tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35377425810223799572023-11-16T10:06:27.916-06:00Brown Family Sound OffMama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-34996565574943728482016-10-07T07:11:00.000-05:002016-10-08T07:33:34.795-05:00Little Brownie is 8...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Little Brownie loves to be in "soft" and "comfy" clothes. Even in the middle of June, he may come downstairs wearing his housecoat and Santa hat. He absolutely loves dogs. He has a special connection with animals, but dogs are definitely a favorite. Dog are simply desire to be near him. He has a gentle spirit that is caring and concerned for those he loves.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc7zDQ_jtSWcpYZl8e-s-G12hQ_RRS1arXPdPPrDkbieoP0F99gltnsi_Ata-SK7HjilyEFy2delgEdWvRqOynO1S8SlbrD8ZgHxd27pefcTk-XcAtaKzyX_M0wPNEnuvnzUvXmklV9UW/s1600/Koa+with+Mae+puppies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc7zDQ_jtSWcpYZl8e-s-G12hQ_RRS1arXPdPPrDkbieoP0F99gltnsi_Ata-SK7HjilyEFy2delgEdWvRqOynO1S8SlbrD8ZgHxd27pefcTk-XcAtaKzyX_M0wPNEnuvnzUvXmklV9UW/s200/Koa+with+Mae+puppies.JPG" width="150" /></a>The 2nd year of the Brown Poop Patrol continues to be a success and he has a couple of "favorite" subjects in school. He loves science and art. Little Brownie has become an avid reader. Aside from reading comics, he also likes to read adventure and animals books. He helps Mama Brown with puppy training and walking dogs. Although he enjoys visiting family and friends, he loves to be at home with Mama Brown, Daddy Brown and Big Brownie the most. Our family would be incomplete without Little Brownie.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaMCARFbn48SnkUHPyi9ZtA1XlzpKJSw7OrdGP9lVqx2w0mJFbEA4tU_edllAZLy5JZD5pIg54j-vMWYGwJ6_pdaDDjtH-Hz0y_mAxfyIimbg5m5LlOS0p0HoyfoQ1bNuQzVHMBQxJ5ym/s1600/Beach+pic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghaMCARFbn48SnkUHPyi9ZtA1XlzpKJSw7OrdGP9lVqx2w0mJFbEA4tU_edllAZLy5JZD5pIg54j-vMWYGwJ6_pdaDDjtH-Hz0y_mAxfyIimbg5m5LlOS0p0HoyfoQ1bNuQzVHMBQxJ5ym/s200/Beach+pic.JPG" width="200" /></a>On his birthday every year, I release the 911 call for 1 day. I didn't have time to update his birthday video, so I have uploaded the video that I created last year. This will only be up for 24 hours. I always get private messages, text messages and phone calls if this can be shared. Absolutely. I will take the video down tomorrow, so share away today. If you would like to read his birthing story, I wrote about it here on the blog 7 years ago. <a href="http://brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html" target="_blank">Here is the link</a>. Happy Birthday Little Brownie! We love you more than we can ever express in words.Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-7577380742028065082015-10-07T06:17:00.000-05:002015-10-08T07:05:05.642-05:00Little Brownie turns 7...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsuSovIicFBYGlQvqKSABTBgULANGU9Fkx6BH8P_jAI4n8AgH28T0bkahWpYMi1d4F5wTfICUJk2-qQsUzObx7LkvT8UEcLPPAcQtAJs6e2dm-9BzH2-bYFKPSWlBGKzR69iuVNEt23Hg/s1600/20141222_145454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsuSovIicFBYGlQvqKSABTBgULANGU9Fkx6BH8P_jAI4n8AgH28T0bkahWpYMi1d4F5wTfICUJk2-qQsUzObx7LkvT8UEcLPPAcQtAJs6e2dm-9BzH2-bYFKPSWlBGKzR69iuVNEt23Hg/s200/20141222_145454.jpg" width="112"></a>And just like that, another 365 days have passed. The days go by so much faster, when your kids are growing up. Our Little Brownie has accomplished so many things over the last year. He is officially a 2nd grader and reading at impressive speeds. Just a few months ago, he didn't feel confident that he could read well. After many, many books, I think he finally feels like a new door has opened up to him. We are super proud of him.<br>
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A few things about Little Brownie that are note worthy. His favorite food is a homemade hamburger. He absolutely loves my homemade breakfast bread...a.k.a. Polish Chocolate Babka. He now shares a room and bunk beds with Big Brownie and finally decided that the top bunk is pretty cool. He loves to make sure his hair is smooth. He gives the absolute best compliments in the world. He enjoys running...everywhere and he would prefer to be near his older brother at all times if possible. Art and science are his favorite subjects and he loves to learn new bible verses. His favorite verse is Hebrews 4:12.<br>
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I blogged about his story in 2009, and you can read his birth story <a href="http://www.brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<div><br>With love,<br>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">It is hard to believe that 2,190 days ago at 3:07a, we gave birth to our second son Little Brownie. Wow...that sounds like more days than I can remember. As Little Brownie turns 6, I sit here and reflect over how quickly it has gone, how much we have changed and especially how much he has grown.</span></div>
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He is an awesome board game player. Multiple winnings of the popular game Dog-o-poly. Speaking of dogs, he is a natural dog whisperer. He enjoys learning to work with dogs and dogs naturally gravitate to him. He gently hums, when he is quiet and he always gives the best compliments to make me feel special. I am certain he will one day be an amazing husband, father and Jesus follower. </div>
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As in the past, on his birthday, I share the audio of his birth from the 911 call Daddy Brown placed as we "birthed" him in the car. It will be available all day today and then put away for another year. It's been a little crazy around here the past few weeks, and I failed to get the video updated with pictures from this previous year. So, you will be viewing the 2013 version. Realize that Little Brownie is about 5 inches taller, a more diverse and crisp vocabulary and still the most caring soul on the planet. Enjoy! </div>
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I blogged about this experience in 2009, and you can read his birth story <a href="http://www.brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html" target="_blank">here</a>. </div>
Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-70676932577967494252014-01-01T21:58:00.001-06:002014-01-01T23:17:03.008-06:00It's 2014...It has been quite a while that I've sat down to actually write a post. It has been a busy couple of months and we are healing from holiday full of sickness. Daddy Brown and I had the flu. I also had strep throat and double ear infections. Through the sickness, we still enjoyed an amazing Christmas morning with the boys. We are tremendously blessed.<br />
