tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492212515773883442024-03-05T06:24:16.591-08:00Livin' the Rohr LifeJodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-73538468624194814162011-07-27T14:24:00.001-07:002011-07-28T15:20:09.343-07:00My Burgeoning Belly<div align="center">The title says it all...here are some very back dated pictures of my pregnancy. I was OH SO LUCKY to be extremely nauseous for the first 16 weeks of the pregnancy, the worst being from about 6 weeks until about 14 weeks. I did actually lose weight for a while and finally started gaining weight at 18 weeks. It was frustrating to be sick, but I figured if it was part of growing a healthy baby, I would do it. And I will do it again to have another one, it just isn't fun. Oh well, it all turned out just fine! Anyway, because I was sick for so long it took me a long time to start showing. People would ask ridiculous questions like, "Are you sure you're pregnant?" Um...yes, pretty sure! I was so happy when I did finally start showing and gaining weight!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So, here is my belly's journey to full term, starting with the first picture I have where I have a belly, sort of. I wasn't really showing yet, but I sure tried to look that way!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4OUPcuqG1XMfPxNOozv74yLIbvaZ73wx5ll-HgNv7txFSMVXpg2uSXjMqAAPeBec_SzVtYGEpG1WkTUou2DNXQe5N1jCC6-Cy77WBX94PC7dPCOClsYtccaGAuhT-KxFptkFvLjFMXwu/s1600/IMG_4528.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634154482604224594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4OUPcuqG1XMfPxNOozv74yLIbvaZ73wx5ll-HgNv7txFSMVXpg2uSXjMqAAPeBec_SzVtYGEpG1WkTUou2DNXQe5N1jCC6-Cy77WBX94PC7dPCOClsYtccaGAuhT-KxFptkFvLjFMXwu/s320/IMG_4528.JPG" /></a>18 weeks - Jodi and I at the Gender Party PUSHING our bellies to show! It's crazy to think that Zolie and Kirby are here now and have already had their picture taken together (future blog :))!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdA07GeSpQan83V4EzW13FtavnJJ0Tc_9Pesj7R0SuxF-UbEdbTCn6VO4ubdzD9BkFjuwg7ojYhmAAMRBoKcv6yRs9sRslxKak8Aar9bQjCdHhrNIlFATZRR49bqEaEztkdGdxzLfXed_u/s1600/3-19-11+-+22+weeks.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634154082544053810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdA07GeSpQan83V4EzW13FtavnJJ0Tc_9Pesj7R0SuxF-UbEdbTCn6VO4ubdzD9BkFjuwg7ojYhmAAMRBoKcv6yRs9sRslxKak8Aar9bQjCdHhrNIlFATZRR49bqEaEztkdGdxzLfXed_u/s320/3-19-11+-+22+weeks.JPG" /></a> 22 weeks - finally starting to look pregnant, not bloated :)<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnf_23R6xLuOAnKFry5tinbFzWBI2W8RwcHbOmPJlcLnjb4a1VbKloL_kc-dMUjc65sG1VmsPBhXxg6cJfMX5Foj6nFQ55bzHXCJypLjB-ew8LyiLNpNPtl1mwXgIVA9OMEGivKHN7XeS/s1600/4-5-11+-+24+weeks.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634154079173649570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnf_23R6xLuOAnKFry5tinbFzWBI2W8RwcHbOmPJlcLnjb4a1VbKloL_kc-dMUjc65sG1VmsPBhXxg6cJfMX5Foj6nFQ55bzHXCJypLjB-ew8LyiLNpNPtl1mwXgIVA9OMEGivKHN7XeS/s320/4-5-11+-+24+weeks.JPG" /></a> 24 weeks - at this point I was still wearing my regular jeans (barely) but had to unbutton them.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsQzMJhJUsiIUiSKF-TC5zcQU8k215esjP1OjR9YltqCciTewtNymrWlhqfqDjIhz0jyqme3m4-JM9dgkHsjIfGSomHbHqki8CYb-TOuEAcawqIz_Xp4Nczw0FZZWs0Wt6qB9Nfth9wWQ/s1600/5-4-11+-+28+weeks.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634154074724336802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsQzMJhJUsiIUiSKF-TC5zcQU8k215esjP1OjR9YltqCciTewtNymrWlhqfqDjIhz0jyqme3m4-JM9dgkHsjIfGSomHbHqki8CYb-TOuEAcawqIz_Xp4Nczw0FZZWs0Wt6qB9Nfth9wWQ/s320/5-4-11+-+28+weeks.PNG" /></a> </div><br /><p align="center">28 weeks - the start of my 3rd trimester and one step closer to seeing my girl!</p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOaHxMRNknhsVRmEilk8TAoYKwUty0xczdlOkbB_uQF7U7B-sX9rJsyxnkB3vN_rk7iB1O-BStZrPAiH0fOq2qDs7216fiAfb3JnAg4smOIGg-bhgxv9RDVtMHHjZ-mfFXb39dhStUYXy/s1600/5-14-11+-+29+weeks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634154068803088162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOaHxMRNknhsVRmEilk8TAoYKwUty0xczdlOkbB_uQF7U7B-sX9rJsyxnkB3vN_rk7iB1O-BStZrPAiH0fOq2qDs7216fiAfb3JnAg4smOIGg-bhgxv9RDVtMHHjZ-mfFXb39dhStUYXy/s320/5-14-11+-+29+weeks.jpg" /></a> 29 weeks - Jodi, Vanessa and I were the pregnant bridesmaids walking into bars on 6th Street in Austin for Jana's Bachelorette Party. The bouncers (extremely observant fellows) kept offering us free drinks...um...no thanks....It was comical. </div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx67NdO0csz6zrILSlLrXOEJwR46bhnciSHgpdFp-VWnVohxKuvRlM3ITvpejtajCA0hsmQUGiSvNHxiQUzBNIX1Qrz7FV-YR6-4ehKZGqMpCElh1r5Q0Q82wo_-CG-hvEmFqSRx4m0iKU/s1600/6-3-11+-+32+weeks.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634153601765909778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx67NdO0csz6zrILSlLrXOEJwR46bhnciSHgpdFp-VWnVohxKuvRlM3ITvpejtajCA0hsmQUGiSvNHxiQUzBNIX1Qrz7FV-YR6-4ehKZGqMpCElh1r5Q0Q82wo_-CG-hvEmFqSRx4m0iKU/s320/6-3-11+-+32+weeks.PNG" /></a>32 weeks - Tyler and I at Jana and Buddy's Rehearsal Dinner. I did the Cupid Shuffle and had my first round of Braxton Hicks Contractions...I was having fun and I over did it, A LOT.</p><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Oq9ETi9LiK0p3WcGktH2O3GSJWuyRtbb-nGS-eAoPDAPw9duDQHCQJw5JvZX8PBiWHJ3LbPb4aLXt80L3wTcjYzvxrC8iugQM9qu_b6Lz4_TLIbmApyo4aPUieaNULGroi3Z1eNF_u_R/s1600/6-4-11+-+32+weeks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634153592800556626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Oq9ETi9LiK0p3WcGktH2O3GSJWuyRtbb-nGS-eAoPDAPw9duDQHCQJw5JvZX8PBiWHJ3LbPb4aLXt80L3wTcjYzvxrC8iugQM9qu_b6Lz4_TLIbmApyo4aPUieaNULGroi3Z1eNF_u_R/s320/6-4-11+-+32+weeks.jpg" /></a>32 weeks - Tyler and I at Jana's wedding the next day. I didn't know how big (or not) I would be by 32 weeks so I ordered a HUGE bridesmaid's dress (at the recommendation of the sales lady) and it fell right off before the alterations!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ehb4QEqalDutUDz7ParbQpM4-jycY0QkuYEi91yTOzIhcTjItYSCyw9QAcESAmo-j45e2aQhdLzpUQRGhsvC8OixW_i7V95DeqFj_5Jsx8w_wE_L76fLq5hLSwT9ZVvSBASWeu1-xeZu/s1600/6-11-11+-+33+weeks.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634153589745776578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ehb4QEqalDutUDz7ParbQpM4-jycY0QkuYEi91yTOzIhcTjItYSCyw9QAcESAmo-j45e2aQhdLzpUQRGhsvC8OixW_i7V95DeqFj_5Jsx8w_wE_L76fLq5hLSwT9ZVvSBASWeu1-xeZu/s320/6-11-11+-+33+weeks.PNG" /></a> 33 weeks - At my Tomball Shower and at this point I was REALLY looking ready to go!</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634525935008489762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eZb38oDvVZ-xTVDg6zudM6W7xEyrLf7wgocVwX3jmCnIJMTUeQ4k3YAoGHlL_5Bmp-ORtijYSEnio8IvWiTUHFWP06Fh9zuNAKj65B5qgETfmLMZBn4Xz_aMiwyaurWZYq0mMxwppPZr/s320/6-12-11+-+33+weeks.JPG" />33 weeks - Jodi, Angie and I at Jodi's Baby Shower for Kirby Love. Angie has not been drinking the baby-makin' Kool-Aid lately. She's already got 3 handsome boys! </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4F8nnIKHU6GSPoNoB1cbFX10LVtCRVhWVLe42sSY2HGNIc6xNoMHjZRllowN6s1ixB-xxMgRQLleglp7dSaYAr8fvoY7HhkVY18C2dgrcMR6G2iHVm-_DRL7DVITetuq71-sNSWOAZsl/s1600/IMG_5082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634153584356392418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4F8nnIKHU6GSPoNoB1cbFX10LVtCRVhWVLe42sSY2HGNIc6xNoMHjZRllowN6s1ixB-xxMgRQLleglp7dSaYAr8fvoY7HhkVY18C2dgrcMR6G2iHVm-_DRL7DVITetuq71-sNSWOAZsl/s320/IMG_5082.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>35 weeks - Heidi and I letting our bellies play together, she had JUST found out that she was expecting...Baby Rice is due in February - YEA!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>The next group of pictures is from our Maternity Session. We had our good friend Christina take our pictures and they turned out precious. She did an AMAZING job and you can see all of the pictures on her blog: <a href="http://christinashippeyphotography.com/blog/?p=1004">http://christinashippeyphotography.com/blog/?p=1004</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I love that we have this memory of our eagerness and excitement about our sweet baby.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQW9r1QFtGchyphenhyphendyuaYGUoh5nBe63m9sebDRpMHYCdNuziUHu3TTrKEK40TifWt0LnEKEZf7Hqwj_VstNWuLFsGk8fSzeBjoE32vyEKau0SlxwcNkA987dAf2HILXr_Yk8G92npyfj8PE_v/s1600/mat+pic+22.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634151250610636642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQW9r1QFtGchyphenhyphendyuaYGUoh5nBe63m9sebDRpMHYCdNuziUHu3TTrKEK40TifWt0LnEKEZf7Hqwj_VstNWuLFsGk8fSzeBjoE32vyEKau0SlxwcNkA987dAf2HILXr_Yk8G92npyfj8PE_v/s320/mat+pic+22.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidfM0TT_RqhzEhku6DzaLK8WoZ2JYhavNo6vo51p16TozpI5Ogvz-b6qTWnzmTbYn_f7mvSJB3XHvNf1KcMvzdKiKMe2djyPsTNv5t1NLYGxH0ka1pKFNxJnGxK4YADXsYU8wfjxM4jhZ1/s1600/mat+pic+21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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This picture describes our relationship perfectly.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7g1YSUlb6ll7r8daKspQ0xSIu1hGAnbf5Clm5J1TOCGq3-83ymF0yI0ORVjsdz3CptfwwETwTFKW4hpVE57xTKZw84SauVRc98LNsZJZXOyLi6asKit2FBRRQoARMak4bsSIHzO4PP2V/s1600/mat+pic+7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150756559357106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7g1YSUlb6ll7r8daKspQ0xSIu1hGAnbf5Clm5J1TOCGq3-83ymF0yI0ORVjsdz3CptfwwETwTFKW4hpVE57xTKZw84SauVRc98LNsZJZXOyLi6asKit2FBRRQoARMak4bsSIHzO4PP2V/s320/mat+pic+7.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoZaYSOdq8iHGwatMQGO_NkedpHL-ol8mrKif0fx89Flivu7DPlqiLUOt1ER8S0HuAf0qkAZJvOq9I9lFMVMke_Y2ZbODvErDmrqwWwMVvuI0wOXWBM1OC4EqeLyqocn6O8cQWP-P8JYt/s1600/mat+pic+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150758567342402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoZaYSOdq8iHGwatMQGO_NkedpHL-ol8mrKif0fx89Flivu7DPlqiLUOt1ER8S0HuAf0qkAZJvOq9I9lFMVMke_Y2ZbODvErDmrqwWwMVvuI0wOXWBM1OC4EqeLyqocn6O8cQWP-P8JYt/s320/mat+pic+3.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZO8IWpU1SLleECtZ6og6vEaJpjYJjWQZcpMnnm-Yru_QH9SHo6AdQK5TMsFv75h-amKP-iF5DAqHkxOHpdiIJV4mtN2fu8TqaZH0cDjOi_dk72r9cldeQ3qI42eE1pLIaVl0bnm9cM60/s1600/mat+pic+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150755362733026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZO8IWpU1SLleECtZ6og6vEaJpjYJjWQZcpMnnm-Yru_QH9SHo6AdQK5TMsFv75h-amKP-iF5DAqHkxOHpdiIJV4mtN2fu8TqaZH0cDjOi_dk72r9cldeQ3qI42eE1pLIaVl0bnm9cM60/s320/mat+pic+1.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div>This next group was a BONUS! Jodi and I have been best friends for over 10 years. God has blessed our friendship and put us together and held us together through some CRAZY times. We found out we were pregnant 2 days apart and told each other the same day. Our due dates were 2 days apart (completely unplanned) and our girls were born 2 days apart. We got to see each other in the hospital with our sweet babies as infants in the nursery. Before they were born we wanted to have a session with Christina Shippey (who is Jodi's sister-in-law) and capture our bellies together. Again, Christina did FABULOUS and these pictures were SO FUN for Jodi and I to take together. You can see all the pictures from the session at <a href="http://christinashippeyphotography.com/blog/?p=1040">http://christinashippeyphotography.com/blog/?p=1040</a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kLn4Rl9uHlMp0w09wz6miRmMvPuCWcHXUJeA0FbaIya_2MU4oH6ewlzQEAmLtKHstYqIeHe1OAx99bLVzmi2tDei0IPInWT31IJKFoYE7_OcEVcbSrAk5gC-E3Dks_rp73x_6TC07-WX/s1600/BFF+Pic+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150449841911714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kLn4Rl9uHlMp0w09wz6miRmMvPuCWcHXUJeA0FbaIya_2MU4oH6ewlzQEAmLtKHstYqIeHe1OAx99bLVzmi2tDei0IPInWT31IJKFoYE7_OcEVcbSrAk5gC-E3Dks_rp73x_6TC07-WX/s320/BFF+Pic+4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcPsD1UoWz60HPc084bA_fuLeJtariGDRoRyAUjaDvjRje8AiByFU_YMPQ4nOWDWyAWFdJEGRHmZI-uXTUpiTK1tUvUf9e29FYY9NXfjxufKj-cxt7ZXdJxZ19YOznClJUGTaDt5HkUsh/s1600/BFF+Pic+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150443255329154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcPsD1UoWz60HPc084bA_fuLeJtariGDRoRyAUjaDvjRje8AiByFU_YMPQ4nOWDWyAWFdJEGRHmZI-uXTUpiTK1tUvUf9e29FYY9NXfjxufKj-cxt7ZXdJxZ19YOznClJUGTaDt5HkUsh/s320/BFF+Pic+1.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMCDiAF0HUdLkdoyYApSuK2VChFdsmRFbPzIeleSG6U0okXN57K26_N5gUz4ihzJUpzoW1VcSU9meSg9-yaYEw61aPSb1STOHVD1r6qXanSEYdpacqgF49mnsbIM6xK1UevvQ3bAf1g25/s1600/BFF+Pic+9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150441641497874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMCDiAF0HUdLkdoyYApSuK2VChFdsmRFbPzIeleSG6U0okXN57K26_N5gUz4ihzJUpzoW1VcSU9meSg9-yaYEw61aPSb1STOHVD1r6qXanSEYdpacqgF49mnsbIM6xK1UevvQ3bAf1g25/s320/BFF+Pic+9.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5a_nOYMrW8i9T2Dld38hTQChGeISunCk_n7dZ5ZzGDdhmAZ8mP60aEUZfwTFMaDxiIbiGSrtshdScsSn669IzMHT2Vls1HlZmCdVP-c3Vo4R35-zBHF-VrisMKJGO4y86jY-mFoUlDSau/s1600/BFF+Pic+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150439652659906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5a_nOYMrW8i9T2Dld38hTQChGeISunCk_n7dZ5ZzGDdhmAZ8mP60aEUZfwTFMaDxiIbiGSrtshdScsSn669IzMHT2Vls1HlZmCdVP-c3Vo4R35-zBHF-VrisMKJGO4y86jY-mFoUlDSau/s320/BFF+Pic+3.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>AND...last but certainly not least. This is my last belly pic.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4Kf3v5znoH8tAOAjIjtuc_g9iIUBclib_wwsMcqjP7xJ6BWRZ_Zv2ob4XeAP_D7TydPzJF7W1UeakUwKpE0WlF_DpY5mnQC6nZsx36EdoipS3_XAUPwplMQuz66U9H5K3Qdl9Xs97wb5/s1600/7-17-11+-+38+weeks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634150436063905554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4Kf3v5znoH8tAOAjIjtuc_g9iIUBclib_wwsMcqjP7xJ6BWRZ_Zv2ob4XeAP_D7TydPzJF7W1UeakUwKpE0WlF_DpY5mnQC6nZsx36EdoipS3_XAUPwplMQuz66U9H5K3Qdl9Xs97wb5/s320/7-17-11+-+38+weeks.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>38 weeks - This was the snapshot we took right before we walked out of the house to go to the hospital. Sunday, July 17 at about 4:45 - Zolie was born 27 hours later and that belly was deflated...mostly ;) </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-83123078678628019812011-07-17T13:05:00.000-07:002011-07-17T14:04:07.282-07:00Gender Party - 2-25-2011<div>Because we waited until our second trimester to tell everyone we were expecting, it wasn't but a month later that we found out that our little bity was going to be a girl. I had seen a friend from high school had a gender party and when I told Tyler about it, he loved it too. We decided that was a perfect way for us to find out if our little bun in the oven was going to be tutus and recitals or basketballs and trucks. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At our BIG ultrasound we asked the sonographer to tell us anytime she was in the "nether regions" so we could look away. We were teasing each other that one of us would cheat, so we stared lovingly (haha) into each other's eyes the whole time so we would know for sure that we were being honest. She cut that picture out seperatley for us and sealed it in an envelope. Later that day I dropped the envelope off with my best friend, Jodi. She and her husband found out the next day if thier baby was a girl or boy also, so she had her secret to keep and mine for a few days. TORTURE! I knew she knew, she knew I she knew...it was crazy fun!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jodi called a baker friend of ours and explained the process and said to bake a cake and dye the cake itself either pink or blue and ice it completely white and write "It's a ?" on the cake. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We invited our families and some of our closest friends to dinner and had a VERY suspenseful meal waiting for dessert! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here are some pics of our night. It was SO fun! If anyone wants to find out the sex of their baby in a fun way, this is it!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoe1e2WXOCUOrDbaQuDrTVvM9TITZrC8RaSh7WzmXPBsHCkTdF5HYgxS_2ARSYJSJMhGZO3ubJfbRJ9Lsa-th5D-1P7lg1EOq8EaR9kca190N7GEJCZOvC2c1qQTZIc0pukW41cL8ittq/s1600/IMG_4506.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421750427013282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoe1e2WXOCUOrDbaQuDrTVvM9TITZrC8RaSh7WzmXPBsHCkTdF5HYgxS_2ARSYJSJMhGZO3ubJfbRJ9Lsa-th5D-1P7lg1EOq8EaR9kca190N7GEJCZOvC2c1qQTZIc0pukW41cL8ittq/s320/IMG_4506.JPG" /></a>My beautiful mom, Nonnie and I waiting for dinner...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMDuNboXsCZSC39gIA5Sgd3PgAzuUilxI_I42lpg830eKD8Sc_hl10MpBzKQzYtvcHUwPqpMUNRjZHwfnw_6OcmyweDyrbDY3eKbCLQqvG2_o43vvjLwXEET0cgc9UgV21UE5vQ2x80-X/s1600/IMG_4505.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421749096064946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnMDuNboXsCZSC39gIA5Sgd3PgAzuUilxI_I42lpg830eKD8Sc_hl10MpBzKQzYtvcHUwPqpMUNRjZHwfnw_6OcmyweDyrbDY3eKbCLQqvG2_o43vvjLwXEET0cgc9UgV21UE5vQ2x80-X/s320/IMG_4505.JPG" /></a><br />Mommy and Daddy waiting to find out!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxO2l_WVVMJxMG6nHz7g2DHVheraWqKVIUd6py0M7omgxyDWVjaoyjo8DCL4GnPV2eaPhNgReLILN0f9C6clDxvUUdLClqH1lS56SwuANqBpt4MZcWxlbcva0EyZJGnAB9jIMruUvGyt7X/s1600/IMG_4510.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421316534283266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxO2l_WVVMJxMG6nHz7g2DHVheraWqKVIUd6py0M7omgxyDWVjaoyjo8DCL4GnPV2eaPhNgReLILN0f9C6clDxvUUdLClqH1lS56SwuANqBpt4MZcWxlbcva0EyZJGnAB9jIMruUvGyt7X/s320/IMG_4510.JPG" /></a><br />Cutting into the cake! Funny moment...the baker (who is a friend from church) wanted to trick us, so she "accidently" dabbed a little blue icing on the bottom decorative part. Tyler took it out of the box and was saying "I see it, I know, I see it" before I even cut into it. I was yelling at him saying "No you don't, No you don't" because I wanted us to fin out at the exact same moment!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4elr_mxKJvXaIg_ksgzBLyNbM3Pcb5Spta0CA2diB66u6131aBr_f-ZUqwrVrdzx4Zeh24T2DxfFZGBCQ61nvXtFFy3AhrRaAWwQjQcPRcw9oWorSRoxYceFm_Lgx8EJQCHM8IykLK8q/s1600/IMG_4511.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421313518900850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-4elr_mxKJvXaIg_ksgzBLyNbM3Pcb5Spta0CA2diB66u6131aBr_f-ZUqwrVrdzx4Zeh24T2DxfFZGBCQ61nvXtFFy3AhrRaAWwQjQcPRcw9oWorSRoxYceFm_Lgx8EJQCHM8IykLK8q/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" /></a><br />We both were FULLY convinced it was a boy - so imagine our surprise! PINK! GIRL!