/IMG_4749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-2458082738676856970</id><published>2009-09-30T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:21:07.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Rody</title><content type='html'>Meet Rody. He is an inflatable toy that was a garage sale find on our recent trip to Arkansas. We're not quite sure if he's supposed to be a donkey or a chubby horse, although a donkey sure is a strange toy for a kid. Anyway, apparently they are big in Europe, which is not terribly surprising. Doesn't he look like something you would find at IKEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SsuohdGxHxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5WEkDDv-uK0/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389586671781093138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SsuohdGxHxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5WEkDDv-uK0/s320/Baby+Jack+231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack is not quite big enough to ride Rody by himself, of course, but he's already excited about the prospect as he continues to grow and get better balance. Jack loves to bounce so much. Sometimes I think he is two parts Sewall and one part Tigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a minute of Jack and me having fun with Rody last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51c53fbf2f296590" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51c53fbf2f296590%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF5BAA901BEEE59FD7884E0DCD8090DF98D158B.804348FFED35B63D3C0486F96D1CF02B1D4C2AAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51c53fbf2f296590%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXhpEpwJLWc_py2BzrF22EFwyRV8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51c53fbf2f296590%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF5BAA901BEEE59FD7884E0DCD8090DF98D158B.804348FFED35B63D3C0486F96D1CF02B1D4C2AAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51c53fbf2f296590%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXhpEpwJLWc_py2BzrF22EFwyRV8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-2458082738676856970?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2458082738676856970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-rody.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/2458082738676856970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/2458082738676856970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-rody.html' title='Fun with Rody'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SsuohdGxHxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5WEkDDv-uK0/s72-c/Baby+Jack+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1925999939430383962</id><published>2009-09-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:53:16.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Rock Trip - Jim's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SrkcUW187TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Aqn2le70nSE/s1600-h/Jim%27s+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384365965552971058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SrkcUW187TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Aqn2le70nSE/s320/Jim%27s+Wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a week late posting this, but the weekend was a pretty big deal, so it at least deserves a blog post, I reckon. (The above pic is blurry, but you get the idea...it was fun for all of us to dress up!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend of September 12, Lyle, Jack, and I drove to Little Rock, AR, for the wedding of Jim Phillips (he was the best man at our wedding). We split up the driving on the way there, and stayed Thursday night in Tupelo, Mississippi. We finished the remainder of the trip on Friday morning, and when we went to the tux place on Friday afternoon in downtown Little Rock we happened to run into the groom himself who was there at the same time! It was a great coincidence and fun to introduce Jack to Mr. Jim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then met up with John and Gloria at the home of new friends Robbie &amp;amp; Marie, who graciously let us stay at their house. The rehearsal dinner was Friday night, and it was fun to visit with some of Lyle's old friends, many of whom I had never met before. Jack stayed at Robbie &amp;amp; Marie's with his grandmommy and granddaddy, although I heard later he was not a very happy camper that night before bedtime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we had a yummy breakfast at Mimi's Cafe. Any idea when we'll get one of those in the South Metro Atlanta area?? They are fabulous. The afternoon drifted away before we knew it, and then it was time for the wedding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful wedding - lots of fall colors and pretty flowers - and Jack fell asleep through it, so we brought him inside the chapel instead of walking him in his stroller the whole time out in the hallway as we had planned to do. He went to the first part of the reception with us, but he really wasn't all that up for partying, so he went home a little early with John and Gloria. Too bad...I think he would have liked to dance to YMCA if given the chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a looooonnnnnggggg ride home, but after such a fun weekend it was well worth it. Many thanks to John, Gloria, Robbie, and Marie who helped us out so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1925999939430383962?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1925999939430383962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-rock-trip-jims-wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1925999939430383962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1925999939430383962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-rock-trip-jims-wedding.html' title='Little Rock Trip - Jim&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SrkcUW187TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Aqn2le70nSE/s72-c/Jim%27s+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-6247900512883589800</id><published>2009-09-09T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:52:42.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's six months old already?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SqhbQwPfqcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OrMu82NDzyQ/s1600-h/IMG_4560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379650098279983554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SqhbQwPfqcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OrMu82NDzyQ/s320/IMG_4560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, time flies when you have a little one. It seems like we were just bringing home our adorable dark-haired "Hungry Jack" home from the hospital, and now he's half a year old already! I feel like I'm going to turn around and the next thing I know we're out picking out colleges. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379648192171173250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SqhZhzbvZYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cfEtMMHyXOg/s320/IMG_4577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the official stats: At six months, Jack weighs 25 lbs, 9 oz, and he measured 29 and 1/2 inches long. So, that means he's almost tripled his birth weight and he's grown a whopping 8 inches in length! The boy is so tall! He's wearing 18 month clothes these days, and many of them I have a hard time snapping underneath his bottom because his torso is so long. He's basically built like a baby linebacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as what he's doing, he sits up very well by himself these days, loves to play with toys, loves music and listening to me sing, eats very well with a spoon, and is so stinking close to rolling over! He pretty much rolled all the way over a few days ago, and just as Lyle and I were holding our breath to watch him go all the way, he reversed course at the last second and flung back around. So even though he was close, he still has not "officially" rolled over. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379647324178451762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SqhYvR6JjTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/aH5LRPeAhXQ/s320/IMG_4573.jpg" /&gt; He loves bouncing in the Exersaucer but even more so in the Johnny Jumper. Lately he has started "crib-spinning" when he gets bored in the nursery, and I don't come in soon enough to get him out of bed. He's quite the pro at turning himself around in strange directions in that crib. Let's see, what else...he makes lots of noises with his mouth (mostly buzzing his lips) but occasionally shrieking or laughing. He loves to stick his tongue out. He seems to prefer vegetables to fruit, which is strange. He likes carrots, sweet potatoes, green beans, peas, applesauce, and pears. He does not like bananas or peaches. Who ever heard of a baby who doesn't like bananas? I thought all kids ate bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that we had a dark-haired newborn six months ago. These days Jack's hair is a lovely shade of sandy light brown. His hair never did fall out, though, despite the many mothers who assured me it would when he was born with a head full of hair. His eyes are a strange color still somewhere between brown and blue. I think Lyle's and my genes are still at war for Jack's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379645709154106178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SqhXRReVu0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/4iAcuIoKkt4/s320/IMG_4580.jpg" /&gt; As far as disposition, Jack loves to be where the people are! For the most part he is very laid back and "chill." He's very sweet and cuddly still, which I love, and he does this shy smile when he meets strangers that absolutely melts your heart. The owner at his daycare asked me the other day, "So, I just have to ask...is he really this good &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time?" I was only about as proud as a mother can be when I happily told her, "Yes, he really is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-6247900512883589800?