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Being sick through the holidays allowed me to take a step back and take the focus off of the "stuff" of Christmas. I have missed being with my family, not for the presents and food, but for the laughter and smiles. The "stuff" part of the holiday is fun when you find a special something that someone really wants and to see the joy on their face when they open it. However, I realize the "time" we spend with each other is worth so much more. <br />
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My goal or "resolution" for 2014 is time. I want to be more deliberate and determined with my time. I want my time to be more than watching tv or playing on facebook. I want to make certain that the time I give to each day is focused and consistent. There are so many things I feel like I don't have time to complete. House projects, exercise, books to read, prayer, time with my boys and family and most importantly, quiet time with God. What do you want to do with your time? Are tv programs or time fillers like facebook going to really fill your time this year or are you going to make your time worth every minute you are blessed to have? It's 2014 and I'm making time for all the special moments I don't want to pass me by.<br />
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A little reminder what my main purpose in life encompasses. My two favorite Brownies.<br />
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Now...with no further ado, I bring to you the annual airing of my experience with Daddy Brown, and the birth of Little Brownie. Just like in previous years, this blog will link you to hear our 911 audio of our sweet baby boy today and today only. Sorry if you miss it, but I promise in 365 days, you will get another opportunity. <br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJe1sGH6TEY3iwwfXYhddHhxKMw20y2AKbWb6yiTs-SsuWOLgDCJjDEsnU6CCNdN1A1jBeju-MZp5iiZS03d9C-JkQTtfrdVA6MbzgDxuUheE0qSxSOCQc9TtLZcDqqD0L6DCwIG4J9LA/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJe1sGH6TEY3iwwfXYhddHhxKMw20y2AKbWb6yiTs-SsuWOLgDCJjDEsnU6CCNdN1A1jBeju-MZp5iiZS03d9C-JkQTtfrdVA6MbzgDxuUheE0qSxSOCQc9TtLZcDqqD0L6DCwIG4J9LA/s200/IMG_3082.JPG" width="149" /></a>Little Brownie is officially a homeschool student this year. Because of his birth date, he is registered as a Pre-K5. Although, he is learning more on a Kindergarten level. His best friend in the whole wide world is Big Brownie. He looks up to him. Sometimes, he thinks he knows more than his older brother. Just the other day, I heard this conversation, as we were driving in the car...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Little Brownie- "You know what, I am smarter than you."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Big Brownie paused and furrowed his eyebrows a minute and responded - "Well, I know how to read and do math. So TAKE THAT!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Little Brownie - "You got me. You are still smarter..for now."</div><br />
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Little Brownie loves to play with Action Figures, Super Heroes, Legos, WiiU, games on his iPad, running, digging in the yard, riding his gator...just to name a few. He loves to exercise, wrestle and his favorite color is silver. He LOVES for me to read him the Magic Treehouse book series. The Sea Serpent being his all time favorite. He has a love and passion for animals of all kinds. He is an amazing foster family member for our local boxer rescue. He knows how to take care of the four legged friends that we bring into our home.<br />
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Happy 5th Birthday Little Brownie. You teach me something new everyday of our lives together. God bless and keep you! We love you!<br />
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Here is the post from 2009 that I wrote about the time frame leading up to his birth in the car. <a href="http://www.brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html">http://www.brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html</a><br />
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Enjoy!Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-10789583004933879902012-10-07T06:34:00.003-05:002012-10-08T08:11:28.151-05:00Little Brownie turns 4...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today at 3:07a, my Little Brownie is officially 4 years old. He is our little blessing. He is full of life and energy...enough to make a person tired just watching him. His favorite toys are his dinosaurs. He loves to play Skylanders and Donkey Kong on the Wii and loves to sing Christmas songs year round. He still enjoys playing with trucks and trains. He LOVES animals of all kinds. His favorite books are anything Dinosaur, Curious George and anything written by Dr. Seuss...although <i>Sam and The Firefly</i> is the most requested. He is a full on Mama's boy and I love every minute of it. He is currently being homeschooled by yours truly and attends a tutorial once a week. He really enjoys learning and I see his wheels turning especially when he furrows his brow in concentration. At the age of 4, he is learning to read 3 letter words and follows his Big Brother around usually dressed up in costumes. He is definitely an outdoors kind of guy. Chocolate is a great modivator in his life. When we have a backyard bonfire, he wants a hot dog no bun and a s'more with no graham cracker and no marshmellow. He speaks his mind and gives the best hugs and kisses of any child I know. His hug and kiss melts my heart every time. </div>
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You can read his story that I posted back in 2009 <a href="http://www.brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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Well, the whole house has been under the weather since our return from Atlanta last week. I think we are finally all on the mend. This week has been busy with preparing for homeschool and getting ready for tutorial to gear up next week. My mind and body have been kicked into high gear with new chore charts, homeschool planning, getting the playroom ready for a real educational environment. Curriculum has been ordered and the weight of my future educational responsibilities have come down across my shoulders. I take it in stride and try not to allow it to overwhelm me.</div>
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We opened our ABC Scriptures cards I printed from <a href="http://www.icanteachmychild.com/2011/10/abc-printable-scripture-cards/" target="_blank">here</a> and our verse for the day was <i>1 Thessalonians 5:11<u>"Be kind to one another and build each other up."</u></i> So today I decided we would just have a low key fun day...and boy was it needed by all. We brought out the water slide, I mowed the grass and we ate about 50 popsicles. I mean what is life if you can't take a moment to enjoy the laughter, the creativity and the love? </div>
