<?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-2756702212401213852</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:00:39.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Sweet in Sweetwater</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-6090015411610888307</id><published>2009-02-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:58:30.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times are Changing</title><content type='html'>For many years, I used to hate Valentine's Day. I hated the seemingly forced affection, I loathe the little candy hearts with words on them, and I thought the whole thing was ridiculous. This didn't go with my personality much, because I am a very affectionate, very mushy person. Kleenex commercials make me cry, come to think of it, MOST things make me cry. So it was never an issue of me being hard-hearted that caused me to roll my eyes every year on February 14th, I just never really thought is was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;When Cody and I met and got married, he knew that I didn't expect much on Valentine's Day because I told him all the time, "EVERY DAY is Valentine's Day at our house being married to you!" and I MEANT it. He is the sweetest, most thoughtful man in the world, and he expressed it in some sweet way most of the time, daily. Flowers come home on a random Tuesday for no apparent reason, cards left on my bathroom vanity, date-nights planned as a surprise...the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;But as the years have ticked by (almost 9 to be exact)...I think my feelings about Valentine's Day have changed. And this year, I have decided I have figured out why. Two very important things have changed in Cody and I's relationship in the last few years:&lt;br /&gt;***3 small children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***A mortgage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my sweet husband at the end of Valentine's Day this year that whoever thought up Valentine's Day must have known that at some point in your relationship, there was a very high possibility that you were going to share things like children and mortgages with the love of your life, and that has a tendency to say, suck the romantic life out of you.   MOST of our conversations have something to do with one of our children, their bowel habits, thier eating habits, their behavior habits...you get the idea...OR Money, in some form.  Did you go to the bank and deposit that check?  Did you pay the water bill?  Have we balanced the checkbook?  When are you going to the grocery store?  Who is picking up Claire from Ballet today?  etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt; Don't get me wrong, Cody is still the most thoughtful man on the planet. But somewhere in the midst of three small children, our love language has changed. Bathing the children and putting them to bed after he does the dishes IS one of the sweetest things that he does for me, but if you had asked me 6 years ago if that would have made my cup overflow with love for him, I would have looked at you like you were crazy. Coming in the door after working a 12 hour day, albeit with GROWN-UPS, and saying, "honey, I know the kids were insane today...why don't you go get yourself a Starbucks and a magazine and just chill out for a couple of hours?" makes me want to become his love-slave forever....seriously. So needless to say, my Valentine's Day song has begun to change. Married couples with small children NEED a day to just be romantic, love on eachother the way we did when we were sans babies, and enjoy all of the things that used to be a daily part of our life. I am happy to report that this year, my man did not dissapoint.&lt;br /&gt;I will spare you the details of our Valentine's Day 2009, but I will say this: ANY man that makes his wife and daughters (and son) heart-shaped pancakes is a keeper. Lucky for me, this was only the beginning of an amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;My point to all of this was re-instated when we awoke Sunday morning with a child running fever, a child in our bed, and another child calling across the house for one of us to come help him "wipe my tiny hiny".&lt;br /&gt;It was great while it lasted honey....can't wait for February 14, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-6090015411610888307?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6090015411610888307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=6090015411610888307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6090015411610888307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6090015411610888307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/times-are-changing.html' title='Times are Changing'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-4713841836963403325</id><published>2009-02-10T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:56:12.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I might have come across a little...um...hostile in my last post. I certainly didn't mean to sound that way, I promise. We LOVE our new home, we love our new neighborhood...I think I have just been a little bit suprised at how different being neighbors with people is than I think the way it used to be. Neighbors were neighbors. Neighbors picked up eachother's mail when they were out of town. Neighbors borrowed eggs when they were making a pecan pie and only had 2 eggs in the fridge instead of the 3 that the recipe calls for. Neighbors smile and wave and know the names of eachother's kids. Am I old fashioned? Am I idealistic? We literally only had 1 neighbor in the house we lived in on Broadway...and you know how wonderful they were. Two words...breakfast tacos. So, I guess it has been a bit of a let-down in the last month when I met our next-door neighbor in the driveway because we are coincidentally getting our mail at the same time. She is a nice lady, married to a man with developing Alzheimer's, so bless her heart, she has her plate full as it is. In our short conversation, I asked her a little about everyone on our street. She simply stated, "oh, I don't know. Everyone just kind of stays out of eachother's business. We like it that way." I'm sure I looked like Eeyore walking back to my front door. Now please...don't misunderstand. I do not want or expect to be Susie Neighbor that know's everyones business. But I do know that the lady that lives across the street from us has an aging father that she is caring for. I do want her to know that if she ever needs ANYTHING...especially if Cody could ever help her...I want her to know that we're there. And when Gregory's remote-controlled airplane gets stuck in the tree next door, I would love it if we didn't feel like we had to tip-toe to the door and beg for mercy as we retrieve the plane. I would love for "Escalade Lady" to smile at my children.&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize if I sounded a bit hostile. I really don't mean to be. Maybe a better word is disillusioned. But I throw this question out into the great world wide web....has being a neighbor changed? Are expectations different? Am I completely old-fashioned in wanting some sort of relationship, albeit very minor, with my neighbors? Help me readers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-4713841836963403325?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4713841836963403325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=4713841836963403325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4713841836963403325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4713841836963403325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-might-have-come-across-little.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-3157144182773434407</id><published>2009-02-07T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:04:01.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me an Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SY5ngFj8OZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ty2p7aIgkow/s1600-h/garage+sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300287612408052114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SY5ngFj8OZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ty2p7aIgkow/s320/garage+sale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We OFFICIALLY welcomed ourselves to the neighborhood this weekend when we hosted a Paty family garage sale. Yes, friends, we found ourselves up at 5 am, bleary-eyed, holding on to our coffee for dear life, as we arranged tables and double-checked price tags. And much to MY chagrin, there were the "early birds" as they like to call themselves...you know, the people that read in the paper that the sale starts at 7, so they show up at 6:30....pilfering through my old Victoria's Secret panties, all the while asking if I would take a quarter instead of 50 cents? Excuse me? You are bargain shopping for used underwear? What is wrong with this picture?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, needless to say, we did not have 1 neighbor come to our garage sale. We just simply got the cordial smile as they manuevered their Escalades through the Oldsmobiles and Caprice Classics that clogged our street. Our old neighbors on Broadway brought us homemade breakfast tacos the last time we had a garage sale....that's true friendship. No wonder we miss them.&lt;br /&gt;I bet if I waved the $700 Cody and I pocketed at our measly "sale" in front of the Escalade lady's face, she might even crack a smile. Nah...probably not.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the neighborhood, Paty's! Now just get that 1975 coffee table out of your driveway and we can be friends. I won't bring you breakfast tacos, but we can be friends. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-3157144182773434407?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/3157144182773434407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=3157144182773434407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/3157144182773434407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/3157144182773434407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-me-offer.html' title='Make Me an Offer'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SY5ngFj8OZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ty2p7aIgkow/s72-c/garage+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-5849727579283967939</id><published>2009-02-01T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:16:37.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is...the 1st of February, and I am still wondering what happened to January. It was an emotional month in the Paty house...some "firsts", some tears, some changes, and lots of laughs. I apologize for my lack of posts. I have been experiencing a bit of "writers block" and everytime I sat down to chronicle some of the firsts, tears, changes, and laughter previously mentioned...I lacked the words to express myself. Hopefully tonight, the block will be lifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the firsts. Meredith Grace turned one! She had her first birthday on January 14th, and it was a wonderful day! We kept the celebration very small and intimate, just sharing some dinner and cake with "family"..which in our case includes my parents, Cody's parents, and our precious close friends, the Dodds and the Gleatons. Meredith loved eating her cake and thought the whole experience was quite hilarious. We reflected on what an incredible blessing Meredith is to our family. She is the most laid-back, easygoing child in the world. She is joyful and happy (most of the time) and she has brought so much happiness to our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298069194462028530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYaF3KtZYvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wdbRkKtYpoM/s320/Meredith%27s+1st+Birthday+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another "first" that occurred (finally!) was that Miss Priss finally decided to stop giving her mommy fits and start crawling! I know this sounds alarming to some of you because most 1 year olds are working on walking, not crawling...but Mere is running at about a 4-5 month delay in her gross motor skills because of her PHACE syndrome. Although she got a clean bill of health last year with all of her specialists, she still has struggled with each milestone involving her gross motor skills. This has been a very difficult aspect that I was not told to be mentally prepared for by her doctors, but as she has grown month-to-month, it has become more and more evident to me and her daddy that there would be some delays. Her neurologist told us in the very beginning that he felt like she had "low muscle tone" in her upper body, so naturally crawling is difficult for a baby that doesn't have much arm strength. In talking with her doctors, we have been repeatedly reassured that she will eventually "catch up" by the time she is about 2 years old. The good side to the story is that in EVERY other area of development, she is perfect. Her fine motor skills are great, and cognitively, she seems on track in every way. We are so thankful for this and will continue to provide her physical therapy on daily basis. I know an AMAZING PT! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-131b47898a6adf74" 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://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D131b47898a6adf74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331938563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3450330F7DF2879475C5BBF2418FEACEC467F7AC.5373E3168C356167A7D2BFB431C9C92393DB3A12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D131b47898a6adf74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmalVIV9jyF7HM3icBq3kqYvScWs&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://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D131b47898a6adf74%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331938563%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3450330F7DF2879475C5BBF2418FEACEC467F7AC.5373E3168C356167A7D2BFB431C9C92393DB3A12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D131b47898a6adf74%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmalVIV9jyF7HM3icBq3kqYvScWs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my skills! And check out the piece of paper I am anxious to put in my mouth!  I crawl until I reach my point of destination...and then I poop out!  Just like my Grandaddy always says, "it's hard being a baby...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also celebrated Cody's 33rd birthday and my birthday was today (31st). I've got quite the working out to do to work off the cake I have consumed in the last thirty days. Speaking of cake...we attended one of the most beautiful weddings in San Antonio. Cody's boss's son married Jenna L*cado and it was amazing. They are an unbelievably precious couple that is madly in love with God and with one another. It was a great trip, sans children, that allowed us some sweet time as a couple. Weddings always make me so thankful that I married Cody. He just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing gears....Cody and I are going through an intense period of CHANGE in our lives right now. We moved homes twice in a six month time period, but more importantly, our relationships are changing. I have often said that living in Sweetwater has it's blessings (and its curses) but more than anything, I believe that the relationships that we have built here are what makes our lives so rich. Three different families that have played a pivotal role in our lives over the last 8 years are leaving Sweetwater (one has already left) and in all honesty...it has rocked me to the core. I have grieved and cried over this situation more than I care to admit. Each family is leaving due to better job situations that are going to immensely bless their family, and I am sincerely happy for all of them. But each family is precious to us in different ways and the void is going to be incredibly hard to fill. Our dearest friends, the Gleatons, that I mentioned earlier, is one of these families. Their daughter, Sophie, is 5 weeks younger than Meredith. Look for these two at ACU in 2026 as college roomies because I know that they are truly going to be friends for life....as will their parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYaVgnjS1vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/segn60M_fYI/s1600-h/Meredith%27s+1st+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086399253337842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYaVgnjS1vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/segn60M_fYI/s320/Meredith%27s+1st+Birthday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere in the middle of all of this, God has found ways to reveal Himself to us daily. Claire and Gregory continue to grow and learn and amaze us with their precious little personalities. Claire memorized and recited "The Lord's Prayer" for her Bible Class this morning, and I cried as she remembered each word she had worked so hard to retain. There is no pride like the pride a parent has for their children when they exhibit their love for the Lord! Gregory split his forehead open while playing at church last week and nearly gave me a nervous breakdown with the amount of blood that he shed. We were afraid that he was going to need stitches, but Dr. Mike (our beloved doctor that delivered all three of our babies.....and one of the other families that is leaving SW....did I mention he is BELOVED) graciously cleaned up the "battle wound" in time for Gregory to still eat a sandwich at the party we were attending. The highlight of the experience? The "Get Well TOY" that Granna and Grandaddy too&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYaWSWoJOlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZutmmVv-PJo/s1600-h/Meredith%27s+1st+Birthday+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298087253703735890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYaWSWoJOlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZutmmVv-PJo/s320/Meredith%27s+1st+Birthday+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k him to get post-trauma. We are now the proud owners of not one, but three Star Wars Light Sabers....proudly pronounced "light savers" at this house. He is absolutely the cutest 3 year old on the planet. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(This picture of Meredith and Gregory was taken before the split head incident...but I figured you could just imagine the yucky wound on his forehead and just enjoy their cuteness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After typing all of this out, I am exhausted. No wonder I haven't blogged...who's had time? I realize this wasn't the most eloquent of posts, but its the best I could do with the amount of brain cells I have left at midnight. I'll close with a pic of Madeline Claire in all of her 5 year old glory......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYabGxGfXhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xqbTyNQT9tk/s1600-h/November+and+December+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298092552210046482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYabGxGfXhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xqbTyNQT9tk/s320/November+and+December+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blessings to everyone for a fabulous February!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-5849727579283967939?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=131b47898a6adf74&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/5849727579283967939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=5849727579283967939' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/5849727579283967939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/5849727579283967939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-recap.html' title='January Recap'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SYaF3KtZYvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wdbRkKtYpoM/s72-c/Meredith%27s+1st+Birthday+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-2066189142370062698</id><published>2009-01-12T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:45:02.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SWvHfUfpNkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MUigcF30CtM/s1600-h/BBW+Lotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290541528168085058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SWvHfUfpNkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MUigcF30CtM/s320/BBW+Lotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, my mother thinks I'm stressed. I cannot for the life of me figure out why she would think such a thing, but that's neither here nor there. She gave me a bottle of "Stress Relief" Aromatherapy lotion from Bath and Body Works for Christmas, and let me just say that it is delicious. I've been using it faithfully for about 2 weeks now, and while it smells amazing and makes my skin soft every morning after my shower...it does cause a girl to wonder...what in the world makes a lotion make the bold claim of being "stress relief?" Does it contain some magic ingredient that erases the problems of the world the instant it is smeared on my hands and body? Does smelling it make one "relax" and view the problems that one might face in a new perspective? I'm thinking that the answer to these questions is unequivocally NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than anything else...the thought occured to me this morning, "wouldn't it be amazing if we had the ability to bottle REAL STRESS RELIEF and sell it?" Would our days be different if the answers we are all looking for were in a beautiful glass bottle and sold at our local retailer? Children acting up? Have a squirt. Money issues? Just pump here. Family driving you crazy? Lather up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that I would probably have less gray hair (I'm not even kidding...I don't even remember my natural hair color anymore) and more time to enjoy the simple things of my life, like hide-in-go-seek with my children. Not to mention the money that could be made....sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this to say...thanks, Mama, for thinking of me. Bath and Body Works....keep working. You haven't quite achieved the impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-2066189142370062698?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/2066189142370062698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=2066189142370062698' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2066189142370062698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2066189142370062698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2009/01/apparently-my-mother-thinks-im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SWvHfUfpNkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MUigcF30CtM/s72-c/BBW+Lotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-6164463433569266130</id><published>2008-12-29T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:45:54.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it through our first Christmas in our new house! I must say that I was overwhelmed with pure joy as we celebrated this holiday together with our three babies. I did not spend one moment worrying about the paint, changing the light fixtures, planning the new furniture, or all the other silly things I have spent the last month fretting over. It felt so GOOD to just soak up every detail of my babies joy over the fun of Christmas! We just stepped over the boxes and had a wonderful time! Our prayer is that your Christmas was filled with blessings of family and togetherness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-6164463433569266130?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6164463433569266130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=6164463433569266130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6164463433569266130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6164463433569266130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-6285024749920981949</id><published>2008-12-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:50:17.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SUaYqTdQsHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3OvqNBaF9bs/s1600-h/Christmas+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280075465683415154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SUaYqTdQsHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3OvqNBaF9bs/s320/Christmas+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire here...my mommy is too busy unpacking our new house to post a new entry on her blog. She gave me a couple of things to do to help her out, but I am posting a blog entry instead of putting away my clean clothes. Hey...somebody's got to keep the important things going around here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should know that you will probably receive the Paty Christmas card around, say....July. We would love it if you would send one to us this year, because we are starting a new tradition that I am very excited about. Mommy's friend, Ashley, gave us the idea of choosing a Christmas card that we have received, each week, and spending the week praying for that family. So know that if you want your family bathed in prayer by the Paty's for a week in 2009, send us a card to 1634 Morris Avenue. We have already received a few, and Greg and I are already talking about things that we are going to ask God to do to bless these families! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everybody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-6285024749920981949?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6285024749920981949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=6285024749920981949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6285024749920981949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6285024749920981949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/12/claire-here.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SUaYqTdQsHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3OvqNBaF9bs/s72-c/Christmas+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-7256257752127129993</id><published>2008-11-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:11:43.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am constantly talking to Claire and Gregory about being grateful. We discussed it at length the other day, and Gregory summed it up by stating that being grateful is simply saying "thank you" when I make him a sippy cup full of chocolate milk. Claire said that she thought being grateful was "taking care of our nice things and thanking God for our blessings". While both are precious, precious answers (they're only 3 and 5 respectively) I have been pondering this question since our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that being thankful is more than saying "thank you". I believe that being thankful is an all-encompassing state of mind that overshadows every aspect of your life. When you are thankful, you are aware of the blessings that God has so richly showered upon you. And when you are aware of these blessings, you seem to take better care of them, whether they are people or things. When you take care of your blessings, you are kinder and more thoughtful of their presence in your life. When you are thoughtful, you are aknowledging that you are not the only person on the planet, and thus live a more selfless life. Being selfless allows you to serve others and love as Jesus loved.