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6247900512883589800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-six-months-old-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/6247900512883589800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/6247900512883589800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-six-months-old-already.html' title='He&apos;s six months old already?!?'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SqhbQwPfqcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OrMu82NDzyQ/s72-c/IMG_4560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-3898938381102936227</id><published>2009-09-01T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:19:03.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, it's only September 1, so it's a little early to be thinking about Christmas, but this year I can't help it. But it's not just for the reasons you might think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the obvious reasons I hope December 25 comes quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be my first Christmas at home (YAY!) with Lyle since we have been married. It is Christmas #4 for us, and the previous 3 years we have always traveled. So another thing I'm looking forward to is really decorating the house since we will be here this time around. I hope we can start some family traditions of our own this year. I also can't wait to help Jack open his presents and then watch in amusement as he probably will be more entertained by trying to eat the boxes instead of actually playing with his gifts. Just having him here with us this year on Christmas morning will be such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the real reason I'm talking about Christmas today doesn't at all have to do with the tangible aspects of the holiday. I'm writing about Christmas because of what it will mean to me spiritually this year, which is something I don't want to allow myself to forget...especially knowing that once Black Friday arrives it will be a mad rush to buy presents and attend parties and do all those crazy things that make Americans love and hate the month of December at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Christmas had special meaning for me since I was about 7 months pregnant with Jack at the time. Boy, did I empathize with Mary in a new way! (Traveling to Bethlehem on a donkey, are you kidding me??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, my first year of becoming a parent, my first year having my own son...I already know that I will have a different perspective when I think about Jesus' birth. It hit me this past Sunday in church during Communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent His &lt;em&gt;Son&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just an ordinary messenger, not one of His angels, not a highly trusted business associate. &lt;em&gt;He sent His Son&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. When I think about how I love Jack, I think of so many things. Snuggling his little head on my cheek as he's falling asleep in the rocking chair with me, wrapping him up tightly in his Winnie the Pooh towel after I give him a bath, tickling his tummy to make him squeal that delicious little "baby laugh" of his...the list could go on and on. Love doesn't just have one meaning for how I feel; it has several: protection, devotion, wonder, sacrifice, and affection, just to name a few. And all of these things come from my imperfect, selfish little heart! How much greater must the Father love the Son, when the Father's heart &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; perfect. I can't even try to put my brain around that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God sent His Son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent Him knowing the abuse and treatment Jesus would receive while here on earth. Would any of us as parents knowingly leave our children with someone who would abuse them? Of course not! So does that make God a bad parent? What seems to be the greatest contradiction is in actuality the most beautiful part - He did it out of love for &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;! Me and you! &lt;em&gt;He wanted to make us His children, too.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I pray that we can communicate these amazing truths to Jack as he grows into a little boy across the Christmases. The gifts we can buy for him will only last a short time until they either break, or he outgrows them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we tell him about God's Gift and we live it out in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, that is the Gift that lasts forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-3898938381102936227?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3898938381102936227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/jacks-first-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/3898938381102936227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/3898938381102936227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/09/jacks-first-christmas.html' title='Jack&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-5101673236693278335</id><published>2009-08-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:19:39.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is just a short post. But it pretty much sums up what we've been doing new recently. Jack has started solid foods in the past few weeks. He'd been eating rice cereal for a while, but now we're expanding his horizons to fruits and veggies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as I gave Jack his first spoonful of pears I knew we had to get this on video. So Lyle got the camera going in time for Bite #3. I'm not completely sure...but I *think* he liked it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-39547c3da3f1f245" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D39547c3da3f1f245%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D636556458AC6B49F836C2A9DEF3E5A715150A33B.2E5586FD37101ACE1C06E9C0A0DC3D937D272D2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D39547c3da3f1f245%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5FaVGr-u21FKk9Ft-Vx46qI5xw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D39547c3da3f1f245%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D636556458AC6B49F836C2A9DEF3E5A715150A33B.2E5586FD37101ACE1C06E9C0A0DC3D937D272D2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D39547c3da3f1f245%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5FaVGr-u21FKk9Ft-Vx46qI5xw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-5101673236693278335?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=39547c3da3f1f245&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5101673236693278335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-with-fruit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/5101673236693278335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/5101673236693278335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-with-fruit.html' title='Fun with Fruit'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-9128834205701776313</id><published>2009-08-20T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:43:19.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing in the Right Direction!</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday we had our follow-up visit in North Atlanta with the orthotics / prosthetics specialists about the shape of Jack's head. I am very excited to report that he was down from 11.8 mm asymmetric to 9.9 mm!! That probably doesn't mean anything to most people, but this is actually very good news. The specialist was very excited that he had that much positive growth in just one month. If we can get him down to 7 mm then he'll be within normal range, and we won't have to even question the whole "Should we or shouldn't we get him a helmet?" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle and I were both extremely encouraged after this visit (and Jack would be, too, if he knew what was going on!) If you think of us, please pray that Jack's head will keep growing in the right shape to correct this problem. Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-9128834205701776313?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9128834205701776313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-in-right-direction.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/9128834205701776313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/9128834205701776313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-in-right-direction.html' title='Growing in the Right Direction!'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-626741997937324191</id><published>2009-08-16T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:45:38.