<?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-7818652708467131204</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:46:45.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherri's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-437760087613909730</id><published>2010-08-05T21:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:23:08.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery's Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt86ze3BkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UQyoY05uyVk/s1600/DeGroot+108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt86ze3BkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UQyoY05uyVk/s320/DeGroot+108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So.. I tried doing a "photoshoot" of Avery.. I wanted a white background, so that it was just him in the photos. To do this, I hung a white sheet. Unfortunately, the only one I could find was a wrinked fitted one. Had I of spent more time on this project, I would have put the sheet in the dryer on touch up or ironed out the creases.. but in true Sherri fashion, I just wanted to do it and not spend time on all these details.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the first picture of him on the sheet.. with a little editing of the sheet, this picture wouldn't be too bad. And of course he's with Cayman Carlos the Turtle (who he really does love). I do wish I had some different lights, so we wouldn't have such a distinct shadow.. then again, if I take the time to edit, I can fix this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got the one picture, and then.. he didn't like sitting there too much. So, he crawled off the "photo studio". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt9q9mMDJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/R0dpyCikC_g/s1600/DeGroot+111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt9q9mMDJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/R0dpyCikC_g/s320/DeGroot+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt93Fk2lWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FfQO8RJ3Uzs/s1600/DeGroot+115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt93Fk2lWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FfQO8RJ3Uzs/s320/DeGroot+115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course I thought I could fix this problem and brought the coffee table over for him to stand with. He loves standing and his ability to walk around by grabbing one thing and then the next was not considered in this strategy, so he walked along the coffee table off of the "photo studio" and straight toward the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-EPFmopI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YtuMUn0zNeI/s1600/DeGroot+124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-EPFmopI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YtuMUn0zNeI/s320/DeGroot+124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-TGpb9JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TTPQo5yxK_8/s1600/DeGroot+125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-TGpb9JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TTPQo5yxK_8/s320/DeGroot+125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he was very interested in the tripod, which of course I was not using because he was moving around too fast. Holding the camera I was lucky that he was even in the frame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I got a couple of decent picture of the man. They have to be close up in order to not show my make-shift "photo studio", but none the less, I think they turned out alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-b6ONUZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/--NAgWmkYWY/s1600/DeGroot+131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-b6ONUZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/--NAgWmkYWY/s320/DeGroot+131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-kiAU28I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NlwJSpNwYX8/s1600/DeGroot+134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt-kiAU28I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NlwJSpNwYX8/s320/DeGroot+134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little editing of the sheet in the background might just fix these up nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-437760087613909730?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/437760087613909730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/08/averys-photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/437760087613909730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/437760087613909730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/08/averys-photoshoot.html' title='Avery&apos;s Photoshoot'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFt86ze3BkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UQyoY05uyVk/s72-c/DeGroot+108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-5679969057841008507</id><published>2010-08-01T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:51:27.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Chicago, What do you say?!?!?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... Well, hopefully we'll be singing that this afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWxYvO8f3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/L-lN3a_BXcA/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWxYvO8f3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/L-lN3a_BXcA/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night was awesome at the Cubs game. Unfortunately, the Cubbies didn't win, but we did have awesome seats and get to the game completed with a cycle. Sitting behind home plate is pretty cool. Its an awesome view of the game! Here's a few shots: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWyAS4d_GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IgNcV8nKBiA/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWyAS4d_GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IgNcV8nKBiA/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWxpEkOO7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0HJX-t3MsHI/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWxpEkOO7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0HJX-t3MsHI/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Walking around the tunnels on the way to our seats, we got to see DeWitt's jersey that they were preparing to put in his locker, so it would be there if he showed up to the game. Its crazy how quickly they can get this stuff done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWzT3Gp89I/AAAAAAAAAHA/UDVV4PrmEps/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWzT3Gp89I/AAAAAAAAAHA/UDVV4PrmEps/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before going to the game, I made Avery laugh a little too much. He was in his crib and fell over laughing and bumped his lip on the edge of the crib. Poor little baby... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWyv552ETI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ls9zKfQ2bWc/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWyv552ETI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ls9zKfQ2bWc/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-5679969057841008507?