<?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-24013508</id><updated>2011-09-01T09:24:10.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter and Nancy's Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes, LORD, walking in the way of your laws, we wait for you; your name and renown are the desire of our hearts. Isaiah 26:8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-147547947202574378</id><published>2007-02-27T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:37:13.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!!</title><content type='html'>Well, after four months of being "at the beach", we decided it was time to return to real life. We have been so busy that I have unfortunately neglected to keep up our website but I am so excited to write this entry that I know it will inspire me to continue. As many of you already know, last weekend we paid a little visit to Heidi and Colin and their new home in Texas. She has built such a warm, inviting home for herself and Colin that it made me want to move right in!! It is amazing; from the unique floors and the moldings to the antiqued bronze hardware and the master closet that is bigger than some bedrooms, you could tell that each and every detail was thought out very carefully. However, I think my favorite part of her home was the stepping stones that lead out to the guesthouse. Each one is handmade and so thoughtfully done. What talent you have, Heidi!! &lt;br /&gt;So, onto the party! What an honor it was to be a part of something so special. When Angie and Patti asked if I would help, I jumped at the chance to do it. So, I got in touch with Heidi and asked if the Norris clan could come visit her new digs and see just how big Colin has gotten in person! &lt;br /&gt;So, we arrived and after chatting and taking the tour of the house, we asked her if she could come out and help with something we had for her in the truck. She did and as she says, was pretty shocked to learn that all the gifts in the overly full truck bed and backseat were for her and Colin. After I explained everything and the shock wore off, you could tell how moved she was to know just how many people were involved in this project and who truly care about her and her lovely family. As Heidi said in her blog, it really was touching to see just how much thought and consideration was put into each gift and it was so neat to be there and watch as they were all opened. Of course, Colin got such pleasure out of unwrapping most, if not all of them - he was so fast that I had a hard time keeping up with writing down what came from which person! Ben also tried to get into the fun, as you can tell from some of the pictures. After opening all the gifts, we went to dinner at Double Dave's (who have the BEST pizza rolls in the world) and got to chat and catch up some more. I really hope that we can visit more often. To Heidi; you, Colin, and the life you lead are truly an inspiration and I love reading about your adventures on your blog. Thanks for letting us come into your home and share in this experience with you. And after Peter leaves, I might have to come for an extended weekend and help you break in that fabulous guesthouse!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A disclaimer on the photos - Peter and I forgot to get out the camera right when we got there so we didn't get to take pictures of Heidi when she saw all the gifts (plus that would have ruined the surprise) but we did get lots and lots of her, and Colin, opening the gifts. (The first two are in black and white because that was what the previous setting was.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594047665252&amp;amp;site=widget-64.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=72057594047665252&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/72057594047665252/bb_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=72057594047665252&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p2/72057594047665252/bb_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-147547947202574378?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/147547947202574378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=147547947202574378' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/147547947202574378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/147547947202574378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-115996268225007068</id><published>2006-10-04T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:58:02.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy - do I need to post! I said I would post about a few recent events so here is one of them (although it is about a month late). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over Labor Day weekend, the McKenzies all met at my aunt and uncle's beachhouse in Galveston (Boliver). My aunt and uncle live in Bryan but make the 3 hour drive to their "home away from home" about every other weekend. I can definitely see why because it was SO relaxing. Their beachhouse is actually on the beach so you can sit on the deck and have the sound of the waves lull you to sleep or you can open your eyes and look at all the cars driving by down on the beach. Yes, you read correctly - the cars drive on the beach (Angela in PA knows what I'm talking about!). It is quite a thing there, with people competing to see how high they can elevate their BUVs (beach utility vehicles). Most of the time you can't even hear them fro the beachhouse and it is rather fun to take a drive and see how everyone is enjoying themselves. Besides, it is pretty convenient to be able to drive right up to the perfect spot where you want to camp out all day (or night) rather than parking a mile away and lugging all your gear through the sand to hopefully find a spot near a beach access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the best part of the weekend was being able to get so many of us together at one time - 12 in all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 249px" name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="365" height="249" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-ae.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594044268206&amp;amp;cy=bl" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="0" src="http://widget-ae.slide.com/f2/72057594044268206/bl_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-115996268225007068?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/115996268225007068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=115996268225007068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115996268225007068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115996268225007068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/10/fun-at-beach.html' title='Fun at the Beach!