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xOBFp6KlmzTyJdjg6NQIKEWhZHlRzlb0c-4VCaCWnI_NFS0wj07tKUr5hor8Ivf1SUzkQD72K2m5YzU0m94dnbmeFvIIFWbxnu2qi7n5mWGSo-yxhkesvqP0d8tasCrUkLNAyVqp0yPO/s1600/IMG_4513.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421307964701666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xOBFp6KlmzTyJdjg6NQIKEWhZHlRzlb0c-4VCaCWnI_NFS0wj07tKUr5hor8Ivf1SUzkQD72K2m5YzU0m94dnbmeFvIIFWbxnu2qi7n5mWGSo-yxhkesvqP0d8tasCrUkLNAyVqp0yPO/s320/IMG_4513.JPG" /></a><br />Pink cake for our sweet girl, Zolie Addison Rohr!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVt5jLKkOed-m4TRHSXhOeIaoMQ0X_hTFTl3hXAl1d0csIZZGI6KHtn8j0wQ-889VmmquTZ63oylIym8LYF4GMT5tcqhSn7RWeOsZIdWVOPYBXekAqvbCtZsYFABfVThBMzruXzgrAa8t/s1600/IMG_4523.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421305716363074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVt5jLKkOed-m4TRHSXhOeIaoMQ0X_hTFTl3hXAl1d0csIZZGI6KHtn8j0wQ-889VmmquTZ63oylIym8LYF4GMT5tcqhSn7RWeOsZIdWVOPYBXekAqvbCtZsYFABfVThBMzruXzgrAa8t/s320/IMG_4523.JPG" /></a> "My Daddy ROCKS!" - Yes, sweet girl, he does. Hard core. :)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7yGpOgTTFfXqed1hbd21NombpJRECl_MZYZtnoRx_uUrk9CcO5MiJWParybWHwmgz-f8XmT5RtQv2FzSfpoA4wYjNjJmtQiyUlHHIwgsZ07y_nfbR2cHjotQYTJLgWRGkrFO-vi3NXqH/s1600/IMG_4524.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630421300135849858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7yGpOgTTFfXqed1hbd21NombpJRECl_MZYZtnoRx_uUrk9CcO5MiJWParybWHwmgz-f8XmT5RtQv2FzSfpoA4wYjNjJmtQiyUlHHIwgsZ07y_nfbR2cHjotQYTJLgWRGkrFO-vi3NXqH/s320/IMG_4524.JPG" /></a> Everyone weating blue that thought Baby Rohr was going to be a little boy.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZY_FzY7ANeORUTJCYBsvJd2uvN_JFyphaVGhySpXDQqsC3NYbtNRBFteyy9VVuv4QISgUHJKR6fQ49DXhJIl0SVo52wqHWbJLBaOs5PQWobgSYTX8esSzJxB6eFX0Ik-RlY1BGc-8N1R5/s1600/IMG_4525.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630420363627526290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZY_FzY7ANeORUTJCYBsvJd2uvN_JFyphaVGhySpXDQqsC3NYbtNRBFteyy9VVuv4QISgUHJKR6fQ49DXhJIl0SVo52wqHWbJLBaOs5PQWobgSYTX8esSzJxB6eFX0Ik-RlY1BGc-8N1R5/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" /></a> The smarties of the party who guessed GIRL!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhID8dhRGatiER-IRlYwzJ2T-43VY-bsxWkahqNKSdbuVa71fzuKqVUNz8OwaQ3xNs2p6G_ls9X7A5H6C0PdflqppzfLaVj4u5WhUhPHx-J5cS76iPCpZO6S1A6QZgvmrqHhHkabFbIZAt1/s1600/IMG_4527.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630420354375174706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhID8dhRGatiER-IRlYwzJ2T-43VY-bsxWkahqNKSdbuVa71fzuKqVUNz8OwaQ3xNs2p6G_ls9X7A5H6C0PdflqppzfLaVj4u5WhUhPHx-J5cS76iPCpZO6S1A6QZgvmrqHhHkabFbIZAt1/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" /></a> Jodi and I letting our girls "play together" - our bumps have grown SO much since then!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-W6D-g9Tv6ZEkqW-PYNVuU7ZCG__ZxVbjqdEZmlXrMsp2wLYSRMzNwEO_Y8IHg1dHynyHT7l5tzksvauoekVgOlizhx40c0ig2bNrnjQJcbmECPD09tShKRpvlV65RRteoXNGjW0L26I/s1600/IMG_4530.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630420349978326242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-W6D-g9Tv6ZEkqW-PYNVuU7ZCG__ZxVbjqdEZmlXrMsp2wLYSRMzNwEO_Y8IHg1dHynyHT7l5tzksvauoekVgOlizhx40c0ig2bNrnjQJcbmECPD09tShKRpvlV65RRteoXNGjW0L26I/s320/IMG_4530.JPG" /></a> Grammy, Daddy, Mommy and Nonnie</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Rw1lYmB002NaSdEg0cgkvb7IGug2NiV0hPldxKet5I3yY8AyFNo0nqv9dTzQtpLjbjdVe8mSP841KUWXUjaz5ILtVJjdPRlg2uv_U4Lnd2YkBph9mFwHPD5g42U-pr07fwIXApaCs9Bs/s1600/IMG_4532.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630420346590346722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Rw1lYmB002NaSdEg0cgkvb7IGug2NiV0hPldxKet5I3yY8AyFNo0nqv9dTzQtpLjbjdVe8mSP841KUWXUjaz5ILtVJjdPRlg2uv_U4Lnd2YkBph9mFwHPD5g42U-pr07fwIXApaCs9Bs/s320/IMG_4532.JPG" /></a> Our sweet friend Hallie, her crazy hubs John couldn't make it - but their little boy Jack (who will be one of Zolie's boyfriends) came too!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMxniiyEqkYq3UWv3QRi-CHZFlbngpC-tV5Bq_rTahVcMTPHHBQVSHqrbRjW9mg9Hb0u5IGMptk_Y1Wy_duq-2Ig8Weds2tiYQeuW6qcEqa8HacIssUA9cOOVUBEC9L2gQTiloLhBFddq/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630420341035352066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMxniiyEqkYq3UWv3QRi-CHZFlbngpC-tV5Bq_rTahVcMTPHHBQVSHqrbRjW9mg9Hb0u5IGMptk_Y1Wy_duq-2Ig8Weds2tiYQeuW6qcEqa8HacIssUA9cOOVUBEC9L2gQTiloLhBFddq/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" /></a> My beautiful family - only missing Steven - was all able to make it! </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZzGBU6d2Mv79MW5U8gl-PG6hWDCvsA0FwyITSueOFHNlEz31tK5g4sqIkx-TWQ0baKK2DYtBtUZoteXxAnsRVqHoHIhS7R06pGztBHcTDszqYtSDppVMLDxXY8zQoj2QQ8dwc578e5sr/s1600/IMG_4542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416907614135986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZzGBU6d2Mv79MW5U8gl-PG6hWDCvsA0FwyITSueOFHNlEz31tK5g4sqIkx-TWQ0baKK2DYtBtUZoteXxAnsRVqHoHIhS7R06pGztBHcTDszqYtSDppVMLDxXY8zQoj2QQ8dwc578e5sr/s320/IMG_4542.JPG" /></a> Uncle Bubba and Aunt Mayra just recently moved close to us, so Zolie can see them anytime she wants!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALpKhO7aO2hTDFDSvnGLIJywwhyphenhyphen1o1M9akpXIqiikvpkcgyy3ZeJ44Il5CQzb98pnYEggvhZG9e50l3QtrqEYUxR_sWbOQGAy5ESdRXue1R3384FUE8aXHaxMSXzvZvWO4N5mQ1e7S8sl/s1600/IMG_4544.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416896544799138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALpKhO7aO2hTDFDSvnGLIJywwhyphenhyphen1o1M9akpXIqiikvpkcgyy3ZeJ44Il5CQzb98pnYEggvhZG9e50l3QtrqEYUxR_sWbOQGAy5ESdRXue1R3384FUE8aXHaxMSXzvZvWO4N5mQ1e7S8sl/s320/IMG_4544.JPG" /></a> Thank you Lord for my beautiful best friends!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7G4R1prWN4KkQmNgWp2xse_0j29vUlbyn2LfL1E_X9-RriMagcsKLgeSiaDr15LNl0YhSy_a-eXffkSYhvrQqxewqISqpVc7_X6pReVX5sEdTbSjcLmjC-vIUozgduPSO6mERcmsZorN/s1600/IMG_4546.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416895133236818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7G4R1prWN4KkQmNgWp2xse_0j29vUlbyn2LfL1E_X9-RriMagcsKLgeSiaDr15LNl0YhSy_a-eXffkSYhvrQqxewqISqpVc7_X6pReVX5sEdTbSjcLmjC-vIUozgduPSO6mERcmsZorN/s320/IMG_4546.JPG" /></a> Tomball Beauties! My momma and "Aunt" Betty!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHilVPAstFZhAulFMtHFZY8rjOQCbGY_Oze_TI6GuXD9l_UhfeepbLHNOChfD-9Rz4FuXBbDgtlkjg7jONSZbcqIJsWCy28rlgrqGpPy8bJhgYHfZXo4eiuYLnkA1yoMAr262Da_QMCHwC/s1600/IMG_4529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416888504999458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHilVPAstFZhAulFMtHFZY8rjOQCbGY_Oze_TI6GuXD9l_UhfeepbLHNOChfD-9Rz4FuXBbDgtlkjg7jONSZbcqIJsWCy28rlgrqGpPy8bJhgYHfZXo4eiuYLnkA1yoMAr262Da_QMCHwC/s320/IMG_4529.JPG" /></a> Sweet Aunt Nat Nat - the friend I've had the longest! :) Zolie will love you as much as I do!</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQe-_hx3-rv9XU93zmTRnN46OXOSaJx8DrD3b_GkgOFmbpFtoRegkJ6PFp7HQYiq1i-PlThXVQPztOM_vZXf_VOR54eb1PJS-1uo_ABRxuRg7nFR26b0YmRdRv5XtXb1CXzlQUJ7d-U2Qv/s1600/IMG_4549.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416887393661762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQe-_hx3-rv9XU93zmTRnN46OXOSaJx8DrD3b_GkgOFmbpFtoRegkJ6PFp7HQYiq1i-PlThXVQPztOM_vZXf_VOR54eb1PJS-1uo_ABRxuRg7nFR26b0YmRdRv5XtXb1CXzlQUJ7d-U2Qv/s320/IMG_4549.JPG" /></a>Aunt Kellis - I love you! Kellis was my roommate in college for several years - Zolie is gonna be spoiled by you, I just know it!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Spmg3SEmelclonpE-tMYq8USFvYFROnyRrMHDdZsyQdZ_NGfy4PCDXK5HG6dN8WvnOSGv-weMO8gb5a63jVYiams3maucUzXIPiAtOf39HLgHz95GEag1vUTOrYqE6GlhGAl6-yGNErW/s1600/IMG_4550.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416032855982306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Spmg3SEmelclonpE-tMYq8USFvYFROnyRrMHDdZsyQdZ_NGfy4PCDXK5HG6dN8WvnOSGv-weMO8gb5a63jVYiams3maucUzXIPiAtOf39HLgHz95GEag1vUTOrYqE6GlhGAl6-yGNErW/s320/IMG_4550.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>My AMAZING mentor, Lisa - or Nonnie Lisa as Zolie will call her!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pIvIhsrFH_lYA70mMUKlreCwrSlGOso3hwYSBoL1TP5ZkQgC2F98izOHk4d-FpqBQE3NoRxSqISJ9Sa-feXuWLIJpAqIGWFR_CkrVJfS2afwvjctyq2L2lEB7CixIZl5SGkUDrpvP-i6/s1600/IMG_4553.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416026216635442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pIvIhsrFH_lYA70mMUKlreCwrSlGOso3hwYSBoL1TP5ZkQgC2F98izOHk4d-FpqBQE3NoRxSqISJ9Sa-feXuWLIJpAqIGWFR_CkrVJfS2afwvjctyq2L2lEB7CixIZl5SGkUDrpvP-i6/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" /></a> Jodi and Bryan - their sweet Kirby WILL be Zolie's best friend - and their birthdays will be days apart - maybe even the same day!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JSrB5wOgPdzpi5RsTnCL5vjNdvSkFYDdI67a8cSYSFbPt6Wr0ljL_xNYmtemkgRWF8bbouVsOS3lvT-KgviLd4FqiM9RmnFYxoCH32evGqjDfqWRytugp2Fb7A2I_el-PcqIY-zTlk2U/s1600/IMG_4559.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416019959187602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JSrB5wOgPdzpi5RsTnCL5vjNdvSkFYDdI67a8cSYSFbPt6Wr0ljL_xNYmtemkgRWF8bbouVsOS3lvT-KgviLd4FqiM9RmnFYxoCH32evGqjDfqWRytugp2Fb7A2I_el-PcqIY-zTlk2U/s320/IMG_4559.JPG" /></a> Kelley and Heidi - they are expecting a little one in February! Tyler and I should be pros by then to teach them the ropes, right?!?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8K2Dp5COAlUL_zJ9MhxL11rv9Xx56eeXgY3pqvbjDLeAdVff4AHAHT-pexaeJ-3r4u-I2UpX5lg80asHvylEK3ow9ePNDfty5lIgqb3pfxn-5xqpADj6b7FMFDmymlgu835tur8GyKPv/s1600/IMG_4560.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416011014538850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8K2Dp5COAlUL_zJ9MhxL11rv9Xx56eeXgY3pqvbjDLeAdVff4AHAHT-pexaeJ-3r4u-I2UpX5lg80asHvylEK3ow9ePNDfty5lIgqb3pfxn-5xqpADj6b7FMFDmymlgu835tur8GyKPv/s320/IMG_4560.JPG" /></a> Katy and Erich - Tyler's best friends from high school that we don't spend nearly enough time with, but ALWAYS have fun!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uyGLOgvD8G-vP3lOCOE5RUUpeXrE2j5Lj0IpHRvJytgyb9qDcSAArzxinF2Wgc3jdZgG1Op8KTN9pQ2kFLFicH4JcVRH_js0we3Mtrjw9z_1u3L_asHwAQsXdP0rmOVbFZWyJg63wLxC/s1600/IMG_4561.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630416002946451490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uyGLOgvD8G-vP3lOCOE5RUUpeXrE2j5Lj0IpHRvJytgyb9qDcSAArzxinF2Wgc3jdZgG1Op8KTN9pQ2kFLFicH4JcVRH_js0we3Mtrjw9z_1u3L_asHwAQsXdP0rmOVbFZWyJg63wLxC/s320/IMG_4561.JPG" /></a> Jantie and Buddy - they live too far away! But, We love them just the same and can't wait for them to make Zolie laugh as hard as they make us laugh!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>SOOO - Gender Party = AWESOME SUCCESS! It really was one of my (and Tyler's) favorite memories we've made in our marriage. We loved it. Thank you friends and family for making it so special and finding out the surprise of our little girl with us!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was going to blog my entire pregnancy today - but it is NOW TIME to go the hospital! We start the induction early in the morning. So I must go for now. I will continue to blog the rest of our pregnancy, but it will be after she gets here!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Send prayers and thoughts and love our way - we are on our way!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-16758725831990576432011-07-17T12:35:00.001-07:002011-07-17T13:05:18.148-07:00Baby Rohr is coming...TOMORROW!<div align="center"><br />I have not blogged since the day I posted that we were pregnant. WOW - way too long! Tomorrow I go to the hospital to be induced so our little one will be here! And I have SO many emotions (but we will save that for another blog...) So MUCH has happened since then! I am going to blog one thing at a time. Anyone who has facebook has seen most, if not all, of these pictures and events. But, for those who don't facebook - here we go! Ultrasound Pictures!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk320Zpo3fvZ1Nqcj-SghVOlHzHltz5vSV5332rz1Kz1ukJzggV8AOty-xy0_11EGHA7bIUZ9qkiyME5iGYSXP1G7Tw86XyB-doZXpB63VDFVDW7FyTgS2B-DLH6LAz-xYsrf5t-uOt94-/s1600/Baby+Rohr+7w+2d.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408102069713554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk320Zpo3fvZ1Nqcj-SghVOlHzHltz5vSV5332rz1Kz1ukJzggV8AOty-xy0_11EGHA7bIUZ9qkiyME5iGYSXP1G7Tw86XyB-doZXpB63VDFVDW7FyTgS2B-DLH6LAz-xYsrf5t-uOt94-/s320/Baby+Rohr+7w+2d.jpeg" /></a> Our very first ultrasound picture of our little one - 7 weeks and 2 days - 12-10-2010</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6mJfYELrl9JKWfmdBa9H79cAy0XjlkH3r-X9i0-2TIozx_LqcZHpr6qtTay_BBEQ8NdivxSYOZAwkdDxvqA6Rx42JglDZv-JwLzn3t6MZ83ZFJjqeK8vuFkUJHRF8abI7Lz4jcwNIR3v/s1600/Baby+Rohr+8w+2d.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408098569735010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6mJfYELrl9JKWfmdBa9H79cAy0XjlkH3r-X9i0-2TIozx_LqcZHpr6qtTay_BBEQ8NdivxSYOZAwkdDxvqA6Rx42JglDZv-JwLzn3t6MZ83ZFJjqeK8vuFkUJHRF8abI7Lz4jcwNIR3v/s320/Baby+Rohr+8w+2d.jpeg" /></a> Next week - the size of a raspberry! - 8 weeks and 2 days - 12-17-2010<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkZMDkugTu65l5bMXefzl2xV0D3RmwszjpMBqigRxfUFFrnAzMji_5pCf821fcybIlvKgr7Y6GDpV8e7fazngCOhy_-cdEZrvbsnjelfkzLEZR7TPwH_Iv6cT-ZWgEaazeh0NtPbOVRNJ/s1600/Baby+Rohr+9w+6d.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408095800806594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkZMDkugTu65l5bMXefzl2xV0D3RmwszjpMBqigRxfUFFrnAzMji_5pCf821fcybIlvKgr7Y6GDpV8e7fazngCOhy_-cdEZrvbsnjelfkzLEZR7TPwH_Iv6cT-ZWgEaazeh0NtPbOVRNJ/s320/Baby+Rohr+9w+6d.jpeg" /></a> Mom and Dad get a gummy bear for Christmas - 9 weeks and 9 days - 12-26-2010<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtig2SX2gWXLQc0K5yj9JZIRT6oNWu76I82ncjBrmqbBvMei2K7DyflXHCx_KCIVX3ghNRBv4LU42mjFAmn4ZDw0AIrqSFn9_F0mGojsMkcYrKhVFNOKaMq_3AGqpaS4dX4Uqovz0rW4sP/s1600/Baby+Rohr+12w+profile.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408089188434386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtig2SX2gWXLQc0K5yj9JZIRT6oNWu76I82ncjBrmqbBvMei2K7DyflXHCx_KCIVX3ghNRBv4LU42mjFAmn4ZDw0AIrqSFn9_F0mGojsMkcYrKhVFNOKaMq_3AGqpaS4dX4Uqovz0rW4sP/s320/Baby+Rohr+12w+profile.jpeg" /></a> Baby Rohr's first human profile - just a few days before we announced to the world of our pregnancy! - 12 weeks - 1-12-2010</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The next five pictures are from our BIG ultrasound on February 22 (17 weeks and 6 days). It was SO FUN! But, when it came time to see if our teeny-tiny was a boy or girl we looked away. We had the sonographer cut that picture out seperately and not tell us what it said. Later that week we had a Gender Party (pics and blog about that later ;)) where we found out with our family and some friends that our little miracle is a GIRL!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabGEEClp1xYe7u_SD4k28eknZlPOUEIcYon4gERgXv2cymzwKgjNoFuGpvdlyTI4c08B12VDCA3kYc9KyPhWoyPKyBsFV1XG_73mA2h10ykBxfNNNxOfzg4bGGHV_bxkIjDej5CW45EAJ/s1600/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Foot.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407896734372706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabGEEClp1xYe7u_SD4k28eknZlPOUEIcYon4gERgXv2cymzwKgjNoFuGpvdlyTI4c08B12VDCA3kYc9KyPhWoyPKyBsFV1XG_73mA2h10ykBxfNNNxOfzg4bGGHV_bxkIjDej5CW45EAJ/s320/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Foot.jpeg" /></a>Her perfect little foot!<br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407892611175938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2BhyuYWxzHRKluGR7ZMJeepS0XMpGXLI2lfWonEdkIywAVvUeCn7BYBiyQvInB-ayK9-7lOJQ7PNtEaIaXE_2fjCK_iJVOBtQ6MHKUdZpdeCRrGxwkvGj-SnhGSVc5rpju-G6ymeb_Jzr/s320/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+GIRL.jpeg" /></div><br /><div>The circled area was the proof - GIRLY GIRL! No worries friends, I have had about 6-7 ultrasounds since then, she is STILL a girl, there were no hiding apendages in this pic! :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rdAkfNc4Ja7Yuo1jj62zh-IQUbQo9dHMbg6XKtN0KxExiiYcsw4b23JmW8n2KDQ4SWHxwlyK4UY1lezA-nAsqNF_OXI-GA7HAB_YNqrTeibQXaEOvnYTuwHFIh_mKHRXOcJ4taSWp8tT/s1600/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Leg+Bone.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407880073402434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rdAkfNc4Ja7Yuo1jj62zh-IQUbQo9dHMbg6XKtN0KxExiiYcsw4b23JmW8n2KDQ4SWHxwlyK4UY1lezA-nAsqNF_OXI-GA7HAB_YNqrTeibQXaEOvnYTuwHFIh_mKHRXOcJ4taSWp8tT/s320/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Leg+Bone.jpeg" /></a> Her long legs! She get's those from her daddy! Perfect for dancing and swimming and chasing Miss Ava.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrytP3ntoFr0ET5J7xTPDDQVDWb4-tcZYNGHw5b2nHiYSihPhHR90fio4LH1EQNOAovSZSS3E53TBtCV6FCi3Td1tKTjw1HcifNU9V-C71g3773RWEKTgPzSPV__JjonjrN1yi2U7f75X/s1600/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Profile+and+Backbone.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407875912656242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrytP3ntoFr0ET5J7xTPDDQVDWb4-tcZYNGHw5b2nHiYSihPhHR90fio4LH1EQNOAovSZSS3E53TBtCV6FCi3Td1tKTjw1HcifNU9V-C71g3773RWEKTgPzSPV__JjonjrN1yi2U7f75X/s320/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Profile+and+Backbone.jpeg" /></a> Her beautiful profile and backbone all curled up and comfy!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmto-q-qSyukJBzXNPJW1y5tytLK0W82mrC8jEQgcE48RhsCQgjRckCTvDCYHQahbqnexZ57RGhby-7-DMfzzNxq5BxzWDX4JHoMtzOmvUYDPC2UeJXVQcJ9lm6r8o8H85F2hDdjewAfu/s1600/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Waving+Hand.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407677851552850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmto-q-qSyukJBzXNPJW1y5tytLK0W82mrC8jEQgcE48RhsCQgjRckCTvDCYHQahbqnexZ57RGhby-7-DMfzzNxq5BxzWDX4JHoMtzOmvUYDPC2UeJXVQcJ9lm6r8o8H85F2hDdjewAfu/s320/Baby+Rohr+17w+6d+Waving+Hand.jpeg" /></a>Tiny hands waving HI to everyone! She can't wait to meet you! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The next 4 are from our March 18th appointment (21 weeks and 2 days). These were the times I was grateful for being high risk because I got to see my little girl so often! Not all moms and dads get the luxury of so many ultrasounds - most people only get ONE, I can't imagine!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic11x0q0vnj7YmfjUJ4FuJDENplU2WdM3BN3epZoRPqtiMjJcZiu0Fd9YV6-nvT3eur84-XVybVfhaDFEmb-YFE_5UpSK5bNvphcu2FL0s5nt-KFt1bVFacnVo7buANPRTOQpZPHegK-SS/s1600/Baby+Rohr+21w+2d+Arm.