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I try not to watch the news, especially since I don't want the Brownies exposed to murder, rape and kidnapping stories so openly and widely discussed in graphic detail most of the time. However, with the Olympics, the television has been on for our competitive enjoyment. The boys always root for the "Americans" and if there isn't an American team competing, they chose a team and we pretend to be from that country. In between the Olympic airing, the local news has ran a few stories about kidnappings and fires. I have been talking to the boys for several months about "what if" situations. For example, I ask the Brownies..."If someone offers you candy and you don't know who they are and/or Mom and Dad are not there, what do you do?" The favorite response from the boys is, "I tell them their candy stinks like my booty and a run!" Or what if someone is stealing your brother what do your do...the reply is "I yell for help, bite their hand and give them a spin-jitzu drop kick!" We also talk about other things like when is it ok to take your clothes off and if someone touches them inappropriately. These are all things that I want to prepare them for, just in case they are in a situation and don't know what to do. I want them to know they can talk to me and Daddy Brown about anything and that nothing is off limits. Little Brownie being 3 years old and Big Brownie now 5 years old, I don't think it is to early to talk to them, in age appropriate terms of course, about being prepared. </div>
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So along the lines of preparedness, tonight we had our first ever fire drill. At Mother's Day Out last year, the boys were given a basic set of guidelines from the official fireman that came to the church....stop, drop and roll, etc. I have been talking to the boys about what to do if there were a fire in our home. Until tonight, they had never heard the fire alarms activated in our home. So after dinner, I told them we would have an official fire drill. With wide eyed anticipation, they both ran upstairs to their beds. I hit the test button and the whole house began to alarm. The boys did a great job crawling out of their beds, assessing which exit to get out, crawling down the stairs, exiting through a door and running to our neighbors flag pole as our family meeting spot. We drilled from the bedrooms, we drilled from the playroom and we drilled from the living room. However, the most challenging drill came by exiting the back door. We have a fence that only opens from the outside. The boys are both too short to reach the latch, so tonight, I taught them how to climb the fence and jump to freedom. Big Brownie said, "This was the most exciting drill in the history of the world". Little Brownie was not so keen. He got shaky at the top and almost lost his composure. He wanted to grab me, but I assured him I would not let him fall. I explained that in a real fire, I might not be there to get him out and he had to learn to jump off the fence to save his life. I kept reiterating this..."We can replace everything in our home but you. You are the most important treasure we have. Do not go into the burning house looking for Mommy, Daddy, your brother or your dog. You have to get yourself out safe!" I plan to do a few impromptu and unscheduled fire drills with the boys soon to make sure they really get the idea. I plan on using caution tape to mark off areas that are "on fire" so they have to make quick and possibly lifesaving decisions. For it being the first time, the boys did amazing and I was very proud of them!</div>
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I love the movie, "Angels in the Outfield". I have always found comfort in the knowledge that Angels abide beside us in our daily lives. I had my own real life "Angels" appear seemingly out of thin air this past weekend. We made a trip to Atlanta this past weekend with Tutu Nani as she was attending a conference. We took the opportunity to take a few days to visit Legoland Discovery Center, Georgia Aquarium and well...Children's Healthcare of Atlanta Scottish Rite Hospital.</div>
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We had an amazing time at Legoland. I understand the Discovery Center is a postage stamp in comparison to the theme park versions in Florida and California, however, it was the perfect afternoon. The Brownies had the most amazing time and I seriously would drive another 5 hours at this very moment to take them again. It will be one of those magical memories for me to see the excitement in their eyes. On day 2, we made plans to visit the Georgia Aquarium. This place was awesome. The animals were huge and so close that the boys eyes wondered from one to another area to another area with anxious anticipation of what can they see next. They would say, "Look mom, a whale shark...oh oh oh, look there is a manta ray." There were so many people though that I was a bit claustrophobic. My mom was with us and my sister was back at the hotel sick, and we had her 3 kids with us. Saying the place was packed, would be an understatement. I was constantly counting heads and looking for my mom. It was a bit unnerving for me. </div>
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As we found a spot to rest for a minute, the kids climbed onto a rock. Little Brownie bumped his head as he was climbing. I picked him up off the floor and held him to comfort his boo-boo. As I was doing so, I heard a huge thump behind me. As I turned around, Big Brownie was flat on his back, legs in the air and he was screaming. He had fallen about 3 feet backward off the rock and hit the floor like a ton of bricks. I tossed Little Brownie to my mom and grabbed Big Brownie into my arms. I consoled him and tried to comfort him. He finally stopped crying long enough for me to get some tylenol out of my first aid kit and give him some juice. Once he calmed, I carried him through the aquarium. Not allowing him to fall asleep, I tried my best to peak his interest back into the wildlife around us. However, he seemed disoriented. All at once, he began to cry...the "I'm about the blow chunks" kind of cry. I get him to a trash can and he begins to vomit. Although I tried my best to remain calm, this made me worry even more. </div>