&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals as a parent is to raise gracious children. I want them to know that they are blessed by God beyond measure. I want them to thank Him for these blessings and then in turn, take precious care of these blessings. I want them to be thoughtful and kind, because they realize that each person or animal or thing is a gift from God. I want them to be selfless, knowing that while they are the center of MY universe...they are not the center of THE universe. And when someone gives them a gift, or even a cup of chocolate milk...I want them to look that person in the eyes and say "thank you".&lt;br /&gt;I tell my babies all the time, "it's about more than just having good manners..." Anyone can have good manners. It takes someone that is truly thankful for the gifts in their life to live a life of graciousness.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a lesson that is a little much for a three year old to wrap his brain around, but maybe someday he'll thank me for it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-7256257752127129993?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/7256257752127129993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=7256257752127129993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/7256257752127129993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/7256257752127129993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-constantly-talking-to-claire-and.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-525009402254624983</id><published>2008-11-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:01:08.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>It is official. We are purchasing our new home and will close sometime next week.  I've got to get busy packing (again!) and picking out paint.  Needless to say, the next two weeks are going to be a bluuuuurrrr!  I will post pictures soon!  Until then, stay tuned.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-525009402254624983?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/525009402254624983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=525009402254624983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/525009402254624983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/525009402254624983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/11/reason-to-celebrate.html' title='Reason to Celebrate'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-2926054537451892237</id><published>2008-11-12T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:14:16.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At some point, there are people in your life that you've been friends with for so long, they stop being friends and are just considered family.Lori is one of those people to me.  I have more memories of my childhood that include her than ones that do not.  Elementary school, middle school, summer camp, the SH youth group, Cooper High school, first cars, first kisses, days in the pool, ACU...the list is endless. I still recall the exact moment that she introduced me to "Cody Paty"...&lt;br /&gt;This friendship has come into clear focus this week.  Lori's precious younger brother, Ben, passed away suddenly on Monday evening in Houston.  The shock, sadness, and devastation are as raw as any emotions I have ever experienced.   I have witnessed a family experience a loss so great, I wonder how they will ever go on. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many good memories of Ben.  He was a wonderful young man, a beautiful soul, that touched the lives of those he came in contact with.  I grieve for a loss that I cannot begin to understand or explain.  I grieve for a friend that will spend the rest of her life with the word "why" attached to her lips.&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with how to be the kind of friend that Lori needs right now.  I am thankful that the words, "I love you" communicate more than anything else I could possibly say. &lt;br /&gt;I covet your prayers for this precious family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-2926054537451892237?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/2926054537451892237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=2926054537451892237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2926054537451892237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2926054537451892237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-some-point-there-are-people-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-545831111066823503</id><published>2008-11-10T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:02:48.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcomed Visitor</title><content type='html'>As I type this post, I am propped up in bed with pillows, the remote control, and a tall glass of Sprite on the nightstand. I haven't ventured out of this position much today, since I awoke at 3:30 this morning, seemingly inheriting the stomach bug that Meredith was dealing with yesterday. Thankfully, I have an amazing husband that is holding the fort down and keeping things running as smoothly as possible. And thankfully, I have a wonderful mama that came to my rescue today. There's nothing wrong with the fact that my umbilical cord is still attached....those things can stretch from here to Abilene just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I would write more except I just heard Gregory lose his dinner all over the dining room floor....3 down, 2 to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-545831111066823503?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/545831111066823503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=545831111066823503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/545831111066823503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/545831111066823503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/11/unwelcomed-visitor.html' title='Unwelcomed Visitor'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-1944266641599358903</id><published>2008-11-06T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:53:20.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October was a whirlwind at the Paty house! I think &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5Nm_fo4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Yb9oSAi0Mkk/s1600-h/Kids+Halloween+2008+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265756032782541698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5Nm_fo4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Yb9oSAi0Mkk/s320/Kids+Halloween+2008+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had something "big" going on every weekend of the month. Claire turned 5 (sigh), Cody had his 10 year reunion &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5NcDfezI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vXtYVMlmALA/s1600-h/Kids+Halloween+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265756029846518578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5NcDfezI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vXtYVMlmALA/s320/Kids+Halloween+2008+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at ACU, and then Hallow&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5M3SWo9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jm-LzbK19lA/s1600-h/Claire%27s+5th+birthday+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265756019976741842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5M3SWo9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jm-LzbK19lA/s320/Claire%27s+5th+birthday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;een...somewhere in &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO4C9j6O2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bTBtP3vGEI4/s1600-h/September+2008+%26+credit+card+burning+party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265754750350670690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO4C9j6O2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bTBtP3vGEI4/s320/September+2008+%26+credit+card+burning+party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5NPD4mzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/45Jas0ngwv4/s1600-h/Claire%27s+5th+birthday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265756026358504242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5NPD4mzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/45Jas0ngwv4/s320/Claire%27s+5th+birthday+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the mix we have faithfully attended Sweetwater football games (we play for the district championship against Wylie tomorrow...go Mustangs!) and don't forget Texas Tech beating my Texas Longhorns last weekend. Cody is still glowing from that game! We are still on for the move around the first week of December. I am starting to get really excited about our new house! I may need a padded room by the time I move in the middle of the holidays, but after the year we've had, I can't think of anything more appropriate to wind up 2008: more stress. :)  Blessings to you for a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hate formatting in Blogger...sorry for the crazy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-1944266641599358903?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1944266641599358903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=1944266641599358903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1944266641599358903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1944266641599358903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-was-whirlwind-at-paty-house-i.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SRO5Nm_fo4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Yb9oSAi0Mkk/s72-c/Kids+Halloween+2008+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-874099519392760608</id><published>2008-10-20T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:12:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Residents of Vards Lane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with mixed emotions that I write this letter to inform you that any plans you had prepared to defraud your insurance company into paying for that cracked windshield by blaming it on our construction vehicles will no longer be legit. You see, we have made the difficult decision to, in fact, purchase a home in another part of the city, instead of spending an extra $30,000 on the marital therapy that it was inevitably going to require to accomplish the difficult task of building our new home.  As much as we love each other, and the philosophy of "enriching" our marriage through "challenging life experiences", we personally do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; believe in marital suicide, and therefore are choosing l&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ife&lt;/span&gt; instead.   &lt;br /&gt;We would like to believe that the Lord himself has intervened in this entire process.  We have prayed fervently for Him to show us His path and will for our lives, and we have felt called to another location.  Please do not take our decision personally, as we would have loved to have had all of you as neighbors.  I believe we have met all of you in the last few weeks in one occasion or another.  My personal favorite was the nice lady who lives at the end of the street that greeted me as my bank teller.  I simply asked for a cashier's check to take to the title company to pay for the lot...she so graciously interrupted with, "My stars...you're the ones building a new house on Vards Lane! Welcome to the neighborhood!"  complete with a rather large hug.  While it was, indeed, a quaint moment, I must admit that I wondered how many of those moments would be shared over a rather large bowl of potato salad at every neighborhood 4th of July picnic in the future.&lt;br /&gt;In closing, our prayer is that another family will be called to this location and you will soon have more neighborhood children in which your children may run amuck with.  Until then, feel free to stop by our new home on Morris Avenue anytime after the 1st of December.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes,&lt;br /&gt;The Paty's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-874099519392760608?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/874099519392760608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=874099519392760608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/874099519392760608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/874099519392760608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-residents-of-vards-lane-it-is-with.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-6162837540447592561</id><published>2008-10-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:08:09.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...when are you due?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/5/5/5/5/7/ar119732662775555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/5/5/5/5/7/ar119732662775555.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bestest of friends, the Gleatons, had dinner with us tonight at a local eatery.  