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407674188101026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic11x0q0vnj7YmfjUJ4FuJDENplU2WdM3BN3epZoRPqtiMjJcZiu0Fd9YV6-nvT3eur84-XVybVfhaDFEmb-YFE_5UpSK5bNvphcu2FL0s5nt-KFt1bVFacnVo7buANPRTOQpZPHegK-SS/s320/Baby+Rohr+21w+2d+Arm.jpeg" /></a> Precious little arm bones holding up a sweet face, she was thinking about us as much as we were thinking about her!</div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3D_AANLwKNT1iBUdQB2rcht5DZT5rALcy8n5UT-tH5ttJP1nuDh_04JwoUcKR2q7TcYvq61X8LiWxdNPWSPpwDUs0-jHWJcnF1tELBPA6_UlsxtLTWrR3AgrOU7QbFFUlQ3T6cDl72vq/s1600/Baby+Rohr+21w+2d+Face.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407663287543346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3D_AANLwKNT1iBUdQB2rcht5DZT5rALcy8n5UT-tH5ttJP1nuDh_04JwoUcKR2q7TcYvq61X8LiWxdNPWSPpwDUs0-jHWJcnF1tELBPA6_UlsxtLTWrR3AgrOU7QbFFUlQ3T6cDl72vq/s320/Baby+Rohr+21w+2d+Face.jpeg" /></a> Sort of a scary picture - but you can see her perfect little skull. </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvv4TZ52E0BhwvimDrxTo2aFSqodtQCiy2JegzIBjFgKyHXfOFhAtMd98Nyh_PZ58M76aozBVVy0mqVX37TzkwqSnRklKIYIT5jVKAMHE_xi1TUgKd4rF9KEzrg9fcJwa1T9zIcg0NSeHc/s1600/Baby+Rohr+21w+2d+Leg.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407663791166818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvv4TZ52E0BhwvimDrxTo2aFSqodtQCiy2JegzIBjFgKyHXfOFhAtMd98Nyh_PZ58M76aozBVVy0mqVX37TzkwqSnRklKIYIT5jVKAMHE_xi1TUgKd4rF9KEzrg9fcJwa1T9zIcg0NSeHc/s320/Baby+Rohr+21w+2d+Leg.jpeg" /></a> There are those long legs again - always measuring at least a week ahead of average schedule!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A month later on April 20 (26 weeks) we got to see her again! The next 3 are from that day.</div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16hXm8qOi2VV5xZu2wUcX5jdtitkgqzP9rFY9U6VH2VBhrbO0eRLFr0AtLJTgvW351XP7KPWugyMxROhAti0kotWQ532782hoSF31zBsC1wtSM9DzQ2ESQCmcOPS7pus2v98171D3OAcy/s1600/Baby+Rohr+26w+Fingers.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407451051631730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16hXm8qOi2VV5xZu2wUcX5jdtitkgqzP9rFY9U6VH2VBhrbO0eRLFr0AtLJTgvW351XP7KPWugyMxROhAti0kotWQ532782hoSF31zBsC1wtSM9DzQ2ESQCmcOPS7pus2v98171D3OAcy/s320/Baby+Rohr+26w+Fingers.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24h5Iu5xgp3C-23PuEK1vlENW9eHIAbW0rdD47MNsNjAiOCILhbUXvzL9RutDITJesgnxubFf3zsahwbkbQXrugAFXRtdNoJaO-n4fbcAi7M57chjW_wuytEoFwzQbMFiGxD3FEnTgXZF/s1600/Baby+Rohr+26w+Profile.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407443695485874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24h5Iu5xgp3C-23PuEK1vlENW9eHIAbW0rdD47MNsNjAiOCILhbUXvzL9RutDITJesgnxubFf3zsahwbkbQXrugAFXRtdNoJaO-n4fbcAi7M57chjW_wuytEoFwzQbMFiGxD3FEnTgXZF/s320/Baby+Rohr+26w+Profile.jpeg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_K8BwQldxr0OChDuXSCCod1xY6OzFFoSuZDd9Cxg2ENOJutGh9LgVORwsyw72Rg7eOiaVbRRITaNywHPg7UWMr1XhTFiGGFpOXtPNCYMHlHgY_igg-2U1aw3qjt0qK4E4UJ5ZvsICgPIm/s1600/Baby+Rohr+26w+Sweet+Face.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407444493668466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_K8BwQldxr0OChDuXSCCod1xY6OzFFoSuZDd9Cxg2ENOJutGh9LgVORwsyw72Rg7eOiaVbRRITaNywHPg7UWMr1XhTFiGGFpOXtPNCYMHlHgY_igg-2U1aw3qjt0qK4E4UJ5ZvsICgPIm/s320/Baby+Rohr+26w+Sweet+Face.jpeg" /></a>Look at the gorgeous face! Already posing for the camera!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These last 2 are from May 18 (30 weeks) where she was measuring 3 pounds and 5 ounces. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_VuaL78uRfoGivZ_DmElP4qwRhK3m8jTDHF5XZ8GX_IXgbCZwijri2zNC96yf7miW-unoOnVnRWlUiRVIRpUN-it0uNUyZOdnkJVc60UAdKi2oJIDUAN2Oia0CX5AJoKOdAX-PtprMLJ/s1600/Baby+Rohr+30w+Foot.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407435283879698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_VuaL78uRfoGivZ_DmElP4qwRhK3m8jTDHF5XZ8GX_IXgbCZwijri2zNC96yf7miW-unoOnVnRWlUiRVIRpUN-it0uNUyZOdnkJVc60UAdKi2oJIDUAN2Oia0CX5AJoKOdAX-PtprMLJ/s320/Baby+Rohr+30w+Foot.jpeg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wNmt_4hyk1DaonH8eAE1Xnhkhza86GziAP_A5V1g3G6weuJgfmkeTo10fEXTQ71CYcwx_3SRHmBIjj5l2yB-KpYzw5lspypOQ2w9Xs5fkDePB8G9Y35i6qDe1o8gYJBx16wMdJ8FlmNw/s1600/Baby+Rohr+30w+Smiling+Face.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630407433659974114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wNmt_4hyk1DaonH8eAE1Xnhkhza86GziAP_A5V1g3G6weuJgfmkeTo10fEXTQ71CYcwx_3SRHmBIjj5l2yB-KpYzw5lspypOQ2w9Xs5fkDePB8G9Y35i6qDe1o8gYJBx16wMdJ8FlmNw/s320/Baby+Rohr+30w+Smiling+Face.jpeg" /></a> I can't wait to meet those squishable, kissable, loveable cheeks tomorrow!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This was the point where I was dismissed from seeing my high-risk doctor for the intensive ultrasounds. We still got an ultrasound every week from my OB/GYN then until now, but on a machine that wasn't as fancy or clear, so the pictures aren't as good. So, you'll just have to wait for the pics of the REAL girl! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I can't believe that she is going to be here tomorrow (assuming my body takes to the medicine correctly)...I am so excited I can't even find words to explain. Looking back at these it is amazing to me that God has crafted her from a single tiny cell and grown her completely inside of my body. As I look down and see her knees and elbows and feet almost poking through my skin I am still amazed and get giddy about her movement inside of me. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I PRAISE HIM for her, because she is "fearfully and wonderfully made" and He loved her before she was even in my womb. So did we, precious baby, so did we.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Moving on to the next blog...Gender Party! :)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-58689548065678495192011-01-17T16:44:00.000-08:002011-01-17T17:44:35.036-08:00My BlessingsI have been blessed with many things. I praise the Lord for what He has given me, none of which I deserve. I will never be worthy or good enough to earn all that He has given me. <br /><br />I, like everyone, have had some hard times. 2010 was a particularly hard year for me. Satan tried to hide my blessings from me. He tried to take my pain and blow it up so big that I was blinded to the good things I had. He is my enemy and he knows how to wage war with my mind. <br /><br />Too bad for him! God gave me a husband, and a mother, and in-laws, and siblings, and gorgeous friends, and life groupies, and a mentor that remind me every day of what I DO have. He gave me a church family and co-workers and even brief aquaintances that have smiled and encouraged me. They all have taken time to remind me that God has a purpose and a plan for my life. That God wants me to find joy and peace in His arms and look to Him rather than myself for strength. They prayed for me and with me and over me. For all the things I needed (and still need) prayers for. I am so blessed.<br /><br />I could list my blessings for days, but I mostly am excited and thrilled and anxious to share one particular blessing with you.<br /><br />The Lord answered all those prayers. Tyler and I are going to have a baby in July! We have waited so long to tell everyone and I want to scream with joy! I have wanted to tell people for sooo long!! We are farther than we have been with our previous pregnancies and are now into the 2nd trimester, which is considered in the "safe zone." We have been itching with excitement to tell people that their prayers and ours have been answered. YEA!<br /><br />There are some perks to being high risk, one is that we get an ultra-sound every week. We have been watching our sweet baby grow each week in pictures since 6 weeks and we are now almost 13! All the way from a tiny little sesame seed to now, a large peach! My perfect little peach!! Each time we have gone in, the doctors have measured size and length and listened to the heartbeat and each time they have said that EVERYTHING looks perfect! We smile and laugh and giggle at how this baby wiggles and jumps and kicks all over the screen. Tyler holds my hand and grins at me when we hear the heartbeat. He squeezes my hand when they say that everything is measuring just right or looking good or right on track. It makes my heart swell. I am SO blessed. <br /><br />We have been doing the shots, just as planned. Each night Tyler gets my medicine and gives me my injections like a professional. He is awesome. I have had to do them on my own a few times and I am NOT a champ about it, but I do it because they are helping my body to have a healthy pregnancy. I have had to do them in some wierd places, too. The bathroom at Kyle Field during the 4th quarter of that fabulous Nebraska game. Parking lot of Reed Arena after a Fightin' Texas Aggie Basketball game. Family restroom (with Tyler, imagine what people thought of us going in there together ;)...) at Cowboys Stadium the night Pearland won the State Championship. Restaurants, friend's houses, you name it! I am so sneaky! And you had NO idea!<br /><br />YES - I have been SO sick. Morning sickness? Yeah, right!! For me it has been 24 hours a day sickness. Just within the past 5-6 days I am finally back to normal. I thought my taste-buds were dead forever! They are back! So is my appetite and my ability to hold down my food, YEA!! It was worth it though. Each time I felt sick I thought about the purpose and it made it okay. If the good Lord needed me to be sick to make a healthy baby, then sick I would (and will) be.<br /><br />I am so happy to share this with you, finally! We have known since before Thanksgiving and it has been SO hard keeping it from you, but at the same time we still had those fears. Tyler has always been better than me about being hopeful for the best. I have had, and still have fear. I just pray that God will protect this baby and grow him or her (I think it's a him, but what do I know?) healthy and strong and perfect. That we will have ZERO problems or complications beyond those that we have already worked through. I pray for perfection. God has already blessed me with this miracle and I pray that He would continue to protect and grow this precious sweet baby in me. I say prayers of thanks over and over and over. I am glad God loves hearing our prayers and praises because I am giving Him LOTS!<br /><br />I promise to post ultra-sound pictures soon. As soon as I scan them. We have lots :) I am not showing at all yet, but will post those as they start coming, I am excited for that part, too! <br /><br />I thank my Sweet Jesus for giving me above and beyond all that I could ask for or imagine. We can't thank you, our friends and families enough for the prayers and encouragement and love. We are so blessed. So very blessed.Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-32073341857568379452010-10-31T18:12:00.000-07:002010-10-31T18:51:28.756-07:003 Months in 3 Minutes or LessIt is hard to know how much of your life to divulge to everyone. But, I kind of feel that I have already poured my soul out on here, so why not...<br /><br />Since my last post, alot of life has been happening. I started back to work-school in August and have been going 100 miles an hour since. My students, planning for classes, church, bible study, and fun stuff have kept us super busy.<br /><br />In the midst of all that fun, and not fun stuff we have been going to doctors. LOTS of doctors. We did decide to go see a Genetic Specialist, who recommended that we see a Reproductive Endocrinologist (a more invasive baby making doctor), and since results have come back from that we are now getting ready to see a Hemotologist. Whew...it has been kind of crazy, to say the least.<br /><br />In all this testing and blood work (it is amazing how much blood I can give in one day) these excellent doctors have discovered that Tyler and I are both healthy, able to concieve (duh, we did that twice) and have no major fertility issues. Thank you Lord! So, it wasn't a getting pregnant problem, it was a staying pregnant problem. <br /><br />They finally discovered that I have not one, but two blood clotting disorders that lead to recurring miscarraiges if untreated. Some women go through 5-6 miscarriages before they figure this out and I am SO glad that we got it nailed down now and can begin treatment! I have Factor 5, Leiden's and a Protein C Deficiency. Both are genetic traits that I inherited from one of my parents. Basically my blood is more prone to clotting and when I was pregnant my body thought something was wrong and began clotting rather than giving the right amount of blood and nutrients to the babies. It kills me that my body was fighting off exactly what my head and my heart and my husband wanted so badly. I wish I would've known before we ever began trying.<br /><br />Luckily, treatment is pretty simple. We have the go ahead from ALL involved doctors to begin trying again when we are ready. Once I become pregnant I will immediatly begin taking daily anti-coagulant (blood thinner) injections. That's right folks, I get to give myself shots every day!! Yuck...I am not excited about that, but the outcome will be worth it! We had injection training a few weeks ago and it seems simple enough, but I guess I won't know for sure if I can do it until I do it. Tyler might have to take the reigns on this! I will continue the shots throughout pregnancy and stop taking them once I deliver. Anytime I become pregnant I will take them. And believe me, I used to want 4 kids - but after this, I want as many as God will give me! <br /><br />I am also on low dose aspirin to keep my blood thin and will likely take that for the rest of my life. No biggie - just like another vitamin. I need the aspirin so that I won't develop random blood clots. That is why we are going to the Hematologist soon. Because I have 2 blood clotting disorders. Only about 1 in every 75-100 people have Factor 5 and only about 1 in every 400-500 people have Protein C Deficiency. So, in case you didn't already know, I am VERY special! :) They said that both of these could result in clotting problems during or after surgeries, long flights or anytime I am immobile for long periods of time - but probably none of those will be issues until later in life. And with the right treatment and medications, maybe never a problem.<br /><br />And...now you know. That is the craziness of our lives lately. We still could use prayers because, while I would like to say I am fine, I am not fine. I have a few bad days every now and then. I still have awkward situations at church, work and pretty much anywhere. People who don't know ask why we don't have children yet. We smile and say that we are waiting for God's timing. Some people understand and change the subject. Others are a little more dense and keep pushing. Sometimes I just want to yell at them to stop being insensitive and rude, that it is none of their business. But, I don't. My momma raised me to smile and be kind, so I am. I just bite my tongue and deal with the rediculous questions until I can find a way of escape. And as I thought I would, here I go divulging too much! Forgive me, please.<br /><br />I promise to let you know when we are pregnant. Please don't ask me. In fact, if you know ANYONE who is going through a struggle like mine, they probably don't want you to ask them either. Their mommas raised them to smile and be kind, also. It most likely hurts their heart the same way it hurts mine. <br /><br />I really, really do thank you for your prayers and encouragement. Tyler and I don't know how we would get through this without the loving, comfort of our friends, family and our Lord. We know that all of you and, most importantly, Him want the very best for us.Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-74685223567870880742010-07-24T12:28:00.000-07:002010-07-24T13:36:19.393-07:00HealingThank you EVERYONE for your prayers and sweet words and encouragement. <br /><br />I was very nervous to let everyone know what had happened to us, but I have noticed that healing this time around has been different and seems better than in March. I don't know if I can say "better" but I can say different in a positive way. We have been called, texted, emailed, hugged on, loved on, prayed for and encouraged by so many people. <br /><br />The only times that I have felt awkward are the times people didn't know and I had to explain what happened. They feel terrible for asking, they think I hate them for even asking, they don't know what to say or how to react for fear of making me cry or become upset, it is all around uncomfortable. I know that there will be more of those encounters. Each time it happens I get a little better about handling it and a little better about dealing with it emotionally afterwards.<br /><br />This past week I went to Panama City Beach, Florida with the youth group from our church. Tyler wasn't able to go and I almost didn't go myself because of our recent circumstances. Bryan, the youth pastor (who is one of our best friends) called me and told me he completely understood if I didn't want to go and it would be ok. My very wonderful, sweet friend Heidi was also going as a counselor and she has been by my side through both miscarriages. I knew that without Tyler there it would be really tough, but I didn't feel pressured to go (thank you so much Bryan) and I knew that Heidi would be there if I really needed her physically or emotionally to hold me up. So, I went. And, she did. The ride up there on the bus was the hardest part. She comforted me while I cried and loved on me like best friends do. Thank you Lord for Heidi and thank you Heidi for being there. <br /><br />Going to the camp was probably the best decision of the summer. I was really worried about becoming so emotional during messages and worship that I would have to leave. But the good Lord held me up, quite well, of course (how could I ever doubt that He would?) It was wonderful to serve and love on and minister to the students and let them do the same for me. <br /><br />I was placed in a room of 8 preciously sweet, almost 9th grade girls who didn't keep me up all night, kept the room clean and were so wonderful (thank you Sabrina, Lyric, Aimee, Jessica, Diana, Mariah, Katelyn and Corina)! I shared these 8 girls with 2 beautiful other counselors, Megan and Biz. They are both young and energetic and strong in their faith and just beam with love and joy, all the best qualities of someone to lead young girls to the Lord. They were sweet and didn't push me to talk about anything until I was ready. They spoke truth and love into the 9th grade girls during small group time and saw 2 of these young ladies give their life to Christ this week, AMEN! <br /><br />I was assigned a small group of girls with another leader, Stephany, who was a perfect match for me. She and I really got opportunities to speak to the hearts of the girls in our group through experience and scripture. They also spoke to me by being open, honest and vulnerable to allow the Lord to move them. Thanks Nikki, Brittany, Olivia, Victoria, Kacie, Hailey and Hannah, you are such beautiful girls! God moved and shook their lives through the week and it was amazing to witness and 1 of them got saved, too! Stephany and I were able to spend some one-on-one time together talking about things going on in our lives and she listened without judgement or shock and prayed with me and shared encouragement with me. She is young, but so wise and so beautiful, inside and out.