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/5679969057841008507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-chicago-what-do-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/5679969057841008507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/5679969057841008507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-chicago-what-do-you-say.html' title='Hey Chicago, What do you say?!?!?..'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TFWxYvO8f3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/L-lN3a_BXcA/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-375766995618843254</id><published>2010-07-27T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:10:47.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Avery</title><content type='html'>Avery has gone from being able to scoot on his belly to reach what he wants to racing from one room to the next.&amp;nbsp;Every time I turn around he's in a different room or getting into something new. He's so much fun now and really interacting. The other day he crawled around the corner so we couldn't see him, then he started playing peek-a-boo around the corner and giggling. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-axR0tvSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Om0ZzvQqcJQ/s1600/7-27-2010+039+Cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-axR0tvSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Om0ZzvQqcJQ/s320/7-27-2010+039+Cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-bo40eBXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0Ya0Yj_AxBs/s1600/7-27-2010+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-bo40eBXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0Ya0Yj_AxBs/s320/7-27-2010+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-bMJoG7SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BsJSU8vimKY/s1600/7-27-2010+015+Lightened.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-bMJoG7SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BsJSU8vimKY/s320/7-27-2010+015+Lightened.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Add caption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not only does this young man race around the house, but he has 4&amp;nbsp;teeth, with two more looking like they'll come in any day! He has the bottom two front ones - which you can see in the picture. He also has two on the top, but they are the ones next to front. The two front top ones are about to come in any day. He pretends to have teeth in the back and chews everything which means he's started eating table food! He's eaten a hamburger, pork chop, hot dog, carrots, and pasta pick ups all by himself!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course he makes sounds of enjoyment with every bite. Not sure when I'm supposed to start teaching him that talking with his mouth full is unacceptable.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-375766995618843254?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/375766995618843254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/07/mobile-avery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/375766995618843254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/375766995618843254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/07/mobile-avery.html' title='Mobile Avery'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/TE-axR0tvSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Om0ZzvQqcJQ/s72-c/7-27-2010+039+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-7518099922322224008</id><published>2010-04-07T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:07:54.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S71HwX1DHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MakMV0wT0y4/s1600/Avery+Spaghetti+007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457597219798719570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S71HwX1DHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MakMV0wT0y4/s320/Avery+Spaghetti+007-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we enjoyed a spaghetti dinner with sauce made by Dylan's Uncle Henry. It was so delicious that we decided to let Avery have a taste. He attacked the pot with determination. He even ended up getting some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt; on his feet (don't worry.. the sauce wasn't hot), but unfortunately I didn't get a good picture of his spaghetti feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-7518099922322224008?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/7518099922322224008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/04/spaghetti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/7518099922322224008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/7518099922322224008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/04/spaghetti.html' title='Spaghetti'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S71HwX1DHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MakMV0wT0y4/s72-c/Avery+Spaghetti+007-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-5957172521433001238</id><published>2010-04-06T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:49:59.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we celebrated Avery's first Easter. The Easter bunny came and filled his Easter basket. I guess the bunny remembered that Avery doesn't have any teeth, so filled it with a couple of toys instead of candy. It was so much fun seeing him play with his basket and his new toys. I tried doing some editing since I missed capturing him trying to eat his basket - he tries to eat everything these days.. but I struggled a lot with part of the bas&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wNcozGB_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQHRs8A82FQ/s1600/Avery+Easter+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457251634105419762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wNcozGB_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQHRs8A82FQ/s320/Avery+Easter+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ket. This w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wNvqKVpII/AAAAAAAAAFw/sCI36Fo8ZPY/s1600/Avery+Easter+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457251960888861826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wNvqKVpII/AAAAAAAAAFw/sCI36Fo8ZPY/s320/Avery+Easter+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as my first attempt of merging two photos.. If you have any suggestions on how I can fix the basket, please share them! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wN7ZeErtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CaXzoYleJ5I/s1600/Avery+Easter+025-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457252162566663890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wN7ZeErtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CaXzoYleJ5I/s320/Avery+Easter+025-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7818652708467131204-5957172521433001238?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/5957172521433001238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/5957172521433001238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/5957172521433001238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7wNcozGB_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQHRs8A82FQ/s72-c/Avery+Easter+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-473666500464350730</id><published>2010-03-31T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:25:59.