<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:13:49.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bestor Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-943020502149219788</id><published>2011-05-31T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T08:42:25.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy update: Week 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Wow! It's been 10 weeks since I gave you all a real good update about our newest baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestor&lt;/span&gt;. A lot has happened already and we are getting really excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things have been moving quickly - much quicker than they seemed with Jet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My belly has been growing so quickly and I only fit into one pair of pants and two pairs of shorts (with the rubber band trick - ladies, you know what I'm talking about!). I dread the day I have to retire those size 3's and invest in maternity clothes, which is probably soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888764096396338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3jrRH_mJYg/TeT8l7O_PDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NwWhqjzwCPk/s320/DSCN7062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3WIGphpk5g/TeT8mEtbfWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fKwZxXNo54A/s1600/DSCN7063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888766639996258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3WIGphpk5g/TeT8mEtbfWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fKwZxXNo54A/s320/DSCN7063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Around 12 weeks I started to feel the little "flutters" of quickening. I was so excited to know what was coming in the next few weeks. 4 weeks later (16 weeks pregnant) I finally felt the first real kick. Sorry, I mean KICKS. I was sitting at the computer just as I am now and I felt a little poke in my lower right side. I thought about it for a minute, but brushed it off as gas or something. Then when it happened two more times in a row, each time harder than the first, I knew it was the baby. I just looked down at my belly and smiled to myself. "This is the BEST." I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBaJz1HX30/TeT_gBZwyKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/69CsNwpBfUA/s1600/DSCN7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612891961207867554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoBaJz1HX30/TeT_gBZwyKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/69CsNwpBfUA/s400/DSCN7059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The baby has been very active ever since. Way more than Jet was at this stage. To my surprise it wasn't even a week later we could actually see and feel the baby kicking on the outside of my belly. There have been nights where Andy has fallen asleep with his hand on my belly feeling the baby kick the night away. Jet is having a blast! I don't have to ask him to come feel the baby. Sometimes I will be standing in the kitchen doing the dishes and he will lift up my shirt to expose my belly and say "Hello Bee!(baby)". One of the cutest moments yet was when Jet put his cheek on my belly to "give the baby a kiss" and the baby kicked his cheek. Jet was shocked! But he thought it was hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612894068968293362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IxJ6ovWmbs/TeUBatbAg_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/CnkmNUzbh-4/s320/DSCN7057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My latest Dr appointment was eventful. I had an appointment for the next week, but I had to get in THAT day because I passed out after I had showered and I opened my eyes to Jet standing over me crying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maa&lt;/span&gt;!". My blood pressure was extremely low and I was very low in iron. While they were doing my blood work, I passed out &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. They had to give me crackers and and apple juice while they kept an eye on my blood pressure. That took about a half hour and then they took more blood and did a second urinalysis. Let's just say I was pretty exhausted after that, but it wasn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Dr was listening to the baby's heartbeat with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doppler&lt;/span&gt; and got a funny look on his face. He asked me "Did you write anything on your medical history form about a family history of heart defects or problems?" I said "Well yes, of course. My husband's father past away at 37 from an undetected heart defect." The Dr immediately called into to schedule me an ultrasound with a specialist about an hour away to get a really good look at the heart. I was pretty upset about it, but he explained that something just didn't sit right with him. Something seemed a little abnormal, but most likely the baby is fine. He just wants to take precaution and get a series of ultrasounds done. I have yet to hear when my appointment is. Of course with military you have to go through paper work and referrals before you can get anything extensive done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612900588757066594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl2nyNkVLQU/TeUHWNhyI2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/qbK07xRjdTw/s320/DSCN7064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I know things will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. And if I have any doubts I just have to sit still for a moment to feel the baby roll around and give me a reassuring kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612903711311478898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AR9E5CUi0dE/TeUKL98xQHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/O_C_QP5mUCA/s400/cravings%2Bweek%2B18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Here are my cravings lately. Pretty silly huh! Thank goodness it's payday. I'm going grocery shopping ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-943020502149219788?