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Serenity and Insanity</title><content type='html'>The other day I had this great idea for a blog post. It was going to be about enjoying the moments of serenity and gratitude that come into our lives and taking each beautiful moment as they come. It was going to be one of those things that I would feel better after writing and you would feel better after reading. It was supposed to be something that would inspire all of us just to be thankful for happy little blissful moments as they are sprinkled throughout our day-to-day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the backdrop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night around 9 p.m. I had just finished getting Jack to go to sleep. I went downstairs and ate some of Lyle's German chocolate birthday cake and ice cream and joined my husband to snuggle up on the sofa and watch the last part of a documentary on PBS. (PBS on a Thursday night at the Sewall house...woo hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I settled into our sofa and my mind drifted away from the television to just thinking about how happy, thankful, and peaceful I felt that night. I had so many things to be thankful for...Jack is doing well and just knowing he was safely asleep in his crib upstairs made me happy. Plus, it was Thursday night which meant that there was only one more day to the work week before the weekend. Plus, I was just happy to be cuddled up with Lyle and eating my favorite kind of cake. Life was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had fully decided to write a nice tranquil post telling us all we should appreciate each and every moment of our lives including all the little things that make life sweet. Like German chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the weekend got in the way and tonight was the first time I had some down time to even really think about composing my little Oprahesque messaged blog. And after the events of tonight...I don't really feel so stinking serene anymore, so I'm not really sure what the message is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions were already on a roller coaster because of the book I've been reading this weekend. It is an allegory similar to Pilgrim's Progress, and I remember my mom often saying it was one of her favorite books. The simple truths in this book have humbled me to the point of tears in revealing to me how far away from God I have strayed in my spiritual walk. So I had just been thinking how ironic it was that I felt like this was my mom's way of getting me back "on track," so to speak, and all these thoughts were making me rather emotional. I was feeding Jack upstairs in his room when this was going on, when suddenly, Jack started coughing. Well, the coughing turned into full-fledged vomiting, and the next thing I know I have a very wide-awake child on my lap whose jammies are now soaked. Plus I needed to go change my own clothes again...I think it was the third time today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another hour before I was able to get Jack to go sleep again after that and needless to say, the serenity and gratitude of Thursday night feels clean out of my system -no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the lesson here? Am I just one passenger of many on this crazy ride called the first year of motherhood? How do we learn to swallow (and keep down!) the sweet moments in life along with the bitter ones? How do we keep our hearts filled with gratitude and love when sometimes we just feel like screaming and running away? How is it that sometimes we can feel so in control and at peace with our circumstances and other times we feel like we're just being dragged along for the ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not posting any answers tonight. Maybe those will come in the morning. Tonight is just for questions. I guess it's okay to go to bed feeling a bit overwhelmed, puzzled, and yes, even humbled sometimes. Maybe especially humbled. And if I am feeling thankful for something small tonight, at least I can go to bed with a dry pair of clothes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-626741997937324191?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/626741997937324191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/08/moments-of-serenity-and-insanity.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/626741997937324191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/626741997937324191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/08/moments-of-serenity-and-insanity.html' title='Moments of Serenity and Insanity'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-7237557277736751183</id><published>2009-07-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:53:12.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the river and through the woods...</title><content type='html'>...To the north Georgia mountains we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Lyle, Jack, and I escaped for a few days to the beautiful country near Blue Ridge and Ellijay, Georgia. I felt like I was back in southwest Virginia for a few days - it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a cabin that was a mile and a half up a very steep and narrow gravel road. But once you got there, it was well worth the trip. Here's the view we had from our back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364285527645169938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SnHFRCUPKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AR3WpbzfLcw/s320/Baby+Jack+196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip started off a bit rough...I caught the rest of the virus that Jack had had the week before, which really tore up my stomach for a few hours. But it didn't stop us from hiking the Amicalola Falls the next day. All 425 steps of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we took a train ride (the first for Jack!) from Blue Ridge to Copperhill, Tennessee. What a fun adventure! When we got there, we had enough time to eat lunch at a Mexican restaurant, walk around a bit, and then catch the train back. The weather cooperated the whole time we were there, too. It was a little cooler than it's been here in Hot-lanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the background of this picture, Roscoe came on this vacation with us. I guess it was better than the kennel for him, but boy, he was one stressed-out pup the whole time we were there. Too many new smells in an unfamiliar place, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was much more laid back about traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364287120049586434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SnHGtufCQQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/o_scEbXyZBw/s320/Baby+Jack+192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to take a family picture with the timer, and it sorta worked, but it looks over-exposed. (Yes, we are all pale, but we're not THAT pale!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SnHF93U6wgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WaRtceFK02k/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364286297789350402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SnHF93U6wgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WaRtceFK02k/s320/Baby+Jack+194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was great to get away for a few days. The cabin was very cozy, and we'd love to do this again maybe with some more people next time. I really missed a lot of the "creature comforts" for Jack that we've gotten used to at home! I bet other moms know exactly what I mean...things like the Johnny-jumper, the Exersaucer, and the high chair really make life with a baby a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...even though it was a great trip, it was good to come home, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-7237557277736751183?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7237557277736751183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-river-and-through-woods.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/7237557277736751183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/7237557277736751183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-river-and-through-woods.html' title='Over the river and through the woods...'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SnHFRCUPKRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AR3WpbzfLcw/s72-c/Baby+Jack+196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-435871727857929693</id><published>2009-07-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:28:19.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time for a vacation yet?