tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26102757325245127392024-02-19T02:16:10.616-08:00The Wolfes"Nothing compares to the moment you were placed in my arms and I kissed your sweet baby face for the first time. Complete love and indescribable joy filled my heart from that day on."LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-107044054412267062010-10-23T23:00:00.000-07:002010-10-23T23:08:02.088-07:00Still Here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDczC-3NbU_slZFkmQGaRH9pOSKJ62SMlx1NpH4L9voqqqgi_g0URGd2o6RzkDfZPtb2219mUh5oIFc-2XSBBvlK1pXREsx4iTdgpYv0NHqMU5de6KI4FLRr6VWCs9SCSdx_tBwjqS20m/s1600/jack's+smile.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdDczC-3NbU_slZFkmQGaRH9pOSKJ62SMlx1NpH4L9voqqqgi_g0URGd2o6RzkDfZPtb2219mUh5oIFc-2XSBBvlK1pXREsx4iTdgpYv0NHqMU5de6KI4FLRr6VWCs9SCSdx_tBwjqS20m/s400/jack's+smile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531490219578923474" /></a><br />Hey friends, if you are still out there. Sorry for being MIA for the past few months, but I have been just a wee bit busy. I promise to do better, but I have been thinking that it might be time to go private. Leave your email address here, and I will add you to our list....yeah,I know what you are thinking... get excited to see a post every 4 months! I will try to do better because there is a really cute little fella who wants to share his smiles.LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-61589493424568034232010-07-05T10:48:00.000-07:002010-07-05T11:08:42.279-07:00UpdatesWell, I am a little behind. Jack turned 2 weeks last Thursday, and we are loving him more and more every day! He went back to the doctor on Friday because we thought we needed to change his formula, and we were right. 1 point parents! He weighed in at 9.6oz! That means he had gained 11oz. since his last appointment. He is my little chubba wub, but he is so long that he doesn't look that chubby except in his sweet cheeks. <br /><br />This is our 3rd day to be on our own with Jack. My parents were here until last Friday, and them my wonderful in-laws came that afternoon. They left on Saturday, and my amazing husband stayed up with Jack all night Saturday night and last night! I got 2 whole nights of uninterrupted sleep! It was like Christmas! I seriously haven't slept like that since early April. This momma needed that, but I sure was glad to see those cheeks when I woke up! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2Ru1jlvgye-NAnC7ibFfA6FMPbG9ALOfBS3OE4lYrPNBp6BqmXpA1nN-9IYdVbqGTvdstDRmFx6s6uYE4fm8dBq83NBFCWypXfg57QM1If1RpQrT8mMu45DHKZzVt7uVtFPAKp8EpbYj/s1600/P1010467.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2Ru1jlvgye-NAnC7ibFfA6FMPbG9ALOfBS3OE4lYrPNBp6BqmXpA1nN-9IYdVbqGTvdstDRmFx6s6uYE4fm8dBq83NBFCWypXfg57QM1If1RpQrT8mMu45DHKZzVt7uVtFPAKp8EpbYj/s320/P1010467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490482591349438034" /></a><br /><br />I need to wish my momma and daddy late birthday wishes! Daddy turned 70 on June 12th, and Momma turned 60, sorry Mom, on July 1st! We are truly blessed to have such wonderful parents...and grandparents for Jack! I love you, Mom and Dad, and we can't wait to see you on Wednesday! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJnnlpy7YFj_moOZuH0NcW25GLJVaeEYamHJTN4tKnw3LraJ1pFVdAkurDd65o5BK9UxUCWmTVR8ZVsEtkEYB23soIWgEFpApLJpol-zQ4zgkLkGZk7_8tz-le0ojz_lP3L-DcAtAEUZE/s1600/DSCN0026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJnnlpy7YFj_moOZuH0NcW25GLJVaeEYamHJTN4tKnw3LraJ1pFVdAkurDd65o5BK9UxUCWmTVR8ZVsEtkEYB23soIWgEFpApLJpol-zQ4zgkLkGZk7_8tz-le0ojz_lP3L-DcAtAEUZE/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490483253981606962" /></a> Happy Birthday, Mimi and Poppy!<br /><br /><br />Jack has been sleeping like a champ this morning, but I have a feeling he is going to need a bottle pretty soon!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAh_DkHythhM8PZ4mtas14HtVBJaD2VbuZfcWGJh-B9dLqaOuqpbLwEQraGW60P9ogba3qSD5SgJRjZsJRWbkLWNRVOiVncmvbag81ldimBBFswMFtBGRek5_7_Ckw8S3uxmDb8aCezwu1/s1600/P1010357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAh_DkHythhM8PZ4mtas14HtVBJaD2VbuZfcWGJh-B9dLqaOuqpbLwEQraGW60P9ogba3qSD5SgJRjZsJRWbkLWNRVOiVncmvbag81ldimBBFswMFtBGRek5_7_Ckw8S3uxmDb8aCezwu1/s320/P1010357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490484072366059650" /></a>Grammy and Pops holding their first grandchild!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0yUErjX80-A7wxAUV9iTtUOL9GJgDLfeV8aSWUcSBVjP8APirl4kN6qJLg4nPGHYxcDRnkkUVN2d2px_IJZnXdgSR2-PUKMTiPgbrp7YonBSjDrPx17ZWITjSXyutFPSj_K64iG7rAtg/s1600/P1010445.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0yUErjX80-A7wxAUV9iTtUOL9GJgDLfeV8aSWUcSBVjP8APirl4kN6qJLg4nPGHYxcDRnkkUVN2d2px_IJZnXdgSR2-PUKMTiPgbrp7YonBSjDrPx17ZWITjSXyutFPSj_K64iG7rAtg/s320/P1010445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490482297810873362" /></a><br />Fat, kissable cheeks!LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-13890921232210527162010-06-24T19:43:00.000-07:002010-06-24T19:58:39.024-07:001 week already!No time to write about what an amazing week it has been...probably the best week of my life! Travis is an absolutely amazing daddy, and Jack is more than we could have ever dreamed of. I am absolutely in love! I have cried so many tears of joy and feel so blessed to be his mommy...and this mommy has to jump in the shower while i have a chance, but I leave you with this handsomeness...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLewRI7pxEpSGXKiwM2tLiQX3FWTptCvEzyvepqG0VI5qDZUw5BJE7OIaoTQaSK-UyM3LlpuKusdea97LdaA20h1ro9S9-8R1X2sv9zXe3XV2qdwxL4UD8994rivPLr8ZK3GTQq39UAYLt/s1600/P1010404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLewRI7pxEpSGXKiwM2tLiQX3FWTptCvEzyvepqG0VI5qDZUw5BJE7OIaoTQaSK-UyM3LlpuKusdea97LdaA20h1ro9S9-8R1X2sv9zXe3XV2qdwxL4UD8994rivPLr8ZK3GTQq39UAYLt/s200/P1010404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486539942950987746" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkt9z2Jwd9p5kHxLeOnuyN_GYDPseXvpNTWWpiga7szeN5S3AyvYnn4IJVAh8VTRLrxsDEqGkvUo6GZWqycroYRI8l1JQiHVeI35r-JnAMMnpoYK3cHTXl30qx1KSdZlyDOD6r6zhCv8g/s1600/P1010406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkt9z2Jwd9p5kHxLeOnuyN_GYDPseXvpNTWWpiga7szeN5S3AyvYnn4IJVAh8VTRLrxsDEqGkvUo6GZWqycroYRI8l1JQiHVeI35r-JnAMMnpoYK3cHTXl30qx1KSdZlyDOD6r6zhCv8g/s320/P1010406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486540165189142338" /></a>LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-83340198595817855342010-06-18T07:09:00.000-07:002010-06-18T07:20:51.797-07:00Our Angel is HERE!I cannot tell you how in love I am with my son! He is just amazing....Travis and I cried the whole 27 min. ride to the hospital because we were just so overwhelmed by God's graciousness in choosing us to be Jack's parents. He is everything I dreamed he would be and so much more!!!!!! I was scheduled for a c-section Monday, the 21st, but Jack had other plans. My water broke, and boy did it, at 1:35 am on the 17th. We got to the hospital at 2:30, and Jack was here at 4:15 am....all 9 pounds 19 1/4 inches! He chose to make his appearance on my parents 37th wedding anniversary. This has been the most amazing 30 hours of my life so far, and my husband, parents and in-laws have been wonderful. It is so fun getting to watch Travis be Jack's dad. I see years and years of fun for those two. Thank you so much for your prayers and thoughts. They have truly been felt. Here are two pics of our little angel, but I will have to post more this afternoon because he looks different already!