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided it is about time to do some blogging again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this winter has been fun - I met my niece Fiona who was born Jan 20th, got some skiing in, chased coyotes in the truck with Dylan and everything else - I am ready for the spring and summer. The daffodils have sprouted (no flowers yet) in the back yard and the yesterday's 82F day teased me when I know we could still get another snow storm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family is all doing well. Dylan has gotten quite a bit of prairie dog hunting in this winter and is happy about that. Avery is almost sitting up completely independently - he doesn't know his tipping point, so will go from sitting up to making a face plant into the ground in one motion. He loves food (just like his mom) and screams when he's hungry (just like his mom :) ). Captain and Gauge are both good. Captain is still needy and Gauge is starting to show her age even though she is only 7 or so. She has an issue with her back near her tail and is sore to the point of not wanting to move in the mornings after having run the day before. She'll get up to go outside and will squeal with her butt down.. poor girl. Fortunately, we have some prescription pain medicine to help her out on the bad days. Its sad because she loves running out in the fields so much.... she a natural hunting dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started doing some more photo editing again. I've been working on &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QocadgdnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3ORoQIFCoCo/s1600/img005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some pictures of Dylan's &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QoqC6kW4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6l85fZOurGI/s1600/img005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family that I started a long time ago. Editing the pictures is very mind stimulating and therapeutic for m&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QrpvvqJHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j5o_NZJp2X0/s1600/img005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455033044843504754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QrpvvqJHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j5o_NZJp2X0/s400/img005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. Here are a couple of restorations I've done. In this one, I fixed the coloring, removed the strange glare that goes around the picture (predominately in the lower right corner) and done some minor touch ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7Qtjn4XfUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aYn19xlMHIY/s1600/img005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455035138676587842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7Qtjn4XfUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aYn19xlMHIY/s400/img005-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the second set of pictures, I fixed the coloring, repaired the crease and tear, recreated the bottom part of the girl on the left's dress, and did some minor touch ups to blemishes and stains on the photo.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7Qrg56T_rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EOF3pDQT4lk/s1600/img003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032892953722546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7Qrg56T_rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EOF3pDQT4lk/s400/img003-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QrXVx8HbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tMw0v3lXo5s/s1600/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032728636104114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QrXVx8HbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tMw0v3lXo5s/s400/img003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QoRBDc3_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/1DaNa9MMzuM/s1600/img003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about all I have for today... hopefully it won't be so many months until my next blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QoF9aN8tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Orp4QP37UFs/s1600/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/7818652708467131204-473666500464350730?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/473666500464350730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/473666500464350730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/473666500464350730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/S7QrpvvqJHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j5o_NZJp2X0/s72-c/img005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-7774906641391038459</id><published>2009-11-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:14:10.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery now 4 weeks old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everything has been going well with Avery since he's been home. I have no complaints. He seems to be a pretty good baby. We are starting to learn his cries - hungry, tired, need burped, etc. There always seems to be a reason for his cries - and he doesn't c&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMHTHeztRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tcedVqDvevA/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400668403154531602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMHTHeztRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tcedVqDvevA/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ry much at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's starting to hold his head up better and better every day. He outgrew his newborn clothes at 2.5 weeks. Definitely a growing little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan has taking greatly to being a dad. He seems to love Dad-Avery time. Unfortunately, he doesn't get as much of that as he would like since he's back at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-7774906641391038459?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/7774906641391038459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/11/avery-now-4-weeks-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/7774906641391038459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/7774906641391038459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/11/avery-now-4-weeks-old.html' title='Avery now 4 weeks old!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMHTHeztRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tcedVqDvevA/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-4181166550678906234</id><published>2009-11-05T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:08:30.