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-115690732372047459</id><published>2006-08-29T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:14:35.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 212px" name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="334" height="212" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-cc.slide.com.com&amp;channel=72057594040937932&amp;amp;cy=bl"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img height="0" src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/f2/72057594040937932/bl_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 225px" name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-61.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="331" height="225" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-61.slide.com.com&amp;channel=72057594041170017&amp;amp;cy=bl" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img height="0" src="http://widget-61.slide.com/f2/72057594041170017/bl_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I figured it was WAY overdue for me to post something and this slide show I "borrowed" from Susan's blog prompted me to finally get around to it! The second slide show is some of the pictures I have been meaning to post for awhile now. Hope you enjoy! We have been VERY busy lately so here is a little of what we have been doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When Peter and I arrived in College Station after our trip we left the next day to go househunting in Killeen. We took Peter's mom along as she has a lot of experience (i.e. she has real-estate license). We are planning to keep this house as a rental when we leave so we had to look for certain features. After a few days of looking we were able to find one with which we were very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After submitting the contract with the realtor we headed back to College Station and relaxed for a few more days before Peter had to report in to Fort Hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest of July was spent with me in C.S. with my mom and Charm and Peter working in Killeen and commuting back to C.S. each weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On August 8th, we finally moved all our luggage to Killeen and closed on our house the next day. It is pretty cool to be a homeowner but such a big responsiblity!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since then Peter has been working his tail off doing two jobs (S-1 and preparing for taking a troop command for you military types) and I have been working my tail off trying to unpack boxes, paint, and take care of a 3-month old among other things. Fortunately, Peter's mom came back to visit with us after spending some time in El Paso with Rachel, Peter's sister, and she has been a huge help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend Peter and I drove to Belton to visit with Susan and Wes before they leave for Romania for at least 2 years. We also saw their parents and the Kempers who are all long-time friends of ours from College Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few things that are coming up for us (I will try and write about each of these):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Labor Day weekend we will go to Galveston to my aunt and uncle's beach house to take a few days of relaxation. We all need it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;September 6th Peter will have his change of command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;September 16th we will go to San Antonio to watch the Texas A&amp;amp;M/Army game - who do you think we will be rooting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;September 23 my dad will come from Florida to visit for a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try and post more often from now on but I can't promise anything! Thanks again for the slide show and the great time this past weekend, Susan and Mrs. Muske!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-115690732372047459?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/115690732372047459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=115690732372047459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115690732372047459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115690732372047459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-115233225559857780</id><published>2006-07-07T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:00:44.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realized how long it has been since I posted the last time so here is a little of what has been going on in our lives. The last week we were in Virginia we stayed with one of our friends from EWS (the school Peter attended at Quantico). She was so nice to allow us to stay with her (thank you, Laura!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So on June 30 we started our week-long journey to Texas. The first night we stayed in a hotel so it wouldn't be such a long drive the first day. The next day we arrived at my aunt and uncle's house in Chattanooga, TN. It was definitely a full house with Peter, me, Charm, Ben, our pets (two cats and a dog), my dad and grandmother who drove up from Florida to meet Ben and my aunt, uncle and their four-year-old daughter Sarah (not to mention their pet cat, Sam). We had so much fun just chatting and catching up but the best part was that my aunt cooked a fabulous gourmet German-style dinner (she really should have her own cooking show). We really appreciate their overwhelming hospitality!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning we were off to Atlanta, GA to visit with Peter's aunt and uncle. We were able to spend two nights and my favorite parts besides just hanging out were going to Stone Mountain and going outlet shopping for baby clothes. Stone Mountain had an awesome laser show and fireworks that Ben wasn't in love with (we made sure we covered his little ears) and lots of fun shops. The last night we were there we went shopping at some great baby outlets (The Children's Place, Carter's, Osh Kosh) and purchased some outstanding deals! Oh, I almost forgot - we were also able to meet for lunch with one of our good friends from college - we were able to chat and find out more about their upcoming adventures as they move to France to be missionaries (check out their website - Ben &amp;amp; Amanda's website). The funniest thing about that lunch was that Amanda has a new son as well (born March 10) who was just starting to teethe. For some reason he decided that he wanted to chew on the handlebar of her stroller rather than a teething toy. He latched on so hard he could have hung from that thing