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87ubVNylWC-gIeDnI0dHjRqQjgzkMNmqsT7Jd-T-r8Y61-wU-061zubvzC3UnAN50udIqEyp5ZoLtDeCVaMKQBEncWzp7JdgdqdJGYZ0_VjUU3rA9gYr-2Nf7bmlpyxTHIFS7aQnLBBKc/s1600/Jack1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87ubVNylWC-gIeDnI0dHjRqQjgzkMNmqsT7Jd-T-r8Y61-wU-061zubvzC3UnAN50udIqEyp5ZoLtDeCVaMKQBEncWzp7JdgdqdJGYZ0_VjUU3rA9gYr-2Nf7bmlpyxTHIFS7aQnLBBKc/s320/Jack1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484117153583133746" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJoRCHL3fT94f8wFinq-T01ykX3ka56AI8HIC6jOuHN-V7knKsxUXoB9SsVcMTmZSR0yQqSzTJLBHE1gwdH6_javXtvr9jVlu2PSUpBxVuuUzbp00kKceKBy-ndWTktAbrO6GdcFJLG2H/s1600/Jack2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJoRCHL3fT94f8wFinq-T01ykX3ka56AI8HIC6jOuHN-V7knKsxUXoB9SsVcMTmZSR0yQqSzTJLBHE1gwdH6_javXtvr9jVlu2PSUpBxVuuUzbp00kKceKBy-ndWTktAbrO6GdcFJLG2H/s320/Jack2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484117401135341906" /></a><br /><br />"Nothing compares to the moment you were placed in my arms<br />and I kissed your sweet baby face for the first time. Complete<br />love and indescribable joy filled my heart from that day on."LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-38078389602045497102010-06-08T20:08:00.000-07:002010-06-08T20:23:01.703-07:00Just WaitingI know I'm just now in my 37th week, but I'm pretty sure the last time I felt comfortable was some time in April. I went to the doctor yesterday because I have experienced some swelling, but she was "not impressed" with my swelling. My doctor is super wonderful, and I really love her. She has a great sense of humor....she laughed when she lifted up my shirt to check Jack's heart beat. She said, "I am sorry, that was rude," but I just laughed too because my belly looked like a volcano! Everything was fine, but I was just a little concerned because his heart rate was high last week. They put me on the monitor then, and it had gone down within 20 minutes. They said he was just excited...really? What could be exciting in there? He seemed to have calmed down this week. My sweet friend friend, Courtney, and I went swimming today. Here is a pic from our outing...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3PTotCQheRX-BSG0yLvfwfXOIQUfqpRhvJY0BS1KJY_UNNeQUJKNI9nIDHACdaI21rF3MfYZMZq7foQqXByE9N_fU7lBXnbLp9eoi8xCtF50OKaOogkZjyTKsdNivZ_GtIE9Q4rjFEeY/s1600/happy-elephant-01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3PTotCQheRX-BSG0yLvfwfXOIQUfqpRhvJY0BS1KJY_UNNeQUJKNI9nIDHACdaI21rF3MfYZMZq7foQqXByE9N_fU7lBXnbLp9eoi8xCtF50OKaOogkZjyTKsdNivZ_GtIE9Q4rjFEeY/s320/happy-elephant-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480607661221242562" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yep, that's about what I feel like right now....here's one of me trying to get on the raft<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ4oH1q9q4Ez950L8M002K6d8SKVB3W84e3Jr_nFxMzzLAFRDsOATC-aLlLzdhJUPk3FjahKBj20AzJ09qUc381CNoqIdiQRqmdBdBJPZyT3qKGJIbjLJlqRNHP8IRGf-LqYtpJSM79Ol/s1600/_dsc1659w_hippopotame.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ4oH1q9q4Ez950L8M002K6d8SKVB3W84e3Jr_nFxMzzLAFRDsOATC-aLlLzdhJUPk3FjahKBj20AzJ09qUc381CNoqIdiQRqmdBdBJPZyT3qKGJIbjLJlqRNHP8IRGf-LqYtpJSM79Ol/s320/_dsc1659w_hippopotame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480607435923730514" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was great to be "weightless" for a few hours, but when I got out I felt heavier than ever!!! I think this is what it would feel like to have cannon balls in your stomach!!<br /><br />I go back tomorrow for my weekly apt, so hopefully there will be some progress. I am just so ready to meet our little boy!LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-30711372781161536762010-06-04T18:15:00.000-07:002010-06-04T18:16:38.954-07:005 Years!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5pRdmJ9-LMDzZE6kUrM5O8BNI1RWDjIZgB9Gliqv9RPi-0JPEo34P9vkGPsNBoa8FmI8IX5JAeo4OOOtGsUBY_I8uH2waItdBDoDZmdifvghZiw3iaKOXG5z3nGTWWGzFf-u9UKZEN_t/s1600/6056_1106723706176_1169280238_30501609_1200019_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5pRdmJ9-LMDzZE6kUrM5O8BNI1RWDjIZgB9Gliqv9RPi-0JPEo34P9vkGPsNBoa8FmI8IX5JAeo4OOOtGsUBY_I8uH2waItdBDoDZmdifvghZiw3iaKOXG5z3nGTWWGzFf-u9UKZEN_t/s320/6056_1106723706176_1169280238_30501609_1200019_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479092098518370242" /></a><br />Happy anniversary to my best friend! I love you more now than I ever thought I could, and I can't wait to see the daddy you will become. Thank you for your love.LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-10745447748936500622010-06-02T22:48:00.000-07:002010-06-02T23:04:47.177-07:00Many miles to baby steps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyOlxbKmtO3rDZEudOHIutw89iME1qiUib6YUJMtkkDaQMraTJsBQt2nNVPdU04SdccHZhG23cmR0kNh0g65ugJ8Qnox7h_Jr4HOXda-BvzJdbQnPIo0FGTb0DGnyB0xf1t6gTwqjCxzJ/s1600/dc27f916-afe0-43f2-aebf-6ef1bf496b0c.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyOlxbKmtO3rDZEudOHIutw89iME1qiUib6YUJMtkkDaQMraTJsBQt2nNVPdU04SdccHZhG23cmR0kNh0g65ugJ8Qnox7h_Jr4HOXda-BvzJdbQnPIo0FGTb0DGnyB0xf1t6gTwqjCxzJ/s200/dc27f916-afe0-43f2-aebf-6ef1bf496b0c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478424388348732498" /></a><br />I have been a terrible wife and have not bragged on my husband. I missed his birthday blog and his 2nd and 3rd marathon posts. To explain the name of the title, Travis has run 742 miles in 2 years!!!! Yes, you read that correctly, 742! He could have run to Toronto, Canada! He didn't get to finish the Music City Marathon this year because of lightning, but this preggo did truck it all over town to try to catch a glimpse of him in the race... so the next weekend he ran the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati. Just happened to be the same weekend as the flood, but thank goodness my sweet friend and Jack's godmother, Courtney, was here to baby sit me and assure me that my husband would make it home in one piece. Praise the good Lord, he did. Now I can't wait to see the baby steps...Jack will be here in 24 days or less, and Travis is already blowing me away with how he has taken such good care of me, our house, and prepared for this sweet baby that we can't wait to hold. He is going to be the best daddy to Jack, and I just can't wait to see it and take pictures of them in coordinating outfits!! So, thanks for letting me brag on my sweet husband, and hopefully our next post will be filled with pictures of our baby boy on the outside of my belly!!LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-60703665197650880932010-05-29T15:55:00.000-07:002010-05-29T16:23:05.474-07:00Jack's Room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQaJcnk65tc63a_eKqsnTftLfYNoc85FIT65kTeaA805gB3dfoeX5DsUZSZ06Ho2_woWZYNrWJMOieW4Q0irll9lS8vdLKfwtaMXZbv8rL1CHo0M06q3Dr-yphAq7gB6Mv1FLDi2gqcTi/s1600/P1010318.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQaJcnk65tc63a_eKqsnTftLfYNoc85FIT65kTeaA805gB3dfoeX5DsUZSZ06Ho2_woWZYNrWJMOieW4Q0irll9lS8vdLKfwtaMXZbv8rL1CHo0M06q3Dr-yphAq7gB6Mv1FLDi2gqcTi/s320/P1010318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476832296982569618" /></a><br />So my parents, Tyler & Katelyn all headed up to Indiana for the Indy 500 today. Laurette is too far along for us to be able to take a road trip like that, so we will be watching on our couch this year. In an effort to create a little of the race day experience, I have gone out and bought my KFC fried chicken and will put it in a cooler to eat tomorrow during <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovMPLeq1JiI">"The Greatest Spectacle in Racing."<br /></a><br />Things have been going well so far, but Laurette is at maximum capacity I believe. Comfort is a thing of the past and she has been couch sleeping for the last couple weeks. On a positive note, Jack has dropped quite a bit so that has taken a little pressure off of her back. The bags are packed, the car seat is in place and I have plotted my route. Now we wait...<br /><br />Since my parents are visiting my grandparents while up there, I wanted to post a few pictures of Jack's room. Laurette painted a lot of nice things for the room and we had some great help from both grandfathers with the bead-board (Thank you Mr. Clark!) and the painting (thanks Dad!). I hope you enjoy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivI1hvPIaEqKQ7qf4pmg6cJCa9A40yCE_BALylDbGvGcDB11YE5lT1Y5TzcnOVnjjfMVhRay0GvvT2C0K91j9BCSHh6bSSmRTg-OVytD29pIwEcT4QCfskkWYbc8NJrPEcb_FMKyxKr1fe/s1600/P1010319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivI1hvPIaEqKQ7qf4pmg6cJCa9A40yCE_BALylDbGvGcDB11YE5lT1Y5TzcnOVnjjfMVhRay0GvvT2C0K91j9BCSHh6bSSmRTg-OVytD29pIwEcT4QCfskkWYbc8NJrPEcb_FMKyxKr1fe/s320/P1010319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476832519701570562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2suBy79ZNUSgReyJzUVvBRpWGjKhd3zRDidgh3CyM9Sw7aQYbxwFTJSOd4GcXttFE1P-kBc7Y0cVzvcN53azvhK5ONfH4JhDKYYHH6EzJEehd1XpMMcoP-v0F-WfrC1gN4tMPAJ1OcIj/s1600/P1010320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2suBy79ZNUSgReyJzUVvBRpWGjKhd3zRDidgh3CyM9Sw7aQYbxwFTJSOd4GcXttFE1P-kBc7Y0cVzvcN53azvhK5ONfH4JhDKYYHH6EzJEehd1XpMMcoP-v0F-WfrC1gN4tMPAJ1OcIj/s320/P1010320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476832731214407634" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinz3wUk9VcVJcCUzS9DIuhV0XzKiuYI1aZuF2tyHfHo4BaRwBc1qLU8ThTiFM_0iwpDd9-K0QPLyYom1nRrgVPcJWGeChiuDjE6DCzVf8nNlHPG6qcTMImGH7WjaOxZibMTdaHrWvkQ8tB/s1600/P1010321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinz3wUk9VcVJcCUzS9DIuhV0XzKiuYI1aZuF2tyHfHo4BaRwBc1qLU8ThTiFM_0iwpDd9-K0QPLyYom1nRrgVPcJWGeChiuDjE6DCzVf8nNlHPG6qcTMImGH7WjaOxZibMTdaHrWvkQ8tB/s320/P1010321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476832950632583058" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpdObQeRcHaOlC9c65sTTWtN-c76wbS388F3WkBCheWjJpzYUzDhqhXt79XW7QbuFbbfrMJ22mXsZSx2waO9_yi008I9wnpvszXyDna_qzN44n14h4TD3lII6JaH7BCTAIJUbUAbfpQHk/s1600/P1010322.