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery James Harrell - Oct 8, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery was born Oct 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 1:44AM. He was 8lbs 15oz and 20.75 in long. He was a stubborn "little" baby and didn't quite want to come out. After having contractions since 3am about 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; apart (not bad ones at all), then going into full blown labor around 5:30PM (went from 4cm to 8cm between 5PM and 7PM), and pushing for an hour and half, the doctor said that it could still be awhile or he could use the vacuum/suction thing. I was all for that! 3 contractions later and Avery was here! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMFfu4cXXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KuihfMyDCAs/s1600-h/Avery+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400666420866211186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMFfu4cXXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KuihfMyDCAs/s320/Avery+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMFxQEf0sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rlGu5uA8kVs/s1600-h/Avery+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400666721832915650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMFxQEf0sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rlGu5uA8kVs/s320/Avery+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; at the hospital. All the nurses were super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;helpful&lt;/span&gt; and kind. I would definitely recommend giving birth at Good Samaritan. Avery was born in the early hours of Thursday morning. We got to the "mom/baby room" around 4am after they weighed him, bathed him, tried getting breastfeeding started, etc. We stayed at the hospital until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mid morning&lt;/span&gt; on Friday. &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/7818652708467131204-4181166550678906234?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/4181166550678906234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/11/avery-james-harrell-oct-8-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/4181166550678906234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/4181166550678906234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/11/avery-james-harrell-oct-8-2009.html' title='Avery James Harrell - Oct 8, 2009'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SvMFfu4cXXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KuihfMyDCAs/s72-c/Avery+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-1039838934557200957</id><published>2009-07-23T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:43:58.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Weeks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk6G7avIeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HRO-tjBGGs4/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow.. I'm an awful blogger.. so much has happened since my last post! I'll try to remember as much as possible without making this too terribly lengthy. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOSTON - Back in May, Dylan and I went to out to Boston for a few days. We never ended up taking a honeymoon, so that's what we considered this trip. We had a ton of fun walking around the city, going to 2 Red Sox games, and seeing Pooja and Gentry. The baseball games at Fenway were pretty awesome. I love going to the games with that incredible atmosphere where everyone in the park is in tuned and excited about what's going on in the game (something that doesn't happen often at Rockies games :)) Sorry.... no pictures.. they are on Dylan's work computer right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 WEEK ULTRASOUND - IT&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzAwTGCNI/AAAAAAAAACo/6FRVMn6nF_E/s1600-h/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604082822699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361872919419291858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzAwTGCNI/AAAAAAAAACo/6FRVMn6nF_E/s320/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604082822699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'S A BOY!!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzRepMPcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XQn4sLS37Lo/s1600-h/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604084619513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361873206737911234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzRepMPcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XQn4sLS37Lo/s320/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604084619513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzdTcPg9I/AAAAAAAAADA/ntT1YgJ915E/s1600-h/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604084624186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361873409889240018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzdTcPg9I/AAAAAAAAADA/ntT1YgJ915E/s320/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604084624186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk1eVyC6oI/AAAAAAAAADI/ngsmsGBnWJg/s1600-h/Sherri+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361873043579857010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzH-1R6HI/AAAAAAAAACw/hfsBO5pcwXI/s320/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604083252547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ultrasound was pretty crazy. We could see all of his fingers and toes. It was probably one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. When the ultrasound tech was trying to get a picture of his face, he kept covering his face up with his arms and hands - we could see all this on the ultrasound!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In light of having a baby boy, we are going to do a Cubs nursery. I just ordered the wallpaper border for the room tonight so I can start picking out the paint and getting the room decorated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th OF JULY - We took to dogs out to Dylan's mom's place in the Black Hills for the weekend. The dogs loved getting to run around and watch us play boche ball. We enjoyed taking the ATVs out in the national forest and spending some good quality time outside. We have some cool pics from our ATVing, but I can't find them on the computer right now, so they must also be on D's work computer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk2A_u2TSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2E2frDCouJc/s1600-h/Sherri+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361876222097116450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk2A_u2TSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2E2frDCouJc/s320/Sherri+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!! - July 14th was our 2 year anniversary. We celebrated it by having a nice dinner at home and watching a movie together. I can't believe its already been 2 years! Here are some pictures from our anniversary - including pictures of my crazy belly!