with just his mouth. I took a picture but until we are able to get to our computer I can't post it :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we were sad to leave the Atlanta area the following morning but excited to go visit my grandparents in Carthage, Mississippi. My grandmother had a stroke two years ago and isn't able to communicate very well but I was able to understand her say "Soft...." and "Big Boy" as I sat next to her with Ben and she stroked his head. Both she and my grandpa were overjoyed that we were able to stop byfor a visit. Even though we only stayed a couple of hours at their house - we didn't want to stay overnight with our crazy crew in tow - it was totally worth every minute! Hopefully we will be able to go back and see them both again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah! It is finally the day that we will arrive on our homeland - Texas! We drove as fast and as furious as we could but we made sure to stop at the Texas Welcome Center and take a picture with Ben in front of the big Texas stone cutout. Peter was leading the way in his truck and Charm and I definitely noticed that the closer we got to College Station the faster he drove! We ended up arriving about 6:30 pm and went to sleep as soon as possible because they next day we were off to Killeen to househunt (more about that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a trip! As exhausting as it was, it gave Charm and me and great chance to talk and bond. I didn't mention that she drove most of the way to Texas while I was in the backseat multitasking - entertaining Ben, pumping breastmilk for Ben, feeding Ben and trying to catch up on some much needed sleep. Oh, and of course, Peter had ALL the animals in the truck with him ROAMING FREE! We had walkie talkies that my dad gave us for the trip so Peter would constantly give us updates on what they were doing as he was driving down the road, "Avery is on my lap right now,"and "Austin is crawling at my feet," and "some animal just threw up or went to the bathroom, we need to stop!" Charm and I found it pretty hilarious. A lot has happened since the trip so I will continue to update and hopefully catch up one of these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-115233225559857780?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/115233225559857780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=115233225559857780' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115233225559857780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115233225559857780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-highway.html' title='Life is a Highway'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-115082636050768377</id><published>2006-06-20T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:55:46.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown has begun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the end is near - of our time in Virginia, at least. We are scheduled to leave on June 30 and it always seems like there is so much to do before we go. However, last night we picked up Charm (Peter's mom) from the airport. She had a long day after flying in from Germany but was eager to hold and love on her new grandson. Besides playing the all-important role of grandmother (though we call her Muti), she will be a great help in the moving process, driving in the car with Ben and me to Texas while Peter drives the truck with the cats (2) and dog, and in the house-hunting and home-buying process. And oh yeah, she has also volunteered to help unpack, paint, and landscape (she is quite talented in those areas). We are so lucky to have her with us!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are also going to be buying a house when we get to Texas so we have to do all the pre-approval paperwork and such before even setting foot in a prospective home. We are very excited about buying our first home but I am also overwhelmed by everything that has to be done. We will update as we continue this process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-115082636050768377?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/115082636050768377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=115082636050768377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115082636050768377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115082636050768377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/countdown-has-begun.html' title='The Countdown has begun!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-115005876962286669</id><published>2006-06-11T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:46:46.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder" - this statement is most often made regarding girlfriend/boyfriend relationships or spousal relationships. However, this has a two-fold meaning for me right now. First, Peter has one week left in his school in KY which means I am a "single mom" for a little over a week. Even though I went thirteen months without him and any other family in Germany, it was also without kids. This experience has made me sit in AWE of those mothers who made it through the deployment WITH kids (and their sanity!).     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I walked in the house after dropping my mom at the airport and there was no one holding the door for me or helping me in some way, that was when I first realized that I was on my own. It was a little scary at first, but I have to say, after a couple of days of caring for Ben and myself and keeping us both alive, fed, and clean (well, at least Ben is clean!) I feel such a sense of accomplishment and pride that I CAN DO THIS! Being a mother is one of the hardest things I have ever done, but I can honestly say that it is also one of the most rewarding. God has truly blessed us with such a precious little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I said earlier that the title phrase has a two-fold meaning for me. Not only does it apply to Peter being gone, but to me being apart from all my friends. Being an Army wife has given me opportunities to meet many special and amazing women but it has also forced me to say goodbye (for now) to most of them. Not only am I separated from my "new" friends, but I am also separated from my "old" ones (from college and high school). However, the great part about this upcoming move is that I will be a LOT closer to many of the "old" ones. And I bet that many of my "new" friends will wind up being stationed with us again. If not, then I will just have to visit them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankfully, blogging has kept us in touch with each other in a whole new way. It is so exciting to read about everything that is going on in their lives -it makes the distance seem a lot shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-115005876962286669?