We were a sight to behold, I'm sure, with the four adults huddled at the end of the table, laughing and talking.  Our two infant girls, born only 5 weeks apart, close by...whining and begging for more bites of table food.  And then there were the four other children at the end of the table...they were so entertaining, the couple sitting behind us didn't even speak to one another because they were too busy staring at the circus only 5 feet away from them. These are the instances when I quietly request that Cody tips the waitress a little extra because I know she has earned her money...&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, the 4 of us got into a pretty hilarious discussion. We started telling stories of how we had "put our foot in our mouth" in certain situations.  Some were those "awwww...that is SO WRONG" kind of embarassing stories, some were just jaw-dropping speechless embarassing, and then there were some that just made you cringe.  You know what I'm talking about, right? The kinds of situations you find yourselves in where you ask the lady when she's due, and she's not pregnant?  Yep....that's what I'm saying.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I'm curious.  Has anyone else out there put their foot in their mouth like the 4 of us have, or are we just freaks with no tact?  &lt;br /&gt;If so, we may be freaks, but we have awfully cute kids.  The waitress even said so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-6162837540447592561?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6162837540447592561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=6162837540447592561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6162837540447592561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6162837540447592561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/10/sowhen-are-you-due.html' title='So...when are you due?'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-2995740632484300720</id><published>2008-10-05T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:02:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Claire Bear!</title><content type='html'>5 incredible years ago, today, my life was changed forever.  Madeline Claire Paty entered the world at 3:51 am after 19 hours of excruciating labor...and I haven't been the same since.  She has been the most tremendous blessing and the most amazing little girl.  I am honored to be her Mama!  &lt;br /&gt;Cody likes to give me a hard time about being the "birthday princess" because I like for the celebration to begin a little early and drag it out a few days. Apparently, Miss Claire has inherited this innate quality.  We began our princess' celebration on Friday evening with a "girls night out" while her brother and Daddy went on a church campout.  Meredith went to my parents house in Abilene, and Claire and I hit the salon for some manicures.  She was quite a hit with all the ladies!  We then headed to get her ears pierced.  I was so proud of how well she did when the ladies (there were two of them, per my request, to do the job at the same time) pierced her ears.  A few BIG tears rolled out of those big brown eyes, but after a couple of minutes, she was fine.  &lt;br /&gt;*****Disclaimer****&lt;br /&gt;This is where I tell you that I took a total of 12 PICTURES of these two special events, and the camara from &amp;%^# ate them....again.  So just like our vacation pictures that I grieved over for a week and then they re-appeared, I'm counting on the manicures and ear piercing extravaganza to do the same.  So basically, a couple of months from now when I'm lacking in posts, I'll post these pictures.  Stay tuned!  But for the record....she was the cutest thing on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday party was Saturday night upon return of brother and daddy.  We headed to the gymnastics sports center where she takes lessons, and 16 of her little friends joined us for cake and fun.  She received her first pieces of Brighton jewelry (sigh...it has begun) and quite possibly every Webkinz/Barbie/My Little Pony toy/accessory possible. It looks like the Wal-Mart toy aisle threw up in my living room.  I just like the fact that girl toys are somewhat quiet.  When Gregory's birthday rolls around, it seems like all of my friends purposefully purchase the LOUDEST possible toys...tractors, cars, dinosaurs that roar, etc.  I may eat those words of saying that girls toys are quiet after I listen to the 5 second snippits of songs that Barbie and the Diamond Castle sings for the 1000th time in one day......thank you very much Grandad...love ya like a coldsore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Blogger isn't letting me use the pictues that I DO have, so it just wasn't meant to be tonight. I'll try again tomorrow!  But until then, just know that my baby turned 5 today and it has been a precious weekend celebrating all that she is to this family.  She is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pure sunshine.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-2995740632484300720?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/2995740632484300720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=2995740632484300720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2995740632484300720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2995740632484300720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-incredible-years-ago-today-my-life.html' title='Happy Birthday Claire Bear!'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-4170410580344072986</id><published>2008-09-24T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:35:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-4170410580344072986?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4170410580344072986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=4170410580344072986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4170410580344072986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4170410580344072986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/09/credit-card-burning-party.html' title='FREEDOM!!!!'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-1976050752515788310</id><published>2008-09-12T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:02:48.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Ducky, You're the One</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else loving these bath pictures of &lt;strong&gt;MereMere&lt;/strong&gt; tonight in her duck bathtub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl smiles&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtIS2fnJFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/36O8MgSrHP8/s1600-h/August+and+September+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245365679706022994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtIS2fnJFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/36O8MgSrHP8/s200/August+and+September+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with her entire body!  The last picture is one of &lt;strong&gt;Gregory&lt;/strong&gt; when he was the same age...is it &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtISlL9o6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/mlV6eeDG6gI/s1600-h/August+and+September+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245365675060208546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtISlL9o6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/mlV6eeDG6gI/s200/August+and+September+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtITGKFufI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GxhiP_J0zaw/s1600-h/kid+pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245365683910719986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtITGKFufI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GxhiP_J0zaw/s200/kid+pics+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me or do these two look a tad bit alike?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-1976050752515788310?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1976050752515788310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=1976050752515788310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1976050752515788310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1976050752515788310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/09/rubber-ducky-youre-one.html' title='Rubber Ducky, You&apos;re the One'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SMtIS2fnJFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/36O8MgSrHP8/s72-c/August+and+September+2008+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-7944494723822160890</id><published>2008-09-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:46:02.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Random thoughts and tidbits of information regarding the Paty's over the last few weeks...in no particular order:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. We have moved completely out of our fishbowl on Broadway and are currently residing in our "temporary house" (ask Gregory, he'll tell you all about it and what temporary means). We are thankful and humbled to be here, but ask me in a weak moment how I am doing with the move, and I'll cry...so don't ask. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Claire and Gregory have started back to Preschool and LOVE it, as always. I am thrilled to be back to a routine, have time to myself and time one-on-one with Meredith, and love hearing about their days when I pick them up. They have already learned so much! We love Cornerstone Christian Preschool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My sister-in-law, Jennifer (Cody's sister) is pregnant with her first baby. We heard from her regarding her first doctor's appointment yesterday and everything looks great! We are very excited about baby Davis making his/her appearance around the first week of April. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. My sweet Daddy left on Sunday for Washington, D.C. to train with the SBA (Small Business Administration). He worked for them during the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and will probably be returning to Louisiana to help with the relief of Hurricane Gustov. This development will most likely push our date back of breaking ground on our new home a few weeks. It's hard for me to be upset when I think about how selfish it would be for me to be frustrated at my dad for leaving my new house project so that he can go help those people that don't have a home anymore. I'm grateful for his willingness to go. I'll be ready for him to return, but grateful nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Baby Meredith turns 8 months old on Sunday. Seriously? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. 'Tis the season....football season that is. Cody and I are back in the groove of Mustang football, college football, and of course, the Cowgirls, I mean, Cowboys. It is the picture of "recreational companionship" at its finest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I want to be Sarah Palin when I grow up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. We are praying that we get to close on our house this week. It has been a nightmare experience because of some logistics that didn't get taken care of the correct way when we purchased our home. God has worked and been faithful, and we hoping that it is all going to come to a close in the next couple of days. My new mantra? Don't count your chickens before they hatch...or your fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Cody and I are so blessed to have been a part of a small group study this summer called "The Truth Project". We have been meeting together with 4 other couples for the past 9 weeks and it has become such a tremendous blessing in our life! We look forward to our time together and have benefited so much from the amazing discussions that have taken place within our group. We highly recommend this study to anyone interested in learning about developing a Christian worldview. (you can find it on the Focus on the Family website)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I remain the most blessed person in the world. My God, my hubs, my children, my church...all humble me daily. The middle two categories make me want to move, change my name, and not leave a forwarding address sometimes, but humble me soon thereafter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May your week be filled with joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-7944494723822160890?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/7944494723822160890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=7944494723822160890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/7944494723822160890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/7944494723822160890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/09/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-2458792703895772727</id><published>2008-09-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:56:21.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Walk Again</title><content type='html'>I have to share something with you that has literally been the highlight of my long, stressful week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith and I were headed to Wal-mart on Wednesday to get some much-needed groceries for this hungry, fast-food overdosed family. Claire and Gregory were at preschool, so I was not quite needing a hot skewer to poke my eyes out, as I do when I am forced to grocery shop with all three children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the store, we passed the hospital where Cody works.  