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As I continued to carry him, I went to get him a new shirt and drink from the gift shop. I put his new shirt on and I checked his pupils with my keychain mag light and they responded as they should. I gave him a drink and asked him to walk for me. After a few steps, he began to vomit again. I became more and more worried with each passing minute. As we sat on the steps of the cafe, I called our pediatrician back home. After speaking to the nurse, I put Big Brownie through a series questions looking for basic responses. "How many fingers am I holding up? Follow my finger with your eyes. When you look at that chair is it clear or fuzzy?" When I asked him to walk a short distance, he stumbled 3 times. That was it, I decided we were going to the hospital. I called my insurance to find out what hospitals were in our network and I began to lose it. My voice began to crack as I nervously wrote down the name, address and number of hospitals, all the while, I'm holding Big Brownie and trying to keep him awake. Thankfully, my mom had Little Brownie and my sisters kids as she is following me out of the venue. </div>
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As we reached the van, Big Brownie begins to vomit again and I'm on the verge of panic mode. We get everybody in the van, start the van and I ask my mom to pull up the hospitals on her GPS....and then the van dies. As I'm trying to keep it together, I turn the key over again and the van will not start. I take a deep breath and look up. As I look over the steering wheel of the van a sense of desperation comes over me and I see a gentleman walking by himself in the parking lot. I open the door and as I'm about to call out to him, my mom yells, "Sir, we need help! Can you please help us?" He approaches our van and asks how he can help. My mom explains that our van died and we need to get to the hospital. </div>
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Without a shred of fear, I begin unhooking Big Brownie from his seat and I begin to cry. I hand him my slip of paper listing the hospitals that I had collected from my insurance and ask, "Can you please take me and my son to the hospital...he fell and hit his head, he is vomiting and I need help?" This sweet kind individual that I did not know, agreed and drove me and Big Brownie to the hospital. I left my mom with the van and the kids and put Big Brownie in this strangers car. As it turns out, even though he currently lives in Georgia, he went to school just 40 minutes from our little town back home. His name was Cameron and he did his best to keep me calm and distracted as I cried in his passenger seat. Big Brownie vomited in his very nice, very new, top of the line Lexus and it didn't bother him a bit. He had a few napkins and some water so I could try and clean Big Brownie up. He drove us 20 minutes to the hospital. He was on his way back to work, which happened to be in the hospital right across the street from the Children's Hospital we were going. As he dropped us off, I gave him the biggest hug and thanked him. What do you say to someone that has helped you so unconditionally? He is an angel in my outfield. </div>
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Big Brownie and I got the Emergency Room and a nurse named Lidia saw me enter. She saw how distraught I was and that I was alone. She decided she would intake us, triage us and treat us from the moment we arrived to the moment we left. She is an angel in my outfield. Big Brownie had a CT Scan and they gave him an anti-nausea medication. He was officially diagnosed with a concussion. After being there for 5 hours, my mom picked us up from the hospital and we headed back to the hotel, Big Brownie was back to his old self again. We decided to stay another night in Atlanta because I was too exhausted and mentally drained to drive home. I have been on my hands and knees thanking Jesus for allowing believers to step in to help me and my Big Brownie in our time of need. It was not lost on me that they both referenced God and his healing powers for my Big Brownie. Even in my time of despair, God was with me and Big Brownie. It was the most comforting feeling and I will be forever grateful for the genuine kindness of these angels in the outfield of our life. </div>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-44038243332124927972012-06-06T09:14:00.003-05:002012-06-06T09:16:17.532-05:00A good buzz and learning to swim...I'm happy to report my nephew mentioned in the previous post is home from surgery and recovering well. He is on restricted activity for the next 6 weeks. As you can imagine, that will be a challenge as he gets to feeling better and better. Thank you very much for all the prayers that have been lifted for our family.<br />
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After the water play concluded, I captured the boys having some "boy conversation" outside. I could hear him explaining his surgery to Big Brownie. He said, "Yeah, they are going to open my head, remove some bone, put 2 clips in and then I'll wake up." There were many giggles and carefree, relaxed laughter. It was a great afternoon. Tomorrow, May 31st at 7:30a, he will indeed have brain surgery. I praise Jesus that 2 leading neurosurgeons are right here in our area...a point that is not lost on me. I pray knowing that God's hand will be covering every aspect of his procedure and recovery. If you have a moment, please lift our family in prayer. I am ever thankful for the support and love that surrounds this sweet boy.</div>
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The other day I heard a new word as the boys were playing. I came into the room and asked, "What's a 'Fuscle'?" Little Brownie crouches in his best ninja stances and yells, "Mom freeze! Don't move a Fuscle or the bad guy is going to get you!"<br />
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We were in the store last week and Little Brownie asks Big Brownie, "What does a baboon look like?" Big Brownie says at the top of his lungs, "Well, I think it is gray all over with a Big Pink Booooty!" Laughter busts out all around us, which made them say it about 100 more times.<br />
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I can't remember if I have shared this one or not. A couple of weeks ago, Big Brownie was talking to Daddy Brown. He said, "Dad, when I grow up I'm going to Las Vegas to find me a pretty wife." As I walk around the corner containing my giggles, I said, "Oh really and are you going to live in Las Vegas too?" He said, "After I get my pretty wife to marry me, we are going to move to Jerusalem to do God's work." Daddy Brown and I giggle as we agreed that if he finds a wife in Las Vegas, God's work in Jerusalem might be just the ticket for some redemption. <br />
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Big Brownie is really wanting us to have another baby. He wants a sister so bad. He told my mom, "I am praying that God puts that special seed in moms belly." This after informing her and a few other people that I'm expecting a baby...which I am NOT!<br />