<br /><br />Also, my best friend from high school, Natalie was there at the same time with her church. We got to see each other a few times every day and each night we got to visit for about 15 minutes to talk about what God was doing with our students and she was checking in on how I was doing. I love her, and have for almost 13 years. Thank you Nat, you are and have alwasy been a beautiful, wonderful friend.<br /><br />There were so many other people at camp, leaders and students that were amazing and I would be listing names all day to say thanks to everyone. So, everyone, THANK YOU! I loved watching these fantastic students open their hearts to the love that God has for them. I loved working with such amazing volunteers, musicians and leaders to bring these kids closer to Christ and to help bring salvation to MANY students! It was an incredible week, indescribable, actually.<br /><br />It was hard being away from Tyler and I wish that we could have gone together, but at the same time, it would have been a very different experience if he were there. I would have leaned on him and talked to him instead of growing close to others and letting God really heal me. It was a glorious homecoming and he was so happy that I had such a great, healing time.<br /><br />So, as I said we would, we have taken one day at a time. It has been a good method, because every day is a little easier than the day before. We still have to think more, pray more about and decide our next step. Thankfully, we don't have to decide immediately, we call the shots on timing. I am so thankful that Tyler encouraged me to go to camp and so glad that Bryan didn't pressure me. I am so happy that I went, I really feel like a did 2 months worth of healing time in less than a week. I have so much to be thankful for, and I love my sweet Jesus for blessing me with so much.Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-59562848756376495982010-07-09T09:12:00.000-07:002010-07-09T09:16:32.599-07:00A Call to Prayer<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">I will try to be brief, but I want people to know what is going on.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">I am going through the hardest time of my life and I need a lot of prayers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I cannot express in words all the emotions that I am feeling or the depth of my pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Many people didn’t know this, but at the end of February, Tyler and I found out we were going to have a baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had prayed and planned and yearned to have a child and we were joyous and celebrated for 4 days before I had a miscarriage on March 2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We didn’t and still don’t understand why, and we probably never will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But, we mourned and grieved and took comfort in the fact that we will get see our baby in heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were thankful that our families and friends lifted us up in prayer and cried with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Exactly 3 months later, on June 2, we found out that we were pregnant again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At one of our early appointments we were told by an ultrasound technician that we were not as far along as we originally thought, that the sonogram was showing a 6 week baby at the time that we thought we should have an 8 week baby. But, we saw a teeny tiny little baby and we got to see the heart beating, so we were thrilled and fell completely in love with this tiny life. They asked for us to come in again a week later so we could hear the heart beat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In our excitement, we told everyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Everyone in our family, everyone we work with, go to church with, and everyone else we used to know or even barely know (thanks to facebook).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Yesterday, July 8, we went in for that ultrasound and met with the Dr.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She said that she had some concerns about the size of the baby from the ultrasound pictures that the tech took because we should have been 8 weeks and the sonogram showed 6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When she turned on the machine she saw that there was no growth from the previous ultrasound, which was 10 days earlier, she also could not find a heartbeat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She said that we were probably 9 ½ weeks along, but the baby just had not grown correctly and was no longer living.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, now this baby is in heaven playing with our first that we lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Tyler and I are broken beyond words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We cannot understand why we had not one, but two babies taken from us before we got to meet them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Everyone said after the first miscarriage that “it is very common” and “it wasn’t anything you did or didn’t do” and “you got pregnant once, you can do it again soon.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Now, people don’t know what to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They say they are praying and they offer their most loving words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And, I guess that is all we need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We don’t even know what words we want to hear or need to hear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We don’t know why or how this happened. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It really seems impossible to me and I can’t make sense of it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We both come from large, fertile families where there were never problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We are surrounded by beautiful friends with perfect babies and a few amazing friends who understand our heartache all too well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">We are thankful for all the people in our lives who love us and are crying with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We are thankful for each other and that God has so clearly and divinely matched us up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There is no other man in the world I would want to spend my days and nights and laughs and cries with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Tyler is so strong and good to me, better than I deserve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He says sweet, kind things to me and tells me of his love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When he knows that words aren’t what I need, he just loves me and is sitting there, standing there, or laying there comforting me with his presence and his touch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I praise God every day for giving me the best husband in the world for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is my perfect love.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Some people are asking about the future, occasionally we ask each other about the future.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Try again?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>See a specialist? Take medicine?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Be part of a study? We don’t know what our next step will be, or when.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Right now we need to focus on mourning and recovering. One day at a time, Sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m asking of You…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">My mom comforted me with a wonderful thought, that our babies are playing with their Poppa B in heaven and he is taking care of them until we get there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Poppa B is my dad, he died of cancer 6 years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It seems very silly, even to me, but at the same time it is comforting to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I can’t wait to get to heaven for many reasons, but the idea of seeing our two, beautiful, fair skinned, blonde babies playing with my dad on the golden streets of heaven makes me smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I hope they will know and love us as much as we love them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Please join us in praying for peace and comfort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Please don’t feel obligated to say anything to Tyler or me or leave a comment or anything that makes you feel awkward or uncomfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I didn’t know how to tell everyone but I couldn’t NOT tell for fear of people not knowing and continuing to ask about the baby or how am I feeling or when are we due.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I fear facing people at work and get-togethers and our church, mostly because I don’t want them to ask about the baby, not knowing we lost it and then me crying and them feeling bad and it all being horribly uncomfortable for everyone involved. I have a lot of fears to be honest, but I don’t want to be pitied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Tyler and I want prayers and support, but we don’t want people to avoid us or be weird.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">One of my very good friends is sadly going through this with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She lost her first baby at the same time I lost mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Now, we are mourning our second together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She has been a rock and a prayer warrior for me, and I have been on my knees for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She sent me this verse and it was exactly what I needed at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It breaks my heart that she is so familiar with my pain that she knew just what verse to put.<span class="yshortcuts"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="yshortcuts"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">Psalm</span></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"> 34:18-19<br />The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them;<br /> he delivers them from all their troubles.<br />The LORD is close to the brokenhearted<br /> and saves those who are crushed in spirit.<br />A righteous man may have many troubles,<br /> but the LORD delivers him from them all.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 12pt">I know that the Lord is close to me, I know that He will deliver us from this, just as he did in March.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I praise God for all he has blessed me with and I cry out to Him to take my pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I believe in His plan for us and that He will love me and hear my cries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know that He does not wish pain on me and I believe that He will give us the child He wants for us in the time that He knows is perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I just pray that until that time comes, He will comfort us and give us peace.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-40609177350034929362010-02-04T16:30:00.000-08:002010-02-04T16:50:24.540-08:00I've been eating better...On our cruise a few months ago we saw a comedian who said, "Singles girls are skinnier than married girls. It's true, they are." We all laughed and nodded in agreement, and I have thought about that a few times since then. It is so true, something about getting married and being happy and content in my life - I have gotten a little bit curvier over the past 3 1/2 years. I mean, who wouldn't like to lose a few pounds, but, my husband loves me and all my curves and I still am healthy, so I don't stress. Too much, anyway. <br /><br />So, last night Tyler and I were talking about how we have both put on a few pounds since we got married, it's true, we have. I usually cook for him (not at all yesterday, but usually), he loves to eat, it's all good. So he tells me he's been eating "better" and naturally, I think he has been watching what he eats and "better" to me means eating healthier, right? No...he meant that he is eating "better" as in he eats more now and more regularly than he did before we got married. <br /><br />I am sitting there proccessing this information as I think about what he had for dinner, French Toast (I did not partake and I did not prepare). Four pieces of bread, soaked in three eggs and fried in butter, then slavered in more butter and coated with syrup....YUM, but not "better." Then I think about his late night snack, when he came home from basketball, 2 Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches. At this point I am already giggling at his idea of "better" and I ask what he had for breakfast, 4 pieces of toast and four scrambled eggs. HAHAA - BETTER! So I add it up in my head and tell him that he had 7 eggs and TWELVE pieces of bread (almost a whole loaf on his own) yesterday and he says, "But I had a real healthy lunch! Blackened Tilapia." Haaa, like that makes a difference. That's like the women that get a Diet Coke with thier Quarter Pounder at McDonalds. The only thing that does make a difference is that he has the fastest metabloism of anyone I know and he plays full court basketball for 3 hours a couple times a week. <br /><br />I guess if I can start running at a full sprint for 3 hours a day I can start eating "better" like I did when I was single. Oh well, single girls are skinnier than married girls and that is likewise for the boys. :)<br /><br />PS - I have a super hottie husband and I am not complaining. Not even a little!Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-69062666283337486882010-01-24T18:16:00.000-08:002010-01-24T19:44:04.442-08:00New Post<div align="left">I haven't put a new post on here in over 6 months - I am SORRY! I know, I know, I have done this before, but I hope you all can forgive again! :) I get a little behind with posting, then I feel so guilty about not having posted that I don't want to post anything and then...AHH! The cycle is vicious! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">So, since July 5th - Life has been happening, as we all know that is what life does.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I started back to school in August, teaching 8th grade reading, no more special education.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I had a stomach bug for Halloween, so I didn't get to dress up. Boooooo, not Boo!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We had a very thankful Thanksgiving with our families.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Tyler got a promotion and a raise and we said, Thank you LORD!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We went on a cruise with some HILARIOUS friends.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We had a spectacular Christmas with friends and families and we got a new computer! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We went on our annual deer camp trip (where we don't actually hunt) for New Years.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We started off the year like any other with resolutions and good intentions.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Our biggest plan for this year is to start a family! Please be praying that God would grant us a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby! (NO...we are not pregnant yet! I must clarify for some of you that are going to imply meaning into that, it is just something we want and are praying for!)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And now, here we are, January is almost over and 2010 is FLYING by!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Anyway - I will try to be better! Here are some pics from the past few months to catch you up. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">PS - It is much more motivating for me to ACTUALLY post on here, if I get some feedback that people are reading. Just a hint.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />Thanksgiving 2009<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-dSNGgVHc87-2bq-A1e6ZZv7w5PD2jQ58P846t8ErHBIsalCu9_QJnCqTnHdQq-tu82ypwJN-dI_gTzS76Rb5EzXSDKT1CR5AKLQtmc0_-sUOGaTrTyBM3WEvO9a3lFZRGUWaal7MNGz/s1600-h/IMG_2927.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430498190331851026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-dSNGgVHc87-2bq-A1e6ZZv7w5PD2jQ58P846t8ErHBIsalCu9_QJnCqTnHdQq-tu82ypwJN-dI_gTzS76Rb5EzXSDKT1CR5AKLQtmc0_-sUOGaTrTyBM3WEvO9a3lFZRGUWaal7MNGz/s320/IMG_2927.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">My neices and nephews (minus Mallory) and in age (and height) order! Haha... </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqc2IZvqLpw5FMb0O6zRUvhYQQWBhJSZWoUcVuao-NfOaQUNfzQCr7k9QmrXJmqkzfvPkzCKhDmksmUcovB7DWK4EfjyLorNdnx6_40OXe6E1PLKHMLxKrgtsUxtA3jD6L6BptHYYP5uw/s1600-h/IMG_2923.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430498189208887986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqc2IZvqLpw5FMb0O6zRUvhYQQWBhJSZWoUcVuao-NfOaQUNfzQCr7k9QmrXJmqkzfvPkzCKhDmksmUcovB7DWK4EfjyLorNdnx6_40OXe6E1PLKHMLxKrgtsUxtA3jD6L6BptHYYP5uw/s320/IMG_2923.