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/115005876962286669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=115005876962286669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115005876962286669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/115005876962286669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder!!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114963945307295764</id><published>2006-06-06T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:18:53.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some more pictures that I couldn't get to post with the other ones: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A trip with Grammy to see the National Mall and the Archives, oh, and we had to have lunch at Peter's favorite D.C. eatery - Ollie's Trollie (we highly recommend the classic Ollie burger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/019_6A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben's Grammy (Nancy's mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben in his big boy outfit playing with his activity gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2870.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben is not very happy about being dressed up like a little doll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2882.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some more family portraits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/003_22Acropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/010_15Acropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/005_20Acropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114963945307295764?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114963945307295764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114963945307295764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114963945307295764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114963945307295764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-pics_06.html' title='More pics!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114936566044784910</id><published>2006-06-03T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:52:06.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that is has been a little while since I have posted but this whole motherhood thing is pretty time-consuming!!!! I really had no idea just how much time this little guy could take up - there's feeding, changing diapers, bathing and dressing. Then you do it all over again because SOMEONE pooped their pants! Then comes playtime, fussy time, and hopefully sleepy time. By the time I get to the sleepy time, I am racing around just trying to catch up on anything - like maybe going to the bathroom or perhaps brushing my hair. However, as any mom will agree, it is all worth it! I was reading Vicki's post,&lt;a href="http://duffsonthego.blogspot.com/2006/06/candid-camera.html"&gt;Candid Camera&lt;/a&gt;, and I couldn't help but laughing because that is how I feel most days. It doesn't help that Peter is away at school for three weeks but my mom is here to help - and boy do I appreciate her (and wonder how she ever handled three kids that were all 2 years apart). Anyway, Ben is such a blessing and we couldn't imagine our lives without him. So without further ado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here are some pics from Ben's 2nd and 3rd week of life in this wonderful world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A visit with all the cousins on the Norris side of the family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="67" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2851.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben's first friend (his t-shirt actually says that); Allen Thomson and his son Alexander who was born five months earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snoozing with Daddy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta love that Boppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first REAL bath (not just a sponge bath); SEE, my cord fell off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2867.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114936566044784910?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114936566044784910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114936566044784910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114936566044784910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114936566044784910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/06/manic-motherhood.html' title='Manic Motherhood'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114892403578438850</id><published>2006-05-29T13:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:10:45.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Memorial Day to all those who have served, are serving and continue to serve our great country. We are so proud of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114892403578438850?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114892403578438850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114892403578438850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114892403578438850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114892403578438850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114806657264539702</id><published>2006-05-19T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:44:08.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Oh Boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As most of you already know, we brought home our new little (I mean BIG!) bundle of joy this past week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Benjamin Thomas Norris was born on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May 12, 2006 at 4:33 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He weighs 9 lbs. 11 oz. and is 22 1/4 inches long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was really surprised that he ended up weighing that much because at our last appointment 3 days before he was born the nurse said that the baby was going to be a "good size" . She said that he would probably be 8-9 lbs - needless to say, I was overwhelmed when I pushed out a nearly 10 lb baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, the labor was not that bad (really!). On May 11 (the day after the baby was due) we attended Peter's graduation from Expeditionary Warfare School. During the 2 hour ceremony I kept feeling my stomach tighten and relax but I felt no pain with it. Everyone said that when contractions started and I was in labor I would definitely "know it" so I thought nothing of it. After graduation ended, we ran some errands that needed to get done before Baby Norris arrived. When we got home, I laid on the couch for about an hour and then went upstairs to change. As I was changing, my water broke! So we called the hospital and they said to come on in so they could run a test to see if was actually my water breaking or something else. Peter and I called our neighbor who came over helped us load our bags in the car and to watch the pets. Even though I had pre-packed, we still forgot several things in all the rush (like all the snacks for Peter!