</title><content type='html'>Thankfully, the answer to that question is actually, "Almost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week seemed like one of the longest I can remember for a while. Lyle was off this week for the plant shutdown, so I decided to work all 5 days. I should have known by last Sunday night that we were going to be in for a crazy week. That night Jack just decided at 2:30 a.m. that he was tired of sleeping for a while. No real reason, he was just very awake! So Lyle and I took turns with him until about 4:30 when Jack fell back asleep. He must have realized that it really was still night-time after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was stressful because pretty much out of the blue, Jack refused to drink a bottle at daycare, so I ended up rushing home that afternoon to feed the poor guy. That night we made a Wal-Mart run to try a couple of different types of bottles that he might like better. (No real luck, by the way, on that one). That battle is still on-going. The next day, when I got home Thursday night I noticed that his skin looked a little spotty. He didn't have a fever, so I thought we would wait another day before we took him to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we were scheduled to have an appointment in North Atlanta with a specialist to talk about Jack's head shape. Note to self: Do NOT try to schedule another 8:30 a.m. appointment on the north side of town!! Stupid, stupid, stupid me. What a stressful morning. The appointment went okay and we really liked the doctor, but by the time we left, we found ourselves driving straight back to Stockbridge for an appointment with Jack's pediatrician. The spots we noticed Thursday had turned into a full-blown head-to-toe rash by Friday. The doctor said it was a viral rash and not an allergic reaction to anything, which is what I had assumed it was. Thankfully, he said it would pass and that Jack had already been dealing with the virus even before the rash showed up. This explained some of the fussiness and odd sleeping patterns we'd noticed in the past week. There were a few more complications Friday that made the day even more hectic, but you get the picture, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, by the time the weekend finally arrived we were both completely and utterly exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Anne has learned this week: Be Flexible. Just when you think you've gotten yourself and the baby into a nice routine and things are going smoothly, &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;thing is inevitably bound to occur to change things up. Whether it's a trip, a virus, a growth spurt, or all of the above, that routine you've come to enjoy won't stay permanent for too long. But I guess that's what keeps things interesting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S. - Jack's skin is back to normal now, which is a huge relief. Now only if he'll take a bottle tomorrow when I'm at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-435871727857929693?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/435871727857929693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-time-for-vacation-yet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/435871727857929693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/435871727857929693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-time-for-vacation-yet.html' title='Is it time for a vacation yet?'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-4221451354232453022</id><published>2009-07-10T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:32:36.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue or Brown? We can't decide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357019734392872066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Slf1ENM-nII/AAAAAAAAAEo/Eli7zHXFkyY/s320/Baby+Jack+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so fun these days to see things come out in Jack that are hints of his personality to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, we think Jack will be an extravert. He really likes to be where the people are! He's a big fan of his exersaucer these days, but he likes it best if you're in the room with him. He'll bounce and bounce as long as you're there, but if you get out of his sight, he's not a happy camper. The same thing happens at dinner. He doesn't like it if he's in his bouncy chair and we're at the table. He likes it much better to be sitting on my lap and being part of the conversation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, we think he might be a leftie like his dad. I have no idea when this really starts to emerge in children, but so far Jack seems to prefer to grasp toys with his left hand. He seems to use his right hand as more of a secondary support for the toys. I'll be curious to see if this one pans out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of whom...I know this pic is blurry - but doesn't he look like his daddy in this one?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357021185749554770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Slf2Yr7YFlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tNkP5kTT9b0/s320/Baby+Jack+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, there are his eyes. It is the strangest thing, some days they look just as clear blue as they can be. Then the next day they will be brown. Then the next day they'll be blue again. It's like his genes can't decide who's going to win this one yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357022371621854258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Slf3dtpXXDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rvXWRb_75Eo/s320/Baby+Jack+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my hungry cutie...Jack has started eating rice cereal in the past week, and he is a huge fan! He was starting to get hungry all the time, so thanks to some advice from Aunt Amy we went ahead and tried some rice cereal with him. He was hooked after the first time! He still has a little trouble with the spoon, but boy is it cute to hear him get so excited to eat! MMMmmmmm!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-4221451354232453022?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4221451354232453022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-or-brown-we-cant-decide.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/4221451354232453022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/4221451354232453022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-or-brown-we-cant-decide.html' title='Blue or Brown? We can&apos;t decide...'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Slf1ENM-nII/AAAAAAAAAEo/Eli7zHXFkyY/s72-c/Baby+Jack+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-898003768825548160</id><published>2009-07-03T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:20:57.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-Month Update</title><content type='html'>Tuesday Jack had his 4-month check-in with the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighed 21 lbs. and 10 oz now, and measured a lengthy 27 and 1/2 inches! The boy has grown six whole inches in four months! That is some major growing going on. If I did that, I would be 6 feet tall by November. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much too tired to write a longer blog tonight. The boy has worn me out two days in a row. I don't know if he's growing again or what, but he's wanting to eat a lot and he's not satisfied when he's done, so it has made for a long and frustrating (and painful) day. We tried to give him a bit of rice cereal for the first time tonight to see if that would help. I think it might; he seemed interested in eating, but he just had a hard time getting the cereal to actually stay in his mouth! You have to start somewhere, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-898003768825548160?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/898003768825548160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-month-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/898003768825548160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/898003768825548160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-month-update.html' title='4-Month Update'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1299178703238446548</id><published>2009-07-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:10:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Post about Myrtle Beach!</title><content type='html'>Well, we've been back home for over a week now, but I just have not had time to upload the pictures and tell you about Jack's first trip to the beach. Tonight Jack went to bed around 9:00, and when I went to finally upload the pictures and post a blog, I discovered that we hardly took any while we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame, shame, shame on us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a good time at the beach, although it was so stinkin' hot that we really couldn't do much outside, especially with a 4 month old. Jack made it down to the sand twice, I think, and one of those times was when the sun was almost down. The closest he got to water was sitting on my lap on an intertube floating around the lazy river at the hotel. I can't say if he really liked that or not...he hollered for a bit because the water was cold, and then fell asleep with his floppy hat down over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics to at least prove we did go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one should be captioned "&lt;em&gt;It's a good thing the fashion police were not patrolling Myrtle Beach!