Traditionally, when all of the kids are in the car and we are out and about in town running errands, etc. , we like to "blow kisses to Daddy" when we drive by the hospital to allieviate the "we want to go see Daddddddyyyyy" cries that will inevitably follow if I pretend to distract them with pointing out that Dairy Queen has blizzards on sale.  So, always a girl for tradition, I looked over at the hospital and "blew a couple of kisses to Daddy" for Meredith and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly realized that my husband was standing outside the side of hospital with a patient.    At first, I thought it was Cody working with a man preparing to work on the windmills.  Upon glancing twice, I figured out that he was working with one of his most special patients....let me explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody was one of the first people that C trusted to remove the bandages and treat his wounds from the HORRIBLE motorcycle crash that had taken place that took one of his arms and one of his legs.  He was drug underneath a truck for over 500 yards, still concious, and received injuries that would have easily killed a less-determined man.  C is still young, in his twenties, and had a lot to live for.  He spent a long time in a Dallas hospital, and was then moved to Sweetwater to do his wound and physical rehab while he lived with his parents.  His girlfriend has stuck by his side the entire journey, stopping her entire life to come to Sweetwater and help C get better. She has bathed him, fed him, dressed him, and encouraged him.  She is walking unconditional love.  I am amazed at her strength.  Needless to say, C has been Cody's patient for a while, and we have developed a special relationship with him and his sweet girlfriend.  They have come to church a couple of times with us and both of them know the Lord.  They were so encouraging to us when we were going through our stressful situation with Meredith, and we have celebrated each little victory as C has continued to heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped and looked...  Cody was walking with C and his NEW LEG!!! Tears just began to flow from my eyes.  C was WALKING!  I whipped the suburban around and headed towards the hospital parking lot so that I could hug his neck.  I was so incredibly proud for him and I could NOT contain my emotions as I thought about the amazing journey that has brought him this far.  I jumped out of my car and ran up the sidewalk to hug all three of their necks...it was such an amazing moment that I was so thankful I got to be a small part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been able to get that image of my precious husband teaching C how to use his new leg and walk again out of my head.  I have always been so proud of Cody and love to hear his patients gush about him everytime I walk into the hospital to visit him, but I'm not sure I have ever been prouder.  What a gift!  I know that we all have amazing things that God has given us to use for His glory, but I am convinced that my Cody has found his calling.  It has encouraged me to make sure that I strive daily to seek God's call on my own life, and use my gifts to His glory.  I am so incredibly grateful to be married to a man that reminds me of that daily...just by living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it was probably one of those moments that "you just had to be there"....but thanks anyway for letting me brag on my hubs.  I think he's kind of neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-2458792703895772727?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/2458792703895772727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=2458792703895772727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2458792703895772727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2458792703895772727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-to-walk-again.html' title='Learning to Walk Again'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-8096262364949497114</id><published>2008-08-27T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:03:49.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are scrambling around trying to get the last boxes packed and all the loose ends tied up.  I think if I stopped long enough to think, I would cry....so I try not to think.  The leaving of this house is going to be extremely emotional for me (and Cody, I'm sure, but naturally, he's alot less "weepy" about it) The kids started preschool this week, so that has been a welcome distraction for them.  Don't ask me about what a loser I felt like on the first day back when I woke up and realized that I didn't even have anything to pack for their lunches.   And when I grabbed the camera on the way out the door to take their picture that morning, I realized that the batteries were dead.  Quick trip to Wal-mart after I dropped them off (thank goodness lunch wasn't for another 3 hours) and I returned with groceries and NO BATTERIES. Claire made a point to tell me that her "lunchbles" was good, but she prefers it when I make the normal ham and cheese cut in the shape of a dinosaur.  I am normally the mom that makes the yummy lunch the night before, complete with a note in their lunch box or written on their banana, lays their clothes out the night before, and sends them to school with a homemade breakfast in their tummies. My entire life revolves around them, and things have been so crazy, I haven't even remembered to grocery shop.  I'd say we were busy, but that's just my opinion. Maybe that is your life all the time. Or maybe, you just hate to grocery shop.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to run....my "to do" list is calling.  If I haven't returned and posted in a week, send a search party.  The first place to look for me will be RiverCrest Mental Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-8096262364949497114?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/8096262364949497114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=8096262364949497114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8096262364949497114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8096262364949497114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-scrambling-around-trying-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-1972956887047776841</id><published>2008-08-23T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:51:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se habla espanol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ADVG/598~Dora-The-Explorer-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ADVG/598~Dora-The-Explorer-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a small snippet of conversation from our weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(gregory walks in our bedroom with a very serious look on his face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What's up sugar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gregory: Mom, how do you say BOOGER in Spanish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone have Dora's number? We need to track her down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ADVG/598~Dora-The-Explorer-Posters.jpg" target="_top"&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/2756702212401213852-1972956887047776841?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1972956887047776841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=1972956887047776841' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1972956887047776841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1972956887047776841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/se-habla-espanol.html' title='Se habla espanol'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-8473202145216212526</id><published>2008-08-21T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:17:04.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew there were two 1 o'clocks in a day...?</title><content type='html'>It is 1 o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep.  I keep thinking about tomorrow being the last day of summer...what can I possibly do with my children that is fun and memorable? Pack some more boxes...? I doubt that.  It seems like that's all I've done this week.  We are officially moving next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;It is beyond insane.  I think I am beyond insane to build a house.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me in a year. &lt;br /&gt;So, I must go look for something fun to do that doesn't include telling Gregory to get the box off of his baby sister's head. &lt;br /&gt;Meredith will appreciate my effort.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings for a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-8473202145216212526?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/8473202145216212526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=8473202145216212526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8473202145216212526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8473202145216212526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-knew-there-were-two-1-oclocks-in.html' title='Who knew there were two 1 o&apos;clocks in a day...?'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-8310962326385313842</id><published>2008-08-20T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:46:05.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And many more...on Channel 4...and Scooby Doo...on Channel 2</title><content type='html'>My heart swells with pride as I write this next sentence....Happy Birthday Bennett! For those of you that don't know, today is Bennett Mitchell Speck's first birthday. He is the amazing son of Kelly and Travis Speck, and he came into this world a fighter. We bathed him in prayer as he lay in the Georgetown NICU (in Washington,D.C.) and God was glorified moment by moment as He brought this little life from being the "sickest baby in the NICU" to the precious, boisterous little man that he is today. I know many of you that joined me in pleading to God Almighty for this baby, as he captured our hearts from the moment his name was first spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for my dear, precious friends Kell and Travis as they are able to celebrate their little boy today! Take a moment today and thank God for the Specks, and then thank Him for the way that He reveals Himself to us daily. His faithfulness is NEVER ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday tiny tiger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-8310962326385313842?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/8310962326385313842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=8310962326385313842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8310962326385313842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8310962326385313842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-many-moreon-hannel-4and-scooby.html' title='And many more...on Channel 4...and Scooby Doo...on Channel 2'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-5550246200050106771</id><published>2008-08-17T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:26:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Sabbath Holy</title><content type='html'>17 hours and 4 plane trips later, Meredith and I returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sweetwater&lt;/span&gt; mostly unscathed. The doctors appointment was successful. The only problem he found was a small amount of congenital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ptosis&lt;/span&gt;, which is a little bit of a drooping eyelid on her left side. Her eyesight seems perfect and we will check her again in a year. She will probably have surgery when she is getting ready to start school at the ripe age of 5, just to help the cosmetic part of having an eyelid that droops, but other than that, she is great. I knew that...I always appreciate it when other, smarter people tell me what I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you reside anywhere in the sheer vicinity of West Texas, you know that it has been raining for the last two days. It is blissful. Therefore, I will close this blog now because two things remain to be true: A) Anytime it rains, naps become essential and B) It is Sunday, therefore, it is biblical to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-5550246200050106771?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/5550246200050106771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=5550246200050106771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/5550246200050106771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/5550246200050106771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/keeping-sabbath-holy.html' title='Keeping the Sabbath Holy'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-464004370790868521</id><published>2008-08-13T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:15:20.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasten Your Seat Belt</title><content type='html'>Friday morning, Meredith and I will board a plane and head back to Houston to Texas Children's Hospital.  She will be seeing a pediatric opthamologist for her left eye, as it is seemingly getting worse instead of better.  Even as I type this post, I can feel the anxiety level rise in me as all of the emotions return from the roller coaster I was so happy to depart from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepare myself mentally by researching and questioning all of the possibilities of what Dr. Stagekuller might say.  