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpdObQeRcHaOlC9c65sTTWtN-c76wbS388F3WkBCheWjJpzYUzDhqhXt79XW7QbuFbbfrMJ22mXsZSx2waO9_yi008I9wnpvszXyDna_qzN44n14h4TD3lII6JaH7BCTAIJUbUAbfpQHk/s320/P1010322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476833145747610210" /></a><br /><br />This last one was pretty funny, for some reason while we were taking photos our dog Maggie decided to stick her head under the crib. I have heard stories about our old Springer, Muffy, sleeping under my crib when I was a baby so maybe Maggie is just getting ready.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvQxFucOZFHn3YRQbRICvhFUG6X0sgVYugYQn16Ob-hsO4D4TbC3I7OWOgmM6q8chXAP2KpjuePo1AyqcONaQ9aIxBCnJeMHkTjdAhDHtzaJzjD0oHWUiHMxlHCg36vsDZKpT-2SZ0cXs/s1600/P1010323.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvQxFucOZFHn3YRQbRICvhFUG6X0sgVYugYQn16Ob-hsO4D4TbC3I7OWOgmM6q8chXAP2KpjuePo1AyqcONaQ9aIxBCnJeMHkTjdAhDHtzaJzjD0oHWUiHMxlHCg36vsDZKpT-2SZ0cXs/s320/P1010323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476833324937418866" /></a><br /><br />Almost forget, here is a photo from our last ultrasound!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CqxTdMuwR707HzzSY7HkAhghXT-vfpyTM2BcpODsTwPEUEoCSw5uUzwzLcoOSIyNFO54sfUBQq0TdFrNPqjq0_0GwBdzMuz-lGTDiuXYbfVay54vcxMTPozx_RE8lSl4qNYCzUJ5mL1B/s1600/Jack+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CqxTdMuwR707HzzSY7HkAhghXT-vfpyTM2BcpODsTwPEUEoCSw5uUzwzLcoOSIyNFO54sfUBQq0TdFrNPqjq0_0GwBdzMuz-lGTDiuXYbfVay54vcxMTPozx_RE8lSl4qNYCzUJ5mL1B/s320/Jack+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476834595563994690" /></a>Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-24667501650984247392010-05-03T19:52:00.000-07:002010-05-03T20:12:20.890-07:00Though you walk through the waters.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirD9qRz4sxzv85xyeKqJ5cXGzXTTR_YPA546MzwD9S28jMYU47mKzLzM0726mTfGzqWyqP579Ss986UJcAANZZqFdoS-pbM0jbfkAomwH58thklhqNEHXl6BjhMwPjgLd0vALhxgu3Ve1A/s1600/OpryStageDoor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirD9qRz4sxzv85xyeKqJ5cXGzXTTR_YPA546MzwD9S28jMYU47mKzLzM0726mTfGzqWyqP579Ss986UJcAANZZqFdoS-pbM0jbfkAomwH58thklhqNEHXl6BjhMwPjgLd0vALhxgu3Ve1A/s320/OpryStageDoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467247313302794130" /></a><br />It should not come as news to you that Nashville is flooded. It's no secret that I hated this place when we moved here almost 5 years ago, but it has truly found a spot in my heart. And the people of Nashville have become dear to me as well...so my heart hurts tonight as so many are hurting and I sit here wanting to help but not knowing where to start. My mind has gone to the passage in Isaiah today that is a favorite praise song of mine as well...."Though you walk through the waters I will be with you. And the waves, they will not overcome you. Do not fear, for I have redeemed you. I have called you by name, you are mine! For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior." So, the only thing I can think to do right now as people like my dear friend and Jack's godmother, Courtney, wait for morning to break to see what devastation the Cumberland River has brought to their lives... is to Pray! I hope that you will pray with me for the people of this city. Here are some pictures that Travis found and uploaded to a flickr account to give you an idea of what is going on. We also found this Chris Tomlin video that truly reminds us that the He is still the God of this city. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49850674@N07/"><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/49850674@N07/</a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmC44K0xQLE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VmC44K0xQLE&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />on a lighter note:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrSlFQeCng5AYTAi9nXfSMUrXVp7MfjPaNXmr4iy87oiJZmGYpZfvANH9ZQRQ5CvGjpsVaXyheIVYqsTie062pWdFGk66KMu9Lc_R1k-jgDHBUJtV3Igi_N-Ve5TClaZuMnyG3dp_7zd4/s1600/buffalo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrSlFQeCng5AYTAi9nXfSMUrXVp7MfjPaNXmr4iy87oiJZmGYpZfvANH9ZQRQ5CvGjpsVaXyheIVYqsTie062pWdFGk66KMu9Lc_R1k-jgDHBUJtV3Igi_N-Ve5TClaZuMnyG3dp_7zd4/s320/buffalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467243595075609090" /></a><br /><br />Blessings,<br />Travis and LauretteLWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-74831120815421464482010-04-03T21:25:00.000-07:002010-04-04T21:35:03.440-07:00Bob Dylan - The Man in MeThis one is for all the ladies out there...because nothing says romantic like Bob Dylan's sultry smooth vocals...ha.<br /><br />This is a great song about a strong woman, but more importantly it is in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYsw0KVRjCM">the greatest movie of all time</a>.<br /><br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2s8_hCCHg4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2s8_hCCHg4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />The man in me will do nearly any task,<br />And as for compensation, there’s little he would ask.<br />Take a woman like you<br />To get through to the man in me.<br />Storm clouds are raging all around my door,<br />I think to myself I might not take it anymore.<br />Take a woman like your kind<br />To find the man in me.<br />But, oh, what a wonderful feeling<br />Sets my heart a-reeling<br />The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein’ seen,<br />But that’s just because he doesn’t want to turn into some machine.<br />Took a woman like you<br />To get through to the man in me. </span><br /><br />http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songsTravishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-15069758248769646852010-03-31T19:30:00.000-07:002010-03-31T19:52:06.200-07:00Baby Shower and Preggy PicsOh, what a week so far....I have felt absolutely HORRIBLE! Thank you Mr. Pollen, but you were not invited to my house! We have about 2 billion Bradford Pear Trees in our neighborhood. You have to drive through two rows on them to get into our neighborhood, and I think driving through tear gas would feel the same. This pollen attack has prevented me from thanking my amazing friends for my very first baby shower. It was so weird to think all these baby things were for me, well Jack. Even the enormous belly has not fixed the idea in my head. But Tricia, Amanda, Katelyn E. soon to be Katelyn B., Lindsey, Mims, Heather, and Katelyn W. set me and Jack up in style! He got some precious things! I can't wait to play dress up with him. I always hated Barbies, but I loved to dress my Cabbage Patches. Now I will have my very own Cabbage Patch! My friends were so sweet to plan this day for me, and it was extra special to share it with my mom, my grandmother, my Aunt Judy, my sweet mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law Katelyn who was also a hostess. Jack is very loved already and his momma feels the same way! Thank you friends!!! Somehow I also managed to talk Travis into taking some maternity pics, and I just happen to be BFF with the best photographer EVER!! Thanks Tricia for making my preggo-pale self look pretty good....well as good as I can at this point. We were just missing Maggie. Maybe next time. Thanks Tricia....I can't wait for you to take pics of him on the outside! So here are a few pics from the big day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzizlqKoxvd1L2xn7lgYUrsXzScIO6I8sR6HtIdw-yr5J7KuaUFVZY-7w1ldlr2nZMV9gLPQKWkOUxAfDy0KnsRLAkqnb5sY5zYG1q0DSDJ90gzxY2rZ7BCD5zwh9RYGkuZ5gSWE4-nnIp/s1600/Shower+pics+032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzizlqKoxvd1L2xn7lgYUrsXzScIO6I8sR6HtIdw-yr5J7KuaUFVZY-7w1ldlr2nZMV9gLPQKWkOUxAfDy0KnsRLAkqnb5sY5zYG1q0DSDJ90gzxY2rZ7BCD5zwh9RYGkuZ5gSWE4-nnIp/s320/Shower+pics+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994627222405682" /></a><br />Memer, Mimi, me, and JuJu<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQgrcLNLJzlBUyUn6-HSnnIpxdDVNhmtBxzA1qUL9GnY-tGDvYojoGdCRXtuXr7iZcykRrxMzkpb5kDCSzULRUX82vcQA5RXHSH9hivSh3Gl_qHMemHpcXEq573rn_tnSs1dIaWhQmP_8/s1600/Shower+pics+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQgrcLNLJzlBUyUn6-HSnnIpxdDVNhmtBxzA1qUL9GnY-tGDvYojoGdCRXtuXr7iZcykRrxMzkpb5kDCSzULRUX82vcQA5RXHSH9hivSh3Gl_qHMemHpcXEq573rn_tnSs1dIaWhQmP_8/s320/Shower+pics+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994441817348306" /></a><br />the best friends/hostesses a girl could ask for minus Heather and Lindz<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxajA6hCvLutK1k1ouEQqQwSsHMgVqgsfAzoXrdcTj9qm50-q1VXcTaq696XwaGTyHLdEi-2TFNUqdxxJpohkUbVoqDj7pOzCqNi375lOEZvG6KWUO2djf1MpgDJG0uz_rwLg9yLY1ikjV/s1600/Shower+pics+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxajA6hCvLutK1k1ouEQqQwSsHMgVqgsfAzoXrdcTj9qm50-q1VXcTaq696XwaGTyHLdEi-2TFNUqdxxJpohkUbVoqDj7pOzCqNi375lOEZvG6KWUO2djf1MpgDJG0uz_rwLg9yLY1ikjV/s320/Shower+pics+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994317037564194" /></a><br />the grandmothers<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_cfU6sgo1Kg6VddMRinL7ZCJVWV5eqJh9C3i558Fbjqp3kcBJPCuSXi8OCWBtCcSOML0m7sSe6Lkvi0n1hKfCRIcOrVFEYybuetcKuUwwcY-mN3khnFc-yCwp4dtFsulcdlwvFxeMPJi/s1600/Shower+pics+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_cfU6sgo1Kg6VddMRinL7ZCJVWV5eqJh9C3i558Fbjqp3kcBJPCuSXi8OCWBtCcSOML0m7sSe6Lkvi0n1hKfCRIcOrVFEYybuetcKuUwwcY-mN3khnFc-yCwp4dtFsulcdlwvFxeMPJi/s320/Shower+pics+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994715896370626" /></a><br />Sweet baby Kate! LOVE HER!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBF1ezRFPXotJK76K2r3gyHRxvsHapCFOlq1MMISyKpefWXaPhxllkk5Xk3JSimZSMLgWmAYTpfOfCeplaAMpCyOcQTHOt4F2WLISMGq5AtCow8d0ly3HmyHq7l80tRiVJjXL53tHwxJq/s1600/DSC_0271.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBF1ezRFPXotJK76K2r3gyHRxvsHapCFOlq1MMISyKpefWXaPhxllkk5Xk3JSimZSMLgWmAYTpfOfCeplaAMpCyOcQTHOt4F2WLISMGq5AtCow8d0ly3HmyHq7l80tRiVJjXL53tHwxJq/s320/DSC_0271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454996044882774322" /></a><br />and my favorite pic from the master photographer herself! I love that boy, and he is going to be an awesome daddy!<br /><br />Happy Easter!LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-15937256333472233452010-03-31T19:00:00.000-07:002010-04-01T07:36:40.501-07:00James Taylor - Not Fade Away<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWscOFLg_qM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWscOFLg_qM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />So today's song is a little different. The coolest thing for me was that little Jack was moving all around inside Laurette when this song was playing. I think after Paul Simon (post coming later) and now this song it is safe to say for sure this kid is going to have my love for music. <br /><br />Another great thing about this song is that it is a cover. When a band or an artist chooses to cover a song it can go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhEmwgzmMsM">really really good</a> or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0d7a_F9s3ow">really really bad</a>. <br /><br />"Not Fade Away" was written and recorded by the great Buddy Holly. If any of you are like me for many years I just thought of Holly as that guy with funny glasses and would sometimes get him confused with Roy Orbison..again another guy with funny glasses. There is still much for me to learn about Buddy Holly and his band The Crickets, but the longer we live in Nashville and the more trips to <a href="http://robertswesternworld.com/">Roberts Western World </a>(the best damn Honky Tonk in the world!) and the Country Music Hall of Fame, the more I understand the magnitude of Holly's influence on Country, Blues and Rock and Roll music.<br /><br />He was only 22 when he died in an awful plane crash with two other great artists of their day, The Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens. The crash was the subject of Don McLean's American Pie. The song that Madonna just butchered in the link above. <br /><br />In his 22 years he recorded three albums, was one of the first artist to write, produce and perform his own songs and has been sited as a major influence in the careers of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, and any one musician worth a damn in the last 50 years. Remember also that Buddy Holly's international career only lasted maybe 2 years at best and he was still able to make this kind of impact on people.<br /><br />The reason I love this song is because it has a simple Bo Diddley beat.. another artist that Jack will be hearing soon. You can't help but tap your foot to the guitar riff and the lyrics are simple and to the point. When you tell a woman that your love is bigger then Cadillac, I think she gets it..especially those colossal 1950's model caddy's.<br /><br />And since this song was a cover another fun part was discovering on YouTube, just how many covers of this song exist including a jammed out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7sNSduf7Gc">Grateful Dead version</a>, a very high pitched <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0wVtFY7ojo">Tom Petty version</a>, and a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnUVfdpDXQ0">Bruce Springsteen version</a> from way back in the day....see even in 1978 he was a little pretentious. BRUUUUUUUCE<br /><br />My favorite has to be this really old version below from 1964 by The Rolling Stones. Last year Buddy Holly's band The Crickets were inducted into the Musicians Hall of Fame here in Nashville. Keith Richards thought the evening was so important that he threw on a suit, found his best pairs of trinkets or whatever the heck it is he puts in his hair and came to our fine city to present the honor and jam with the band onstage. He said during his <strike>speech</strike> mumbling that there would be no Rolling Stones without Buddy Holly and The Crickets. <br /><br />It is amazing to think that such a legendary bands like the Stones and the Beatles were once upon a time just kids that loved to play American rock and roll and listen to Buddy Holly & The Crickets records. <br /><br />Even the great Bob Dylan couldn't help but seem like a little bubbling teenager when it comes to icons and their music. Here is what he had to say during a 1998 Grammy acceptance speech...<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">And I just want to say that when I was sixteen or seventeen years old, I went to see Buddy Holly play at Duluth National Guard Armory and I was three feet away from him...and he LOOKED at me. And I just have some sort of feeling that he was — I don't know how or why — but I know he was with us all the time we were making this record in some kind of way.</span><br /><br />The importance of Buddy Holly on our music today could be the subject of a much, much longer entry, but let's just say that there is a reason he was one of the first picked to be added into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZ8xM83fMhU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZ8xM83fMhU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br />(side note - watch Mick's little leg jive at the 0:55 mark and listen to the crowds reaction)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I wanna tell you how it's gonna be<br />You're gonna give your love to me<br />I'm gonna love you night and day<br />Love is love and not fade away<br /><br />Well love is love and not fade away<br />And my love is bigger than a Cadillac<br />I'll try to show it if you drive me back<br /><br />Your love for me has got to be real<br />Before you'd have noticed how I feel<br />Love real not fade away<br />Well love real not fade away<br /><br />I wanna tell you how it's gonna be<br />You're gonna give your love to me<br />Love that lasts more than one day<br />Well love is love and not fade away<br /></span>Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-77670545267680529062010-03-28T21:43:00.000-07:002010-03-29T20:03:33.999-07:00OCMS - Were All In This TogetherOne of greatest memories from the past year was New Years Eve. Laurette and I had the privilege of going to the historic <a href="http://www.ryman.com/history.html">Ryman Auditorium</a> for the Old Crow Medicine Show NYE Show. This is a band that we both love listening to so we were thrilled to go to this show.