&lt;/em&gt;" Between Jack and his flowery floppy hat and me and my goofy sunglasses, we weren't going to win any style awards, I don't think! (Oh well...at least we were having fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353669180251212402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SkwNwSXUinI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GNKbfxVcts8/s320/Baby+Jack+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one has a sort of funny story behind it...so I spent all this money on an expensive little jumpsuit for Jack that has SPF 50 in the material. (I could have bought around 5 or 6 little rompers for the price I paid for this one outfit). I ordered it online, and it arrived in the mail the day before we left for the beach, so I was all excited for Jack to wear it. He had it on for less than half an hour before a rather explosive diaper erupted and just about ruined his expensive jumpsuit. As soon as that happened, I wondered what exactly I was thinking spending so much on one outfit for an infant??!! Lessons learned, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the orange striped socks he's wearing are actually foot rattles. They're a huge hit with Jack these days. Here's the pricey SPF-protected outfit prior to the diaper incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353670393418813426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SkwO25xBD_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/2eom86Un24w/s320/Baby+Jack+155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another great memory from the trip. Jack's cousin Lauren celebrated her 6th birthday while we were all together. For dinner that night we went to Joe's Crab Shack at Broadway at the Beach, and the ENTIRE restaurant helped Lauren celebrate by singing Happy Birthday to her! Jack and I were outside during the actual song since one of us (not me) was having a meltdown. But the picture just says it all. I'm not &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; sure, but I think she was having a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish you could have a day where something would happen to make you smile THIS big?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353671707364550610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SkwQDYmF59I/AAAAAAAAAEg/9CiCZ9PrCJI/s320/Baby+Jack+154.jpg" /&gt; And finally, here's a little clip of Jack talking to me in the hotel room before he went to bed one night. It's really short, but you can get the idea that he's really starting to discover his voice! I think he's going to be a talker. Who could he possibly take after?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f030c45acec5ff08" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df030c45acec5ff08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A18A31C011E66A12F56B6E7D20E2436AB04237D.3C004483B05A49C146274521E6B3B57C7DEA8872%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df030c45acec5ff08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX9g9iB1yAyQWcpOkJpRI126MRHo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df030c45acec5ff08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A18A31C011E66A12F56B6E7D20E2436AB04237D.3C004483B05A49C146274521E6B3B57C7DEA8872%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df030c45acec5ff08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX9g9iB1yAyQWcpOkJpRI126MRHo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what a good vacation to get to hang out with my husband, my baby, and my sisters! Good times, good times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1299178703238446548?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f030c45acec5ff08&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1299178703238446548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-post-about-myrtle-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1299178703238446548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1299178703238446548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-post-about-myrtle-beach.html' title='Finally a Post about Myrtle Beach!'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SkwNwSXUinI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GNKbfxVcts8/s72-c/Baby+Jack+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-2428881108364970037</id><published>2009-06-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:09:34.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Got Skills (motor skills, that is)</title><content type='html'>We have seen an amazing change in Jack during the last three weeks or so. He has suddenly changed from quietly observing his environment to wanting to interact with it. It is so neat to see him not only become more aware of his surroundings, but now he wants to experiment and play in those surroundings, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, about a month ago Jack was all about mobiles and ceiling fans. If it moved in circles and he could see it, that was enough for him and he was quite happy. Now he prefers toys where something can dangle in front of him for him to kick, grab, or touch. Just watching the mobiles are no longer enough! They are yesterday's news! He started out with being excited about kicking things, but now he's really improving on using his hands, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing when you think about it? For us boring grown-ups, picking up something like a drinking glass or a ball is no big deal - we do it without even thinking about it. But for someone whose brain is so new like Jack's, there must be thousands of little electrical connections firing in his brain to create the sequence of stimulus leading to thought that then produces action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you veteran parents out there - feel free to go ahead and laugh at me! New mommy Anne is excited because Jack can kick a ball dangling in front of him! Well, yes, I am excited. I've never seen so up close and personal the many milestones that this little person is experiencing and the changes in his personality that they bring. Just one more amazing thing about becoming a parent, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2538f6afdeb1ee4b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2538f6afdeb1ee4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FC140D963998211E2BF66A439C96033EF008D93.3F95B40D34EEA0A385A6DB62612745E2F7CCDDDD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2538f6afdeb1ee4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkgzZcCZd93VR04xXei_Q4JNfoBA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2538f6afdeb1ee4b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330129345%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FC140D963998211E2BF66A439C96033EF008D93.3F95B40D34EEA0A385A6DB62612745E2F7CCDDDD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2538f6afdeb1ee4b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkgzZcCZd93VR04xXei_Q4JNfoBA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-2428881108364970037?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2538f6afdeb1ee4b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2428881108364970037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-got-skills-motor-skills-that-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/2428881108364970037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/2428881108364970037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-got-skills-motor-skills-that-is.html' title='The Boy Got Skills (motor skills, that is)'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-38897232490518539</id><published>2009-06-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:50:42.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Hayden from across the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SjL1vp8SCyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_BgStuZ4yM/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346605906703551266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SjL1vp8SCyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_BgStuZ4yM/s320/Baby+Jack+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend John and Hayden came for a brief but very enjoyable visit. Jack got to meet his Uncle Hayden for the first time. Lyle and I actually hadn't seen him since Christmas of 2007, but somehow it didn't seem that long ago once we were all together again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun and busy weekend - We went to the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, grilled out hamburgers and brats, ate pumpkin pie, and learned about how Hayden shares the Good News with those from the other side of the world through the art of storytelling. Good, good stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-38897232490518539?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/38897232490518539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/06/uncle-hayden-from-across-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/38897232490518539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/38897232490518539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/06/uncle-hayden-from-across-sea.html' title='Uncle Hayden from across the sea'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SjL1vp8SCyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_BgStuZ4yM/s72-c/Baby+Jack+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-6529629983110638768</id><published>2009-06-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:25:51.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So if he's "Little John", which one of us is Robin Hood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SifzKf58t5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBm9HGuUcwo/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343506844587177874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SifzKf58t5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBm9HGuUcwo/s320/Baby+Jack+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so that isn't the best picture of Jack ever, but I'm trying to make a point here...I needed a more recent picture of him and this one was taken a week or so ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the nurses handed Jack to us in the hospital, we could see from the beginning that he favors Lyle. As he's getting bigger now, though, we're starting to see traces of not just Jack's daddy's genes, but definitely those from Jack's &lt;strong&gt;grand-daddy&lt;/strong&gt; as well! Sometimes I'll look at him and see John smiling up at me in Jack's face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...whoever he looks more like - Lyle or John - there is no question the boy is a Sewall, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Sifx_MGR76I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lzYyhObBVBE/s1600-h/IMG_4177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343505550780002210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Sifx_MGR76I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lzYyhObBVBE/s320/IMG_4177.JPG" border="0" /&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/2615721217844137188-6529629983110638768?