I honestly believe that one of the reasons that I was so shaken by Meredith's possible diagnosis earlier this year was because of the sheer unexpectedness of it all.  We were so caught off-guard by everything Dr. Clark (the original doctor that diagnosed Meredith's hemangiomas) said that I can just remember putting my hand up and asking him to "stop talking for just a moment" while I sat down and caught my breath. I have told Cody on countless occasions since then that I don't EVER want to feel that way again...about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began this journey with God of letting go and trusting.  I can research and question, prepare and ponder, but the bottom line is that I will never be able to control what that doctor, or any other doctor, will ever say about my daughter.  I will never be able to control what path this journey takes me down.  It has been an emotional trip so far, but one that has showed me nothing less than His complete FAITHFULNESS.  I am, indeed, so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, that flight attendant is going to ask me to buckle my seat belt.  I will be happy to oblige, because with any good roller coaster, all you can do is cling to your Father, close your eyes in the scary parts, and most of all, hold on.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-464004370790868521?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/464004370790868521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=464004370790868521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/464004370790868521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/464004370790868521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/fasten-your-seat-belt.html' title='Fasten Your Seat Belt'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-4127992575497811806</id><published>2008-08-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:18:11.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>My precious son's favorite game to play with me is "hide and seek". This morning, upon being asked what he would like to do special with mommy, undoubtedly this was his answer. We went through the normal routine of counting and searching, giggling, and chasing. He even told me at one point, "Mommy, you're a great hider..." Thanks, buddy. After hearing Gregory spout off ..."18, 19, 20! Ready or not, here I come!" for the 5th time in one hour, I sat back to catch my breath as he chased aimlessly around our home searching for his playmate. I thought about the excitement he shows when he does find me, and the look on his face when I discover him. It truly is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a mom, I heard one time that a parent's face should light up every time they see their child come into the room. I immediately thought to myself, "well, of course. why wouldn't they be happy to see their little one?" Now that I have my three, I find myself caught up in the reality of life. The reality of no sleep, temper tantrums, potty training, talking back, and so on. Reality that says if I hear the word, "mommy" addressed at me &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; in varying tones of voice and pitches, I will spontaneously com bust. But despite all of the realness of mommy hood, I still remind myself daily about that lesson that I learned so many years ago. Those babies don't understand the reality of this journey. They don't understand stress. They don't understand the 7 loads of laundry waiting to be folded and the dishes piling up in the sink that say, "don't play...come wash us..." They just understand that when they walk in the room, this mommy is excited to see them...even if we've only been apart for 3 minutes. And on those days when inevitably I forget, God is just wise-enough to give me a good round of "hide and seek" with Gregory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days....and it has been priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-4127992575497811806?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4127992575497811806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=4127992575497811806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4127992575497811806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4127992575497811806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-786789286962269337</id><published>2008-08-05T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:55:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to the Siblings</title><content type='html'>Dear Claire and Gregory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am writing to tell you what a great time I am having being an only child this week.  Although I miss you both terribly, the process of eating without two small people in my face making chicken noises has grown on me quite nicely.  This morning, I looked for you when I entered the living room, only to be greeted by my rainforest jumperoo...it wasn't near as fun jumping without you both dancing around me to the tune of Sesame Street.  I think Mommy is even a little sad about how quiet the house is.  I overheard her talking to Daddy last night about "this is what it was like with only one child"...they both seemed a bit nostalgic.  I, on the other hand, am eating it up. &lt;br /&gt;    Mommy and I are surprising Daddy tonight with tickets to the Ranger Game vs. the Yankees.  It's my first trip to a real baseball game!  After all of those nights watching it on TV with Daddy, I get to see his face light up when we watch them in person.  I can't wait!  We are "kidnapping" Daddy at work at 3...I sure hope his patients don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;I trust you are both having a great time at Aunt Jen and Uncle Eric's house.  Mommy said we are going to pick you guys up on Thursday.  That only leaves me with two more days...I better run.  Mommy hasn't held me in the last three minutes and I am starting to feel neglected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;meredith grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-786789286962269337?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/786789286962269337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=786789286962269337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/786789286962269337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/786789286962269337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-siblings.html' title='A Letter to the Siblings'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-4518431461537799651</id><published>2008-07-31T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:30:04.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy...stop kissing me..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SJKC_srXxjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/70nwfEFDY00/s1600-h/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229386148167009842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SJKC_srXxjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/70nwfEFDY00/s200/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever have one of those days when you seriously want to permanantly attach your lips to your baby's face...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2756702212401213852-4518431461537799651?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4518431461537799651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=4518431461537799651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4518431461537799651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4518431461537799651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommystop-kissing-me.html' title='&quot;Mommy...stop kissing me...&quot;'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SJKC_srXxjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/70nwfEFDY00/s72-c/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-6674599499017254822</id><published>2008-07-27T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:46:53.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup Has Been Refilled....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuXzsVfpI/AAAAAAAAADg/roewTKXIDCc/s1600-h/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227815360250871442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuXzsVfpI/AAAAAAAAADg/roewTKXIDCc/s200/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuYXzL9sI/AAAAAAAAADo/PI78xk3nbOg/s1600-h/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227815369943283394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuYXzL9sI/AAAAAAAAADo/PI78xk3nbOg/s200/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuYwqJMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2esKEp9IXKI/s1600-h/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227815376616239826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuYwqJMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2esKEp9IXKI/s200/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuZKldXpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/afLfV9TQz34/s1600-h/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227815383575912082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuZKldXpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/afLfV9TQz34/s200/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me or are we staring the beginning of August in the face? Is it me or is the beginning of school going to be here before I can say, "What am I going to do with 3 children for three months?" three times fast? Where has the summer gone and how do I make everything around me slow down? These are questions that burned in my heart as we were driving back into town on Wednesday night...we were returning from our family vacation and I wasn't quite ready to return to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. We took our children down to the coast to play on the beach for a few days (only to be cut short by Hurricane Dolly) and while we were there, I found myself wanting time to stand still. We found a place on the beach that was deserted and calm, and spent the entire day as if we were the only 5 people on the planet...it was wonderful. We moved on to San Antonio and had a great time swimming, strutting the River Walk, eating, and touring the S.A. Zoo. It was so good to get away, focus on eachother, and not be forced to make big decisions. (Unless, of course, you think that the decision of do we eat at Cheesecake Factory or Pappasito's is a life-choice. I guess it could be....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are back to the grind, back to the upcoming decisions that have to be made regarding our home situation, and back to the busy-ness we call "life". It was precious while it lasted, and lots of memories were made. There are fewer greater gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that you and your family have been able to get away SOMEWHERE this summer. Whether it was/is the beach, the lake, grandma's house, or your own backyard...take some time to JUST BE this summer with your family. These days are passing too quickly...&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/2756702212401213852-6674599499017254822?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6674599499017254822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=6674599499017254822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6674599499017254822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6674599499017254822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-cup-has-been-refilled.html' title='My Cup Has Been Refilled....'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SIzuXzsVfpI/AAAAAAAAADg/roewTKXIDCc/s72-c/July+2008%3B+summer+vacation+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-3482726710038143611</id><published>2008-07-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:52:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness Continues...</title><content type='html'>Since I last posted, I have successfully spent 2 days in the Rolling Plains Memorial Hospital trying to get over my lovely-timed kidney infection, (which I did) travelled to the coast with my precious husband and three children, sunburned myself to a crisp, travelled back from the coast due to Hurricane Dolly, spent 2 days in San Antonio, and returned to Sweetwater.  I return to the idea that as of September 1st, we are officially homeless due to the lack of rental property in this town I call home (and some other expletives at some not-so-proud-moments) but grateful nonetheless that we sold our home (fishbowl) in 6 days.  I assure you that I will give some more details of our trip, complete with the SAN ANTONIO pictures due to the fact that my camara erased all of the pictures from the first half of our trip...including the ones of my babies enjoying the beach.  Yep, there were some serious tears regarding that catastrophe....Soon.  Right now, I have to go wash clothes or there will be 4 people at Wal-Mart tonight purchasing new underwear.  And those of you that know me well know just how difficult that would be for me.....So until then, just know that the Paty's are alive.  Barely.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-3482726710038143611?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/3482726710038143611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=3482726710038143611' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/3482726710038143611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/3482726710038143611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/07/craziness-continues.html' title='Craziness Continues...'