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We have started visiting a nearby church over the last month or so. The boys LOVE going. The gathering is held in a local elementary school and of course, it's called "Bible School" by the boys. When we get ready to go they ask, "Mom, is this the Bible school that we have to take a nap or just have so much fun?" I explain they do not have to take nap. To that I hear, "Praise Jesus! That is the best place in the whole wide world!" <br />
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This past Saturday after driving into town to run some errands, we stopped by to check out the new Riverwalk. We found a family of geese walking as well. Big Brownie said, "Why does that sign say no?" I read the sign aloud and they both look at me and said, "But Mom, what did the geese do that they can't swim in the water...did they break the law?" I grinned and explained that the sign is only for people. Little Brownie says with a sigh of relief, "Whew, I was afraid we would have to bring them home to swim in our water slide!"Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-59107773304406624172012-05-06T23:57:00.000-05:002012-05-07T00:44:47.462-05:00Oh the laughter...<div style="text-align: justify;">
With the warmer weather comes beautiful adventures. Strawberry picking, water slides, outdoor play dates with friends, dancing in the rain, driveway bumper cars and little train rides. The Brownies have experienced many adventures this first week of May. And let's not forget the lessons we can learn from our own community. This past weekend our local park sponsored the little train rides and an American History live fair. Train rides, real horses, real Indians and REAL TORTURE! That's right...The Brownies discovered and explored what it was like to live back in the day when soldiers camped in tents on wood beds with quilts, leather goods that had been transformed from animal hide and women wearing long dresses and bonnets. Boys being boys, the Brownies found the most appealing...well, a picture is worth a thousand words. Once in this contraption, the solider explained that this was a source of humiliation. Townspeople would generally spit, hit and slap you while you did your time for a number of petty crimes. Crimes that include stealing, lying and not paying your taxes. The boys thought this was so cool. We visited the horses. Big Brownie has a weak stomach by nature, so the smell of the horse droppings almost made him lose his breakfast. Little Brownie thought they were "AWWWESOME"! </div>
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While putting this post together, I remember how much fun it is to have the Brownies and watching them grow. Hearing them talk to each other, correcting each other and loving each other. It makes my heart sing to hear them show kindness and love and to hear the laughter. The kind of laughter that is from the belly that is uncontrollable and rolls up like thunder. The looks on their faces as this laughter explodes. The kind I hear in my head and giggle when no one is around. They don't seem to fight that often, but when a disagreement ensues, I am comforted to know that "I'm sorry" and forgiveness is near. What memories I hope they will have locked tight in their souls. So much glory watching them discover and learn. Impromptu play in the creek, running in the rain, driveway bumper cars. The simple moments of joy and laughter.</div>
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And at the end of the day, with all the fun abound, I am overjoyed to hear, "Mama, this has been the best day ever!" Could it be that tomorrow will bring another adventurous morning, afternoon or evening. I hope it does. I pray it does. I know it will. </div>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-55250130645797325612012-04-26T09:31:00.000-05:002012-05-07T09:48:01.741-05:00Giving....<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
In our home, we talk to the Brownies quite often about how to handle their money. When I speak of "their" money, this could mean money either given to them or money earned for completing a task that had a monetary value. Now, since the Brownies are only 3 and 4 years old, this means breaking it down on terms quite simple. They have a piggy bank in which we save money. They have a "God" jar for their tythe. They have a spend jar for the fun they want to buy. And they have "Give" jar that we find either missions or charities to donate. </div>
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Last night, I heard the Brownies discussing the "Give" jar. Who or what do they want to donate money to help others. The next thing I know, I'm presented with their "Give" jars and my tape dispenser. They asked for me to open their jars and give them a big piece of tape.
When I ask why? Big Brownie said, "Well Mom, we talked it over and we think
it's gonna cost S<span class="text_exposed_show">anta a lot of money to give toys to everybody. We need to leave money out for him by the chimney, so he can start saving too." When I came downstairs this morning, this is what I find taped to the wall. I prayed prayers of thanksgiving that my Brownies have the ability to identify a need and figure out a way to help in their own way. This was a precious moment and I am thankful that they have giving hearts and spirits.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTl85OcO-5of2cdx3qTrLlSdNeQwUMgj17RT0pHsbOjwBu4NGykt30J8uL_WT8AJ18PZgrA5BDs17RQbXTQX3fY8K_774VhlIzhU4GASVABH5iOHTu__chcXkTazTxMsfSsj7TXygqlnhl/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTl85OcO-5of2cdx3qTrLlSdNeQwUMgj17RT0pHsbOjwBu4NGykt30J8uL_WT8AJ18PZgrA5BDs17RQbXTQX3fY8K_774VhlIzhU4GASVABH5iOHTu__chcXkTazTxMsfSsj7TXygqlnhl/s200/IMG_0700.JPG" width="150" /></a>Being able to sit around the fire roasting hot dogs, making s'mores and enjoying the spring weather is just part of growing up. These are the memories I hope the Brownies remember most. Not what they got in their Easter basket to eat or play with, but the simple love of family. This evening we brought out the roasting sticks and put them to use. Dusting off the old logs to throw in the pit and sipping sweet tea, life just seems to slow down for a few hours. Hot dogs over the fire, s'mores melting in our mouth and talking about our day. No television, no email or cell phone to distract. Just honest conversation with our boys and connecting as a family unit. Once our belly's are full, we broke out the glow sticks for nighttime play once the sun goes down. Oh spring nights, with the warm winds blowing through our hair, life doesn't get much better than this. Thank you Father God for the many blessing abound.</div>