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6529629983110638768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-if-hes-little-john-which-one-of-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/6529629983110638768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/6529629983110638768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-if-hes-little-john-which-one-of-us.html' title='So if he&apos;s &quot;Little John&quot;, which one of us is Robin Hood?'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SifzKf58t5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBm9HGuUcwo/s72-c/Baby+Jack+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-5330728554348015845</id><published>2009-05-26T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:41:15.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Trip down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this little story in Jack's blog today doesn't really have much to do with Jack, but it does have to do with me and Lyle and without us we wouldn't have Jack, so I guess there is a connection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to Sarah's house in Waynesboro and on Sunday night we spent a very fun evening watching home videos from when Ben and Lauren were very little. The video was made in the fall of 2004, right after Ben was born and Lauren was just about the happiest, smiliest toddler you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two pieces of background info that will help this story make a little more sense. First, some of you might not know that Lyle never actually got to meet my mom face-to-face. She passed away before he and I started dating, and although it breaks my heart that he's only gotten to know her through the stories we all tell, there's obviously nothing we can do to turn back time. Second, when I first met Lyle I had a huge (actually a HUGE) crush on him. During the 2004-05 school year when I worked as the intern at the BSU at Virginia Tech, my mom heard me talk about Lyle quite a bit. I was definitely "smitten" and just about everyone in the world knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I spent Thanksgiving of 2004 at Sarah and Nathan's house (then in North Carolina). Nathan got out the video camera and started rolling it just as we all were sitting down for the big dinner. My mom asked us all to go around and say one thing we were each thankful for. I remember thinking at the time how cheesy this was to get on tape. So we started going around the table...Sarah was thankful for Benjamin since he had just arrived two months before. Mom said she was thankful that year just "to be here." When it was my turn, I said I was thankful for all my nieces and nephews and that I was thankful to be back living in Blacksburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom interjected and said "Oh, come on, Anne...that means &lt;em&gt;'Lyle!'&lt;/em&gt;" and she did the finger quotes sign in the air just to emphasize. In the video, all of us around the table laughed while I blushed, because, of course, she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter in the video mingled with the laughter in Sarah's living room as we watched this scene...and here it is five years later. This little incident was probably less than four minutes long on tape, but in that short time it brought so many feelings to the surface. It brought joy because I love that my mom can still make us laugh, here in 2009. It brought sadness because of the irony of her statement of gratefulness to be with us when we know now that was her last Thanksgiving here on earth. And it brought a bittersweet feeling of thankfulness for me that Lyle could witness in watching her - however briefly - some of the best characteristics of my mom that we all miss...namely, her sense of humor and her ability to always "call a spade a spade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this video was probably the highlight of my weekend. It brought my mom close to us if only for a few minutes. It was like a belated Mother's Day gift from my mom to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-5330728554348015845?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5330728554348015845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/side-trip-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/5330728554348015845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/5330728554348015845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/side-trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='Side Trip down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-8129659664180940491</id><published>2009-05-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:17:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Weeks and Counting!</title><content type='html'>Today Jack is officially 12 weeks old. Can he really be 3 months old already? That sounds so strange...I feel like having him here is all still very new and we're just getting used to being parents, but when I look at him I can hardly believe that he ever fit inside my tummy! He is so much bigger and looks so much older than when he first arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bigger...we learned at the doctor's today that he weighs 19 lbs, 10 oz! I knew that the car carrier seemed to be getting heavy. Turns out it wasn't just my imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, Jack did not celebrate this milestone in a very fun way. He had to get two shots this afternoon, and he has not been a very happy camper since then. It's been a long evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-8129659664180940491?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8129659664180940491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-weeks-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/8129659664180940491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/8129659664180940491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-weeks-and-counting.html' title='12 Weeks and Counting!'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-220394839121096876</id><published>2009-05-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:25:29.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day in VA</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already been a full week since Jack and I returned from Virginia. We left the Thursday before Mother's Day and returned home a week later. Lyle came back earlier than we did to go back to work on Tuesday, which left me and Jack to fly home by ourselves! I was way more nervous about it than Jack was. He was perfectly well-behaved on both flights...the pressure changes didn't seem to bother him and the people around us were all pleasantly surprised by the lack of crying. I was so relieved both times to touch the ground, though! I was about a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of our time in Virginia...we got to see lots of family and friends. Mother's Day was particularly a treat because we went to Mitty's house in Winchester. The weather was perfect that day, and it was so good to catch up with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337597619039624418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShL0wTTT3OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b1DvuweJhIc/s200/IMG_4273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598503371636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShL1jxsffhI/AAAAAAAAADY/GqnouUIild4/s200/IMG_4277.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The only bad part of the day was the trip home, where we got stuck in traffic on the interstate and poor Jack was inconsolable for about 45 minutes. I felt like such a horrible mother (which you shouldn't feel like on your first Mother's Day!!) but there was nothing we could do. We were stuck between exits in stand-still construction traffic. It was a bit of a nightmare, but the day was still very good overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of good time at Aunt Amy's house. We played a LOT of Guitar Hero there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337596893358009442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShL0GD7VLGI/AAAAAAAAADI/riuJVGxoEt0/s200/IMG_4262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337596240210044162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShLzgCwuJQI/AAAAAAAAADA/l_tOKAh5nvM/s200/IMG_4271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here comes trouble...It was so crazy watching David toddle around the house and knowing that he's the size Jack will be a year from now! Boy, will we be busy chasing after him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShMWUm1oSMI/AAAAAAAAADw/W4in7LG1eX0/s1600-h/IMG_4281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337634526642849986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShMWUm1oSMI/AAAAAAAAADw/W4in7LG1eX0/s320/IMG_4281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShMVoaMje2I/AAAAAAAAADo/hcz1afAI3k8/s1600-h/IMG_4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the two cousins together. I wish I could have gotten a picture of Jack when Mary played peek-a-boo with him. Jack took a particular liking to his Big Cousin Mary. When he's a little bigger he'll have more fun playing with David. For now, David still frightens him a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShMVDv8YWtI/AAAAAAAAADg/UxxGmX7Eq00/s1600-h/IMG_4283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337633137517681362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShMVDv8YWtI/AAAAAAAAADg/UxxGmX7Eq00/s320/IMG_4283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to everyone we got to see and visit with! We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-220394839121096876?