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">My sisters and mom and me.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Cruise 2009</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430499392726151426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLvpZcs_HWBkycdTPuYYMsx4ygeUQapepEei1kv0JE5VSauuKKk3_PkR492wiCKsBaL7_mySziwPMhMniEp9e2_XJWujoND_DMAwS9GsBtqebzlP6NJloRbTC2hFp_HLuryjiS5Xe0N_-/s320/IMG_3222.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Tyler and I dining on the Carnival Ecstasy!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430499403543166914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q6CWKbLdHiocyEsq_VhWxnn7nb48VmVCgt8AhW5q0VeAhw-8uoAlRr5DU1Dnxhindw6_D1AXzPSs8X5RXGtXYjtF4Qqx7yTFszcFQrUZPX7WD1rGMyo3XV0bPgzBC2lUc6gwr8m5sh1a/s320/IMG_3046.jpg" />Hallie and I sitting by the sparkly stage before the strangest show I have ever seen.<br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAYWZJdTT7WK2v0CevDexEHswNzdnwI6Qbc7L2UyuWczUDVSkoSvoo7C5cbjsVEOzHrX1UO6QDHrxUYoKOTQSZoB0tCzckGC_LErWSnGhDh92d0u5wtBVM3hnfzcIbNtChd3OT-VD1ah0/s1600-h/IMG_3108.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430499385385976018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAYWZJdTT7WK2v0CevDexEHswNzdnwI6Qbc7L2UyuWczUDVSkoSvoo7C5cbjsVEOzHrX1UO6QDHrxUYoKOTQSZoB0tCzckGC_LErWSnGhDh92d0u5wtBVM3hnfzcIbNtChd3OT-VD1ah0/s320/IMG_3108.jpg" /></a> Jana, Hallie and I after a very heated round of musical chairs, ole!</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB6ocfR8Vy_OZF2yePaDzntVcSsWxCLErCucLvLqIcYdawV9ygCfv88RyrjFWd5xBhP352O7raHRAdP0CrMQz1Y1nzhLAMWyyxI2hN6zv8e70Zf1d4T3jyykuMKO_wGvW7CiyH3jQaOqb/s1600-h/IMG_3211.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430499382666014034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB6ocfR8Vy_OZF2yePaDzntVcSsWxCLErCucLvLqIcYdawV9ygCfv88RyrjFWd5xBhP352O7raHRAdP0CrMQz1Y1nzhLAMWyyxI2hN6zv8e70Zf1d4T3jyykuMKO_wGvW7CiyH3jQaOqb/s320/IMG_3211.jpg" /></a> Heidi and I on the deck at sea.</div></div></div></div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZmEtaw3rfIRrMhL2iVVfbyDko983hajg3E5xkR-QrBfb9pucs7YosOJ67CfCxXFP07LQ-LlxYThhdC4aWbQ3BBCrJ1EqUEQJ0IIRSx4TkcB6kdBtw1LkxAYFY9oVTNkNFODlPYqm2Lhi/s1600-h/IMG_3145.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430499374978800850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZmEtaw3rfIRrMhL2iVVfbyDko983hajg3E5xkR-QrBfb9pucs7YosOJ67CfCxXFP07LQ-LlxYThhdC4aWbQ3BBCrJ1EqUEQJ0IIRSx4TkcB6kdBtw1LkxAYFY9oVTNkNFODlPYqm2Lhi/s320/IMG_3145.jpg" /></a> The boys, being boys on the beach in Cozumel. </div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430498209574800514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDYPontzy-gRDwg6tcL8l9nIldjb95Skx3nvTgKmjsa5vYCRkPQ08b9VrhRC9zDHsiBR4gbNxb2OB5I7rOzYzg9-G-hCPSChpdzRUo2Cz7cSutkEv4Qsd0xm-l54eH7TFRk9_uHhDdcTu/s320/IMG_3085.jpg" /></div><br /></div><div><div align="center">Tyler and I have the summer in December, while it was snowing at home!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr5evRyTP9KEkioVInWEKr7D_SwdP8OqwrWIOd2ZmlXREF18kbLqPgd7uJ0Vit1JzFu3Hl-DroHHJO36DS3Za-zXIGtmseQfft62Ofmf9Rr8ghefzofOISonj7saByaAQxZu_EUMNkRbL/s1600-h/IMG_3037.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430498205482797810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr5evRyTP9KEkioVInWEKr7D_SwdP8OqwrWIOd2ZmlXREF18kbLqPgd7uJ0Vit1JzFu3Hl-DroHHJO36DS3Za-zXIGtmseQfft62Ofmf9Rr8ghefzofOISonj7saByaAQxZu_EUMNkRbL/s320/IMG_3037.jpg" /></a> The whole gang waiting for dinner.</div></div><br /><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07eqMu9VXuMXK7uWb5zHEYDMpT-khLhUtabAspY-xo0sJbB6gLGxkAAIqnqBjxRJwLJpW7KHy9qn5jL5UCD0Owhf-dJW3VGNhFKo9bYLw94fjIl3xTxaaVAqQzUfgRfY_bHfBy8uWjDOw/s1600-h/IMG_2998.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430498200539122674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07eqMu9VXuMXK7uWb5zHEYDMpT-khLhUtabAspY-xo0sJbB6gLGxkAAIqnqBjxRJwLJpW7KHy9qn5jL5UCD0Owhf-dJW3VGNhFKo9bYLw94fjIl3xTxaaVAqQzUfgRfY_bHfBy8uWjDOw/s320/IMG_2998.jpg" /></a> Sun on the Lido Deck.</div><div> </div><div>Rohr Christmas 2009</div></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5X7uA7Xf9FKbCxOixQ50APtw2ALA_AzQ1jEgxcttak9ZQOX4LS3BgSLtPP6Cr57BA4JZDK32noiJtyGIPdOLHJLj_MF-qiH9pVkXia2AvLA12PzNkyFRED6b-AG3HRenbcGknKTvyRFlj/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501625592156306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5X7uA7Xf9FKbCxOixQ50APtw2ALA_AzQ1jEgxcttak9ZQOX4LS3BgSLtPP6Cr57BA4JZDK32noiJtyGIPdOLHJLj_MF-qiH9pVkXia2AvLA12PzNkyFRED6b-AG3HRenbcGknKTvyRFlj/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" /></a> Tyler and his brother Kevin </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJLU2IajrUtnUpVySPQNr24BL5g430IfRMOXzfySbxblR0NDcrEDPP6WF3bFPs-AQaj4efMGeq4_6HZ3Ma5cJTINnhsn84dUJ9srxlkq7AHGA8jhDCRxcyifloB85ryAZeaA1q5YSjlUp/s1600-h/IMG_3335.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501619188104978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJLU2IajrUtnUpVySPQNr24BL5g430IfRMOXzfySbxblR0NDcrEDPP6WF3bFPs-AQaj4efMGeq4_6HZ3Ma5cJTINnhsn84dUJ9srxlkq7AHGA8jhDCRxcyifloB85ryAZeaA1q5YSjlUp/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" /></a>The Three Mrs. Rohrs :) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKUMfKEKyQfG51xXoIgw1UTm5UVIo9nS4XAb8ej-vB4M2Bm87v3vCoXILjqvzx7xUQKdaTuDDB21_QIp5cImTU0wMgtHb-9aCGr6bVnL_d6T506Uo0cDb3D9of_zw73Wmny8DOG_Q68Vq/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501613585544898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJKUMfKEKyQfG51xXoIgw1UTm5UVIo9nS4XAb8ej-vB4M2Bm87v3vCoXILjqvzx7xUQKdaTuDDB21_QIp5cImTU0wMgtHb-9aCGr6bVnL_d6T506Uo0cDb3D9of_zw73Wmny8DOG_Q68Vq/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" /></a>My sweet Mother in Law, Jan. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9GLBGwUSMF64deF4PnxqRuLhfl4yjrRX5dmkd5tRAYHSD8KQW72K1IZR4izNLGivXKxc7TLfxZH6C5fmjfRY2IDmVhw_1vEk8pUYMZG6ouTQty1b3PC-8OyjWCb5NevNce-23hJI3yyo/s1600-h/IMG_3320.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501605681150866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9GLBGwUSMF64deF4PnxqRuLhfl4yjrRX5dmkd5tRAYHSD8KQW72K1IZR4izNLGivXKxc7TLfxZH6C5fmjfRY2IDmVhw_1vEk8pUYMZG6ouTQty1b3PC-8OyjWCb5NevNce-23hJI3yyo/s320/IMG_3320.JPG" /></a> Tyler and his dad, can you guess what Tyler will look like in 25 years? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EqcB4bjKiOiO_nUKpqtMX6GsioKzwV4jBsxECWcmyFtfyp5l5Qko1ARlTb4v-2V4G8mdm2h-xNlRySIM2iWtAWypjzMR-W6N5BJ8OuFIbPe4DDpIJPQA6Zx28RKgBalbk46l_NoFDwOV/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430501601380796610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EqcB4bjKiOiO_nUKpqtMX6GsioKzwV4jBsxECWcmyFtfyp5l5Qko1ARlTb4v-2V4G8mdm2h-xNlRySIM2iWtAWypjzMR-W6N5BJ8OuFIbPe4DDpIJPQA6Zx28RKgBalbk46l_NoFDwOV/s320/IMG_3308.JPG" /></a> SISTERS! - Katie and Gretchen and I ready to open presents.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Life Group - Tacky Sweater Christmas Party 2009</div><div align="center"> </div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HPrX9dGd-tPfQ66qG0yuzdsK5Jo0zBrVbCkFYIvVv8imdfaHA693IVDO0PwiBXoW5Z1KbtD8awRLyzj3oiuB-VyKL66Ono3olKMPjdDgAxV6IYmjoLSU_m0kUCq9r_MsuJimhpQoe-Yf/s1600-h/IMG_3288.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430510042251500450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2HPrX9dGd-tPfQ66qG0yuzdsK5Jo0zBrVbCkFYIvVv8imdfaHA693IVDO0PwiBXoW5Z1KbtD8awRLyzj3oiuB-VyKL66Ono3olKMPjdDgAxV6IYmjoLSU_m0kUCq9r_MsuJimhpQoe-Yf/s320/IMG_3288.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a> The Lovely Ladies in our Sexy Sweaters!</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZyFpkc5Z_vM-5H6hZUGMOOF0HPr2jZRfZHnBbftR_gzW0Q7VqRnGlMzZL8oHV5WPN1oMzSuSdkA5rJLFTlm2SuntJyUz3UfQTWBBe1ektF4ikWJYdWSrPGpwPwsCeFyM6lapTMlH-Tm-Q/s1600-h/IMG_3283.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430510038160513666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZyFpkc5Z_vM-5H6hZUGMOOF0HPr2jZRfZHnBbftR_gzW0Q7VqRnGlMzZL8oHV5WPN1oMzSuSdkA5rJLFTlm2SuntJyUz3UfQTWBBe1ektF4ikWJYdWSrPGpwPwsCeFyM6lapTMlH-Tm-Q/s320/IMG_3283.jpg" /></a> Our Knights in shining armor, er...ugly sweaters.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKauwj3eGqw-f_fV5Y5utWsxvEUuol6Pxan817q7sOYtu1Ld3a17NLfCCXsXFmxKAvUg1psPEtcRn4Xn2wvcJUP3VXjDzibvXfrjctB5I3q-9dKa6WsZZXqq3ft3TFDBe9b8qz2GVhIiI/s1600-h/IMG_3270.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430510031489185858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiKauwj3eGqw-f_fV5Y5utWsxvEUuol6Pxan817q7sOYtu1Ld3a17NLfCCXsXFmxKAvUg1psPEtcRn4Xn2wvcJUP3VXjDzibvXfrjctB5I3q-9dKa6WsZZXqq3ft3TFDBe9b8qz2GVhIiI/s320/IMG_3270.jpg" /></a>Don't we look adorable? We tried to accesorize so as not to look SO tacky.<br /><br />Williams Christmas 2009<br /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjkVpeh1CKNYVJgfpubTZplEPyVlBn5jiYThwn6avTgl6cbvE_y1hdgTJ_bY8NZQefON7HGGd4Bf4pcqgHkv7nSfudHo98FbQYYqnXOUEai_vKCSz-_6_4nBTUNkfawl_j69S8CvdzZk_/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430510025373004978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjkVpeh1CKNYVJgfpubTZplEPyVlBn5jiYThwn6avTgl6cbvE_y1hdgTJ_bY8NZQefON7HGGd4Bf4pcqgHkv7nSfudHo98FbQYYqnXOUEai_vKCSz-_6_4nBTUNkfawl_j69S8CvdzZk_/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" /></a> My oldest neices, Shelby and Mikayla - so tall and skinny I have to stand on my tippy toes!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaa_mKS0ldFT5S_ixwb7gJXBkrln_faFBZ-n79KNEYY8DS9n5h2RWSEt8zb7Lsvaf0CEhQQ1AEKz8V0uL2k8g1ckc5VPZDIoYV7KYNsZfERlmk9bUhizeFUEX-8PaILeVaKjdVpxNlsr6/s1600-h/IMG_3370.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430510022649189426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaa_mKS0ldFT5S_ixwb7gJXBkrln_faFBZ-n79KNEYY8DS9n5h2RWSEt8zb7Lsvaf0CEhQQ1AEKz8V0uL2k8g1ckc5VPZDIoYV7KYNsZfERlmk9bUhizeFUEX-8PaILeVaKjdVpxNlsr6/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" /></a> DeeDee and I</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg4hm3C9H-gP1lfVHavJrSRZlcci4kpQTa08Uwi-KuVVzgpk9EagJF2aj4N4NcTVSYEmO29Zkp-nHK0uTxGi3X-HHpCRV8iLrmXazXSOiRf-CkGOtVYha4zvcmtE0TkBoMLHboMbGf7NB/s1600-h/IMG_3368.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430508850227383778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg4hm3C9H-gP1lfVHavJrSRZlcci4kpQTa08Uwi-KuVVzgpk9EagJF2aj4N4NcTVSYEmO29Zkp-nHK0uTxGi3X-HHpCRV8iLrmXazXSOiRf-CkGOtVYha4zvcmtE0TkBoMLHboMbGf7NB/s320/IMG_3368.JPG" /></a> Rainey and Riley - I love this picture! It is totally them, 100%!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4BqKqq3tWhkR6MaNM2Xo8pqJ0w1sKwdBJE4j6LoNwuPiW0U9i9T_VhGSrgkyPEyFB1zYequ-a-gDGBPiwBecpcnpkwGusBucSdq6bV05Ks8g-OcVhFQ17N5VGJTY5XwXihAlfuU686BN/s1600-h/IMG_3351.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430508844013429522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4BqKqq3tWhkR6MaNM2Xo8pqJ0w1sKwdBJE4j6LoNwuPiW0U9i9T_VhGSrgkyPEyFB1zYequ-a-gDGBPiwBecpcnpkwGusBucSdq6bV05Ks8g-OcVhFQ17N5VGJTY5XwXihAlfuU686BN/s320/IMG_3351.JPG" /></a> Tyler, Mom and I - we look uncomfortable, that makes me laugh.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_S2GkkCBYU4yX6kO6whX7-lgdCu0sdg4zyf2NlhuRyyCLcAhLMm_-NbJwvKC6z22J6UuSL4e8w_Qq0HqPIzWiqX-B37cpVU62DW62I2sWjRp42toxNp_8M3ysa9BGfls2gnP5rLtnBXVV/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430508836389233842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_S2GkkCBYU4yX6kO6whX7-lgdCu0sdg4zyf2NlhuRyyCLcAhLMm_-NbJwvKC6z22J6UuSL4e8w_Qq0HqPIzWiqX-B37cpVU62DW62I2sWjRp42toxNp_8M3ysa9BGfls2gnP5rLtnBXVV/s320/IMG_3357.JPG" /></a> Suzi and I</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoK6-Z-LQEIVeisdWXDvtxQGhGWV0EJafNJXSshGBRM1UhN5smBtdchkfc0gX0KF5E6GXGPtakg3ot6awX5EXRlMP0B4PJyBm-S0odJXLyJdw5gA_5UcFVDizUimW1yz95QbJ3oghHQen/s1600-h/IMG_3374.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430508830092960658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoK6-Z-LQEIVeisdWXDvtxQGhGWV0EJafNJXSshGBRM1UhN5smBtdchkfc0gX0KF5E6GXGPtakg3ot6awX5EXRlMP0B4PJyBm-S0odJXLyJdw5gA_5UcFVDizUimW1yz95QbJ3oghHQen/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" /></a>Bryan and his girls, Abby, Mikayla and Shelby.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTawoZcUdxVL5YNkMZYv1qAMlSOFir7uQNOFBbpUeDwX2e47rme-SP54GOLXpfln2UQJNAhsZwdD5GL2wBdQnFV3XgQT7n2FtmVyO6_l_on9UkphcJP5lwgzsvULXCx1578UDGJ0ZstUjE/s1600-h/IMG_3355.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430508820881057746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTawoZcUdxVL5YNkMZYv1qAMlSOFir7uQNOFBbpUeDwX2e47rme-SP54GOLXpfln2UQJNAhsZwdD5GL2wBdQnFV3XgQT7n2FtmVyO6_l_on9UkphcJP5lwgzsvULXCx1578UDGJ0ZstUjE/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" /></a></div><div>Steven and DeeDee with Mallory and Rainey.</div><div> </div><div>3rd Annual Larry Lawrence Deer Camp Extravaganza 2009-2010</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430511165523090306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94doGMdK0HXiqXScNWEUGhpfM8aYrISnOzOPgzeoOQvo_R95zocX2TIyl5SWimhdJtpTV-dEwq8Hied-o781iOhujCQ7rml9uKpBeHlt6i36kA72ochQXiVKcoEqipWoQfy_cK5TlMBp1/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" />Tyler and Kelley aiming and trees and skeet - Lord knows there are NO animals out there.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisU_hiKnMqILZAaMf0pkmW5QZTXjxCHGVnBptisRkENUwjRDZ63m9dSmZRDFGSi0rXVXySSg1DuZf4w2QZsVNmhwtrngLiq7IVfx7p0Gw5qvMDOlhZeFvEeyUmq6fSU-OtT7W9AvcDUXbz/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430511158741822898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisU_hiKnMqILZAaMf0pkmW5QZTXjxCHGVnBptisRkENUwjRDZ63m9dSmZRDFGSi0rXVXySSg1DuZf4w2QZsVNmhwtrngLiq7IVfx7p0Gw5qvMDOlhZeFvEeyUmq6fSU-OtT7W9AvcDUXbz/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" /></a> Two years is a habit - Three is a TRADITION!</div></div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCilR9i2qIO5kE6i1WPOF7Llky2swQ5WKlqjN1i3a2HCoLjuWsS0ut1dMdb2TYDikfyGt-yDKatLwKrtO5Rpv4KTtbhfIBbcwx6ul8t9L0-XoCa_21aDiVZu5dSE6KRCkWCU-TDnjZvb7g/s1600-h/IMG_3436.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430511150001352162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCilR9i2qIO5kE6i1WPOF7Llky2swQ5WKlqjN1i3a2HCoLjuWsS0ut1dMdb2TYDikfyGt-yDKatLwKrtO5Rpv4KTtbhfIBbcwx6ul8t9L0-XoCa_21aDiVZu5dSE6KRCkWCU-TDnjZvb7g/s320/IMG_3436.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a> Sweet Jana Jewell<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8lNIRhY55aqB3qnGxRaIBZcMc8uAb7UvCteFNJR7Pfv0BNzT2LT1adDdzx7VN8CcSq7ey0GxBNrLxiGqFv8BdyNXTVqNAQrrRRkaqfS3bzewGUVKMXMFanKWUF3-9AUcvlxm5j1OKApX/s1600-h/IMG_3617.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430511139254851218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8lNIRhY55aqB3qnGxRaIBZcMc8uAb7UvCteFNJR7Pfv0BNzT2LT1adDdzx7VN8CcSq7ey0GxBNrLxiGqFv8BdyNXTVqNAQrrRRkaqfS3bzewGUVKMXMFanKWUF3-9AUcvlxm5j1OKApX/s320/IMG_3617.JPG" /></a> I love my love.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-qw3dvEc-2nIlzofLfR1l5kxksEI4yVapfR6U8mMURUruorr-9Fd8TNIi8RmqcaVCC5Gy0KxE9jHRa-uApjqeJl_GfFKA8IL03d3CqmkjA6Kf0nf94ewvVUMPFTdwfEsLV4wxZ7s07Q_/s1600-h/IMG_3485.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430511129813751714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-qw3dvEc-2nIlzofLfR1l5kxksEI4yVapfR6U8mMURUruorr-9Fd8TNIi8RmqcaVCC5Gy0KxE9jHRa-uApjqeJl_GfFKA8IL03d3CqmkjA6Kf0nf94ewvVUMPFTdwfEsLV4wxZ7s07Q_/s320/IMG_3485.JPG" /></a> Roughing it, for real, with Katie, Jana, and Heidi<br /><br /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-56365285361546004462009-07-22T14:10:00.000-07:002009-07-22T14:32:28.145-07:004th and 5th and 6th of July 2009<div style="text-align: center;">Tyler's b-day is the 5th, so we celebrated it on the 4th with good friends, good food, and horseshoes! The next day we went to Tyler's parent's house to have cake for his birthday and his dad's whose is the 6th. Here are some of my favorite pics of the 2 days!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNGwt-XqOP4ZE_DzgBVtQy8MbN09USnf0g3eM2IGWiOMtyleo6nCm_9rnoWOixgSZYwVj83B98mPVmIoXhDvmUWs_cYnU0ASg7VTo1OctvJFnZBLFI_D1-Go9Cc3r9lvLAa0kdRSw9FgV/s1600-h/IMG_2256%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNGwt-XqOP4ZE_DzgBVtQy8MbN09USnf0g3eM2IGWiOMtyleo6nCm_9rnoWOixgSZYwVj83B98mPVmIoXhDvmUWs_cYnU0ASg7VTo1OctvJFnZBLFI_D1-Go9Cc3r9lvLAa0kdRSw9FgV/s320/IMG_2256%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397296873202018" border="0" /></a>Happy Birthday my LOVE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FHGBvOQvQINoRA9D5btztXAi3tsCDo-AtwkAQ_pUo5tNUccnigKmYEOVGBbEv9gc3Nopia1i9ozwQANQcqLyYFP6yBnDbMx6xfOYs2ToucZVsGNA9tDYf83EUUUCClO-usmQ16-qNsaV/s1600-h/IMG_2248%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FHGBvOQvQINoRA9D5btztXAi3tsCDo-AtwkAQ_pUo5tNUccnigKmYEOVGBbEv9gc3Nopia1i9ozwQANQcqLyYFP6yBnDbMx6xfOYs2ToucZVsGNA9tDYf83EUUUCClO-usmQ16-qNsaV/s320/IMG_2248%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397303229293314" border="0" /></a>Top row - L to R - Amber, Megan, Whitney, Hallie, Heidi<br />Bottom row - L to R - Christina, Jodi, Jodi<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoh4ncIzll0Jw92HgGfo_5XQ6h8HkY4MS3brhw0J9-DEOUC-QyE8fErkdA098VxQWmWlPqlqQ6ZNbVAMnJwT3Jk_g_gIuR2BemvbRSt5i68rpbCzfvc1aWx9gBQHjwnlNhBOOKKL_lOl-/s1600-h/IMG_2250%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoh4ncIzll0Jw92HgGfo_5XQ6h8HkY4MS3brhw0J9-DEOUC-QyE8fErkdA098VxQWmWlPqlqQ6ZNbVAMnJwT3Jk_g_gIuR2BemvbRSt5i68rpbCzfvc1aWx9gBQHjwnlNhBOOKKL_lOl-/s320/IMG_2250%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397293455005986" border="0" /></a>Top row - L to R - Chris, Chris, Bryan, Jason, Kelley, James<br />Bottom Row - L to R - Jon, James, Tyler<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5c1RRr9kWWGK8G47Lnw-zmnXJTFfcl0e90SQ0rxZ9eE5wzryIy3F2qHt-Er6B5HBp_sdt8ZJtESvEibH9gtGElRCjWXTs_c4smYIanQ3N4QhlP6cHDE64v3aG9M9l7t09gUAPGMmklEH/s1600-h/IMG_2245%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5c1RRr9kWWGK8G47Lnw-zmnXJTFfcl0e90SQ0rxZ9eE5wzryIy3F2qHt-Er6B5HBp_sdt8ZJtESvEibH9gtGElRCjWXTs_c4smYIanQ3N4QhlP6cHDE64v3aG9M9l7t09gUAPGMmklEH/s320/IMG_2245%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397287572946434" border="0" /></a>Christina Shippey and Jodi Shippey - such fun, sweet girls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4mCx9AT5QqQI7Ksg-evCvp8AdrX7cOpmTlipCWpTzQcgUBz28iFYwqVKkUQVfmOZ_5vh6IMax1cBNvs0Yfitx0hhDzizvbyL7UlEBNt-Fl-K7HY5HgaXQZ4UnGk77xjb0Cn1HB5MlXAST/s1600-h/IMG_2244%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4mCx9AT5QqQI7Ksg-evCvp8AdrX7cOpmTlipCWpTzQcgUBz28iFYwqVKkUQVfmOZ_5vh6IMax1cBNvs0Yfitx0hhDzizvbyL7UlEBNt-Fl-K7HY5HgaXQZ4UnGk77xjb0Cn1HB5MlXAST/s320/IMG_2244%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361396581463136690" border="0" /></a>Bryan Shippey and Tyler - they have been friends for a LONG time<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WFkgr70py1qlr1ccDZb55sTr0InaneQjVlYlEuD2TPxNO6LRLlEW7-LXRRWahbzJFNkd1mrd_dtuT-mZSLL8sXkixUNC3pX1XAeGHQVRKOVAIztpPV-03T7M-tVJqU1Eb5ij7XrhmCgU/s1600-h/IMG_2243%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WFkgr70py1qlr1ccDZb55sTr0InaneQjVlYlEuD2TPxNO6LRLlEW7-LXRRWahbzJFNkd1mrd_dtuT-mZSLL8sXkixUNC3pX1XAeGHQVRKOVAIztpPV-03T7M-tVJqU1Eb5ij7XrhmCgU/s320/IMG_2243%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361396585387105906" border="0" /></a>Hallie James - her birthday was a week later and super fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBAiuQ1azw-7FQ_eBGBi84j5bxR3TznrA1a3trT7UxkFr55kdtfC-Yya1IzE6pQtBfIJ7-4e0svLwReYE3bH1LTlmz55z18PCUSBXGNER4vPmKxU_k5TBoHD7XiNFTEuXATMk0XNDwGwP/s1600-h/IMG_2234%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBAiuQ1azw-7FQ_eBGBi84j5bxR3TznrA1a3trT7UxkFr55kdtfC-Yya1IzE6pQtBfIJ7-4e0svLwReYE3bH1LTlmz55z18PCUSBXGNER4vPmKxU_k5TBoHD7XiNFTEuXATMk0XNDwGwP/s320/IMG_2234%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361396568118716386" border="0" /></a>Tyler and John James - one of his bromances!