Technical question

If I want to put a border around my photos when I upload them, how do I do that? Anyone know how to add/change that setting on blogger?

Snuggly punkin

Kurt snapped this shot this morning. (Excuse my hair...) My sweet girl wanted to snuggle. Pretty soon our mornings will consist of snuggling little Campbell in the bed, too! That is, if Winnie makes room for him.

I love my little family and feel very blessed and thankful to God for his many blessings.

32 weeks

Here's mama at 32 weeks! Hanging in there!

Tonight we went to an engagement party for some friends. It was fun to get dressed up and socialize, even if I didn't feel as cute as other smaller, non-pregnant girls. Ha.

I'm going to the doc every 2 weeks now. After 2 more visits, I'll start going every week. EEK!!

I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm thankful. I'm scared to death. I laugh. I cry...I'm pregnant.

The baby is due in 8 weeks. The nursery is not ready and I haven't registered anywhere yet. However, both of those are expected to change this week.

We are going to birthing classes. Quite informative. I'll not elaborate.

I read a Charles Spurgeon quote this week and I am trying to give it focus: "Listen no more to the wailings of your trembling flesh, which cries, “Alas, I am weak,” but hear the voice of him who saith “I am God Almighty."

I'll post pics of the nursery as it comes along.

Also, it is my opinion that Extreme Couponing and Hoarders are THE SAME SHOW. Thank you and goodnight!

29 weeks

Winnie girl turns 2!

This little girl...

The day she came home

First bath

turned 2 years old today! Happy birthday to my favorite girl! She's growing up and is still a great joy to us! I foresee Winnie being a sweet big sister to Campbell when he arrives. Hopefully the adjustment will be smooth.

(best picture ever!!!!)

Presents

Inspecting her gifts

Here's to many more birthdays, sweet girl. Love you!

Tupelo sighting: The Easter spirit

Kurt and I saw this sticker on a car Sunday afternoon. Couldn't agree more. ;)

Fraidy dog

Winnie sporting her new name tag

Well, we have discovered yet another irrational fear held by Miss Winnie Claire. (She's so much like her mama!) In addition to being terrified of storms and the vacuum cleaner, she also dislikes the sound of cards shuffling. That's right, folks. I gotta cancel that family trip to Tunica for next weekend.

Kurt and I were playing rummy tonight, and when I first shuffled the cards, she came up and sniffed them while I shuffled. I was glad she was interested in what we were doing. However, with each subsequent shuffle, she jumped back and huffed a little. She whined the entire rest of the game (we tied, btw, which I consider a victory for me since I married a card counter and usually lose at everything) and acted startled and annoyed as we shuffled at each new hand.


In addition, a product review:

A few weeks ago, we ordered Winnie a Thundershirt. My description is that it's a swaddle for a dog. It Velcros around the dog's body and helps it to feel less anxious, or so it says. Winnie wore it for two storms and one round of vacuuming (that was Kurt's idea), and it didn't calm her. In fact, it annoyed her. Each time she wore it, she shook like she shakes after a bath -- like she was trying to get it off of her. So, we sent it back this week.

If anyone has tried this or any other remedies for anxious dogs (besides pills, which I'm not beyond inquiring about and acquiring at the vet), let me know. There's a storm brewing outside right now and Winnie is already panicking. With each clap of thunder, she crawls closer to me on the bed. Now she is laying right next to me with her head on my leg. My only remedy has been to put her in my closet. She feels safe in there. In fact, she usually goes in there on her own when she's afraid. I call it the R. Kelly Syndrome. (Trapped in the closet...) I have a feeling I'll be taking her in there myself at some hour tonight.

I have a built-in weather adviser. When it's storming, she goes in the closet. When it's safe, she comes out. Very simple.

Poor little girl. If you're a storm or the vacuum, she'll run scared. But if you're the UPS man, she'll bark her head off at you. Don't dare try to walk up to our front door, and heaven forbid you should ring the doorbell.

She is a woman, after all. I guess it's her prerogative to fear what she wants, even if it doesn't make any logical sense -- like cards shuffling.