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/943020502149219788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2011/05/pregnancy-update-week-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/943020502149219788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/943020502149219788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2011/05/pregnancy-update-week-18.html' title='Pregnancy update: Week 18'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3jrRH_mJYg/TeT8l7O_PDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NwWhqjzwCPk/s72-c/DSCN7062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-5145970220323313776</id><published>2011-03-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:30:30.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy update: Week 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;A lot of people have been saying to me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"well that didn't take long!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when they find out we're expecting again. To be honest, we were just as surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Like I said in my previous post, Andy arrived home the 16th of January. I found out I was pregnant February 25th. I was already 4 weeks along. If you do the math, that means Andy was only home 2 1/2 weeks before this eggo was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; prego! Crazy! What's even crazier is...I was on birth control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSSU3-IzZJU/TZO_y-lYoqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VZyZK_71F90/s1600/ist2_967468_baby_stork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590022445011083938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSSU3-IzZJU/TZO_y-lYoqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VZyZK_71F90/s400/ist2_967468_baby_stork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The whole 2 weeks leading up to the 25th I just &lt;em&gt;felt &lt;/em&gt;pregnant. I was so tired all the time and I swear I went up two bra sizes. I decided to test at home and all 3 tests came back negative. So I made an appointment to switch birth control pills and get them filled. Well, that didn't exactly go as planned. The doctor had me take a blood test to make sure I really wasn't pregnant and come to find out about an hour later she walks in and says with raised eyebrows "It's positive..". She didn't know if that was okay that she was saying that! (Hahaha!) She wasn't sure if I wanted to be pregnant. I wasn't sure either, but I guess I didn't have a choice now! Instead of coming home with more birth control pills, I came home with prenatal vitamins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590022925430441026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPzIadLTfQE/TZPAO8SSREI/AAAAAAAAAWk/kd33ECw2eKo/s320/DSCN4425.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I had no idea how I was going to tell Andy! But I did know I didn't want to make it obvious. When I got home and walked into the house he of course asked "how'd it go?" and all I could think to do was to throw him the bottle of prenatal vitamins. He caught them as I said "The doctor told me to take these.". He sighted the word "prenatal" and knew exactly what was going on. He was less than thrilled to be perfectly honest, but it had a lot to do with shock. He eventually did start to get excited after he made me take 2 home pregnancy tests, which were of course positive and he downloaded a pregnancy app on his iPhone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590024987590917874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vc5esh6JX3k/TZPCG-bp_vI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ohKXIOGad3k/s400/DSCN4420.JPG" /&gt;(sorry the picture is blurry)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I wasn't expecting to get an ultrasound earlier this week, but because of complications earlier on (everything is fine) they wanted to make sure baby was growing properly. He/she definitely was! The heartbeat was strong and it's little arms and legs were squirming away! It almost looked like it was dancing. I'm in love already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXiexgVUvLE/TZPEWJiY0tI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jimymoPoqcg/s1600/DSCN4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590027447293235922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXiexgVUvLE/TZPEWJiY0tI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jimymoPoqcg/s400/DSCN4423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This pregnancy so far has been totally different from my pregnancy with Jet. First of all, as you can tell, I am "showing" a lot sooner. In the picture above I am 8 weeks 6 days and I didn't look that pregnant until about 11-12 weeks last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Morning sickness kicked in earlier, harder, and longer than it did with Jet. I'm still suffering with it all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I hate food so much. I will/can only eat things I feel like eating at that very moment. If it takes to long to get it or I think about eating it the next day, nope - not happening. I gag with just the thought. With Jet I ate and ate and ate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590032241488803458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2hVuM9oE9o/TZPItNTrtoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jy-1QIIO7BQ/s400/cravings%2Bweek%2B9.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Those are just the&lt;em&gt; few &lt;/em&gt;foods I could eat on a day to day basis. Maybe even all day. Infact, I think I'm going to have a salad now. Mmmm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-5145970220323313776?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/5145970220323313776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancy-update-week-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/5145970220323313776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/5145970220323313776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2011/03/pregnancy-update-week-8.html' title='Pregnancy update: Week 8'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSSU3-IzZJU/TZO_y-lYoqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VZyZK_71F90/s72-c/ist2_967468_baby_stork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-506708278458882466</id><published>2011-03-21T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:44:44.