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I hate to admit that my Brownies are 3 and 4 years old and I haven't taken them to the dentist. At least, not until today. There is no good reason that we haven't gone before now, except it slipped my mind. We make all of our yearly wellness visits to our pediatrician. We have all the vaccinations that I'm comfortable they receive. We brush our teeth (nearly every day). A few weeks ago, a local pediatric dentist visited the boys at their preschool. They came home ULTRA excited. They explained what would happen at the dentist and showed off their new toothbrush and toothpaste. So, I jumped on the phone and ceased the enthusiasm to make their appointment.</div>
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Next, they went for x-rays. Sitting in the chair with their protective apron, I felt emotion welling up inside me. They are getting so big. They can follow directions well and they are very polite. I could not have asked for a better appointment. Well, until the dentist comes out and takes a look. My Brownies are not cleaning their teeth as well as they should be. I admit in the haste of our schedule sometimes, I don't always do a follow-up check on their brushing. Add to that the fact that we use a non-flouride toothpaste and we chew our Juice Plus gummies every morning after brushing is a recipe for disaster. The dentist recommended we silver cap one of Big Brownies teeth. I started to cry. There are no real visible surface cavities, but this is between the teeth on the side. I explained that our course of action would be of a different reaction. If I am more diligent about checking their brushing, adding flouride toothpaste and a flouride mouthwash, I am hoping to have an improved result on their next visit. </div>
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So, the protocol of our morning will change. Rather than brushing our teeth first thing when we rise, we will eat breakfast, chew our gummies and then brush, rinse and floss. At night, we will try to make the rounds again with eating first and then dental maintenance. I pray the cavity on Big Brownies tooth will heal. I have faith that with our new course of action, we can improve his babies teeth to a healthier state. We have a good 4 or 5 more years with these teeth before new ones emerge and pray these new habits will make a difference. But as for the actual visit, the boys had a blast. As we left the dentist's office, Big Brownie says, "So Mom, I gather I have a cootie on my tooth?" I explained that was indeed true. The boys were ecstatic to pick out new toothbrushes, cool Sponge Bob mouth wash and colorful floss for our new regiment. I'm thankful that it wasn't worse and I'm thankful that we went ahead now before it wasn't an option to try and heal. So, in 6 months, we will take a look again and see our progress...hopefully wonderful progress!</div>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-23448854225565073392012-02-24T18:13:00.003-06:002012-02-24T18:19:25.356-06:00Olivia the pig...Ok, so today I discovered that my post about the <a href="http://brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2010/02/rules-of-life.html" target="_blank">"Rules of Life"</a> from Nick Jr.'s show Olivia, is one of my most reviewed blog post. That truly made me smile and smile BIG TIME. So, I thought I'd share another tidbit...I'm a fan. Not just a fan, I'm apart of <a href="http://www.oliviathepiglet.com/" target="_blank">the fan club</a>. That's right, I'm a card carrying member of the official Olivia Fan Club. In case you didn't know, I LOVE Olivia. I'm still very much a kid at heart. Even at the age of 35, I LOVE to watch the show and read the books. I love the enthusiasm in life this little piglet represents. So here you go, a few of my favorite Rules of Life and my very own prized possession...<br />
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Rule of Life #17: Sometimes other people's idea of fun is very different from your own. <br />
Rule of Life #19: Sometimes you just have to use your big voice.<br />
Rule of Life #38: Just because a dog looks cute in a nurse's hat, doesn't mean he's a very good nurse. <br />
Rule of Life #52: Never seat your customers under an angry squirrel with acorns, unless they insist.<br />
Rule of Life <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">#65: For some reason, headbands make you feel faster.</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Have a great weekend! ~Mama Brown </span>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-68568306193481716652012-02-23T11:24:00.000-06:002012-02-23T11:24:41.797-06:00Winter Weather...where are you?<div style="text-align: justify;">
I need some winter weather! I'd like at least 1 big snow, so we can play and make snow cream! We have some snowball makers and igloo block molds for the boys in anticipation of snow this year. I would also like a good winter snap so that the bugs would be a little more controlled this Spring and Summer. Seriously, it's February 23rd and the sun is out and shining so bright. I have the washer going, the dishwasher going, boys are playing nicely upstairs in the playroom, Andy is sleeping on the couch and I'm blasting Dara Maclean through the house. </div>
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I love Dara Maclean. She is my go to music these days when I'm feeling uplifted and in a great mood. Even if you are in a stinky mood, her songs can give you the "pick me up" you'll need. One of my absolute favorite songs in the entire world is <i>That's what love looks like</i>. It is amazing. Here is a link to the song on You Tube. It's well worth the few minutes to listen. </div>
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Enjoyed waking up today to Brownies in great moods. It's been a lazy morning for them. Big Brownie usually wakes up every morning between 7:25 and 7:45a. He is a great alarm clock for me and Daddy Brown. Little Brownie typically asks for "10 more minutes Mudder". He is the one I have to tickle and wake up slowly otherwise he can put a hammer on everyone's mood for the day. I have learned that starting to wake him up early and just keep at it until he "wants" to wake up. Telling him what Big Brownie and I are about to do, that is exciting of course, is my best weapon. I usually give him the 10 extra minutes he request, then come back in for a tickle session. Giggles are the best way to wake up don't you think?</div>
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Plan to do some projects with the boys today once I get the house picked up from the WWE Cage match that took place last night. The boys LOVE to "Wrassle", especially with their Dad. Now that they are over 3 feet tall, they also love to wrestle with Andy. Andy is still learning, as a fresh 2 year old pup in a 5 year old dog body, how to be gentle with the boys. Boxers...well like to box. However, 1 swat from Andy can take one of the Brownies down in 1 failed swoop...then mass chaos ensues. Hoping to really soak up this beautiful day that we have been so blessed with today. However, I'm totally ok with the forecast of 43 degrees tomorrow. Wouldn't mind a few below freezing days with a chance of beautiful wet snow flakes! Please Frosty and Jack Frost, give us something? Please? </div>