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<br />The one issue was Laurette was just getting out of her first trimester and we really didn't want to push keeping her out all night and ringing in the new year with a bunch of drunkards so after the first half of the show we headed home. It is very odd being on the road at 11:20pm on New Years Eve. Everyone was either at there parties or downtown. We honestly were the only people on the road.
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<br />Luckily the show was broadcast on 650 WSM so we had the chance to listen when we got home, but my big stereo wouldn't pick up AM stations. We actually rang in the new year listening to my clock radio. We both found it funny that in this day and age when we were supposed to be driving around in flying cars we were actually ringing in the New Year on an am clock radio listening to an old time string band.
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<br />We danced to Wagon Wheel as the the clock turned over to 2010 and with so much change about to happen in our lives this year, it was a nice way to start things off in a simple, calm way.
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<br />This song is one of my favorites from OCMS. We will have a few more on the list as Jack grows, but the lyrics for this song are wonderful. Take a look at this amazing song about life struggles, supporting loved ones, and redemption.
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<br />Well my friends, I see your face so clearly
<br />Little bit tired, little worn through the years
<br />You sound nervous, you seem alone
<br />I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone
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<br />In between I remember
<br />Just before bound-up, broken-down
<br />We drive out to the edge of the highway
<br />Follow that lonesome dead-end roadside south
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<br />(Chorus:)
<br />We're all in this thing together
<br />Walkin' the line between faith and fear
<br />This life don't last forever
<br />When you cry I taste the salt in your tears
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<br />Well my friend, let's put this thing together
<br />And walk the path with worn out feet of trial
<br />'Cause if you wanted we can go home forever
<br />Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God
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<br />All the hour there's a picture in a mirror
<br />Fancy shoes to grace our feet
<br />All there is is a slow road to freedom
<br />Heaven above and the devil beneath
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<br />Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-46358991060038190642010-03-27T00:25:00.000-07:002010-03-28T08:06:50.633-07:00Travis - Love Will Come ThroughBesides having the absolute coolest band name ever, without these Scots from Glasgow you wouldn't have bands like Coldplay or Keane..well Coldplay probably would have blown up anyway, but this band certainly helped pave the way for them.<br /><br />Is this the second most important song on the list? No, but this band does have a pretty special one that we will play a little later on to Jack. The chorus of this song is great, but what i love most is its waltz feel. These guys know how to write a song that goes well with hoisting a drink in the air at a Pub and singing along. To prove that point watch the beginning of this live performance below.<br /><br />I wish I knew some deep meaning behind this song, but I just don't. Wiki says it is about an everyday real kind of love and not the hollywood movie kind. I dont really see that in the lyrics and have never really attempted to look into the meaning behind this one. I just like to keep to the fact that it just sounds great. It is a good song, period. Enjoy. <br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWHJnmleSlQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWHJnmleSlQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">If I told you a secret<br />You won't tell a soul<br />Will you hold it and keep it alive<br />Cause it's burning a hole<br />And I can't get to sleep<br />And I can't live alone in this lie<br /><br />So look up<br />Take it away<br />Don't look da-da-da- down the mountain<br /><br />If the world isn't turning<br />Your heart won't return<br />Anyone, anything, anyhow<br /><br />So take me don't leave me<br />Take me don't leave me<br />Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you<br /><br />Well I stand at the crossroads<br />Of highroads and lowroads<br />And I got a feeling it's right<br /><br />If it's real what I'm feeling<br />There's no makebelieving<br />The sound of the wings of the flight of a dove<br /><br />Take it away<br />Don't look da-da-da down the mountain<br />If the world isn't turning<br />Your heart won't return anyone anything anyhow...<br /><br />So take me don't leave me<br />Take me don't leave me<br />Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you<br /><br />So look up<br />Take it away<br />Don't look da-da-da- down<br /><br />If the world isn't turning<br />Your heart won't return anyone anything anyhow...<br /><br />So take me don't leave me<br />Take me don't leave me<br />Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you<br /><br />Love will come through</span>Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-51502840752951218732010-03-26T09:39:00.000-07:002010-03-26T14:37:04.137-07:00Fernando Ortega - Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://www.box.net/shared/static/yfg86iguch.mp3" width="400" height="27" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="window" flashvars="playerMode=embedded"/>
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<br />This is the single most important song in my life and I can think of no other song for my future son to hear first. The greatest memory in my life so far was at our wedding singing this song with the whole congregation with tears running down mine and Laurette's faces. I am sure this memory will soon be in second place once Jack arrives, but I still cherish that memory. The lyrics in this hymn are simply amazing and honestly bring me to tears every single time I hear it.
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<br />The background on this song and the author draws me even closer to it. If you have the time, be sure to check out the author's, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Robinson_%28hymnist%29">wiki page</a> to learn more...because seriously, everything is true on that site right??
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<br />It is an interesting tale, but what I love most is his conversion and the songs reflection on the massive scope of God's Grace.
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<br />I also love the story of the Ebenezer from 1st Samuel-7. At work I have my own little "Stone of Help" on my desk and it has always been a comfort for me during stressful times.
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<br />So here it is the first song for little Jack to hear... I have a few different versions I love, but since I don't want my son arriving into this world in skinny hipster jeans and galoshes...I decided to skip the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqKwSffyr2k">Sufjan Stevens version</a> for right now and stick to the plain jane Fernando version.
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<br />I promise that not all these posts will be as deep as this one, but you gotta start strong out of the gate, right!
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1. Come Thou Fount of every blessing
<br />Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
<br />Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
<br />Call for songs of loudest praise
<br />Teach me some melodious sonnet,
<br />Sung by flaming tongues above.
<br />Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
<br />Mount of God's unchanging love.
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<br />2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;
<br />Hither by Thy help I'm come;
<br />And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
<br />Safely to arrive at home.
<br />Jesus sought me when a stranger,
<br />Wandering from the fold of God;
<br />He, to rescue me from danger,
<br />Interposed His precious blood.
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<br />3. O to grace how great a debtor
<br />Daily I'm constrained to be!