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk3NbsafAI/AAAAAAAAADY/fdoDrgPYs4c/s1600-h/Sherri+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361877535273155586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk3NbsafAI/AAAAAAAAADY/fdoDrgPYs4c/s320/Sherri+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk32Nq9kNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gy1ZxIzMqZY/s1600-h/Sherri+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361878235883606226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk32Nq9kNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gy1ZxIzMqZY/s320/Sherri+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk1eVyC6oI/AAAAAAAAADI/ngsmsGBnWJg/s1600-h/Sherri+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MIKE and KRISTEN'S WEDDING - Last weekend we had a great time at Mike and Kristen's wedding. The ceremony and the reception were both beautful! Other than dancing with Dylan for one song, I didn't dance much because my back was sore (not sure if that is due to the extra 30lbs I'm carrying or f&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk5BPaf7AI/AAAAAAAAADo/sabTvkQtLEc/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361879524841614338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk5BPaf7AI/AAAAAAAAADo/sabTvkQtLEc/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rom the belly pulling on my back).. It was still a great time and it looked like everyone was enjoying themselves. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361880012911304258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Smk5dpnYXkI/AAAAAAAAADw/UF-ZESrDsXo/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW - I feel like my belly is getting bigger and bigger everyday. Each day Avery is a little more active. Right now, I'm watching my belly move from side to side because of his moving around. With how my belly is moving it looks like there is an alien inside trying to escape! I can actually touch my belly where he's at and its hard from the foot that's kicking me or the butt that's sticking out. Feeling and seeing him move like this almost starts to give this baby a personality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's a quick run by of life since my last blog.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-1039838934557200957?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/1039838934557200957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/07/28-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/1039838934557200957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/1039838934557200957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/07/28-weeks.html' title='28 Weeks!!!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SmkzAwTGCNI/AAAAAAAAACo/6FRVMn6nF_E/s72-c/HARRELLSHERRIG20090604082822699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-497516630686388482</id><published>2009-04-28T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:53:47.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion with Roomies (minus Ceci :( )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A little pregnancy update - currently in week 15. This is the first week that I haven't felt sick or been sick! Progress!!! The baby bump means that a lot of my shirts don't look so good on me anymore.. need to start buying some clothes that fit. Seriously.. I will put up a picture soon. The only one I have is about a week old and doesn't do the bump justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last weekend, Dylan went to Vegas for a bachelor party, so I went to DC to meet up the roomies. It was great to see everyone. I hadn't seen Megan nor Anna K since my wedding, so that was awesome to final see them! It was also great to Anna C and Lauren again. Unfortunately, Ceci is working in South Carolina and was unable to make our little reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I flew into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffH-oHFLiI/AAAAAAAAACA/dxli882d4x4/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329948562749206050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffH-oHFLiI/AAAAAAAAACA/dxli882d4x4/s200/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; National on Friday evening. Anna C picked me up and we went back to her house. Her and I just spent the evening taking it easy, chatting, and catching up. In the morning we went to Giant to get food for our afternoon picnic. Lauren and Anna K then met up with us and the four of us drove to Fredericksburg to meet up with Megan. We picked up Meg at the meeting space - where we ooed and awwed at her ring!!! CONGRATS MEGO! It was exciting to hear all about her boy and the engagement! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffIfF3CdhI/AAAAAAAAACI/5_dq6nPBvy4/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329949120490796562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffIfF3CdhI/AAAAAAAAACI/5_dq6nPBvy4/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We drove around and found a historic site/battlefield. We set up our picnic in the foundation of one of the old buildings. It was a great spot - grassy and shady. The shade was definitely needed since the temp was in the 90s. Everything was great about the picnic, catching up on what everyone is doing, the food, the place, the weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffJu6eM9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vtmVwzVbD_I/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329950491823371666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffJu6eM9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vtmVwzVbD_I/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It just makes me miss everyone. I wish we could all get together more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The only problem with having a picnic at a historic site, are the guided tour groups. A couple groups came by and stared at the foundation that we were sitting in for about ten minutes each.. a little bit awkward. We just kept our voices down and let the groups stare at us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Driving back from Fredericksburg, we stopped in and saw my grandma. We hung out with her and socialized in her apartment for a little. It was great to get to see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffNBcg3buI/AAAAAAAAACY/JS4eEGi4WXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954108733877986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffNBcg3buI/AAAAAAAAACY/JS4eEGi4WXQ/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffNYGAkKhI/AAAAAAAAACg/gzW6X24pU9s/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329954497829808658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffNYGAkKhI/AAAAAAAAACg/gzW6X24pU9s/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;of us (except Meg, who had gone back to Richmond after the picnic) went back to Anna C's. We relaxed for a bit and then got ready to go out. One of Anna C's colleagues was a having a birthday get-together/wig party.  I didn't have a wig, but it turned out that probably half the people or more didn't wear wigs.  We went to the get together and just hung out and chatted some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sunday morning I got up, went to the airport and came home. It was a great weekend and I was so happy to see everyone. I'm glad that we were all able to make the time to spend the day together! &lt;/span&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/7818652708467131204-497516630686388482?