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, during the 45 minute drive to the hospital, the contractions became much stronger and painful. So when the doctor confirmed that it was my water that broke, I was not surprised. I was then brought into the Labor &amp; Delivery room where I was examined and told that even though my water had broken, I was still only 1 cm dilated. They decided to start pitocin so that my labor could move along faster. They were concerned about having the labor last too long because of a risk of infection with the already broken amniotic sack. However, when they had me on pitocin, the baby's heartrate was dropping, which would have been okay if it happened during the contractions, but it was dropping after the contractions. So the doctor decided to turn off the pitocin to maintain the baby's heartrate but this only stopped the progress the pitocin had been making. This cycle repeated several times with doctors coming in and out of the room. The pitocin made the contractions so strong that I was only able to last 3 hours before asking for an epidural. One doctor told me that a C-section might be required if I didn't progress naturally because they didn't want to risk an infection if the labor lasted too long. I was so bummed about this because I REALLY wanted to deliver naturally (this was before we knew the weight of our precious boy!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 1:00 am the doctors said they would take me off the pitocin and come back in about an hour to assess the situation. They also told me to try and get some sleep (RIGHT!) but to notify the nurse if I felt any pressure or the need to push. Everyone then left the room which left me and Peter to relax and sleep. I, of course, couldn't sleep because all I could think about was having to have a C-section so I watched the clock for the next hour. The doctors didn't come back after an hour so I kept waiting, hoping and praying that God would help my body to progress naturally through labor. At about 3:15 am I started to feel something in my abdomen. I wasn't sure if it was pressure or what but it was something that I hadn't felt before so I woke Peter up and he went to notify the nurse/doctor. The nurse came in first and examined me and said, "The head is down and you are ready to go!" I was so excited I could have cried! She also said that she had been praying for me and just knew that I wouldn't have to get a C-section. She then went to get the doctors and we all got ready to have Baby Norris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The epidural was turned way down so that I could feel when I needed to push and boy did I feel EVERYTHING! I started pushing at 3:45 and at 4:33 we met our baby Benjamin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been meaning to share pictures so here are some of our favorites from his first week of life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is when we first got our hands on our new baby boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/Beninbabybucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A good close-up shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/Benupclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A very relieved mom right after Ben was born.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2758.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy giving Ben his first bath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2772.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a sweet face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that a smile I see?.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben's first stroller ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2793.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben's first (and our first) meal out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben's first bath at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben on a beautiful blanket that a very talented friend (wink, wink) made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our first night home from the hospital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/NancyandBenathome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Showing our college pride.... WHOOOOOOP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are all for now - more to come when I can catch some sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114806657264539702?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114806657264539702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114806657264539702' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114806657264539702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114806657264539702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy Oh Boy!!!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114714425413064263</id><published>2006-05-08T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:32:53.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is NOT over! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I better give an update to let you all know what is going on with Baby Norris (and so you wouldn't think we had already had him/her without telling you). Last week at our appointment (almost 39 weeks) the doctor said that I wasn't really making any progress other than the baby dropping a little. However, we had another appointment today and I have made SOME progress. I am officially 50% effaced and a whopping 1 cm dilated. The baby has also dropped some more which is a good sign. We went ahead and made another appointment for next Monday at the clinic and one for the next day, Tuesday, at the hospital. That is when the doctors will run some tests to check if everything is okay and depending on the results they will either keep me overnight (and possibly induce) or make an appointment to induce the following week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are getting VERY excited to meet Baby Norris (and especially to find out if it is a boy or a girl). I have to say, though, I still feel just fine, considering, except for the impossible task of sleeping comfortably. I can't believe it is about to be over but I am also ready to begin the next phase and become a mother! Hey, maybe the baby will come on Mother's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before our computer problems, I promised I would post some pictures of the baby shower my sisters (mine and Peter's) threw me, so here they are. There are also a few last pregnancy pics that Peter took with his fancy camera (he can make anybody look good). Before you judge too harshly, remember that they were taken at 38 1/2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the diaper cake that a friend made - isn't it cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2673.