<br />Let that grace now like a fetter,
<br />Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
<br />Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
<br />Prone to leave the God I love;
<br />Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
<br />Seal it for Thy courts above.</span>Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-85572560725118293662010-03-02T19:53:00.000-08:002010-03-25T20:30:34.742-07:00The Boy in the BubbleSo it is Travis and I believe it is about time for me to take over this here blog for a while. If anyone is still out there....hello...is this thing on? <br /><br />I have decided to do a special project. For the past month I have been playing music to Jack. Each night when it is time to go to sleep, I bust out the headphones and play something for our future son. I am about 25 songs deep now and I think it is time I start cataloging them. <br /><br />Now I am not promising that I have the best taste in music, but I do hope to give little Jack some insight on the music that has shaped me. <br /><br />This is not only something that Laurette and I really enjoy every evening, but I also see it as an investment in the future. As my father can tell you, I wasn't the most athletic kid in school, and I am not sure if that kinda thing skips a generation, but I do love me some music...so the future for this kid has to be in music. After all, Jackson Wolfe just sounds like an awesome songwriter name, don't you agree? Anyway, suggestions are welcome and I hope you enjoy. <br /><br />Apologies on the front end for the terrible grammar. <br /><br />Best, TravisTravishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-4265661298397783902010-01-30T11:37:00.000-08:002010-01-30T12:25:14.350-08:00It's a.....Well, what a weekend. We got about 6" of snow which started coming down in the middle of our appointment Friday morning. I had told my 1st graders on Thursday that if it snowed that I might not be able to get to the doctor Friday morning to find out what the baby would be. This really confused some of them. Jusbin wrote in his journal, "I hope it doesn't snow so Mrs. Wolfe can have her baby." Jusbin, thankfully that was not the case! They are so obsessed with this baby and are constantly asking me questions about it and telling me how big my stomach is getting! We have been studying penguins, and La'Dayshia brought a book up to my desk with a picture of a male penguin incubating the egg on his feet. "Look, Mrs. Wolfe, that pooch looks just like your stomach." Thanks, La'Dayshia! I asked them to write in their journals Thursday morning what they thought I was going to have and what they wanted me to name it. Tripper wrote, "Mrs. Wolfe will have a boy becuas boys are good. I will name him Spik." He ment to write Spike...we are still working on the silent e. La'Dayshia wrote, "I wont Mrs. Wolfe to have a gurl becus gurls are not hrd heded. And I love baby gurls. She will nam her KK Wolfe." That was "hard headed" to translate 1st grade-eese. So the boys will be excited and the girls will be sad because Baby Wolfe will be wearing blue! <br /><br /><CENTER><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jackson Walters Wolfe will be here in June</span>.</CENTER><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSZH-OBlvgSE-Qh6fTlvm3byf7QTJ68m3tUCtSQrY_RG4KdQaIWBK8-9MZ6qmOe7s4xWlZB5EhFb4m_TFhnZ0GPQkyd3tKIW-QOgh56BY7hv9QLv685yI-CbgHQSGc7iuNZl7Xw0m4VUi/s1600-h/baby+boy+blocks+beverage+napkins.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSZH-OBlvgSE-Qh6fTlvm3byf7QTJ68m3tUCtSQrY_RG4KdQaIWBK8-9MZ6qmOe7s4xWlZB5EhFb4m_TFhnZ0GPQkyd3tKIW-QOgh56BY7hv9QLv685yI-CbgHQSGc7iuNZl7Xw0m4VUi/s320/baby+boy+blocks+beverage+napkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432625448166760514" /></a><br /><br />Jackson is my mother-in-law's maiden name, and Walters is my mom's maiden name. I just love family names because I am named after both of my grandmothers. So little <span style="font-weight:bold;">Jack Wolfe</span> will be terrorizing Maggie before she knows it! We are so blessed because our ultrasound was "perfect" in the words of our doctor. She said it was an A+! And Travis was relieved that he would not have to watch girl sports....really....I was just excited he has 10 fingers and toes!<br /><br />In other news, I thought I was going to be a single mother this morning after our good friend Randall and Travis decided to "snow ski" down a hill in our neighborhood using water skis and some sort of poles - correction, broomsticks. I stayed inside most of the time with Paula and Annelise, Randall's wife and daughter. At one point I saw Randall running full speed down the hill to a parked truck with a ski right beside it. I was certain that Travis had skied under the truck....heart attack one of the day! They are so ridiculous. Here are the rednecks playing....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimniO0LQJJC4-rsRJCLzFEyIcMrWUTlj3ArDmAFr4Xb39qVg-b1I2LxxfgEyOOuji25UO8_XBoHbwVGf6YEUZ-zOzMV3d7646GsqKiCRQlRFlIQlN-bO3JBsdQabba9p_HOw1YL8igXIBg/s1600-h/photo%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimniO0LQJJC4-rsRJCLzFEyIcMrWUTlj3ArDmAFr4Xb39qVg-b1I2LxxfgEyOOuji25UO8_XBoHbwVGf6YEUZ-zOzMV3d7646GsqKiCRQlRFlIQlN-bO3JBsdQabba9p_HOw1YL8igXIBg/s320/photo%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432624028208303426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyblTzzsR9YDRAPyn-i9F4vzEoXiuefxn9cLoKqEKROE0HuCYdOUKMR8SMpR2XBun5xDN-cf1xWq4BVs5nxRtxOUCcSLwLbdtJgrRBHGT1fybiKWV9JXUFDqKujQXMcq3c9A2Ev5PlZuK/s1600-h/photo%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyblTzzsR9YDRAPyn-i9F4vzEoXiuefxn9cLoKqEKROE0HuCYdOUKMR8SMpR2XBun5xDN-cf1xWq4BVs5nxRtxOUCcSLwLbdtJgrRBHGT1fybiKWV9JXUFDqKujQXMcq3c9A2Ev5PlZuK/s320/photo%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432623942010169554" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Back to baby news....I called Mary Peyton to tell her the news. I thought she would be disappointed, but I think little boys have started to grow on her. <br /><br />Me: Well, we found out today what our baby is going to be.<br />MP: What is it?<br />Me: Guess<br />MP: I think it's a girl, no a boy. It's a boy.<br />Me: yep you are right.<br />MP: I wanted a boy, but can you make sure it's not as wild as ours? He is chaos and destruction!<br />Me: well, they can just be wild together. We are going to name him Jackson and call him Jack.<br />MP: I will call him Jackson Destruction!<br /><br />Where does she come up with this stuff? That's all for now.LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-4645756347682718502009-12-12T18:56:00.000-08:002009-12-12T19:19:29.863-08:00"Who has a baby?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4lSfkBTxuZKxyzeipjySdF-UDgul7PNKF6cpCiBWhE-Mb7x8f0hVh0tTKj7P2LR3HINGi5OSx2A9yz2o-BnefOngx_RJYb6XofSC7nYSzmo2qtugVRfUM9i_Y_QzxiofxBbRL6j0Bv4G/s1600-h/Birthday-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4lSfkBTxuZKxyzeipjySdF-UDgul7PNKF6cpCiBWhE-Mb7x8f0hVh0tTKj7P2LR3HINGi5OSx2A9yz2o-BnefOngx_RJYb6XofSC7nYSzmo2qtugVRfUM9i_Y_QzxiofxBbRL6j0Bv4G/s200/Birthday-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555048347828434" /></a><br /><br /><br />Thursday was a great birthday...number 27 for me. Travis and my friends at school did and awesome job, and I have to say this was the best Nashville birthday yet! I always miss my family on my birthday, but this year I had PLENTY of birthday wishes. Our Assistant Principal always announces the teachers' birthdays in the morning announcements, "Today is Mrs. Wolfes' birthday, so if you see her in the hall wish her a happy birthday!" Let me tell you that kids take this seriously...they may not hear anything else that is said all day, but they are going to listen for the birthday announcement dead gummit! So to say that I heard "Happy Birthday, Mrs. Wolfe!" 200 times would be NO exaggeration!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkSS3dmcnLnIcFkJWxfDe1Mx82wvGw_8vLbkl1_W1vqrZBRokls6WSIo2yV8j-bVo46UuETgIKzuLS0INye3EgUR5Mp_9aieQMriaIz1C-txjDooVje3Lr0gEJQQafoE5BEr5jCoZXaW3/s1600-h/baby_stork.