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/497516630686388482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/04/reunion-with-roomies-minus-ceci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/497516630686388482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/497516630686388482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/04/reunion-with-roomies-minus-ceci.html' title='Reunion with Roomies (minus Ceci :( )'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SffH-oHFLiI/AAAAAAAAACA/dxli882d4x4/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-6146341327941644674</id><published>2009-04-09T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:32:52.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbeat!</title><content type='html'>I'm now 13 weeks along.. I think I'm starting to feel better and I seem to have a little more energy (haven't found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; asleep by 8:30 too recently). I thought I was over feeling nauseous because I've felt pretty good the last few days. I've even gotten hungry instead of just feeling like if I don't eat I'm going to be sick. But then I was feeling a little sick today. So, I guess I'm not completely past this first trimester burden, but I feel like I'm definitely making progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a baby bumb! Crazy, I know! Its really little, but its definitely a bump. Maybe I'll get a picture this weekend to share. For now you just have to believe me :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor today. I'd gained 1lb since my last visit which was 4 weeks ago. From what I remember reading, that's actually what the weight gain is supposed to be in a month at this point - so not too bad. At the appointment, we just went through the results from the blood work that they did last time. All was good news :). Then we got to hear the little racing heartbeat!!! It took her a minute to find it with the doppler thing. She had warned us that sometimes it takes a sec when the baby is still this small. Even so, the 20 seconds or whatever it took to find the heartbeat was pretty nerve racking. I don't know how much of my nerves was the fear of there not being a heartbeat and how much I was just super excited to hear it. Anyway, she found it and she said it was beating at the right rate. Its crazy how fast that thing beats. It was 150 something a minute... I think.. unfortunately I can't remember exactly.  Afterwards, Dylan and I were eating lunch and he was telling me how when he heard it, he couldn't help but to just smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-6146341327941644674?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/6146341327941644674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/6146341327941644674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/6146341327941644674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartbeat.html' title='The Heartbeat!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-8730287397181981607</id><published>2009-03-24T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:07:47.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pregnancy Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;faint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; line;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Google required for proof;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started feeling a little &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; about two weeks before my period was even due. I just felt like I had a bug of some kind - headache, nausea, etc.. After about a week of this, I started to think.. maybe.. could it be.. I don't normally feel like this... hmmm.. I began secretly looking up early signs of pregnancy and it seemed to fit. I mentioned this to Dylan and he thought it was all psychological - with the idea that I can make myself feel sick - he didn't think anybody would feel sick that soon. Since this was the first month that we began trying, I could understand his doubts, because I kind of thought he might be right. Then again, I knew that something wasn't right.. Then my boobs started growing.. Dylan noticed this and knew I couldn't just &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;them to grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally, after two &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L  O  N  G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weeks of waiting, I bought a pregnancy test. Their accuracy doesn't get up into the 90's% until a day or so before your period is due, prior to then its likely to give false negatives. So, I waited until my period was due the next day - I was convinced I was pregnant at this point and if I got a false negative, I didn't want to hear "I told you so". I stopped on the way home from work to buy the test - I got a two pack of course! Dylan had mentioned earlier in the day that if I wanted to buy a pregnancy test, I should go for it. I didn't tell him that I'd actually bought one, I just took the stick into the bathroom when I got home. I came back out with it after a minute or two... with a very confused look on my face. I shove the stick in his face, "is that one line or two?!?!?!". The one line is a control and turns pink from peeing on it if you are pregnant or not. The second line (and the important line) ONLY turns pink if you are pregnant. Well.. I could see where the line was, but it definitely wasn't bold like the control line. He just looked at me and told me to google it. So, I did. The result was - a line is a line, no matter how faint it is! There was definitely a line.. but really, is that as dark as its going to get?? We both had these huge smiles on our faces, but they were nervous smiles because we still couldn't believe it. For a split second I debated running to the store and buying a different brand to double check the result. Instead, we read all the pamphlet - because maybe it would be inspiring. It did tell us one more thing - if the result is negative, the result will disappear off the stick in 10 minutes, a positive result will last 48 hours. Two hours later, the result was still there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The next day after work, Dylan suggest that I use the second pregnancy test. I know that you can't get a false positive on a pregnancy test because you either have the hormone or you don't. I just told him that I'd use it if he wanted me to. He seemed to think it would be good just to make sure. It ended up being the same story.. the second line was still fainter than the constant line.. but there were 2 lines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's the story of my pregnancy test... I can definitely understand those commercials that talk about so many people misreading the results. Prior to this, I thought those commerical were crazy - how tough can it be to read 1 or 2 lines, a plus or minus, etc.. Little did I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-8730287397181981607?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/8730287397181981607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy-test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/8730287397181981607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/8730287397181981607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy-test.html' title='The Pregnancy Test'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-2933120897378999287</id><published>2009-03-23T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:33:34.