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Andy is home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 2 full years of living without him and now we are finally together under the same roof! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586618001012994018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJSC03cHykY/TYeneQYur-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/IVAK8hheyIY/s400/DSCF6228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andy received his PCS orders to Fort Leavenworth, KS in October and I began the long and grueling process of a military move. After piles of paperwork and packing I got in the car and drove out to Kansas (making a quick stop in WI for Christmas) and moved into our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586621862997058034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxdxUjK3ykI/TYeq_DZe4fI/AAAAAAAAAVg/X1_QRJXlXOE/s400/232323232%257Ffp733%253B3_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B247_8335nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy arrived here soon after. It was a long wait, but so worth it! Jet was a little shy at first, but he warmed up of course. Andy was given leave to get things situated at home before he went to work on post, so we took advantage and took a little trip back to IA and WI to see his family. He hadn't seen them for an entire year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After our trip we were able to settle down and get used to this new life. That is until...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586624358983064210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYeQMDUIi9Q/TYetQVq62pI/AAAAAAAAAVo/p--5ABkD-Ao/s400/232323232%257Ffp733%253B7_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B23956335nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;...we found out I'M PREGNANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess 2 months was all it took. It was definatly a shock and there was some denial, but now we are so excited! And of course I'm hoping for a baby girl this time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftM945EYq5Q/TYffczB5xyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i8C0FLWpvqI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp__2_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B74_85335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586679548603909922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftM945EYq5Q/TYffczB5xyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i8C0FLWpvqI/s320/232323232%257Ffp__2_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B74_85335nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOYQ_CAHsA/TYffcmjhDKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cdkgcw4ZPSA/s1600/232323232%257Ffp__6_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B3%253B7_%253B335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586679545255234722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOYQ_CAHsA/TYffcmjhDKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cdkgcw4ZPSA/s320/232323232%257Ffp__6_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B3%253B7_%253B335nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrrvtiPpimQ/TYffcd6b8NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pQBYk1Cokec/s1600/232323232%257Ffp__6_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B6_866335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586679542935449810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vrrvtiPpimQ/TYffcd6b8NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pQBYk1Cokec/s320/232323232%257Ffp__6_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B6_866335nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftM945EYq5Q/TYffczB5xyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i8C0FLWpvqI/s1600/232323232%257Ffp__2_nu%253D6267_636_254_WSNRCG%253D3449%253B74_85335nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so excited for Jet to be a big brother! At least once a day he will come up to me and point at my tummy and say "Oh BeeBeee". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God has truely blessed us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-506708278458882466?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/506708278458882466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/506708278458882466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/506708278458882466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile..'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJSC03cHykY/TYeneQYur-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/IVAK8hheyIY/s72-c/DSCF6228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-2915761268207340912</id><published>2010-05-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:57:15.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye..My life as an Army wife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-MH7KORy4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/6IQNW6xzDV0/s1600/320.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Before our son Jet was born, Andy and I had talked about the military. I'll never forget the day he came home with an inch thick packet and bunch of notes he had taken about the Army. The benefits were attractive, but I still was uneasy knowing our family could be separated so easily. For a few months we put off the decision and just prepared for the baby to come, but as soon as Jet was in Andy's arms he knew he needed to do something to provide for his new little family. He enlisted a month later and received the news he would be shipped to basic training in Fort Knox on August 10th. So just a day short of a month after we were married, I drove Andy to Milwaukee and said goodbye to him for the next 3 months - at least. I remember shaking so badly. I got Jet out of his carseat and handed him to Andy. "Say goodbye to your son.." I said to him. He took his boy in his arms and walked to the edge of the parking garage looking over the city. I stayed by the car and cried. Andy just rocked Jet and didn't say a word. I can't imagine how he was feeling at that moment. A few minutes later Andy came back to the car, handed Jet back to me, looked me straight in the face and said &lt;em&gt;"I love you so much. You be strong and I will be too. This is going to make our lives and our future so much better.".