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkSS3dmcnLnIcFkJWxfDe1Mx82wvGw_8vLbkl1_W1vqrZBRokls6WSIo2yV8j-bVo46UuETgIKzuLS0INye3EgUR5Mp_9aieQMriaIz1C-txjDooVje3Lr0gEJQQafoE5BEr5jCoZXaW3/s320/baby_stork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414554971933329362" /></a> <br />It was also a fun week because Tuesday we got to hear our sweet baby's heartbeat! 162...my sister is predicting a girl. Everyone asks me if I have a feeling to which I answer yes, nausea! It hasn't been too bad, but I can definitely tell that big business is going on inside me! We found out Oct. 12th, but wanted to wait a while to share our news. To say we are excited would be an understatement but I must add shocked and nervous as well. My dear friend Paula assures me that God gives you 9 months for a reason. I agree. So far everything looks healthy, but we certainly covet your prayers. Oh, I almost forgot to write about telling my students. I have been stuffing my face in class for weeks now...food is the key to avoiding the puke for me. So since I reached 12 weeks on my birthday, I thought it would be the perfect day to tell my kids. We have been playing "Shark Attack" which is my more politically correct version of "Hang Man." I usually get them to guess the title of a book, so a sentence was a bit of a stretch. Well, Rontaz finally guessed it with one letter missing..."I have a baby in my t_mmy." <br />Rontaz: I have a baby in my tummy.<br />Rontaz: (2nd time more fluently) I have a baby in my tummy. <br />Rontaz: Who has a baby in their tummy.<br />Me: I do, I am going to have a baby!<br />Class: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (16 kids went NUTS!)<br />It was awesome! They were so excited and wanted me to bring it to school...Uh, hello, it's right here. They were a little disappointed to know that Baby Wolfe would not make his/her appearance until after we get out for the summer. They want to see him/her when they come back next year...are you kidding? My child will not be visiting that germ factory! I am already looking into getting my dad to build me a sanitation chamber at the front door. Speaking of, can you guess what I got for my birthday from my school friends? Six bottles of Bath and Body Works moisturizing antibacterial hand soap. They know me so well.LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-52022379277623064712009-11-16T20:08:00.000-08:002009-11-16T20:11:53.445-08:00Rip!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkrSCfGiajEs13cCVYsXrgH0HU-EGiB0xc8_1K_bIDv9V_3K1pxU3TyFgOJZ6M0rt0db6V9e6gUVzk3rBcF9IR4i7fazsQ2Pk0Px-0w-jTxVp36y_wXTWY4S5ErRLOk4J7NJ5NxtaGEGu/s1600/DSC08277_medium.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkrSCfGiajEs13cCVYsXrgH0HU-EGiB0xc8_1K_bIDv9V_3K1pxU3TyFgOJZ6M0rt0db6V9e6gUVzk3rBcF9IR4i7fazsQ2Pk0Px-0w-jTxVp36y_wXTWY4S5ErRLOk4J7NJ5NxtaGEGu/s400/DSC08277_medium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404920420171207938" /></a><br />That is the sound that I love to hear when I pull one of my student's teeth. I LOVE to pull teeth. I think I missed my calling as a pediatric dentist. One of my kids asked me to pull his front tooth today...imagine me grinning with delight while singing "I'll Be Your Dentist" from Little Shop of Horrors. Don't worry, I only pull really wiggly ones...clad in latex gloves of course!LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-85244586554440159762009-09-21T19:53:00.001-07:002009-09-21T19:57:58.469-07:00DominationI know it has been a while....a long while. I don't know if anyone even reads this any more, but I have big news!!! Mrs. Wolfe's first grade class dominated the first grade tug-of-war challenge. We took home a sweet blue version of this little baby. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wk1jCseB8j4FRMneLCi1GoFFlhZ1RUVZQYGHWY12arGR2H-9imfHWMKHxB5drTQtZZeuFWwUWejaZgYXRr1hq3G-kzDmGOl4uhNuoDsFCP0BcUqLLsMEWBHKdDb5A-SUCBVPrt-_1YMT/s1600-h/Gold-Bodybuilder-Trophy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wk1jCseB8j4FRMneLCi1GoFFlhZ1RUVZQYGHWY12arGR2H-9imfHWMKHxB5drTQtZZeuFWwUWejaZgYXRr1hq3G-kzDmGOl4uhNuoDsFCP0BcUqLLsMEWBHKdDb5A-SUCBVPrt-_1YMT/s320/Gold-Bodybuilder-Trophy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384120024702639122" /></a><br />Rontaz and I arm wrestled today...we took a break from guided reading. He lead our class to a victory, and that is only one reason why I love that kid. More from room 127 another day. Until then, I must get my sleep to make it through another 12-hour day!Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-28153612663399000742009-05-17T14:54:00.000-07:002009-05-17T15:07:37.415-07:00Marathoner!I know it has been a ridiculous amount of time since our last post, but hey, we have been busy. So if anyone is still reading this, allow me to take a minute to brag on my studly husband. This post is way late, but I am procastanating finishing report cards. 3.5 days left...whoop, whoop! I have a pep in my step that I haven't had in years. There's just something about a summer vacation, but back to Travis. At the end of April he ran his first marathon, the Country Music Marathon. 26.2 MILES! and he ran the entire way. Tyler and Katelyn saw him at miles 12 and 18, and I caught up with him at mile 20 and the finish line. I was so stinking hot! I was miserable, so you know Travis was sweating it running in that kind of heat. He finished in 4 hours, 53 minutes, and 34 seconds. I am really proud of him considering he didn't start training until January, and we had some cold nights this winter....he ran one night when is was below 10 degrees! There is just no way that I would ever do that!!! ever!!! He stuck with it, and Maggie deserves a little credit too. She was his running buddy for part of the training. I wish I had a picture of them in their matching reflective vests that I bought for them. I ran with him the first night, got mad at him because he wouldn't wait on me, and never ran with him again. He really stuck with this goal, and I am so proud of him for accomplishing something that I could not nor would not ever want to do! He has already put his name in the lotto for the London marathon next spring....Motherland, here we come!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByqUf61JKLq0aoDUanl63hyz8soVHqsJcvLSMQsz927AcOuMkwX-SwFofy4Jd_7Bc9YX9Dz803ki8yLpJJuRQ3oR4PvyYk3mgO8DcM9xWCSSBTlAdlVBm6VwMbnY_Tdzk0wi5ebi0sSE1/s1600-h/clickit-pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByqUf61JKLq0aoDUanl63hyz8soVHqsJcvLSMQsz927AcOuMkwX-SwFofy4Jd_7Bc9YX9Dz803ki8yLpJJuRQ3oR4PvyYk3mgO8DcM9xWCSSBTlAdlVBm6VwMbnY_Tdzk0wi5ebi0sSE1/s400/clickit-pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336916261318521746" /></a><br />I am not going to show Maggie this pic. I think she would be a little peeved to see Belle, her cousin, at the finish line when she did all the work training her dad! And, I know I am so pale that I am almost transparent, but that is just the way God made me. You got a problem with it take it up with Him! Katelyn and I look like pilgrims and Indians!Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-17770688360284639022009-02-20T08:49:00.000-08:002009-02-20T09:01:30.221-08:00ConversationI went for a walk around Vanderbilt the other day during lunch. I decided to call my sister to see how they were doing...MP got on the phone. This was our conversation:<br />Me: hey MPers what are you doing?<br />MP: making a Food Network challenge cake...<br />Me: oh wow! what does it look like?<br />MP: it is big, but I still have to do the green and pink layers.<br />Me: what else do you have to do?<br />MP: I still need to make my sugar showpiece for on top...<br />Me: wow, a sugar showpiece...what will it be<br />MP: a star...a beautiful star...a beautiful pink star with twirlies...<br />Me: what flavor is the cake?<br />MP: chocolate and vanilla<br />Me: oh wow...will you mail me a piece?<br />MP: no, Wawa, it's just pretend...(my sister told me they were making it out of Styrofoam(sp?) and decorating it with construction paper and stickers.<br /><br />this will be MP in a few years...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-YK-vJ07H_8LH6nqTdVniZRG1nHbSN3Cjm6lIU4sWCh5No-dDdMaIfuiaUmOCKC4iUQYdKrp0uux_EJ1ySpyZzpE45vj39EsCkicGHEb3reZ3tP6noYIMN62r-sDzwIq3JzKeU29giFI/s1600-h/cortawards.