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMDBOb5YDuAWor78mDUGNkzBwXw4zBDTFllaKAHnVUIK8mQWs3tN0lxQiE2v_2xlXhPbjsM3YrjuVrYQ0hYlx1DqKv-nadL9lm5xVWL-mOIoUQAY_YRwdaV_vfFcARODkXWtkiIMjW2M5/s1600-h/IMG_2232%5B7%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMDBOb5YDuAWor78mDUGNkzBwXw4zBDTFllaKAHnVUIK8mQWs3tN0lxQiE2v_2xlXhPbjsM3YrjuVrYQ0hYlx1DqKv-nadL9lm5xVWL-mOIoUQAY_YRwdaV_vfFcARODkXWtkiIMjW2M5/s320/IMG_2232%5B7%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361396561540385314" border="0" /></a>Meg, Whit, Heidi, and Amber - such beautiful friends we have!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz23Y5QoZ29otsF6c8myfZjUhB56Fcn_e80N0stOVxnON2RWG-sBKvYiU3tGOOE0rQNulldukvYCQkaoAYg-1VsFzt69wLM4JN4a7unUbWh1YA1mhgnVUZjj77n8GeRj2AsmY1kbjBEs3/s1600-h/IMG_2240%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwz23Y5QoZ29otsF6c8myfZjUhB56Fcn_e80N0stOVxnON2RWG-sBKvYiU3tGOOE0rQNulldukvYCQkaoAYg-1VsFzt69wLM4JN4a7unUbWh1YA1mhgnVUZjj77n8GeRj2AsmY1kbjBEs3/s320/IMG_2240%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361396570706468882" border="0" /></a>Such a good man - I am so blessed!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDxTop1AiAe36rFjjnbobygV1Yl1a-5zipPnZh6bX7i_PKQbHl-y78TEXc5TQT5mzGI24fWTknfhtyze5uJwi5im4k0f941vqcUZLcohVv6JFf5VW-0ydMRopyajMzNY4H7mc1mgL3B5j/s1600-h/IMG_2270%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDxTop1AiAe36rFjjnbobygV1Yl1a-5zipPnZh6bX7i_PKQbHl-y78TEXc5TQT5mzGI24fWTknfhtyze5uJwi5im4k0f941vqcUZLcohVv6JFf5VW-0ydMRopyajMzNY4H7mc1mgL3B5j/s320/IMG_2270%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397303481128994" border="0" /></a>Tyler and his dad directing our singing of Happy Birthday<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDqxR1wwiRwO6tGkxdXnALzj2rnEtrm-L1YfNbob22CPaHpYmFzzR1M2tNnLOXufK-rRx8usE8WiKpZ2ulfofgvD5VGFfyB5zMaIEHvy6saH5YGCO3_ITyuiiKdltwnOlpQrYV_Vflnwu/s1600-h/IMG_2273%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDqxR1wwiRwO6tGkxdXnALzj2rnEtrm-L1YfNbob22CPaHpYmFzzR1M2tNnLOXufK-rRx8usE8WiKpZ2ulfofgvD5VGFfyB5zMaIEHvy6saH5YGCO3_ITyuiiKdltwnOlpQrYV_Vflnwu/s320/IMG_2273%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397520727873986" border="0" /></a>Blowing out their candles - yummm...<br /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-49109785623838489312009-07-22T13:41:00.000-07:002009-07-22T14:08:57.623-07:00Sisterhood of the Wrist Tattoo<a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVsZxjwxhNWLdvrC9HVNwxj4WO04LD9jT83NJd3fWEWTVKzQUq30FpFdJeVn7Eok-NUPyFlL_zfyBusm6AmT5eRP-4V-ickmfHjXNQ6mKd8ixR19pNONQ-HcecKMtI_y3CTgWROKRX-ys/s1600-h/IMG_2209%5B1%5D">A few months ago my sister DeeDee got a new tattoo on her wrist and my mom decided she LOVED it. Since then my mom has been trying to talk me and my sister Suzi into getting the same on so we can all match. If it wasn't for the fact that I want a different tattoo in the same spot I probably would have gotten it, but that didn't stop my mom from trying her hardest to persuade me. Eventually my mom and Dee talked Suz into going for the idea, so a few weeks ago we all made a day of it. We met out for lunch and then when to get these bad-boys. Once I saw all of thier wrists together I wanted one so bad! I wanted to be part of the club! I felt like they had an inside joke that I didn't know about and I wanted in! So, I called Tyler and told him I was going to get it and he said, "Whatever, honey - it is your wrist." YEA! I got off the phone, started filling out my paperwork and was getting ready to go. Then, my phone rang...Tyler called me back and reminded me of what I did want and how rash it was to get one because I liked someone elses without thinking about it. So...I didn't get it, I am still trying to decide for sure if I want my other one there and when. But Mom, Suz and Dee - ya'll are rockin' out the sisterhood of the wrist tattoo. I want to be part of the club.</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jdPKeOkf59E4rdB_Ac2jLyBouJndASlbyy5TB6MKjrt4SV0mkC5bJ3UHDDZRHYzgRfv-uNHpoiNVzJSZGYk5BVJKpPYobUZ7VnkHJ8fNfUbjdqYsfdcTpZNTgd7FjKAkfVMyQKOS4fNR/s1600-h/IMG_2198CA6326VL"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jdPKeOkf59E4rdB_Ac2jLyBouJndASlbyy5TB6MKjrt4SV0mkC5bJ3UHDDZRHYzgRfv-uNHpoiNVzJSZGYk5BVJKpPYobUZ7VnkHJ8fNfUbjdqYsfdcTpZNTgd7FjKAkfVMyQKOS4fNR/s320/IMG_2198CA6326VL" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361392411255442978" border="0" /></a>As mom says, "The Williams Girls"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhPTeUgtEVHIpueMsrkhKQNwjKBS2q0WYrIF0wwxhGlo4o2RBrMQY5p09l7SV9ErTmQiR3CgiNJ70yFxh2vFcPNm6-dd7TCqxgIWN6HtFLrKyxXzvObmO7-GVLpUs5OkFpRALwbC41S3o/s1600-h/IMG_2207%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhPTeUgtEVHIpueMsrkhKQNwjKBS2q0WYrIF0wwxhGlo4o2RBrMQY5p09l7SV9ErTmQiR3CgiNJ70yFxh2vFcPNm6-dd7TCqxgIWN6HtFLrKyxXzvObmO7-GVLpUs5OkFpRALwbC41S3o/s320/IMG_2207%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361393562689083906" border="0" /></a>Suzi getting her tat on.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDkIFjpG-l4RI4CAXh3O8qDSDviPp77I60zfeTinrYM0ir4HBhOjSP0ApEFngdplViaKJOM_ohBoROgW2BKQ1UDg5R8q-PCjSzqZHRFzxQfg06os9LyrW_C7AHE_4mbNjZg_J0LkZH6xw/s1600-h/IMG_2204%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDkIFjpG-l4RI4CAXh3O8qDSDviPp77I60zfeTinrYM0ir4HBhOjSP0ApEFngdplViaKJOM_ohBoROgW2BKQ1UDg5R8q-PCjSzqZHRFzxQfg06os9LyrW_C7AHE_4mbNjZg_J0LkZH6xw/s320/IMG_2204%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361392412399307314" border="0" /></a>My sweet mom that didn't talk to me ALL day when she found out I had a tattoo,<br />now has 2 herself!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVsZxjwxhNWLdvrC9HVNwxj4WO04LD9jT83NJd3fWEWTVKzQUq30FpFdJeVn7Eok-NUPyFlL_zfyBusm6AmT5eRP-4V-ickmfHjXNQ6mKd8ixR19pNONQ-HcecKMtI_y3CTgWROKRX-ys/s1600-h/IMG_2209%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVsZxjwxhNWLdvrC9HVNwxj4WO04LD9jT83NJd3fWEWTVKzQUq30FpFdJeVn7Eok-NUPyFlL_zfyBusm6AmT5eRP-4V-ickmfHjXNQ6mKd8ixR19pNONQ-HcecKMtI_y3CTgWROKRX-ys/s320/IMG_2209%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361392424366963426" border="0" /></a><br />So cute - and a family affair!<br /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-63294450760484575422009-07-22T13:24:00.000-07:002009-07-22T13:41:38.285-07:00High Maintenance CanineMiss Ava is rediculous. She has always been a little on the high maintenance side of dogs, but she has now crossed the line. Recently she has developed an absurd fear of thunderstorms. She started trying to dig out of her cage and eventually was successful. She ruined her cage and in the process tore up her feet and face pretty bad. Since all this started she has broken 2 teeth, ripped off multiple toe pads, and shredded her toenails, along with the damage to her nose and face. So, now we have had to purchase another kennel (her FOURTH) and spend a mountain of money at the vet repairing her feet and getting medicine, to top it all off she now has to take an anti-anxiety sedative anytime we are not at home and there is a chance of rain. So...great. But, I still totally love her and think she is adorable, I just wish she was take a chill pill, not one I have to pay for either.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA28GOyD53oUtHN7r21RHHAOhPCdiRqjWlC3Ic-RrjMhMIJ8VpbQdslasxHhfaVqltZra_7caZUpHVGH-2xyuRdZ6aPYVXsAQUGSXUY2oxamG0P0wDm5hY3qZW7RIBTyBAxrlvI_NlSxZD/s1600-h/IMG_2212%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA28GOyD53oUtHN7r21RHHAOhPCdiRqjWlC3Ic-RrjMhMIJ8VpbQdslasxHhfaVqltZra_7caZUpHVGH-2xyuRdZ6aPYVXsAQUGSXUY2oxamG0P0wDm5hY3qZW7RIBTyBAxrlvI_NlSxZD/s320/IMG_2212%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361385468080312642" border="0" /></a>Me and Ava in her new monster cage, she has her "I'm sorry" face on.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHLztIeiCCykTW49WEE9fXNcaGDLuxtmctvZqCKYSR18z71SwGBkNmcVkowjJTbEqf16zbgsc-Z9VHX4SZVI3C96lcGZBVibqg_0LdqnhEdgy9U13ns_s4-lObABTJe__oclvJWPY6qFt/s1600-h/IMG_2215%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHLztIeiCCykTW49WEE9fXNcaGDLuxtmctvZqCKYSR18z71SwGBkNmcVkowjJTbEqf16zbgsc-Z9VHX4SZVI3C96lcGZBVibqg_0LdqnhEdgy9U13ns_s4-lObABTJe__oclvJWPY6qFt/s320/IMG_2215%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361385281904125938" border="0" /></a>Just to give you an idea of how large this thing is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KcyeyZq_LbbWP5sp_C1dmCXxHi69AcC_Lpnlm6umz5hv1ZbCZObz1kxWDF-5z9iEE2rjQCueZMYQtw9LmvajkOSjZV-VoaNKma2_jy49OYxeJbvfOECnXK8zOHwRXXw0qoFuhfOER6VT/s1600-h/IMG_2219%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KcyeyZq_LbbWP5sp_C1dmCXxHi69AcC_Lpnlm6umz5hv1ZbCZObz1kxWDF-5z9iEE2rjQCueZMYQtw9LmvajkOSjZV-VoaNKma2_jy49OYxeJbvfOECnXK8zOHwRXXw0qoFuhfOER6VT/s320/IMG_2219%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361386424073815458" border="0" /></a><br />"I love my new cage! My mom and dad can fit in it with me, it makes me feel safe!"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbRWx1FaDhbaTxcMwpUkfPHNed_GmtHlY1W2C5gnA9eMzabhS9UelLv-uyjwICA4uzkX-GXvUbowpYn3Yq5cSf1KrHlZOf4HesNa1oUDP-wtekLCpl9HbhoLcf5BkjQBBm_thED7I6QhF/s1600-h/IMG_2197%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbRWx1FaDhbaTxcMwpUkfPHNed_GmtHlY1W2C5gnA9eMzabhS9UelLv-uyjwICA4uzkX-GXvUbowpYn3Yq5cSf1KrHlZOf4HesNa1oUDP-wtekLCpl9HbhoLcf5BkjQBBm_thED7I6QhF/s320/IMG_2197%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361385261367954834" border="0" /></a>Her new drugs work very very good.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3R9n5izi32aBZfZnZJg5ZI556QYQs5syFrU6aoCEZyVDWCYP4HIWsXig3F3eSeVhe-Wm-HftPuxMLjofYDqBYmHA5XEgCRFkmnG6uKbKNJsoRyzwzs4uvhZc3uyjYW3Fi6tAagNscrzc/s1600-h/IMG_2195%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3R9n5izi32aBZfZnZJg5ZI556QYQs5syFrU6aoCEZyVDWCYP4HIWsXig3F3eSeVhe-Wm-HftPuxMLjofYDqBYmHA5XEgCRFkmnG6uKbKNJsoRyzwzs4uvhZc3uyjYW3Fi6tAagNscrzc/s320/IMG_2195%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361385257450671570" border="0" /></a><br />Poor thing can't focus her eyes on anything...notice how they are looking in different directions.<br /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-9959339485416541852009-07-01T14:06:00.001-07:002009-07-01T14:40:43.958-07:00Splish Splash BirthdayLast week while we were in Florida my mom had her 32 birthday (not really, but she insists she isn't getting older)! Happy Birthday MOM! So, when we got back Tyler and I joined my sisters and their families and my brother with my mom to celebrate. We had a great time! When you have a big family, with lots of grandkids living all over town it is hard to ALL get together except major holidays. So, we were missing Rainey and Riley, and Mikayla had to leave early, but we still had so much fun. We swam and ate delicious food and played Rock Band and laughed and laughed and laughed. Here are some pics of our wonderful day and my gorgeous family!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-xRge0VAfQj0VljDPB24P1Bc4srd8hUPtvzzPWMlwLqLpeD22MzFB9YTe2KbUzhe68GLtrO1OOZI74wOtWIX4YrG-G_AUvHCwBuQcZjWER51nH-gMxGFVW_DTsc1ZxA6EZcKI2EGimf1/s1600-h/IMG_2169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353607073535010770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-xRge0VAfQj0VljDPB24P1Bc4srd8hUPtvzzPWMlwLqLpeD22MzFB9YTe2KbUzhe68GLtrO1OOZI74wOtWIX4YrG-G_AUvHCwBuQcZjWER51nH-gMxGFVW_DTsc1ZxA6EZcKI2EGimf1/s320/IMG_2169.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mally Mae - my youngest neice, precious as always!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJj_-3aYX_yl4MymKQQMxnaOXxUiEvA9D8TfYI7cHO1Fs3Ct_YSSOkWNGtZ-wm_gbqBh_5WhlrEAIQWmiUwgA0v1Wl_ezj_Atb-8wLt8WoD4oVTq2dLlaygb0vTlpKB-6VCrnVLg4Vhza/s1600-h/IMG_2162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606895734830514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJj_-3aYX_yl4MymKQQMxnaOXxUiEvA9D8TfYI7cHO1Fs3Ct_YSSOkWNGtZ-wm_gbqBh_5WhlrEAIQWmiUwgA0v1Wl_ezj_Atb-8wLt8WoD4oVTq2dLlaygb0vTlpKB-6VCrnVLg4Vhza/s320/IMG_2162.jpg" border="0" /></a> Shelby and Abby - Shelby hated this picture, but I LOVE it -they are so natural and pretty!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353607077830155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBGM9rUFMDyDN4rU7OotMMC0TIHSIpJ43INMzYpXfvpFxwd7tnzVPGXGOunFZF5VvrKGHwMM34UasV4o8jJOJWYewMYY13YitjqOdMtDHazYpNMB2Lmt_EAM50Awnndv-y9wwx33aWibu/s320/IMG_2189.jpg" border="0" />Tyler, Steven, Grady and I rockin' it out - DeeDee laughing at us in the background :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZZNzFujP0WfZCOx6BMFuevOV0hUJyj8gOzasHVMJIWiSJ1SRm13G4Ov1LWhphqUTMr8r0kvYhAWqHTcZSAjD3ZL2shCduGC1NbEB6xJVE4sHHV0hBtiYJadvIdkQjl5cQTghcWlvF-Fn/s1600-h/IMG_2159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606893066319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZZNzFujP0WfZCOx6BMFuevOV0hUJyj8gOzasHVMJIWiSJ1SRm13G4Ov1LWhphqUTMr8r0kvYhAWqHTcZSAjD3ZL2shCduGC1NbEB6xJVE4sHHV0hBtiYJadvIdkQjl5cQTghcWlvF-Fn/s320/IMG_2159.jpg" border="0" /></a>My sweet, handsome honey - see the mo-hawk?!? I LOVE IT!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1Z1Q2BY8xPOQBiGrwyZ694Ke8ZM1Ghnro-uJGbdtcc562jF4q9Szs7Ore30FalcOOLRiHiRwkfNu3iNmaqcaFLHJreY3Xchm75n0rprrQw43V-gEJo8TZT_hOCT1irnwqCtfXV6huqGO/s1600-h/IMG_2143.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606886952810946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1Z1Q2BY8xPOQBiGrwyZ694Ke8ZM1Ghnro-uJGbdtcc562jF4q9Szs7Ore30FalcOOLRiHiRwkfNu3iNmaqcaFLHJreY3Xchm75n0rprrQw43V-gEJo8TZT_hOCT1irnwqCtfXV6huqGO/s320/IMG_2143.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mallory leaping off the "jumping board"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGVAvb5rYYfz9nOBNKCCXQAMiO_3R5hJ-QyDEItTG4RvrprZsFBOPvEYBUA4Egxe3084nl0Uq-16QBtuuHc2QWZWROZa3Zow7SueteqZMCUQfp2Kml1c-0Z5SFUrVInI9n_ECLMdDGbN6/s1600-h/IMG_2137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606881897432482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGVAvb5rYYfz9nOBNKCCXQAMiO_3R5hJ-QyDEItTG4RvrprZsFBOPvEYBUA4Egxe3084nl0Uq-16QBtuuHc2QWZWROZa3Zow7SueteqZMCUQfp2Kml1c-0Z5SFUrVInI9n_ECLMdDGbN6/s320/IMG_2137.jpg" border="0" /></a> Shelby flying through the air thanks to Tyler and Grady<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IvXvi5wdC78Pxx6GeDYs5DPQsjc33JSc1PHpgS8rr9P1KzcrX9fhgOgHLjcF_xEZaIA6_gzblYOd03zpUqs0iGlQrmykbe_-ms2lBx87WFel3GIwsl6RmL39CKdjiWrHG7GkZx8bGLzH/s1600-h/IMG_2129.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606879816279138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IvXvi5wdC78Pxx6GeDYs5DPQsjc33JSc1PHpgS8rr9P1KzcrX9fhgOgHLjcF_xEZaIA6_gzblYOd03zpUqs0iGlQrmykbe_-ms2lBx87WFel3GIwsl6RmL39CKdjiWrHG7GkZx8bGLzH/s320/IMG_2129.jpg" border="0" /></a> Abby doing the same - WEEEEE!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4E2mRhs0Mr0ZDPoh3ueasIz4-jU91wUlJHxdfxo49UXoFaqMJew5JqG5Yj7fHakI8HwAsC11vkwMoIR6x8FvR6AN0Fqwt2a2_W7HtIixe6CrFDLINg-dHP6PbzShSY1XySsbEDrj4aSlZ/s1600-h/IMG_2102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606241618489250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4E2mRhs0Mr0ZDPoh3ueasIz4-jU91wUlJHxdfxo49UXoFaqMJew5JqG5Yj7fHakI8HwAsC11vkwMoIR6x8FvR6AN0Fqwt2a2_W7HtIixe6CrFDLINg-dHP6PbzShSY1XySsbEDrj4aSlZ/s320/IMG_2102.jpg" border="0" /></a> I clearly can't throw Mallory as far as the boys threw the bigger girls.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSn5zES5J1IJBGpIxmu6M0qlH99Y_fkDOoumL9RpTvySb1oitNr4leX-DP4ddnIjDiMfyK55teqNzMy2RhgotlwJYKtWN6AVutqkTXUoLv1kcJ8DzY5xA-XSZfCxH0_0OBOB3F0Hv5VLh/s1600-h/IMG_2075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606240399680850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSn5zES5J1IJBGpIxmu6M0qlH99Y_fkDOoumL9RpTvySb1oitNr4leX-DP4ddnIjDiMfyK55teqNzMy2RhgotlwJYKtWN6AVutqkTXUoLv1kcJ8DzY5xA-XSZfCxH0_0OBOB3F0Hv5VLh/s320/IMG_2075.jpg" border="0" /></a> L to R - Me, Tyler, Mallory, Grady, Shelby and Abby<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Nzh2sullNryGIJqrjw86cngCdvjVohzUBeBL1XUxE8Q0lJDx7g-J0aaxQm0FsepQAOt8YLD14sxJTEBhKbCNSxkpDZzhzl1poYfvsVUwPZT0jY1-t2HT4JSrNY4T95LpeWC3qChzXiVB/s1600-h/IMG_2074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606234872260770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Nzh2sullNryGIJqrjw86cngCdvjVohzUBeBL1XUxE8Q0lJDx7g-J0aaxQm0FsepQAOt8YLD14sxJTEBhKbCNSxkpDZzhzl1poYfvsVUwPZT0jY1-t2HT4JSrNY4T95LpeWC3qChzXiVB/s320/IMG_2074.jpg" border="0" /></a> Girls ONLY!<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbBzc6Q08rPafNfJdArsTO-0iqnr6WikDOqv3dwYS46vb_cDrf5XAoGrqud_-7KDRPlgqYiiKVXag9BEu1jvO3DAMo6_I4hrTFEHgM3IIVS8k8FWgJNPSciB7XrVCVDRsvHY-UNnqPt99/s1600-h/IMG_2067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606227766201746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbBzc6Q08rPafNfJdArsTO-0iqnr6WikDOqv3dwYS46vb_cDrf5XAoGrqud_-7KDRPlgqYiiKVXag9BEu1jvO3DAMo6_I4hrTFEHgM3IIVS8k8FWgJNPSciB7XrVCVDRsvHY-UNnqPt99/s320/IMG_2067.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mom and Mikayla (before she left for another party)</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606231125351138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiry1xjr035Vx5w_cObOpL1DuQW6EcjbBRS7GfNH6pa-x95EOtda5l_AKysTyNPoGFekPF3wwX_YrslxyBBujO8vTSBVdhzQmY1I2ni6xLUljQJTS0dTSp4rYOVEEg1bMBP5aWDCfICAuvl/s320/IMG_2072.jpg" border="0" />My beautiful mom! Happy Birthday mom - I love you SO much!