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my niece who helped out by cooking, greeting everyone at the door, and passing out favors - she is just precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A group picture minus a few who had to leave - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the final pregnancy pics - hopefully the next ones will be with Baby Norris on the OUTSIDE!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/pn00.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/pn17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/pn22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/pn28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114714425413064263?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114714425413064263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114714425413064263' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114714425413064263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114714425413064263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/05/wait-is-not-over.html' title='The wait is NOT over! :)'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114598856522102995</id><published>2006-04-25T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:09:25.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April showers bring May babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are wondering why I haven't written in awhile, well, so am I. Our computer at home is down so I am sitting here writing this post at the base library. Fortunately, Peter is very skilled with the computer (he built ours himself), but this one has stumped him. To make a long story short, he is ordering some parts which will hopefully fix the problem (whatever it is) and get us back to "normal" again. You know, I never realized just how much we rely on computers until they break. Now I find myself making a list of all the things I need to do once the comouter is up and running again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a brighter note, this past weekend my sister and Peter's sister held a baby shower for me and Baby Norris. Since they both live in North Carolina and all of the guests live near me, they decided to just come to my house for the weekend and have it there. It was so great getting to see and visit  some of my out-of-town friends and family and to share this exciting event with all of them (I will be sure to post some pictures when I am able to access them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have just two weeks to go until the due date now (May 10) so it is definitely "crunch time." We had a doctor's appointment on Monday and she asked if I thought the baby was going to come early. I said no because I have felt NO signs of labor and I just have a feeling that the baby will be late (although at the appointment on Monday she said that the baby has dropped a LITTLE and that I am effaced a LITTLE). She said she was surprised to hear me say that because most first-time moms think their babies will come "any minute now" during those last few weeks. She also said that I was probably being pretty realistic and that this baby will either be on time or late. I have to say, I am just fine with that. Not that we aren't excited to meet this little person that has been growing inside me for the past nine months (and especially to find out if it is a boy or a girl), but now that it is truly down to the wire, I am getting a little nervous about the whole experience. Since I am one of the last ones in the Great Baby Boom of 2006, I have been able to hear all about the labor tales of my friends but since each one was different, I now have no idea what to expect for myself. Oh well, I guess that is part of the fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114598856522102995?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114598856522102995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114598856522102995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114598856522102995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114598856522102995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-showers-bring-may-babies.html' title='April showers bring May babies!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114477340777664261</id><published>2006-04-11T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:27:14.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess with Texas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/20P0413.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="76" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/20P0413.0.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As most of you already know, we are headed to Killeen, Texas this summer. We are so excited to get closer to some of our family and friends for the next few years. For those of you that aren't Texans, you might not understand how hard it is to not be able to live in your home state. I have often heard the saying, "Texas, it's like a whole other country." I truly believe that because Texas doesn't really fit into any of the U.S. regions; New England, East Coast, South, Midwest, or West Coast. Texans are VERY proud of their home state and for good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I miss Texas, I miss my hometown of College Station (Heidi, I know you can relate) even more. Peter and I always talk about the first thing we want to do when we get there but we can never decide because there is just too much to do. True, most of the places we want to go are eateries such as Layne's Chicken Fingers and Freebirds but just walking around the beautiful A&amp;M campus will satisfy us for awhile. One thing I can't wait to do is go to a home football game. We haven't been able to attend one since we both graduated 5 years ago and since we were both in the Corps of Cadets and the Aggie Band, home games are somewhat sacred to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/kylefield.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/kylefield.0.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/band.