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-YK-vJ07H_8LH6nqTdVniZRG1nHbSN3Cjm6lIU4sWCh5No-dDdMaIfuiaUmOCKC4iUQYdKrp0uux_EJ1ySpyZzpE45vj39EsCkicGHEb3reZ3tP6noYIMN62r-sDzwIq3JzKeU29giFI/s320/cortawards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304925196427766994" /></a><br /><br />this kid cracks me up! Then she asked me why the valentine window stickers I sent her stink....<br />Me: I don't know, I didn't make them.<br />MP: they smell like dead flies!LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-38469353456967228862009-02-13T09:00:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:30:14.589-08:00Happy Early V-day and Goings-Ons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtsa-g4Vx-nxTOqo926n28GLAKk7sco0uFLjlmQiZVxdlckOhUYjqlFmM_1_Qo8Ebz_HHYL1GBwro0rMdKISUo_SU-_ugRd4AkEvz44WTdF5Q_pL4oHgXf-9071W1-eHVfHSvy3n8l0_n/s1600-h/mpwade3.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdtsa-g4Vx-nxTOqo926n28GLAKk7sco0uFLjlmQiZVxdlckOhUYjqlFmM_1_Qo8Ebz_HHYL1GBwro0rMdKISUo_SU-_ugRd4AkEvz44WTdF5Q_pL4oHgXf-9071W1-eHVfHSvy3n8l0_n/s320/mpwade3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302328266454772610" /></a><br />Just hanging with my sis...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zcdD72j-eVZd5d4g7imXUKFT-48vsqAmYW7MPapxE94RcRL3xSNnMx5BEbtKSJ2jAfwrXX4yhCPY_XtTZXmDUqgDR2llzQW6JWmq_9v6AXzQPNuVzvRzpQUN6fm2nUVrmKSJqJTdmatP/s1600-h/mp+wade+2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zcdD72j-eVZd5d4g7imXUKFT-48vsqAmYW7MPapxE94RcRL3xSNnMx5BEbtKSJ2jAfwrXX4yhCPY_XtTZXmDUqgDR2llzQW6JWmq_9v6AXzQPNuVzvRzpQUN6fm2nUVrmKSJqJTdmatP/s320/mp+wade+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302331362330951282" /></a><br />Mom, this is getting old...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvR2Lnlys8iCpS62xIQCBRTb4jGLP0p2Ek_FwBI7KvkDKR3hIc9oQZKEWTuwfbiLcGDToWEzeC5f2TXOCQkntqGLMncUK5NOw1OJvKSQ6hlqHhLAiD8g_waV7sWVKBVHA4OV9yf84iTLN/s1600-h/mp+wade.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvR2Lnlys8iCpS62xIQCBRTb4jGLP0p2Ek_FwBI7KvkDKR3hIc9oQZKEWTuwfbiLcGDToWEzeC5f2TXOCQkntqGLMncUK5NOw1OJvKSQ6hlqHhLAiD8g_waV7sWVKBVHA4OV9yf84iTLN/s320/mp+wade.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302327967126455266" /></a><br />I can't handle this....where is my bottle?!<br /><br />really can it get any more precious!? I'm terrified that our children will not be this cute...I talked to MP this morning. Uncle Webby is there, so she is in heaven! She needed to give me a recipe. That's her thing, when you call she gets on the phone to give you a recipe. This one was actually edible. Salad: lettuce, bacon and Italian dressing, but she reminded me not to put carrots in Dadu's because he doesn't like carrots. I wanted to say that carrots were not in the recipe, but I thought I would cut her some slack. She is 4. She is really funny when she gives you directions!<br /><br />Life is moving right along. We had a great weekend last weekend visiting Hunter, Emily and sweet baby William. He is just the sweetest thing. Such good manners and so well behaved! :) Josh and Emily Blades joined us and we had fun with them as always! I was just thinking in church last Sunday how blessed we are to have such wonderful friends! Josh and Emily stayed at Mom and Dad's with us and were not too disturbed by Woody's constant vomiting! That's right, my hairy little brother was under the weather...and more so than we could have imagined! We found out Monday after his emergency surgery that he had managed to get his paws on a corn cob which he proceeded to swallow blocking his intestines! Sounds pleasant! He is now back at home after terrorizing the doctor and nurses at the vet. He was not a good patient. He is sporting a cone around his neck, but other than that is on the mend. He gave us quite the scare! That's pretty much all for us. I hope you all have a wonderful Valentines...I plan to enjoy a meal with my sweet husband. I leave you with these verses that my youth kids read on Wednesday night:<br /><br />"If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast,* but do not have love, I gain nothing. <br />4 Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant 5or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. 7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. <br />8 Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. 9For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; 10but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. 11When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. 12For now we see in a mirror, dimly,* but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. 13And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love." <br />1 Corinthians 13LWolfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563498142744577244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-68525383052497248922009-02-02T19:34:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:43:16.600-08:00UpdatesWell, all is well in the Wolfe house. Travis and I spent this past weekend with our youth group at Warmth in Winter. A good time was had by all, but it is painfully clear that we are getting old. This precious freshman girl had on a t-shirt that said, "Wiggity, Wiggity, Wack!" We asked her if she knew what it meant, no was the answer we received, so we proceeded to educate her on the musical stylings of Kris Kross. Another girl said, "Oh, I know who they are. I saw them on VH1 'I love the 90s'"....ugg, we are old. Here are some new pictures of our nephew, Wade. I can't get over the red hair! Never would have dreamed he would be red headed! And his zealous appetite seems to be catching up with him. He looks good with 2 chins, don't you think?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaFE2yaKfmhpBMutj-spTShtiUhf3uXXi-UzUl6S_RzoRg9_RzvWs_3Th3IOS-UUrGK0ts3soL-0HBa7FYwBIO5ITRZSir9ZdbuILaSvUfIU8aJ4BfQu3ymcmP87t2l2XrciBHWx2zvp7/s1600-h/download-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaFE2yaKfmhpBMutj-spTShtiUhf3uXXi-UzUl6S_RzoRg9_RzvWs_3Th3IOS-UUrGK0ts3soL-0HBa7FYwBIO5ITRZSir9ZdbuILaSvUfIU8aJ4BfQu3ymcmP87t2l2XrciBHWx2zvp7/s320/download-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298411082842445154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2P2-3pBJYgwY7k2HalZlml7OXfrZtx0AAeb0WFyUHOpETH_Ja1rm1M_mzRU5YEg0yvQn8bB3_kj6ak2NkLDcNB5IL5d7GiaYprRi2BDKZVooC6vyyzMD7_DrgLOy_cwPcqnNysYnFUGkI/s1600-h/download.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2P2-3pBJYgwY7k2HalZlml7OXfrZtx0AAeb0WFyUHOpETH_Ja1rm1M_mzRU5YEg0yvQn8bB3_kj6ak2NkLDcNB5IL5d7GiaYprRi2BDKZVooC6vyyzMD7_DrgLOy_cwPcqnNysYnFUGkI/s320/download.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298410996136407330" /></a>Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2610275732524512739.post-20359205269363231522009-01-11T12:42:00.000-08:002009-01-11T12:49:56.673-08:00A New Brother!My parents became parents again today at the ripe ole ages of 58 and 68! Here is my new brother, Dagwood!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW3rN2tZ2DI-wNrheoiUlIl-Tu6MzvuFM5MoCTf9NR7PGpMeM_c2QKJdyJjxnVRy_7SVo6rJQi6LDb1sp_UFK73h0625SNbt6GSsYyDkOwQICrUNLg7DCbRV7A7tiv60RdZNDdOPG5lZR/s1600-h/TN308.12636185-2-x.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW3rN2tZ2DI-wNrheoiUlIl-Tu6MzvuFM5MoCTf9NR7PGpMeM_c2QKJdyJjxnVRy_7SVo6rJQi6LDb1sp_UFK73h0625SNbt6GSsYyDkOwQICrUNLg7DCbRV7A7tiv60RdZNDdOPG5lZR/s320/TN308.12636185-2-x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290139815351019682" /></a><br />They got him from Good Dog Rescue in Memphis. He is a Dachshund, Spaniel mix. They may call him Woody because Dagwood is a mouthful. I called Mary Peyton to tell her she had a new uncle. She said, "Dagwood, that's a terrible name. I'll call him Floyd." Welcome to the family, Dagwood. Can't wait to meet you, buddy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh8TEHlAN20nHSx2oBaRmdGlTlC64_V7ZX1dg3eBG2IJi4CDpZNPnH5CTZDZ84oCwXglVcqK-W1gLtysGAmv7j5ITIwBXsJvGWsQT6yyluMVrAaJI7RwfR7U4rI9Fu78I7Z0tqR87ISY_/s1600-h/TN308.12636185-1-x.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh8TEHlAN20nHSx2oBaRmdGlTlC64_V7ZX1dg3eBG2IJi4CDpZNPnH5CTZDZ84oCwXglVcqK-W1gLtysGAmv7j5ITIwBXsJvGWsQT6yyluMVrAaJI7RwfR7U4rI9Fu78I7Z0tqR87ISY_/s320/TN308.12636185-1-x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290140773028880002" /></a>Travishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712502205734848769noreply@blogger.com1