<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-12226005658060710192009-06-29T14:07:00.000-07:002009-06-29T14:29:28.255-07:00Panama City Beach, Florida<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKEktIbdk_OscJ6Ln0WUE2Inh3H_tduLGkStb6scNAp8-BTjbPiyC1xgP_Gc3-daOlHqHQ96BdA05NwUbZOO0bQtRdQ_RGk4zKemj_uMcALUiEZnHuUFITGszEpoqBvM1cQbwjaRNqvIa/s1600-h/joty-pcb-fl-09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352859462788803474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKEktIbdk_OscJ6Ln0WUE2Inh3H_tduLGkStb6scNAp8-BTjbPiyC1xgP_Gc3-daOlHqHQ96BdA05NwUbZOO0bQtRdQ_RGk4zKemj_uMcALUiEZnHuUFITGszEpoqBvM1cQbwjaRNqvIa/s400/joty-pcb-fl-09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Last week Tyler and I got to go with the youth group from our church to Panama City Beach, Florida for an AMAZING summer camp. We went with almost 80 students and 20 or so adults. After a bumpy start (blowing a flat in Mississippi on the charter bus and spending 4 hours at a McDonalds) it was incredible! I have never been to such a fabulous camp with such incredible students. These kids totally opened up their hearts and let the Lord move them in a mighty way. The beach was beautiful and we had a terrific time! Here are a few pics from the week.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DOs9Rw9sWyaoTPTfBCWS5RihgjzAnHoLR4qGT4MiU9gIe7-fPMWkx0XkqsCctU8J21xAfCkVnOI7o-tX2ok8FryDf7l23x3pA_8_Knt9wAXNgO788vg7jY11zcYzX-mul3hmFpqjt6Cy/s1600-h/IMG_1780%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352862924152597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DOs9Rw9sWyaoTPTfBCWS5RihgjzAnHoLR4qGT4MiU9gIe7-fPMWkx0XkqsCctU8J21xAfCkVnOI7o-tX2ok8FryDf7l23x3pA_8_Knt9wAXNgO788vg7jY11zcYzX-mul3hmFpqjt6Cy/s400/IMG_1780%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> Some of the adult ladies - sporting our "mom suits" :)<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGdecFiQnvl5eu-3EFdH82l74zIvBzedgJB3Y5SzxlA8l8BtutngjWNhUeowKXcO8V4vMuh7RENT4QLaFHSDHZTnEuSioI3idL1-GIDMhzoD10Rtzi_S7FHlKiOnXFaCo3RHfjJBIWZ7C/s1600-h/IMG_1919%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352862923089096370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGdecFiQnvl5eu-3EFdH82l74zIvBzedgJB3Y5SzxlA8l8BtutngjWNhUeowKXcO8V4vMuh7RENT4QLaFHSDHZTnEuSioI3idL1-GIDMhzoD10Rtzi_S7FHlKiOnXFaCo3RHfjJBIWZ7C/s400/IMG_1919%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> Yamelis, Diane, Jodi, Jodi and Heather enjoying the sun!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAKW-kPnUs65xt8V3Yl_Z2BJh_JEjo9SkN0YAdwV4VCkeskucMBZNjYuTM5BOpKRlwwWhBSjPPt4ypTKB6S7U1rEhqMs8gsPQAAGJaS5ELRr2hzeQ9QKD_Pg0-nMlM1eUv6obT6m_SX0z/s1600-h/IMG_1751%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352862917845902642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAKW-kPnUs65xt8V3Yl_Z2BJh_JEjo9SkN0YAdwV4VCkeskucMBZNjYuTM5BOpKRlwwWhBSjPPt4ypTKB6S7U1rEhqMs8gsPQAAGJaS5ELRr2hzeQ9QKD_Pg0-nMlM1eUv6obT6m_SX0z/s400/IMG_1751%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> Tyler and I in the worship room<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrBjkC6aS-_ufRV8o3DZ-OWuVdGcsfhOSTWQ4D2qUjE4_8EJIASBc22MccgppcMu_GWaEx_-LWPW_9yMZjopO7fS3x22WYDE9O69dC__vzmwDh0gsKbmKSmNFn0W61giX6oGCx8XwTIEK/s1600-h/IMG_1738%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352862906941716530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrBjkC6aS-_ufRV8o3DZ-OWuVdGcsfhOSTWQ4D2qUjE4_8EJIASBc22MccgppcMu_GWaEx_-LWPW_9yMZjopO7fS3x22WYDE9O69dC__vzmwDh0gsKbmKSmNFn0W61giX6oGCx8XwTIEK/s400/IMG_1738%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a>Heather and I resting on the white sand<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59Lnr8uj2Sk8fGSFO_VNlX6nmGpl1Td0p71CI7wGRtODSmDdTNxjNFLM2pGtua-ngihO5X2lpk1BzqQmVzQs32Mnv2crehFSdOCSPeoO8XGGfeYdp8mYpF1wq0xIPHrTTX32EEYTXfMLx/s1600-h/IMG_2020%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352862906660822914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59Lnr8uj2Sk8fGSFO_VNlX6nmGpl1Td0p71CI7wGRtODSmDdTNxjNFLM2pGtua-ngihO5X2lpk1BzqQmVzQs32Mnv2crehFSdOCSPeoO8XGGfeYdp8mYpF1wq0xIPHrTTX32EEYTXfMLx/s400/IMG_2020%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> Jodi squared playing in the water<br /></div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352864572564846498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtg-1uImBb8DQHED5MvYjAtfQ_fPCW5VvrpMGnlvgVo1aIrAet_1mirO4hJlMLQkZ025PqagRNl1m_xwsVZB2tEg8E92RTgdoVPeBq5Flgkj7qepfAH9xKHCMUrzJLXg9vIe1SMOSoLkqn/s400/IMG_1746%5B1%5D" border="0" />My honey getting his tan on!<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-61308321887179993802009-06-14T11:25:00.000-07:002009-06-14T11:41:05.256-07:00Seperated at birth...Last year around the beginning of the year Tyler and I met another couple from our church named Kelley and Heidi. We knew very quickly that we would become great friends with them. However, Heidi and I quickly realized that our husbands are almost the same person. We think they were secretly seperated at birth because they really could be brothers. Tyler is an extremely funny person to begin with and so is Kelley - but when they are together it is almost more than one person can handle. Heidi and I often find ourselves laughing along and rolling our eyes at how silly these boys get. They come up with the strangest sayings and ideas and schemes and they work together to get want the want from Heidi and I.<br /><br /><br />The topic they are trying very hard to convince Heidi and I of right now is to fly to Spain in July so they can run with the bulls. Yeah, right. In no way am I even considering this, but it is so funnny to listen to them try to convince us. They say that they don't have to run faster than the bulls, they just have to be faster than the little Spanish men running behind them. Ha...this does not comfort me AT ALL to the idea. But, I appreciate thier valiant efforts of persuasion.<br /><br /><br />Last week was Kelley's birthday and Heidi threw him a little shing-dig last night. We went over and had a blast, of course. I tried to be a good "mom" and take pics of the party.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I tried to get Kelley and Tyler to seriously get together for a pic - </div><div align="center">all I got was CHEESE grins and high school prom poses...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTRapocYtemtNgmHHJYSblaL2KMtGKw-cF9nMMrufegzjGrrWBJNhPM8I_qihEE3ymp47I5J4VtZoQ9vnfOm1XDfAzZFOSJReytK_aE_FuGwg__wlOQzmB2vMoaQe1tzHesYyZSUHanA9/s1600-h/IMG_1617.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253667343888770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTRapocYtemtNgmHHJYSblaL2KMtGKw-cF9nMMrufegzjGrrWBJNhPM8I_qihEE3ymp47I5J4VtZoQ9vnfOm1XDfAzZFOSJReytK_aE_FuGwg__wlOQzmB2vMoaQe1tzHesYyZSUHanA9/s320/IMG_1617.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZSZD7fHTgQnYcLWWEHI_b1MNSrG1QzQILMvXf49kcDHTGipbmnrrzFA7goHcmDNjtLVXWqYN3WyxGMzMpX6ZL3uVTJmjFGnHNgWOMiUX7VIO5lCJ0GsRyzX9uECcXK1t7WDWWGCrZFGy/s1600-h/IMG_1616.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253662915018850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZSZD7fHTgQnYcLWWEHI_b1MNSrG1QzQILMvXf49kcDHTGipbmnrrzFA7goHcmDNjtLVXWqYN3WyxGMzMpX6ZL3uVTJmjFGnHNgWOMiUX7VIO5lCJ0GsRyzX9uECcXK1t7WDWWGCrZFGy/s320/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqwek2h51wOrBgW5leoUazwPj1zfbkfFxOUbWa8pox8g5kEKtd3NwbvqdpfI-VPNs7qELCMx_zs0TKEsi4cdHCRk4zjJeu6WC252-oLHjXrOh_s-JioGUQ3-vGMOhyphenhyphenKFn3-HYvnLiD7MZ/s1600-h/IMG_1614.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253658396888626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqwek2h51wOrBgW5leoUazwPj1zfbkfFxOUbWa8pox8g5kEKtd3NwbvqdpfI-VPNs7qELCMx_zs0TKEsi4cdHCRk4zjJeu6WC252-oLHjXrOh_s-JioGUQ3-vGMOhyphenhyphenKFn3-HYvnLiD7MZ/s320/IMG_1614.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim46Kwrpmmnsy2zwiHikCcg4ciFhTmdwKpac-GkIUfk-qLmF8QJyAU_Grjgj7p9YTlN31sHilj-L1UPBFqqS6TnbaaFnLc2YpOqYG8ON-86N35ZQc5RkObAPI9P1FxY1FZ-78wdWs_ge66/s1600-h/IMG_1613.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253654737165442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim46Kwrpmmnsy2zwiHikCcg4ciFhTmdwKpac-GkIUfk-qLmF8QJyAU_Grjgj7p9YTlN31sHilj-L1UPBFqqS6TnbaaFnLc2YpOqYG8ON-86N35ZQc5RkObAPI9P1FxY1FZ-78wdWs_ge66/s320/IMG_1613.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Heidi and Kelley - Birthday Boy<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6aZHSlDjxEIX8m6sCKBf9hPkUKsLs9F-yG1oBSnRhN2DQGAopbx_-4EFrxpdnkhKGEHGpsx245j4TtRDt4cGMe1yGDiULkHkvN6yHWgBtFUxfS0i0nt1KdGotFMlHeaBHfCdXaHF10Ns/s1600-h/IMG_1609.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253650491043890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6aZHSlDjxEIX8m6sCKBf9hPkUKsLs9F-yG1oBSnRhN2DQGAopbx_-4EFrxpdnkhKGEHGpsx245j4TtRDt4cGMe1yGDiULkHkvN6yHWgBtFUxfS0i0nt1KdGotFMlHeaBHfCdXaHF10Ns/s320/IMG_1609.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Whitney and Jess - two of my awesome Bible Study girls!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzS-lyqb8h5bka5IyrzpJ1BbV4LSL0ZaAk169vlbIgMOkfyeJS5RKn6azH0YKzzZjdEFi7ETg_croot7NduU7MOe-e2Z7O4RfufNYC1LKlYEj17idO2QEYYsXVTxHW54Nlsx6FF61_HCr/s1600-h/IMG_1590.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253253629777970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzS-lyqb8h5bka5IyrzpJ1BbV4LSL0ZaAk169vlbIgMOkfyeJS5RKn6azH0YKzzZjdEFi7ETg_croot7NduU7MOe-e2Z7O4RfufNYC1LKlYEj17idO2QEYYsXVTxHW54Nlsx6FF61_HCr/s320/IMG_1590.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kelley and his sister Eve - she agrees with us about the Seperations from birth theory<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZR0bAMvFTg_7487W9FyG16kF_8JsCaRpfyuqMlVpFF5q4-NxjMiVb2jmqDjBRkSq9qks5v4E1LDndibUXgZPUbYirzV30HXoF48nztTOm5MlpNiy4i2c5qFDoS5_GbZbhca2QCG-023v/s1600-h/IMG_1603.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253248512821810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZR0bAMvFTg_7487W9FyG16kF_8JsCaRpfyuqMlVpFF5q4-NxjMiVb2jmqDjBRkSq9qks5v4E1LDndibUXgZPUbYirzV30HXoF48nztTOm5MlpNiy4i2c5qFDoS5_GbZbhca2QCG-023v/s320/IMG_1603.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kelley and Heidi again<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnXIK3jdJkNSMobq5dN4SAfWgcsajVyptZtkf7iunvnVIbiQUeQPyz6p8InlnuEmz4kw0qCMFaFezf2Y47IfEYYCNdgY1xSVulo9mg1ftyX8yN7tLtYLBVBQrBEHA0oaESTEdllhSV7HN/s1600-h/IMG_1595.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253245701361538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnXIK3jdJkNSMobq5dN4SAfWgcsajVyptZtkf7iunvnVIbiQUeQPyz6p8InlnuEmz4kw0qCMFaFezf2Y47IfEYYCNdgY1xSVulo9mg1ftyX8yN7tLtYLBVBQrBEHA0oaESTEdllhSV7HN/s320/IMG_1595.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me and my sweet honey<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIe0DIjKBAUDb8V_mZxHrD6N-jUS0qnoZzaXFXUksjzYqFAbGqbCZbMcOz8UUJC9dHCFYB_-71AG-nE0q6OIn8sZrVAhbw6m8lxeZ09rFJMj0zw__5TbeeQQc8kqEkHcZHGyDEEPgRuo-v/s1600-h/IMG_1587.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253238665219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIe0DIjKBAUDb8V_mZxHrD6N-jUS0qnoZzaXFXUksjzYqFAbGqbCZbMcOz8UUJC9dHCFYB_-71AG-nE0q6OIn8sZrVAhbw6m8lxeZ09rFJMj0zw__5TbeeQQc8kqEkHcZHGyDEEPgRuo-v/s320/IMG_1587.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Heidi - the real wives of crazy boys - it could be a sitcom...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82e7E-0mZQqgTM4jmHwhBkMTSOp3K7X5MoJqGMJCi-BOt__ub6h8rA5phMmFjQVe076vMySKMtm6IZskKGaX9Gyd3rNRPWxDyuBM-_vWeLXnRNPAox25O7pxNNBhpIPDBKOuQKhxrxegm/s1600-h/IMG_1586.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253234440545954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82e7E-0mZQqgTM4jmHwhBkMTSOp3K7X5MoJqGMJCi-BOt__ub6h8rA5phMmFjQVe076vMySKMtm6IZskKGaX9Gyd3rNRPWxDyuBM-_vWeLXnRNPAox25O7pxNNBhpIPDBKOuQKhxrxegm/s320/IMG_1586.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Needless to say - they are just another awesome friendship that we have been blessed with - God is SO good - He really knows what kinds of people we love and He just keeps giving us more!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-45533112917613594912009-05-30T20:02:00.000-07:002009-05-30T20:14:27.276-07:00Memorial Day Weekend<div>Last weekend we went with our Bible Study group (who is totally amazing!) to a lake house on Lake Conroe. One of the girls in our groups parents (Frida and Bill, THANKS!) have a gorgeous house that they have let us borrow a couple times. It is awesome and everything that Tyler and I want in a lake house when we are able to afford that, which is VERY far into the future! Anyway, there were 10 of us there and we had a fantastic time! I love my group and the friends we have made and the relationships that we are continuing to build through it. Everytime we hang out together we have such a great time! We love you guys and girls!! Here are some pics of T$ and I soakin' up the sun, well, more him soaking up the sun, I have to use so much SPF that I block out ever drop...)</div><br /><p></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Fs6hol2xhR1zW2y_KJGsyWomkPQpkYa9Vp7BJM0YnyDt2LjyjqJ3y3zvil7aN71Bw28llWD5hCeyk9M1Rz_tsIo9sTWYV3SnV1xXeDWD9EWXebTqQOx5EuFyNxniTmP81b-pBo4RLaRu/s1600-h/memwknd7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341820338414914194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Fs6hol2xhR1zW2y_KJGsyWomkPQpkYa9Vp7BJM0YnyDt2LjyjqJ3y3zvil7aN71Bw28llWD5hCeyk9M1Rz_tsIo9sTWYV3SnV1xXeDWD9EWXebTqQOx5EuFyNxniTmP81b-pBo4RLaRu/s320/memwknd7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKZem6lKZ3bI2CXuDK7DS12aKoRINZ3iZuPjA55T3XRLUs2lczuMzWnnzPZhqUPWd_pJB60fsmrHFRpszmaNFrGO0_MZfx14g7cYTT9WAx-7kLUjFyi6lgWLA8wj8JJ7GtrWVV1GQscMm/s1600-h/memwknd3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341820331955038050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKZem6lKZ3bI2CXuDK7DS12aKoRINZ3iZuPjA55T3XRLUs2lczuMzWnnzPZhqUPWd_pJB60fsmrHFRpszmaNFrGO0_MZfx14g7cYTT9WAx-7kLUjFyi6lgWLA8wj8JJ7GtrWVV1GQscMm/s320/memwknd3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341820972173406290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEG-0GSY0wwdDiSb8NvdO_w3-ROCGuSszisg6WSD4iqDVJW4SfI_dDC51aE3jXgXldtB5JfiDrfTwMOyAOuvAqQfsl9Cx1z6DJAsajYILS45YbopcMEKj6VpCrXpThVLajkf0D1WKcgZe/s320/memwknd4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSk61TYGV2YqoojkjqkipkaNNwfnAKe39ZEyCAXQzSjC7E44BdYL6xW9Bb06caggEJWVJpBht8GR_aYDy-0vYPrc5fs0-lmsaCATRGXUOA0aJF79oRJ78vSL53q9rjcsal03sjtUhA7Xg/s1600-h/memwknd1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341820329219701858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSk61TYGV2YqoojkjqkipkaNNwfnAKe39ZEyCAXQzSjC7E44BdYL6xW9Bb06caggEJWVJpBht8GR_aYDy-0vYPrc5fs0-lmsaCATRGXUOA0aJF79oRJ78vSL53q9rjcsal03sjtUhA7Xg/s320/memwknd1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-35366838546437522322009-05-14T19:45:00.000-07:002009-05-14T19:58:05.314-07:00Tyler's Blog<div>Tyler's company (Sweet Leaf Tea) had a blog contest to win a guitar and Tyler had an entry. I might have helped him a little with my expansive vocabulary and hilarious wit. :) I asked him if I could post it on my blog and I got the ok - I will let you know when he wins (I think he should anyway)! Enjoy - and let me know if you think he should win too!<br /><br /></div><div><em><strong>Sweet Ticket<br /></strong></em>- Tyler Rohr, Houston ASM<br /><br />Last year I was a first time rider in the MS 150 and I loved it. I joined the Sweet Leaf Team last minute when someone else wasn’t able to go. For many, having not trained at all would have been a problem, but I thought I could handle this thing. I was in shape, worked out, played softball and basketball regularly, no big deal! I received a very rude awakening when I woke up in La Grange on day 2 to discover that my legs had turned to mush and I thought it would be near impossible to get back on that torture machine of a bike for another 70+ miles. But, I did it, and I had a great time, despite the pain.<br /><br />I promised myself that this year I would sign up ahead of time, train at least a month, raise the money for MS patients, and invite a friend to ride with me. And I picked a good one, the best actually. I invited my friend Kelley Rice (the infamous type of person that goes by his first AND last name) to ride with our team. Kelley is the type of guy that you could call on Friday at 6:00 p.m. for a weekend road trip to Las Vegas and he would say, “Can you wait 10 minutes, I gotta get some gas.” He is always up for something exciting and I knew he would not say no, I am not even sure if “no” is a word he is familiar with. He is one of those spontaneous, outrageously funny people that give you a good time whether you are looking for it or not.<br /><br />When I told him I was going to rent a bike for $50, he had to one up me getting something cheaper. He succeeded in this venture by finding a used road bike on Craig’s List that he bought for a grand total of $40. He also mentioned that through his stellar bargaining skills he talked the ominous salesman (think south Houston’s own version of the Green Mile monster) down by 33%. No beating that, right? Wrong. Oh, so wrong.<br /><br />This thing was a wreck. It was older than him; “date unknown” was how he so stealthily explained it. It was red, well; it was back when Jimmie Carter was in office. It has faded since the seventies to a lovely shade of fuchsia. The brake tubes had been kissed by the sun to a hue similar to that of a carnation pink crayon (you remember – the one you used in grade school). But, best of all was the fact that it was a bike made for a woman. No offense to any of you women’s lib activists, but this is a 6’, 230 pound man cramming every bit of his man body on a bike designed for a much smaller person.<br /><br />Now, none of these things discouraged Kelley – he was so proud! He got a steal of a deal, and he bragged to everyone! He named her (the bike is of the female persuasion, didn’t you know?) <em>Sweet Ticket</em>. He took her for jaunts around town to make sure she ran well and he saw no obvious major problems, except of course the size and beautiful color, which to him were no big deal. The pink brakes were a little rusty and there was a subtle squeaking sound if he got going too fast, but he thought those things could be ignored. Fortunately, after weeks of my urging he was finally convinced to take her to a bike shop and have her checked out.<br /><br />The best way to explain the showdown at the bike shop is to dictate this conversation just as Kelley so eagerly shared it with me (and anyone else who would listen)…<br /><br />Kelley (<em>Swaggering in the shop with every ounce of proud for</em> Sweet Ticket <em>that he can muster, approaching the salesman who is already amused</em>) Hey, man. I am riding is the MS 150 next week and I need to get this bike checked out.<br /><br />Salesman (<em>bemused</em>) You are riding that in the MS 150?