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-2134062104424220625</id><published>2008-07-14T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:37:01.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Heart Dr. Kassis</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever seen those Luv's Diaper Commercials where the mom says, "Coupons? I don't have time to cut coupons. I don't even have time to take a shower every day..." I used to see those commercials and scoff at that mother. Who doesn't have time to bathe? Obviously, this was BEFORE I gave birth, most definantly before I gave birth three times. Needless to say, I've eaten lots of crow since I had kids. I am careful to bathe daily, I promise, but there are other things that I DON'T have time for...one of them was discovered today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have time to be sick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor today for what I felt confident was a yucky bladder infection. Upon receiving my lab reports from the lovely sample I had to donate, the doctor walked in the room and asked if I felt as bad as my labs looked. I have a severe kidney infection. He proceded to explain that he needed to admit me to the hospital to receive repeated rounds of some potent IV antibiotic medications to alieviate this condition. Excuse me? Thankfully, this man is a colleage of Cody's and knows our family. I chuckled softly and took a deep breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kindly explained to him that I have three small children at home and I don't have time to be admitted into the hospital. I have a 4 year old that would be standing at the door waiting for me to return from the doctor so that I could read &lt;em&gt;Rufferella&lt;/em&gt; to her for the third time today. I have a three year old that would be devastated if he was late for Vacation Bible School tonight because he has been talking about it all day. And I have a &lt;strong&gt;6 month old&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, she is six months today...sniff sniff) that would need to be fed, changed, birped, and tugged around on my hip while I made dinner.  He smiled warmly at me and said, "ok, Mrs. Paty...I will give you a shot and 24 hours to feel better. You have to call me tomorrow and let me know how you are feeling. If you are not alot better, you will need to be admitted. No excuses. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed. I'm waiting for the shot to kick in. Wish me luck...we have small group at our house tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire read most of &lt;strong&gt;Rufferella&lt;/strong&gt; to me this evening. Thank you, Dr. Kassis, for not making this busy mama miss that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We have a contract on our house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-2134062104424220625?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/2134062104424220625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=2134062104424220625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2134062104424220625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/2134062104424220625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-heart-dr-kassis.html' title='We Heart Dr. Kassis'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-5982241518036652497</id><published>2008-07-08T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:47:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Fishbowl...</title><content type='html'>I have always said that living at 807 E. Broadway Street in Sweetwater has made me feel like living in a fishbowl. Why, you ask? Because Broadway Street is the MAIN road through this tiny town we call home, and my house sits in the middle of a commercial district that includes the Chamber of Commerce, a State Farm Insurance Agency, and oh yea, Pizza Hut. (Nothing like having your home described as, "You know, the one across the street from Pizza Hut"....Classy.) There are two random houses that were built at the first of the 20th century, and they have remained to this day. Let me say that I LOVE this house. I could go on and on about how attached I am to the place that Cody and I have called "home" for 7 years. I cried on the day we signed the papers to purchase it because I was so happy and felt so "grown up". We have laughed here, cried here, had 3 precious babies here (well, not literally, but you know what I mean) and made too many memories to count. Every fall, tons of people come to sit on my wrap-around porch and drink lemonade and watch the Homecoming Parade go by because it's the best seat in town. And speaking of porches, its the best one around for watching lightning storms roll in from the west...one of Cody and I's favorite things to do together. So, like I was saying, it's a GREAT house that I have come to love immensely. BUT, the one downside to living here is that it is on BROADWAY street, and so everyone in town knows exactly what's going down at the Paty house at all times. For example, when we first moved here, I had purchased some furniture at Haverty's in Abilene. When the delivery truck came to deliver my new furniture, I actually had a handful of people say to me, "I saw that you bought some furniture...what did you get?" EXCUSE ME? Hence, the fishbowl description.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pivotal day for the Paty's at 807 E. Broadway...we have officially put our house on the market to sell. We have purchased a lot across town (in a real neighborhood...with kids and a place to ride bikes, and there are more than 2 houses on the street...it's the little things that make a girl's heart flutter) and we are preparing to build a new home to house these little ones. Now that we know our family is complete, we have outgrown this house and are ready to get settled into something a little more...kid friendly. Let's just say that the original 1908 crystal doorknobs on the doors will probably look much better when they are not smeared with marker or chocolate chip cookies...&lt;br /&gt;So, all of that to say, I am preparing to bid farewell to my fishbowl. We will forever cherish the memories here, but are looking forward to taking our 3 little fish to a bigger pond....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-5982241518036652497?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/5982241518036652497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=5982241518036652497' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/5982241518036652497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/5982241518036652497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/07/farewell-fishbowl.html' title='Farewell Fishbowl...'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-1607529488094764520</id><published>2008-07-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:07:12.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologize for my lack of posts this past week, but I can honestly say that I/We have been busier than a one-armed-man-in-a-paper-hanging-contest....the Paty's life is INSANE at the moment.  So for the 2 people out there (hi Dad) that read this blog, please stay tuned and know that stories and PICTURES are coming soon.........I promise.  Until then, carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-1607529488094764520?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1607529488094764520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=1607529488094764520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1607529488094764520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1607529488094764520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-apologize-for-my-lack-of-posts-this.html' title=''/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-3218369618470829163</id><published>2008-06-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:03:54.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for my Babies</title><content type='html'>Dearest Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as I turn out the light and slip under the covers, I pray that you will be with my precious babies Claire and Gregory, as they are sleeping over at their Nana's and Big Daddy's house.  They called at bedtime (a couple of hours ago) and were bawling, Lord, because they wanted me and you know how much my heart broke at the sound of their tears.  It took every ounce of self-control not to jump in my car and drive the 45 minutes to Abilene to rescue them from their sleep-deprived, sugar-induced, not-hearing-the-word-"NO"-in-24-hours-stupor, but Father, I pray that you cover them with Your peace tonight as they sleep.  I pray that they will rise in the morning, refreshed, and ready to run their Nana ragged another day.  I pray that they will be blessed by Your Word at Vacation Bible School, and that they will be a blessing to those they come in contact with.  And Lord, if they act like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heathens&lt;/span&gt; instead of little angels, I pray that no one from the Southern Hills congregation, my childhood church You know, will say to one another, "That's Ginger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paty's&lt;/span&gt; kids...go figure." &lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-3218369618470829163?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/3218369618470829163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=3218369618470829163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/3218369618470829163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/3218369618470829163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-for-my-babies.html' title='Prayer for my Babies'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-8969079489678627057</id><published>2008-06-20T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:41:36.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFx2QAbUJmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CcaA21OB2Io/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214172485952743010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFx2QAbUJmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CcaA21OB2Io/s200/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFx2QeATdAI/AAAAAAAAADY/TWUnvacDVDY/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214172493892514818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFx2QeATdAI/AAAAAAAAADY/TWUnvacDVDY/s200/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every night before Cody and I go to sleep, we usually lie in bed and talk. We discuss an assortment of things, most nights the topics include the kids and I's plans for the next day. Last night, I told him that I was looking forward to taking the children to the "Art Adventure" at the NCCIL (sometimes pronounced "nickel"), which is the National Center for Children's Illustrated Literature, located in Abilene. I moaned a little about the fact that I had to have myself and the kids dressed, fed (does heading to the donut shop count?) and in Abilene by 10:00 am...you see, at the beginning of the summer, I went online looking for some fun activities for the babies and I to do together this summer. On the NCCIL website, it advertised that they did an Art Adventure on the third Friday of every month. It included story time and an art activity to go along with the story...sounded right up Claire and Gregory's alley...so my alarm was set for the crack of dawn and we were ready for the adventure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We arose this morning with the sun (sorry for the whining, people, but my babies usually ALL sleep until 9:00 most mornings, so excuse me for being a little spoiled about my sleep) and headed out to grab breakfast. We arrived in Abilene with about ten minutes to spare, and we talked all the way there about what our Art Adventure might be about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids pile out of the car, Meredith is safely fastened in her stroller, and we walk briskly up the sidewalk to the front door. We come face-to-face with the girl who is opening the center for the morning, and she greets us with a cheerful, "hello!" I return the salutation and Claire immediately chimes in with, "We are here for the Art Adventure!" The girl simply cocks her head to the side and says, "oh, I am sorry...we aren't doing the Art Adventure anymore..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I immediately had a two millisecond come-to-Jesus-meeting with my face, quickly inserted my filter in my mouth and just sweetly answered, "oh...you're not? That's too bad..we were REALLY looking forward to it...especially since it looked so great on the website. YESTERDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lesson for the day: Anytime you are planning on attending an activity that includes the word "adventure" in the title...just assume that the actual "adventure" may be the actual process of getting there. Oh yea, and call before you plan your day around anything posted on a website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No harm, no foul. We headed across the street to the Grace Children's Museum instead. The kids loved the huge tree...this mommy loved the huge tree for providing great photo opps for my kids.  We all came out winners.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFx2QeATdAI/AAAAAAAAADY/TWUnvacDVDY/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFxxsX0p_bI/AAAAAAAAACg/V5eHo09awfY/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+030.jpg"&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/2756702212401213852-8969079489678627057?