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/220394839121096876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-in-va.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/220394839121096876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/220394839121096876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-in-va.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day in VA'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/ShL0wTTT3OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b1DvuweJhIc/s72-c/IMG_4273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-1825268959363057806</id><published>2009-05-05T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:52:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping through the Night!</title><content type='html'>For the past two nights, Jack has gone to bed at 10 p.m. and we haven't heard a peep from him until 5:30 a.m.!! It may well be temporary, but he seems to have turned some kind of corner as far as sleeping goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ironic part that all mothers can probably relate to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I said we didn't hear a peep from him. It was, in fact, &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; we didn't hear a peep from him that in turn caused his mommy to wake up at oh, let's see...1:00, 3:00, 4:00, 4:30, and once more at 5:00 before he decided to wake up and eat half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm excited that at least Jack is sleeping through the night, I think I'm actually getting less sleep than before, what with all the hopping up and down I'm doing now! Other experienced mommies can chime in here...does anyone know when my body clock will stop going off every two hours with the irrepressible urge to check and make sure he is still breathing?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-1825268959363057806?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1825268959363057806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-through-night.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1825268959363057806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/1825268959363057806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-through-night.html' title='Sleeping through the Night!'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-8428187252151746574</id><published>2009-05-01T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:05:14.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Take Jack to Work" Day</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, Jack and I made our second trip to the CFA Headquarters. We got to have lunch and visit with co-workers and friends that I have sorely missed these past two months. Jack was passed around the table to everyone while I had a few minutes to eat. I think just about everyone got a chance to hold him, except for Marc who said he doesn't hold babies while their heads are still "floppy." That cracked us all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, Jack was a good boy and didn't make any messes on anyone's nice clothing! I was crossing my fingers for that the entire time... I've been living in t-shirts and sweatpants the past couple months, so it doesn't phase me when messes are made at home, but it's a different story when there are other people's dress shirts and suits on the line! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics were taken on my first visit to CFA at the beginning of April. I was having so much fun I forgot to take any pictures on this past visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330900812167350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfsqC1oTihI/AAAAAAAAACo/T6GZzMgFdMg/s320/IMG_4154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331950998056710146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Sf7lLs71sAI/AAAAAAAAACw/nimVWrNBroQ/s320/IMG_4155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also missed the lunches at work. Leftovers at home are not nearly as exciting. Thursdays are "banana pudding day" at Chick-fil-A, so I did get to enjoy that while I was there. I also enjoyed some of Chick-fil-A's famous sweet tea...and it was gooooooood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, am I spoiled!! Anyway, we had a great time visiting somewhere that means so much to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-8428187252151746574?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8428187252151746574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-jack-to-work-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/8428187252151746574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/8428187252151746574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-jack-to-work-day.html' title='&quot;Take Jack to Work&quot; Day'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfsqC1oTihI/AAAAAAAAACo/T6GZzMgFdMg/s72-c/IMG_4154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-963105727638356464</id><published>2009-04-27T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:55:58.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets to the Gun Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfYFcKBya9I/AAAAAAAAACg/r7PEaDRIucs/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453190325890002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfYFcKBya9I/AAAAAAAAACg/r7PEaDRIucs/s320/Baby+Jack+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just love the little arm "muscles" Jack has! He is a beefy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had his two month check-up at the doctor's yesterday. He is officially 16 pounds and 12 ounces! I had guessed he was around 15 pounds, because his carrier is really starting to get heavy...but I didn't know he was that big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of a rough visit at the doctor's yesterday. He pointed out that Jack's head is a bit flat on one side, so now we're all paranoid trying to get him not to lay on that side, which he definitely does favor. However...it's the demeanor of the doctor that bothers me. He always answers my questions like they are totally obvious. Well...if they were so obvious, then would I be asking them? I'm a new mommy here - cut me some slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're giving him one more shot at the 4 month check-up and if things don't improve then we're going to find somewhere else to go. Aunt Amy had a great point yesterday...if I don't like the doctor when Jack is well then I'm certainly going to have a tougher time with him when Jack is not feeling so hot. Thankfully, we haven't had to cross that bridge yet. I think I just don't have great luck with doctors. The same thing happened when I was pregnant; the more times I visited that practice the more I was ready to look elsewhere. Thankfully, we found Dr. Arshad who safely delivered our healthy, big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has thoughts on picking a pediatrician, I'd welcome them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-963105727638356464?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/963105727638356464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/tickets-to-gun-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/963105727638356464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/963105727638356464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/tickets-to-gun-show.html' title='Tickets to the Gun Show'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfYFcKBya9I/AAAAAAAAACg/r7PEaDRIucs/s72-c/Baby+Jack+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-9091430573376421514</id><published>2009-04-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:16:52.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Faces to Meet</title><content type='html'>Jack has been busy lately meeting new family members! The day after Easter, Uncle Melvin paid us a visit while he was in Georgia staying at Sarah's house. The weather was rainy that day, but we had a great afternoon together inside at our house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329443348783078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfX8fTbInlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/E2kfvYpq2i8/s320/Baby+Jack+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jack's favorite part of the afternoon was taking a nice, long nap on Uncle Melvin's shoulder. Boy, does he look comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329443875491541986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfX899kN8-I/AAAAAAAAACY/wFNIKl4HPb0/s320/Baby+Jack+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend on Saturday the 25th, Jack got to meet Uncle Evan and Aunt Emily for the first time! They drove down from Greenville to see us and hang out for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfXT8iP3ltI/AAAAAAAAACI/qXtol9kHVz4/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398771001824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfXT8iP3ltI/AAAAAAAAACI/qXtol9kHVz4/s320/Baby+Jack+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we'll drive up to their house so we can meet our new cousins Ella and Easton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfXTgL61AqI/AAAAAAAAACA/dmQJnqnh71k/s1600-h/Baby+Jack+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398283971658402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfXTgL61AqI/AAAAAAAAACA/dmQJnqnh71k/s320/Baby+Jack+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-9091430573376421514?