<br /><br />Kelley (<em>shocked, how dare he hurt</em> Sweet Ticket’s <em>feelings, she can hear you!)</em> Yeah, what’s the problem? It’s a good bike, maybe not beautiful, but I’ve been riding it around and haven’t had any problems. (<em>as he proudly pats the crusty, grayish vinyl seat</em>)<br /><br />Salesman (<em>sounding condescending</em>) You can’t ride that all the way to Austin.<br /><br />Kelley (<em>with a look of wonder and hurt</em>) Are you saying that the bike won’t make it or that I can’t do it?<br /><br />Salesman - No man, the bike is actually in pretty good shape, but it is outdated, and you won’t be able to finish the race on it. But, let’s take a look and see what is going on and how we can tune this thing up.<br /><br />Kelley (<em>Trying to muffle his anger so that</em> Sweet Ticket <em>won’t see him lose it</em>) Listen man, just get me some new tires that will be okay and take a look at the brakes, other than that I think the bike will be fine and I know that I can make it. (<em>Propping up his kickstand and storming off</em>)<br /><br />A few days later Kelley went to pick up <em>Sweet Ticket</em> and called me to go with him to Sun and Ski Sports to get gear for the race. He was, following in true fashion, looking for the best deal on his gear. He found some riding shorts on sale and then went looking for a helmet. The cheapest helmet the store had was a skateboarding helmet. And, he got it. No worries that it was what he was going to be riding in one of the state’s biggest BIKE races, it was cheap and it protected his noggin, so to him it made no difference. Just for giggles it had a cartoon of a dog sticking it’s tongue out (take that you slow pokes, eat my dust!).<br /><br />After that he topped off the preparation for the race by purchasing a completely necessary accessory that no proper biker should go without. He wanted to get a spare tire, but because of the age of the bike and the specialty tire that it needed, he was going to be paying more for the spare than this entire endeavor was costing him. So, he left the tire aisle and headed for none other than the bells. That’s right, a bell. The “zing zing, zing zing” little metal bell that attaches to the handle of a 10 year old’s bike.<br /><br />So, needless to say, when the time came he was ready, more ready than anyone I know. I called him Friday afternoon when I heard the first day was cancelled and he was truly crushed. The rains and storms and floods had ruined all of his hard work and preparation. We decided that if day 2 was cancelled we were going to bike down to Galveston and back just so we could get good use of our bikes and gear and represent for the MS Society. Of course, Kelley also wanted to prove to the world that <em>Sweet Ticket</em> was worth every penny (and then some) and that she could do it and so could he.<br /><br />Thankfully, we did get to drive to La Grange and bike the last 80 or so miles to Austin on day 2. There was no time during that day that me and my $3,200 rented bike had to wait on Kelley and <em>Sweet Ticket</em>. After one wreck (not his fault, of course) and replacing four brake pads, we finished in Austin with our heads held high, Kelley’s highest of all. I haven’t known <em>Sweet Ticket</em> for the entirety of her life, but have no doubts that her proudest moments were flying past riders down the hills of Bastrop State Park and making sure that they knew what just happened, “Zing Zing, Zing Zing!” </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2M5PZNHola1GBvfLxjvfsWMDbRNq7UxsKSUAPJ26Cqo1HvyJC9qHujzK9ARild66jdDPLqijj9sJhv8JeSVePm4k06qnKQkSEOkvTW5DBdPEYJCKzhJk6wn13E8IGioeVG8-eZ8lzuZxK/s1600-h/ms150+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335878418665572290" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2M5PZNHola1GBvfLxjvfsWMDbRNq7UxsKSUAPJ26Cqo1HvyJC9qHujzK9ARild66jdDPLqijj9sJhv8JeSVePm4k06qnKQkSEOkvTW5DBdPEYJCKzhJk6wn13E8IGioeVG8-eZ8lzuZxK/s320/ms150+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Kelley and Tyler at a rest stop (notice the helmet :))</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMMUP1J9BrtSLigNaVv8itBLY6fnIC7bKqU1XwMWb13cflRDTDJuHYV-v1EAVShjX9XysvGYQ_pqEvt2N9_ijTyQLD0-1AYdhflk3lIkRu2X6XO0WYLUYED8pYfpkttjLhKT3rvXKBCWC/s1600-h/Sweet+Ticket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335878422024489554" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMMUP1J9BrtSLigNaVv8itBLY6fnIC7bKqU1XwMWb13cflRDTDJuHYV-v1EAVShjX9XysvGYQ_pqEvt2N9_ijTyQLD0-1AYdhflk3lIkRu2X6XO0WYLUYED8pYfpkttjLhKT3rvXKBCWC/s320/Sweet+Ticket.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Sweet Ticket</em> standing tall and proud (see the pink break tubes?)</span></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-2622901298800559762009-05-11T18:28:00.000-07:002009-05-11T18:36:31.010-07:00Welcome to the world Sophee!<div>Last week our friends Cameron and Ashley had their first daughter, Sophee. Tyler and I are so bummed that we can't fly to Oregon and go visit them and meet the beauty in person. But, unfortunately we just can't right now. So, today they called us through Skype and we got to visit and talk to her through the computer. She is precious and healthy and such a sweetie. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We are so happy for you, Cam and Ash. Welcome to the world Sophee - we can't wait to mee you! There are at least 2 humans and a canine in Texas that love you!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here she is for the rest of you to see!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334745161095627314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MoIivbukpSYpc_2VMlN33FA53mKs0vRCdxVpieIHXhkLQBvmMDiZEiMN68QiJOk-Q48olUakpc_Cacn2B0zCYprIi1WYBLfto88STxbm90Ncyc3FIFtONQHMV36K7nLvd3R9bl2pBQw8/s320/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" border="0" /></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-11726712776339566262009-05-03T11:31:00.000-07:002009-05-03T11:40:56.717-07:00He works hard for the money...<div>Tyler is leaving me today - I am bummed.</div><div></div><br /><div>He has to go to Wichita Falls today through Thursday for work and I am a sad sack. Everytime he goes out of town I become this mopey, pitiful mess. I don't sleep well, I eat terrible junk, I get to sappy and whiney and it is pathetic. He is just so fun and we really enjoy each other's company. He is pretty bummed, too. He doesn't even have a coworker going with him this time - poor boy, we will both be depressed and alone. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>But NOT this time! I have decided to not allow this to happen on this business trip. I am going to continue life as normal and keep myself busy - maybe it won't be so bad if I don't sit around being a bump on a log.</div><br /><div></div><div>I have a busy week planned, so maybe it will go by faster than the past few trips he has gone on. Besides, I have Miss Ava to keep me company (and she is good company)!</div><div></div><br /><div>So, if you see me between now and then - make sure I am being a joyful independent woman, not some miserable slug. </div><div></div><br /><div>Thank you!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331668801730371106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLyujljiNyVGHrBcfJ2BIuOfLCS4W-M45l3LZbOvG7xVNatrTVpdm3coYXLBer0PB7zQi15ePoj01TcE-ph3H46XyXbhy6K6JebgcoiNz5pUfwPO3qgPBdtlItu5cmnH1NhQf5CYfP_Pq/s320/joty.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-25659607189045694132009-04-22T15:49:00.000-07:002009-04-22T16:09:40.184-07:00Crocodile Duncan<div><div>So...There is the sweetest man that walks in our neighborhood every day. His name is Duncan, and he is awesome. He always stops to talk to us if we are getting the mail or out in the yard, he is so friendly and waves at everyone. He is ALWAYS smoking his pipe while he walks, it seems a little contridictory to me, but...whatever, to each his own, right? Tyler likes to joke that he only has 2 outfits because we only see him wearing one of two things when he walks. </div><br /><div></div><p>Outift Number One (if the temperature is below 70) = White tennis shoes, black socks, jeans, button down, black coat, scarf, black gloves, pipe and Crocodile Duncan Hat</p><div>Outift Number Two (if the temperature is 70 or above) = See below...</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327656448714770098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTx3dE6Wc3osyY9oXY5ndtLXG0jynqBW3UBwLInFLHcQMZfayf6Ye1KJWkZt-4qYiuGcIK5uiuQLLsr-ecr79JenZ5A9-BV8TvEfZscSaupa6BSL2aILeyv8EIyH8loWDthGU-hDzBsdb/s320/Duncan+Summer+1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>If you ever are in our area - make sure you wave and say Hi!! </div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-1914739984151322602009-04-18T21:13:00.000-07:002009-04-18T21:26:30.271-07:00Stop! Camera time....<div>I<span > hope you sang that to the tune of the fabulous, notorious, never-to-be-forgotten tune of "Stop, Hammer Time" by the unforgettable M.C. Hammer...</span></div><div><span ></span> </div><div><span >I got my new camera - YEA!!! Everyone celebrate with me!</span></div><br /><div><span ></span></div><div><span >It is awesome and I have had it a little over a week. I got it in just in time to be on the photo team for the Great Pearland Eggdrop - which turned out interesting...but that is a whole 'nother post I will not be getting into...</span></div><div><span ></span></div><br /><div><span >Anyway - I have been playing with it around my house and backyard and Galveston, whenever I get a free second - which isn't very often. I am trying to figure out all the modes and settings - I have decided the camera is smarter than me...but I will not give up! </span></div><div><span ></span> </div><div><span >Ava (my perfect little freckled canine) is a very good model and I figured I would just show you some pics of her, because she is pretty much the only subject I have had to "play" with. </span></div><div><span ></span> </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITk-4lKNMXCt-AXpTs0RsT6X78crKcs4iO5rNDYxWD_N5_gEx4aejOCLaO2HW4siLtPoFrwTUaPWsC7Ll7Uq7hd7b4O3FWCgcVmgaMfIsGPd1zl1j_aLKr2503MXbRSOYivkJn9oC5k01/s1600-h/IMG_0985.jpg"><span ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326252659911939090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITk-4lKNMXCt-AXpTs0RsT6X78crKcs4iO5rNDYxWD_N5_gEx4aejOCLaO2HW4siLtPoFrwTUaPWsC7Ll7Uq7hd7b4O3FWCgcVmgaMfIsGPd1zl1j_aLKr2503MXbRSOYivkJn9oC5k01/s320/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span >She is "showing off her figure." (as only Kellis would say :)</span></div><div align="center"><span > <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326252664440805874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSaPiZly1u-GJKndJ7-5flG2mCKOYKrKTtUbNt2FKPhOA9ybgzGRPwT8B2jdcTF7VxOrnUu0zJGMsCcWvOylDFx6gDUIRZc9IIfpi5Gg6cLXzyIcyXuSG-0Zu6VKc-KMDbMA6LD1CrZVmJ/s320/IMG_0974.jpg" border="0" />She is a jumping bean - playing ball with Tyler - she jumps to about eye level with him!<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5ARQZfIPCNnrHVS9zKlMikfhB1mAUAwKslx-0-WH9gXcADKC72n47nqnbTXIkfVhJgNLDqxbLfWVRjSrH0mLyfmI_umUb1YYbRuTfxcZwnheaxR1R9SEGgVL8Ldc1OC4n5q6X2E2LW71/s1600-h/IMG_0898%5B1%5D"><span ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326252657639058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5ARQZfIPCNnrHVS9zKlMikfhB1mAUAwKslx-0-WH9gXcADKC72n47nqnbTXIkfVhJgNLDqxbLfWVRjSrH0mLyfmI_umUb1YYbRuTfxcZwnheaxR1R9SEGgVL8Ldc1OC4n5q6X2E2LW71/s320/IMG_0898%5B1%5D" border="0" /></span></a><span > Looking FIERCE (in the words of the legendary Tyra Banks!)<br /><br />I love my new Canon Rebel XS and can't wait to take more and more pictures to show you!<br /></span></div></div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-55182611297629496902009-03-05T21:20:00.000-08:002009-03-05T21:35:22.577-08:00YeeHAW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEud8BpeCzTNSdQ5wtggauBwjpS9mM9LH65iU5I7NApA8UiDO2pvjl9N_7Akovnnw2PeoxV4NFtgD60Lb5bgPFLhDfUVFfBC8y9eeiftM_KpusfBgaIIj61d6N-46jP7gw9dZWMWqXqXm/s1600-h/jotyrodeo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943761445917570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEud8BpeCzTNSdQ5wtggauBwjpS9mM9LH65iU5I7NApA8UiDO2pvjl9N_7Akovnnw2PeoxV4NFtgD60Lb5bgPFLhDfUVFfBC8y9eeiftM_KpusfBgaIIj61d6N-46jP7gw9dZWMWqXqXm/s320/jotyrodeo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Tonight we got to go to the rodeo with our Jodi and Bryan and their beautiful tootie Scarlett. It was her very first concert and seeing Clay Walker as your first concert is not a bad deal! She loved it. Not just Clay, but the whole rodeo experience, and why not - it awesome! I realize that makes me somewhat of a cheezt cowgirl Texan type, but honestly - I LOVE the rodeo! Friendly Cowboys and Cowgirls, the stink of the Livestock show, the animals, the Cowboy culture and espcially the actual Rodeo. It was (and always is) SO FUN!<br /><br />We went to the kids section to show Scarlett all the animals and they had momma cows with their baby calves, they were all less than a week old, it was precious!! The tiny tiny calves were so sweet and toddling, it was adorable. And the sows (momma pigs) with their little pink piglets. There was one that had 14 babies that were born today - they were so little and squealy and their little hooves were still pink and fleshy - it was adorable to watch them fight to feed. Then there were these little lambs that had the cutest little tails - they would run around and shake their little tails, we couldn't stop laughing and how cute they were.<br /><br />Then we pulled ourselves away to go to the rodeo just in time to see the newest event, Mutton Bustin'. HILARIOUS! They take sheep and put them in pens, just like the Bunckin' Broncos or the Bull Riders, but they then put littel boys on them. Little 3-4 year olds covered in pads and helmets. The little cowboys lay down on top of the sheep and wrap their tiny arms as far around the sheeps necks as they can get them and then they let the sheep out of the pen and it jumps and kicks and throws the little boys off. It is SO funny! That's the makin's of a real cowboy! Haha - the boys were so tough and cute and excited about riding those sheep - it was so funny!<br /><br />Anyway - we had a blast and we are going again on Monday to see Lady Antebellum and I can't wait! Mostly I am excited about more Livestock Show and Rodeo, but the concert is always fun, too! If you have never gone, treat yourself - and take enough time to see all the animals and educate yourself, it is definitely worth it!<br /><br />Yee Haw - JJodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-38954187734111954362009-03-02T15:51:00.001-08:002009-03-02T16:09:19.048-08:00LONG TIME NO SEE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqE-BUoWIyoVTvuQNAoH_mBdvuzcXvlnCSo80doax_UXBFwYCw1h-dRodUvH5MVFDkXtjPvC0V1RonJGo0k5m8xXZ1oOLUEI53D-4P-PumO5mspdb0sdoN-lz0QXfDHE-flZgwzOMc8rKU/s1600-h/DH000020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308742466625782402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqE-BUoWIyoVTvuQNAoH_mBdvuzcXvlnCSo80doax_UXBFwYCw1h-dRodUvH5MVFDkXtjPvC0V1RonJGo0k5m8xXZ1oOLUEI53D-4P-PumO5mspdb0sdoN-lz0QXfDHE-flZgwzOMc8rKU/s320/DH000020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tyler and Jodi Rohr</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Big Beach, Maui, Hawaii - August 2008</span></div><br />So - We did go to Hawaii. Maui actually, and it was fantastic - it was, however ,8 months ago. Sorry for the delay. Many of you have fussed at me, I was just lacking motivation. I really am sorry I have been so long in this post! <br /><br />Anyway - The past 8 months have been a big busy blur. I made up a silly little rap to sum up the time I haven't been posting - but it was so lame I was too embarrased to type it up for ya'll.<br /><br />I am hoping that I will be more motivated to post regularly and hope that yall will hold me to it! <br />Have a fantastic day!Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-77859129833277534122008-07-24T21:00:00.000-07:002008-07-24T21:08:29.214-07:00Aloha!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcm2axi_vPHmzoaUM4hJfWQuCrpsvwVhP4liDKeRkFMW2iUOn2quK2C6VneZNI4yLIFqsK7WcbMjUJ16djR72Rl9Ry8EWZ-m3uY0Xy5R8goMWTPSNEdyh2RR3uP0UnEP8Sy8eHSmqQL5lo/s1600-h/maui+sunset.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226798403454893634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcm2axi_vPHmzoaUM4hJfWQuCrpsvwVhP4liDKeRkFMW2iUOn2quK2C6VneZNI4yLIFqsK7WcbMjUJ16djR72Rl9Ry8EWZ-m3uY0Xy5R8goMWTPSNEdyh2RR3uP0UnEP8Sy8eHSmqQL5lo/s320/maui+sunset.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>For those of you that I haven't had the opportunity to brag to yet, Tyler and I are going to Maui tomorrow morning for 10 wonderful days. We have been so blessed with all of the circumstances surrounding our flight and living arrangements and we can't wait! One of Tyler's best friends from Oregon is getting married to a beautiful girl from Maui and fortunately the wedding is in her home town. We decided since we were going for Tyler to be in the wedding, why not make a vacation of it. And that we did! I will take tons of pictures and post them when we return, see you then! </div><div> </div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-549221251577388344.post-69607288977844713232008-06-21T20:20:00.000-07:002008-06-21T20:28:34.468-07:00A Storm's A'Comin...Secure the Riggins!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHBUfmljIey75s3iP_wpFZdbA0AeczK6DM8qFUt02SxihIZsFsJuF5I3bht2X3C86PxWeLMnERnNwLeoReuN8xq-AD9au7tceiBn8I5Ih-Icj02DwU_rNlX2Q3XUd51T8aVme-Q0FjmBO/s1600-h/SANY0164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214541564878168146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHBUfmljIey75s3iP_wpFZdbA0AeczK6DM8qFUt02SxihIZsFsJuF5I3bht2X3C86PxWeLMnERnNwLeoReuN8xq-AD9au7tceiBn8I5Ih-Icj02DwU_rNlX2Q3XUd51T8aVme-Q0FjmBO/s320/SANY0164.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It seems that every day this week we have had a BIG, LOUD thunderstorm in the afternoon. Today was no exception...except that it was gorgeous outside and all of a sudden the clouds came rolling in. I took this picture about 2 minutes before it started raining and then it POURED. I wish I had a better camera so I could have captured the colors, but you can see how it just got SO dark so fast! Nature is awesome. I love when God waters my plants so I don't have to! Thank you Lord for a wonderful downpour!</div>Jodi Rohrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277201773230901083noreply@blogger.com0