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As we were coming home from the grocery store, Big Brownie reminded me that he was issued an official drivers license by his teacher at Mother's Day Out. He said, "Mama, I am officially ready and able to drive the car at any moment. I promise to drive the speed limit and NOT get a ticket. I don't want you to take money from our family to pay for my ticket. We need that money so you can buy me more toys."<br />
<br />Little Brownie was walking around the house grabbing his booty. I asked, "Why are you grabbing your booty?" He replied, "Don't worry, it only hurts a little." I said, "Why, what's wrong?" He said, "Oh, it's just my underwear...I put them on backwards so I could see my booty today." With a smile I replied, "Well, let's put them back on the right way." He said, "Ok Mudder"!<br />
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And on that note, does anyone else have a 3 year old child that chooses to call their mom Mother? Well, Little Brownie does and he calls me "Mudder" all the time. Sometimes I even get a Mud instead of a Mom!<br />
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The boys were watching the Disney movie "Up" the other day. Big Brownie says, "Mama, one day I'm gonna go to America". I said, "Baby, you live in America." He said, "Oh, well maybe I can be in American without my brother!" <br />
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We have started our responsibility chart in our home. The boys are expected to make their bed, get dressed on their own, put their clothes in the hamper, pick out their own breakfast (if it's a cereal morning), pick up their toys, put their wii games away and in the correct boxes, feed our dog Andy, brush their teeth in the morning and at night and put on their pajamas. Now, that is the goal, not necessarily the action. These are acts they are expected to do, most importantly, without me having to ask them. However on some days around the Brown house, you may here things like....<br />
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"Can today just be a pajama day so I don't have to get dressed?"<br />
"I didn't eat anything that was stinky today, so do I still have to brush my teeth?"<br />
"Can I just put these clothes in the washer for you instead of the hamper?"<br />
"If I leave my toys on the floor, then we can just let Andy play with it."<br />
"I didn't feed Andy today because I didn't want to get my hands dirty."<br />
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These are just a few that come to my mind at the moment. And...because I've been on a blogging hiatus, be on the look out for Birthday and other holiday posts to come. :)Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-43187429482657856462012-02-21T19:07:00.000-06:002012-02-21T19:07:01.230-06:00In sickness and in health...<br />
In sickness and in health is very convoluted. The words can take on several different meanings depending on the circumstances. Everyone is always there to share with you the "in health" part. That's the enjoyable part of life. The part that makes memories and warm fuzzy traditions. <br />
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But what about the "In sickness" part? I pray that our boys will be there for us in
the event that one or both of us need them in our elder years. Hopefully, we will have planned well enough to take care of ourselves. But what if you never marry or have children? What if your spouse dies before you? Who will be there for you when you are struck with sickness? <br />
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I am praying today for those who do not have someone to take care of them during the "in sickness" parts of life. I pray that God gives us all strength, compassion and love to care for those people in our lives that need us, even in the most difficult times. Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-38012262624203875352012-01-29T07:44:00.001-06:002012-01-29T07:44:32.030-06:00Just beautiful...I was surfing around the internet this morning and came across a picture. It is one that spoke to me because I haven't really seen anything like it. It is not often that a picture says so many words of comfort. In this one picture, I can find all I need to start my day. So...I thought I'd share it too. I pray you have a blessed day as well.<br />
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<br />Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-35679438593091443072011-12-22T12:44:00.001-06:002011-12-22T12:46:26.187-06:00Mary and Joseph on FB...Merry Christmas<iframe src="http://skitguys.com/videos/embed/1327/" frameborder="0" height="270" scrolling="no" width="480"></iframe>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-89986499996170631682011-11-23T11:29:00.008-06:002011-11-23T12:35:41.157-06:00Thankful...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfm8LE5n69LXcay9dmdwdrgNxobYnF1MzrpyTmVHGUk5myLKeG547WE6gE7p-gqBVPkOb5RhjtorJTO6jqYCcK_v5fpk2k9qMuirGM6a_2TP2TQ5H5TUp8ygz4LKU8E55HHheqxZKbRBm/s1600/_MG_3569.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfm8LE5n69LXcay9dmdwdrgNxobYnF1MzrpyTmVHGUk5myLKeG547WE6gE7p-gqBVPkOb5RhjtorJTO6jqYCcK_v5fpk2k9qMuirGM6a_2TP2TQ5H5TUp8ygz4LKU8E55HHheqxZKbRBm/s200/_MG_3569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678258846172304658" border="0" /></a>On the eve of Thanksgiving, I look around the house and reminisce of Thanksgivings past. Our<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszFscA4t9fVvzXo8C6wEu-ThQsmI2s-PlhCNbzBXKXgZPLVP19TuR_QfmDEag0CInG1BNTjnu3cpzUNgZvx3EXyP2bF2ckz6YCkQ2JTe7kzISQtvZULOKFvgXs2trCvdhZHijbSfLHTLx/s1600/_MG_3738.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 78px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszFscA4t9fVvzXo8C6wEu-ThQsmI2s-PlhCNbzBXKXgZPLVP19TuR_QfmDEag0CInG1BNTjnu3cpzUNgZvx3EXyP2bF2ckz6YCkQ2JTe7kzISQtvZULOKFvgXs2trCvdhZHijbSfLHTLx/s200/_MG_3738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678259283167250258" border="0" /></a> first Thanksgiving with Big Brownie in 2007. It was COLD that day and we still had healthy Bubba and Sissy our boxers with us. It seemed so long ago, but also, it just seemed like yesterday. We hadn't yet had Little Brownie or Andy our newest 4 legged son. Big Brownies was dressed in a brown sweater suit with a matching hat. So adorable!