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/band.0.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(top, a typical Texas A&amp;M home game; bottom, Peter is 2nd from the right in the front row and I am 4th from the right in the second row)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/kylefield.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though we will be living in Killeen; it is only two hours away and with Grammy (my mom) in C.S., I'm sure we will be making MANY trips there. Of course, any and all of you are welcome to come visit and learn why we enjoy Texas as much as we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114477340777664261?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114477340777664261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114477340777664261' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114477340777664261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114477340777664261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-mess-with-texas.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with Texas!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114417902662591459</id><published>2006-04-04T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:38:21.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Cherry On Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/CIMG2660.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/CIMG2660.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;a href="http://www.nationalcherryblossomfestival.org/cms/index.php?id=390"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.nationalcherryblossomfestival.org/cms/index.php?id=390&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday, Peter and I went with some friends to the Tidal Basin in D.C. to see the beautiful cherry blossom trees in bloom. There are about two weeks every year (depending on the weather) that the trees stay in full bloom. We were able to hit it just right, along with EVERYONE else in the surrounding area. Even though it was crowded, it was impossible not to enjoy what a gift nature gives us each year. Since we are only in the area for ten months, we have tried to take advantage of every weekend we could spare to sightsee and take in everything the D.C. area has to offer. We have both visited the nation's capital a few times before, but living here is totally different. You don't have to rush at any of the museums or cram anything in because you can always come back. We will be leaving soon and I will definitely miss that but we will try to take advantage of every place the Army sends us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114417902662591459?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114417902662591459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114417902662591459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114417902662591459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114417902662591459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-cherry-on-top.html' title='With a Cherry On Top'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114354945656425177</id><published>2006-03-28T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:14:18.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/Nancy%20at%206.5%20months.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't think it would take me so long to get around to posting again. But life got in the way (i.e. Peter returned home after a month of being gone) so I kind of forgot about other things. However, I am back and ready to blog!!! Just kidding! I have been meaning to put some pictures of my pregnancy up for friends and family to see. So, here they are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is at 6 1/2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/Nancy%20at%206.5%20months.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/Nancy%20at%206.5%20months.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and at 7 1/2 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/March%202006%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/320/March%202006%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing to see how much your body can change in just a few short months. I never thought I would get past the "plump" stage where people question whether or not you are pregnant. But now, there is no question about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe I only have  a little over 6 weeks left! It's nuts! Am I ready for labor?! Are we ready to be parents?! Can we handle moving (driving) across the country with a two-week-old newborn and three pets?! Will we find a house to buy that will suit us well for the next three years?! Aaahhhh! So much to think about! I know that God will get us through it all but sometimes it can all seem a little overwhelming, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114354945656425177?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114354945656425177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114354945656425177' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114354945656425177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114354945656425177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/03/belly-pics.html' title='Belly pics!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24013508.post-114228911933843345</id><published>2006-03-13T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:15:27.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after constantly monitoring other's blogs and much prodding from some good friends (Angie, Vicki), I decided to FINALLY get my own blog. I really have always wanted a website or some way that my family and friends could keep up with all that goes on in our lives so hopefully this will accomplish some of that. I don't promise to have any profound thoughts or insights but hopefully you will at least be entertained by reading about some of the daily events that go on in our crazy but blessed lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24013508-114228911933843345?l=norrisnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/114228911933843345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24013508&amp;postID=114228911933843345' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114228911933843345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24013508/posts/default/114228911933843345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norrisnotes.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Peter and Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00387086517279400486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/90/2487/1600/007_18Asmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
