Stolen but worth it.

I stole this from my sister's friend's blog. Follow?

I just felt like more of the world was on need to know basis.

I'm going to Wal-Mart.

Sucess

We went. We walked. We conquered.

THANKS A MILLION to all those who graciously donated and to my pals and family for trucking it with us!

It seriously was kickin.

The Crew

The back of the tees and some sweet booty.

The ladies.
Phil, Sara, Becca, Malissa and SlothFinn

Taryn, the gal that started this whole mess.

The fam. Crossing the finish line-Ty, honey, I know. I'm scared too.


Why not finish with a scarcely seen family picture?

I'm not sure about everyone else...I had a serious nap this afternoon.

THANKS!

Busy Little Toot

She constantly says..."See mom. I can do it. I don't even need a mom anymore."

Then I tell her to get a job.

It's a hard knock life, baby.

It just involuntarily sings

So I'm watching the Lyman kiddos.

They are playing Marble Madness with Travis.

I hear a huge man-like rumble from down under over by said madness.

Trav-"Whoa Mason."

Mason-"Oh, well, it was just my bum singing."

IT'S A GIRL!!!!

My pal Kristin just had her FIRST baby GIRL!!

They have these two boy peanuts but now they TOTALLY deserve a tiny little gal peanut.



Baby Melissa Teeny Tiny Lyman

Welcome to the world!

HURRAY!!

IT'S GO TIME!!

KRISTIN IS AT THE HOSPITAL.

Hey baby #3-LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED.

Push it out, push it out...waaaaaaay out!!

She's just GOTTA be a girl.

Hail to the Tent

Lexi got this tent several years ago and it's the present that keeps on giving.

Givin me hours to myself, and THAT'S what matters, baby.

In need of some help people

With the March for Babies coming up this weekend we've been thinking about Jake quite a bit and we've finally decided to do something that has been on our minds for a long time.

When you lose someone you love, in the beginning every tiny memory that pops into your head turns around to bite at your little pee pickin heart. Eventually you have to stop yourself from rethinking everything for the sake of your own sanity. Then you look back after a year and say...crapola, I'm forgetting everything.

This is where all of you come in. We would LOVE it if sometime you could sit and write down some of your favorite memories with our little tiny boy. We are making a book of all the letters we hopefully get so we can read them whenever we need a dose of Jake.

If you know someone that doesn't read this blog and you know they were in love with Jacob as well, please ask them to do it too. I want every memory I can get my hands on.

We would really appreciate the time you take to do this and we love you all very much.

Please email them to jenn_lop@hotmail.com or if you want to mail them to us email me and I'll give you our address then.

Just to jog your memory a little here are some pictures of the cutest little tooter.

I hope this isn't a weird thing to ask for.

Curse with the Dunlop Double Chin

Out of the Ordinary

I'm trying a little something new. Come join the crew.

MARCH OF DIMES- MARCH FOR BABIES

But most importantly....march for my baby.

www.marchforbabies.org/525209

or visit MY page!

I'm still learning how it all works.

It just won't crack!

I turn around to see Lexi hitting her head over and over.

"What doin?"

"Trying to break my head."

"Um, why?"

"I don't like my brain anymore, I want to take it out."

"....."

"I want to give it to Cricket, and I want her brain. I like the way she talks."

She must be low on her meds.

Tornado Watch vs. Tornado Warning

I just hit Alabama so hard it didn't even know what hit it.

Lexi and I went down south to Bama to help move my parents into their new abode. My goal was to lose all the boxes. My goal was not met but I can't say we didn't try. I can say that the back deck is now a used box graveyard. Unpacking is like Christmas. My parents new house is amazing. They still aren't sold on it but I see the great potential. The people there are super nice...almost too nice, I don't trust em. The lady at Target kept callin me "baby." If I was a true Jersey girl I'd start to wonder, however I am not a true blue Jersey cow just yet.

The weather was very enjoyable, for a girl who's been cold since late September. It was so warm there...who needs Florida?! My favorite was the day of the thunderstorm and the gulleywashers. That's the day Lex spent two hours in the basement while my mom and I rushed up and down the stairs whilst listening to the "get to a safe place, the big one's a comin" on the news. Gotta love Tornado alley. Lexi watched Hercules and knew none of the fear in our souls. There was one point where my mom is brought to tears with laughter when I heard a huge rumble of thunder and proclaimed, "THIS IS IT!! SHUT THE DOOR BEHIND YOU" and I took off running. Laugh it up sister.



Speaking of sister. My sister Jackie joined us later in the week and slaved right along with us. It was a hoot being with her. My parents took us around our old stomping ground from when we lived there 21 years ago. Jack will have pictures to post, I'm sure. I can't believe I didn't get my camera out once.

It was a true treasure to go and be with my parents. We worked our tails off. Lexi was amazing and I thought my parents enjoyed us being there but I had to rethink that when I asked my dad how he was once I arrived home and he said,

"Fine now. The slave driver is gone."

THAT'S appreciation.

A tougher gal than me.

I've been doing some serious thinking, deep thinking, and this is what I've come up with.

Lexi is tougher than me.

She had a terrible case of Strep Throat. Diagnosed Tuesday. She was practically passed out on the doctor's exam table. That night after two good naps and some heavy duty pills, she was golden.

I worked in Cyd's backyard today for a few hours and I'm ready to just give up the ghost right now. I may need a full body transplant.

If I could get two naps and some heavy duty pills, maybe morphine, then I guess I'd be fine too.

Cyd's yard is lookin' pretty sweet though.

Take THAT stupid ivy.