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Then the following Thanksgiving...we had Little Brownie. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Uu4eLOIGsLobQm_UVKa52uMmqzimTVJkBVelP8tixJX1NZ_8IFA4O10nBMFnMY6qXO4VtXiUHahEbsDnC7waosEb6Q0JXqL0SmgabJHUakPIfxCP6dqr8MGv-cXCeHzQ2pEHx1qThGuS/s1600/IMG_3887.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Uu4eLOIGsLobQm_UVKa52uMmqzimTVJkBVelP8tixJX1NZ_8IFA4O10nBMFnMY6qXO4VtXiUHahEbsDnC7waosEb6Q0JXqL0SmgabJHUakPIfxCP6dqr8MGv-cXCeHzQ2pEHx1qThGuS/s200/IMG_3887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678259778596294050" border="0" /></a>Freshly born the month before, he was truly a blessing to our family. On the following Thanksgiving with 2 Brownies, I remember feeling thankful that we still had our Bubba and Sissy, although in a few short months, we would lose him to a brain tumor. And within a few months after, we lost our Sissy and added Andy to our family. We have so much to be thankful. We have health, we have a roof over our head and food in our bellies. We have hugs and smiles.<br /><br />It is so fun to hear the Brownies talk about the things they love. Big Brownies favorite supper is a hamburger and queso cheese dip with chips. We call it Special Supper. The boys always ask, are we gonna put it in the <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0UseXNmN8X4ufCeG8nVXFbktoT2nO66VRBLt1DBhVdkUmQ1rfUR6CIfUOCfm9O9JLreLLgqTETYDf9CdjW6p5fB4Iuw7dxUH-gjGdPEANpvIRjRTnBkhPOPaxNv6R0hLdbIaYEBzESJG/s1600/IMG_3579.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0UseXNmN8X4ufCeG8nVXFbktoT2nO66VRBLt1DBhVdkUmQ1rfUR6CIfUOCfm9O9JLreLLgqTETYDf9CdjW6p5fB4Iuw7dxUH-gjGdPEANpvIRjRTnBkhPOPaxNv6R0hLdbIaYEBzESJG/s200/IMG_3579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678259285906839762" border="0" /></a>green bowl and sit in the floor? We indeed use the same green bowl that was my Grandma for the "special supper", sit in the living room floor and gather around to eat. We usually watch something special or cool on t.v. and giggle most of the dinner away. Daddy Brown and I look at each other and smile knowing that this is our little family unit that we are so blessed to have. We giggle on a DAILY basis at the sayings and actions that seem so unbelievable and inconceivable that they have grown enough to comprehend such complex subjects. So thankful for the kindness the Brownies have in loving on each other and their friends. Big Brownie still asks on a weekly basis if there is a special seed in my belly...he really wants a sister!<br /><br />So today as I look forward to yet another thankful Thanksgiving, I feel my life is a never ending flood of blessings. My heart is full today of joy and happiness. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqweTPxkWcet487z0750cUkb0esn5YHkYP3j_YY58jZ5McxKzcUHHm8r6ZzQSYrgeuBiToJmtUB9vObd5Q7pMX_4TDGtfBtU7w4HgWtt5m3pDrt3Nd6cF7ihD5E_Uqfmmoq-cxd52AhWD/s1600/_MG_3754.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqweTPxkWcet487z0750cUkb0esn5YHkYP3j_YY58jZ5McxKzcUHHm8r6ZzQSYrgeuBiToJmtUB9vObd5Q7pMX_4TDGtfBtU7w4HgWtt5m3pDrt3Nd6cF7ihD5E_Uqfmmoq-cxd52AhWD/s200/_MG_3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678260386420023298" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3537742581022379957.post-26234443218109115162011-10-07T03:07:00.001-05:002011-10-08T09:28:17.165-05:00Little Brownie is 3...<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT1gd5GOPaaVCNuSm5zYkXccapTuhPM2n0I80pZy0D2fjaHqXE_Upy5Uwe35oiDc3DWSB9UcEksoxdbTSxOhvwWmZW_uqLLB5a8eICYFlnriGsRi7fTrNlrngAnmFIctsYSm7cZCJM_Wi/s1600/IMG_2676.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT1gd5GOPaaVCNuSm5zYkXccapTuhPM2n0I80pZy0D2fjaHqXE_Upy5Uwe35oiDc3DWSB9UcEksoxdbTSxOhvwWmZW_uqLLB5a8eICYFlnriGsRi7fTrNlrngAnmFIctsYSm7cZCJM_Wi/s200/IMG_2676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660620000636071634" border="0" /></a>Well...As of 3:07a this morning, our Little Brownie is officially 3 years old. Daddy Brown and I are so incredibly blessed to have our babies in our lives and to have a story to tell...well, makes it that much more fun to watch him play and sing. I posted our story on his first birthday <a href="http://brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html">here</a> on our family blog and on that very day, I decided to share our audio of the 911 call of his birth. I only share it annually on his birthday, and if you are interested in our story, I've linked the post below. I still cry to this day when I remember the details and continue to listen to his birth often, especially on particularly trying days. I hope it is as much of a blessing to you, as he is to us.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ts9AziSH0mVNrr-CbvS_VVyLbC7GrxnsRPtgPQZoYsa1BsRDN7CWK9BkXAaIjmihmM2TxNvH5ShLvsDwHAOOD3EN5HBrKQJVmzW-cJTAqB5AXgOqX4hnm7p_zE7X0WdboE-mCIdsNG5t/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ts9AziSH0mVNrr-CbvS_VVyLbC7GrxnsRPtgPQZoYsa1BsRDN7CWK9BkXAaIjmihmM2TxNvH5ShLvsDwHAOOD3EN5HBrKQJVmzW-cJTAqB5AXgOqX4hnm7p_zE7X0WdboE-mCIdsNG5t/s200/IMG_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660618308227742466" border="0" /></a>On his 3rd birthday, Little Brownie is 100% potty trained. He enjoys "Bible School" a.k.a. Mother's Day Out 2 days a week. He speaks to you as if he himself is an adult. His favorite catch phrase at the moment is "Do you understand me?" He LOVES dinosaurs, especially T-Rex. He loves Thomas the Train, tractors, trucks and LOVES to ride his gator in the yard. He likes to play Super Hero with Big Brownie. He is the one that our dog Andy enjoys playing with the most, because Little Brownie is not afraid to get in the floor and wrestle with him. He sleeps in his own full-size bed and typically likes for Big Brownie to bunk up with him. Big Brownie almost every night prefers to bunk with him as well. He loves for his Daddy to play with him in the afternoon for "6 more minutes". He gives REAL kisses and hugs to most everyone and pretty much does not know a stranger. He enjoys the ladies for sure. He will team up with a girlfriend at the park he has never met and say, "Come on, let's go find bugs". And strangely enough, they follow him...because who wouldn't? He has a way of melting my heart at night after books have been read, songs have concluded and lights go out, by the way he whispers, "I love you Mama." And to wake up to, "Come on Mom, it's a beautiful day outside" come rain or shine. And the way he pronounces Mom sounds more like "MAAAWWWM"! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR LITTLE BROWNIE! We love you more than the air we breathe.<br /><br /><a href="http://brownfamilysoundoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-miracle-here-on-earth.html">Our Miracle Here on Earth...</a><br /><br /><br /></div>Mama Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10929274017456314452noreply@blogger.com3