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet - Good bye WRX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dylan and I made the big decision over the weekend to get rid of my car. Its bittersweet because I'm very sad to let go of my car - its been great to me.. and fun.. and fast... But this allows us to save up money to buy a car and hopefully not have a payment - which is good both with the state of the economy and with the baby on the way. I'm not sure what we'll end up getting at this point, but we aren't planning on buying anything soon. For the time being, I'm super cool driving Dylan's mom's 1997 Dodge Caravan. I look about as cool in it as I feel driving it. Its quite a change from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Subie&lt;/span&gt;, but I am definitely very thankful that we are able to use it and go some time without a car payment. We may even wait until after the baby comes and see how much space we need with the wheelchair, car seat, and stroller in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other big event of the weekend was Captain's bath. Somehow he knew as soon as I went into the bedroom what he was in for. He went straight for his bed and laid there. I would tell him to come and he'd just look at me like I'm crazy. Then he just rolled on his side and played dead. He's never this calm normally.. Its just his defense mechanism - dead weight is definitely harder to drag to the tub than a rambunctious dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SchC9LzQ0OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AonsWYCryUM/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316572979018125538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SchC9LzQ0OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AonsWYCryUM/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally tricked him into the tub using a treat - that dog is a sucker for anything he can eat. Most of the time he just acts as a mop and tries cleaning the kitchen floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; there is the slightest residue of food on the floor.. probably why his breath always stinks so bad. Anyway, I finally get him in the tub and give him a bath. Of course he is filthy because that dog just attracts dirt. We had gone to the dog park and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; there was only one good place to lay down - in the mud puddle. So now, he's all clean from his bath and I put him outside to dry (for those of you that don't live here, it was in the 70s on Sunday). By the time I get the bathroom back in order and go out to help dry him off some more, he's already walked all in the dirt so his feet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ankles&lt;/span&gt; were covered in dirt! So much for all the hard work and giving the dog a bath..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-2933120897378999287?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/2933120897378999287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/03/bittersweet-good-bye-wrx.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/2933120897378999287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/2933120897378999287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/03/bittersweet-good-bye-wrx.html' title='Bittersweet - Good bye WRX'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/SchC9LzQ0OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AonsWYCryUM/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818652708467131204.post-8690593247443634700</id><published>2009-03-17T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:59:54.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/ScBs1--baFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvHzH7xWARM/s1600-h/Baby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314367234990893138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/ScBs1--baFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvHzH7xWARM/s320/Baby%27s+first+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, things have been going really well for Dylan and I. We found out several weeks ago that I'm pregnant! I'm now 9 weeks pregnant. We went to the doctor last Thursday saw the baby on the ultrasound. It didn't really look too much like a baby, but was still super exciting. We saw the a little flicker in the chest, which the nurse told us is the heartbeat! So, the baby's heart is already beating, but we don't get to hear it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doppler&lt;/span&gt; until next month. The little guy/girl was 2.31 cm - its hard to believe something so tiny can be so life changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is a picture of the baby - Dylan took this of the ultrasound monitor with his phone. I should really scan print-out for better quality, but you get the point: (The dotted line over the baby was for measuring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've definitely felt the morning sickness. I feel like calling it morning sickness is very unjust since it lasts the entire day. Very few foods sound good to eat which is unfortunate since eating is the one thing that helps with the nausea. I am very thankful though that Dylan has been so patient with me. He's handled my crazy mood swings leading me to cry before work because I have nothing to take for lunch, my not wanting to do anything because I just feel sick and know I'll be miserable, and my utter exhaustion. I offered him the husband of the year award, but he turned it down because he thought it was too much pressure to live up to... so far, even without the award, he's doing a great job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've debated on whether or not I want to know the sex of the baby. I always thought that I would want to wait, but now, I want to know. That way I can decorate the baby's room before the baby gets here - and if its a girl I work on avoiding Dylan's desire for a Cubs nursery :). We'll find out if its a boy or girl around the first week in June when I go in for an ultrasound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So.. that's my first ever blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7818652708467131204-8690593247443634700?l=sherriharrell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/feeds/8690593247443634700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/8690593247443634700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7818652708467131204/posts/default/8690593247443634700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherriharrell.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634584275559840523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/Scg2UlFqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3T3lRNzjisI/S220/Dylan+%26+Sherri++7887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BKul4s_UW10/ScBs1--baFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvHzH7xWARM/s72-c/Baby%27s+first+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