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9091430573376421514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-faces-to-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/9091430573376421514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/9091430573376421514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-faces-to-meet.html' title='New Faces to Meet'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SfX8fTbInlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/E2kfvYpq2i8/s72-c/Baby+Jack+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-597108322135263977</id><published>2009-04-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:06:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Love about Jack</title><content type='html'>I will try to keep this short and sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When I feed him at 2 a.m. he always is ready to go back to sleep. I can only think of one time in the past 7 weeks with him where he wanted to party all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327229377576520466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4e5N95SxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6cMIRjCsQ9E/s320/IMG_4196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 9. When he cries there is something legitimately wrong. Actually, there are many times when he doesn't cry and I know if it was me I'd be screaming my head off. Like stinky diapers, for instance. If I had on some of the ones he's had, I'd be a lot more angry about it than he is. Must be those laid-back Sewall genes at work... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327231930621632578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4hN0zSIEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qqCYWw3oDX4/s320/Baby+Jack+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 8. He's big enough now to fill up the baby bathtub so it's not quite as terrifying to give him a bath. (No blackmail pictures here, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He likes to talk to Mommy and Daddy...particularly on the changing table for some reason. It's fun to see him discover his voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327234615524306226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4jqG19rTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F0xCUvL3Ho0/s320/IMG_4156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He doesn't mind it when Mommy and Daddy are extremely silly and try to talk back to him the same voice he uses on the changing table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327233418121095554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4ikaKyqYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/02ZA_5CGdOM/s320/Baby+Jack+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love to watch him follow the Winnie the Pooh mobile in his room. With as many Winnie the Pooh articles as we have, it's a good thing he likes it. Not that he has much choice in the matter right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. This probably sounds tacky, but I secretly love it when he gets out a really good burp after I feed him. I don't know why that makes me proud of him, but strangely enough it does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327235622286663666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4kktU0H_I/AAAAAAAAABE/4W0lu736flc/s320/Baby+Jack+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love that when he's worried or concentrating on something, he looks the most like "Mini-Lyle." Sometimes I could swear he's already starting to solve the engineering problems in his head. No pressure, though, no pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327232590190502370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4h0N4wYeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FQtu9PWoepo/s320/IMG_4182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I snuggle his head and hold him close, his hair is all soft and downy against my cheek. I'm going to be so sad if he loses his baby hair!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327237091998212786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4l6QbWorI/AAAAAAAAABU/w_OPs5aVPLE/s320/Baby+Jack+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the number one thing I love about Jack is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love that I get to be his mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327236050496944562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4k9oiGebI/AAAAAAAAABM/MwQf2Ua_LVw/s320/IMG_4209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-597108322135263977?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/597108322135263977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-things-i-love-about-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/597108322135263977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/597108322135263977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-things-i-love-about-jack.html' title='10 Things I Love about Jack'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se4e5N95SxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6cMIRjCsQ9E/s72-c/IMG_4196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2615721217844137188.post-7546575890144607364</id><published>2009-04-19T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:55:51.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Afternoon to Join the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SetxXe9yLeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gdZBeHBdp_8/s1600-h/IMG_4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326475632558878178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SetxXe9yLeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gdZBeHBdp_8/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday afternoon at the Sewall house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is asleep in his swing, Lyle is reading, and Anne is trying to navigate her way into the 21st century world of "blogging." I feel so behind on things. I've just been looking at Stephanie's and Tiffany's blogs, and they're so snazzy looking. Clearly they have mastered the art of personalizing their "blog space." I'm not that far yet, so I'll just stick with the standard boring layouts, templates, and colors. Man, I need to get with it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should introduce the blog. If you're reading, either you're very bored and found your way here and you don't know us - which is completely creepy, I might add - or more likely you are already acquainted with the Sewall family. You maybe even be related to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the latter is the case then it means you already know me, Lyle, and our beautiful new son, Jack. Jack was born on February 26, 2009, at 1:05 in the morning. He weighed in at 9 lbs, 5 oz and measured somewhere between 20 and 21 1/2 inches. (The hospital said 20, but if you'd seen him that day, you'd know he was longer than that. The doctor said four days later he was 21 and a half. Hence the confusion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a post to kick things off as I start the chronicles of our Adventures with Jack. And get up to speed on modern technology in the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I will be bold and join the revolution of social networkers in the strange and mysterious world known as "Facebook."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Setx1F2FISI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mnIlWvCOAWo/s1600-h/IMG_4218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326476141211754786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Setx1F2FISI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mnIlWvCOAWo/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2615721217844137188-7546575890144607364?l=babysewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7546575890144607364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiet-afternoon-to-join-21st-century.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/7546575890144607364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2615721217844137188/posts/default/7546575890144607364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysewall.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiet-afternoon-to-join-21st-century.html' title='Quiet Afternoon to Join the 21st Century'/><author><name>Anne Sewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02293278947887095986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/Se5x0ucowSI/AAAAAAAAABg/JdZKhsk4BzQ/S220/IMG_4209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQuDoCAM9BY/SetxXe9yLeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gdZBeHBdp_8/s72-c/IMG_4224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