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/8969079489678627057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=8969079489678627057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8969079489678627057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8969079489678627057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventures-in-motherhood.html' title='Adventures in Motherhood'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFx2QAbUJmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CcaA21OB2Io/s72-c/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-4557157986999746066</id><published>2008-06-18T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:47:03.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllSOTwldI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6n_gQjP-Mw0/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213309407411082706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllSOTwldI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6n_gQjP-Mw0/s320/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllSugLj2I/AAAAAAAAACA/onWoCn-NMyI/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213309416053116770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllSugLj2I/AAAAAAAAACA/onWoCn-NMyI/s320/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllTGfmVkI/AAAAAAAAACI/ufHYo4ChJow/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213309422493128258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllTGfmVkI/AAAAAAAAACI/ufHYo4ChJow/s320/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllTh8hXqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RQVRC31V2DE/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213309429862194850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllTh8hXqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RQVRC31V2DE/s320/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllUkWGOfI/AAAAAAAAACY/2cnUpYn1Ls4/s1600-h/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213309447686207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllUkWGOfI/AAAAAAAAACY/2cnUpYn1Ls4/s320/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is here and I wanted to share some recent pictures with everyone. Meredith is officially 5 months old!! She is pure joy and the light of this family. The older two are in full force with swimming lessons and their latest, greatest new toys: BIKES. If you have never seen a three year old ride a 12 inch bike, it truly is one of the most precious things. They are getting really good at controlling their turns, and their Daddy has even taken them around the block a couple of times. (I am not that brave yet) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-4557157986999746066?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4557157986999746066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=4557157986999746066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4557157986999746066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/4557157986999746066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SFllSOTwldI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6n_gQjP-Mw0/s72-c/June+2008%3B+Meredith+Month+5+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-6270351713686069879</id><published>2008-06-16T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:43:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy Musings</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was reminded of why I married the man I married. Saturday night he took me to dinner, just the two of us, and I was so happy to JUST BE with him, that I moved my chair over to the side of the two person table we were seated at, just so that I could be closer to him. We laughed and talked about lots of different things, none of which were the children. He even took me to Starbucks to get a yummy hazelnut mocha, even though he thinks it's a crime to pay $3.86 for a drink. He is my best friend and no one on the planet "gets me" more than he does....I love that about him. We talked about the house we are getting ready to build (I'm sure the drama of that little process will be blogged about extensively later...it will either be blogging or therapy, I'm sure) and even held me while I cried about the idea of leaving the one we're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed perfect that the next day was Father's Day...a day to celebrate the amazing daddy that he is to my precious babies. I'm not sure there are three children on the planet that adore their father more than mine do, and I am not sure there is a man more deserving of that adoration. I wouldn't want to share this journey of parenthood with anyone but him....&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you, sweet Cody, for all the ways you make this family feel  happy, whole, loved, and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us are nuts about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-6270351713686069879?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/6270351713686069879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=6270351713686069879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6270351713686069879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/6270351713686069879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/06/mushy-musings.html' title='Mushy Musings'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-8221383113830301574</id><published>2008-06-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:56:29.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsubscribe</title><content type='html'>Dear Man in Charge of Junk Email,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to tell you that I am no longer interested in receiving your emails.  It seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I open up my email account, anxious to receive some note of value and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pertinent&lt;/span&gt; information, I am aghast to see that I do not have anything in my "inbox" besides Victoria's Secret emails...and I assure you, it's NOT because they need my just-had-my-third-kid-in-four-years body to model for their semi-annual sale.  I do not need anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GNC&lt;/span&gt; vitamins to kick in the energy I once had and have recently decided to try in the pill form, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FunJet&lt;/span&gt; Vacation emails are just cruel and unusual punishment for this slave-to-the-gasoline-bill,-Suburban-driving mama that can't bring herself to buy a minivan.  If I had time to entertain, then yes, your Crate and Barrel ads would be of benefit as I decorated my outdoor furniture with matching utensils and dinnerware...but my backyard has been taken over by all the stuff I've bought from One Step Ahead, as I receive their emails almost daily.  Apparently, they have worked.  So all this to say, please unsubscribe me from your email list so that I will not be tempted to buy the nursing bras you just sent in your last ad...I'm not of the opinion that I need to nurse my baby until she's three, but I appreciate the option. &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Claire, Greg, and Meredith's Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-8221383113830301574?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/8221383113830301574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=8221383113830301574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8221383113830301574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/8221383113830301574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/06/unsubscribe.html' title='Unsubscribe'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-987065700926088225</id><published>2008-06-04T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:16:10.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding down...</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...do you hear that? Silence. I am sitting here listening to the sound of my words being typed because my children are all sleeping...all three of them at the same time. For those of you that do not have multiple children, especially three under the age of five, you have no idea what a tremendous accomplishment it is to get them to sleep all at the same time. I rarely watch tv anymore simply because I have gotten to where I love the quiet....so peaceful. Nothing warms my heart like the sight and sound of my children sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason they are tuckered out is because today was the last day of Cornerstone Christian Preschool for Claire and Gregory. They sang in a little music program and then had a big luncheon. Gregory wasn't too keen on doing the words and the motions...in fact, there were a couple of moments when he looked kind of like a deer in the headlights...I think he was still mad at me for making him wear his "church sandals" instead of his "shoes that make him run fast". It's the little things in life that will make a boy happy....and not so happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, however, was in full force...completely in her element. I honestly do not have any idea where she gets her drama from! (haha) She loves to sing and dance and most importantly, loves to sing and dance when lots of people are watching with camaras! I was so proud of both of them, and even found myself becoming a tad bit emotional. Thankfully, I was able to hide behind the camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are officially out for the summer! Pray for this mama as she strives to keep three children fed, clothed, played-with, and cared-for in the coming days. I can't promise that if you see me in the next 10 weeks that I will have on a clean shirt or be wearing lipstick, but my kids will be having a great time! Let the games begin..............!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you for a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-987065700926088225?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/987065700926088225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=987065700926088225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/987065700926088225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/987065700926088225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/06/winding-down.html' title='Winding down...'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756702212401213852.post-1683278763911862123</id><published>2008-05-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:07:42.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Equal</title><content type='html'>We are all about equality here at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paty&lt;/span&gt; house.  Because my first and second children were born so close together (17 months apart) I have sometimes felt like I was dealing with twins. Claire and Gregory literally breathe the same air, they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;.  Because of this, Cody and I try to focus on making sure that things are equally divided between the two of them.  They like this idea and have a way of reminding us if we happen to forget.  If I make one child a snack and a cup of milk, then the other one gets the same snack and the same milk.  If we take a potty break for one child, then the other one gets recruited to take a break as well.  You get the idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when we were driving in the car (isn't that where we have the most precious conversations with our children?) Claire, Gregory, Meredith and I were headed to Abilene to visit my parents.  We were discussing that May was almost over and June was coming soon.  Claire asked "what things happen in June?"  So we proceeded to discuss swim lessons, no preschool, and Father's Day.  Her face lit up with excitement as we talked about how incredibly special her "Papa" is and what we should do for Father's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of moments go by and Gregory's little voice pipes up from the back of the suburban.  He simply asked, "Mama, since we had Mother's Day already, and Father's Day is coming up...when is Brother's Day?"  Claire chimes in..."and don't forget Sister's Day!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conjunction with our belief in equality at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paty&lt;/span&gt; house, we will be celebrating Brother's Day and Sister's Day sometime this summer. I wonder how long it will take before Hallmark hears of these great holidays and catches on to the splendor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What special holidays do you have at your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756702212401213852-1683278763911862123?l=lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/feeds/1683278763911862123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756702212401213852&amp;postID=1683278763911862123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1683278763911862123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756702212401213852/posts/default/1683278763911862123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeissweetinsweetwater.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-things-equal.html' title='All Things Equal'/><author><name>GPaty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308531746481965363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ODaymAfH2xY/SP0QfkbyxqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M-OOrPnCDOw/S220/blog+profile+picture.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