&lt;/em&gt; He kissed me and I watched him walk away until I couldn't see him anymore. It was then, when I was all alone in the parking garage with a 3 month old baby that I realized - &lt;strong&gt;I'm an Army wife&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468184197555410258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LkjlWx1VI/AAAAAAAAASY/U2xMIw2rKXc/s400/123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;This was the last picture we took together before he left. Every Army wife will remember the first time they had to say goodbye to their soldier. This was my first and certainly not my last time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The drive home was worse than the drive there. It was around 10:30 when I finally got back into Beaver Dam and I didn't want to go home to an empty apartment just yet. Everyone in Beaver Dam knows that if there's nothing else to do - you go to Walmart. (It's a small town) Right next to Walmart was the Army Career Center where Andy was recruited. Even though I knew no one was in there at that time of night, I wanted to bust in the doors and scream at the men who convinced my husband to join. I sat in the parking lot for about an hour. Silly I know, but I honestly had no idea what to do with myself. I ended up going home and as soon as I walked through the door I fell to my knees and asked for help from the only person who could help me, God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468191367570957026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LrE7vsouI/AAAAAAAAASg/ioIevZICA2s/s400/027.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was just me and Jet for the next several months. He kept me sane. He kept me going. He kept me motivated. And eventually when Andy and I were able to write each other that was another huge boost of motivation. 3:06 was the happiest time of the day - when the mail came. The mailman became my bestfriend and on the days he didn't come with a letter from Andy he was my worst enemy. I wrote Andy every day. For awhile I didn't even know if he was receiving my letters, because I never got any back. Soon enough he did write back and updated me with all the events that had passed and what obsticles he still had ahead. I sent him pictures of our growing boy and of course filled pages and pages with words of gratitude for all he was doing for us. We wrote little questionaires for each other and counted down the days until when we would be able to see each other again. At the beginning of October I got to see my new soldier husband for the first time in his basic training picture that he sent to me along with an invitation to his graduation on the 23rd. It didn't come fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LvQPUv-VI/AAAAAAAAASo/wmFlHnRPSQM/s1600/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468195959851710802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LvQPUv-VI/AAAAAAAAASo/wmFlHnRPSQM/s400/209.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Just a day away until we left for Kentucky to see Andy. We made it through the first separation. I didn't make it alone. I had help along the way. I just want to take this opportunity now to thank my family for helping me and supporting me, as well as two beautiful girls. My best friends. I couldn't have made it through without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LxaE4aUgI/AAAAAAAAASw/1BOZu58bd4A/s1600/sdfwgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468198327870444034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LxaE4aUgI/AAAAAAAAASw/1BOZu58bd4A/s400/sdfwgv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Finally! October 23rd, 2009 I got to see my husband again. I watched Andy march into the ceremony with his platoon. He wasn't a kid anymore. He was a MAN. The ceremony ended and families were able to go onto the floor and find their soldiers. I pushed through the crowd and caught sight of Andy. I ran into his arms. Finally! For the next 6 hours he was mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468200837693306450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LzsKsz9lI/AAAAAAAAAS4/07lINu2jgiM/s400/DSCF3196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468201357465009442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L0KbACvSI/AAAAAAAAATA/yZxPalhm0Bo/s400/DSCF3197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468201911607988322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L0qrWBkGI/AAAAAAAAATI/dvgPPE3AP8o/s400/DSCF3198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468204059185982322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L2nrshK3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/z_ySW3Eu9vs/s400/253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468204466241572258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L2_YGIjaI/AAAAAAAAATY/KnbKUY-trvM/s320/254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468204917448076898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L3Zo-JbmI/AAAAAAAAATg/WjpDt67lZCQ/s400/263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468205306735092946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L3wTLZ5NI/AAAAAAAAATo/bidi1JpDWE4/s400/264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468205825779676178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L4OgxRtBI/AAAAAAAAATw/kpQXWO1-JvU/s400/260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Once again, after the day was over we had to say goodbye. This time wasn't any easier than the first. AIT (advanced individual training) for Andy, back to Beaver Dam for me and Jet. Soon enough He would be home for Christmas. Only two months this time. And things got easier as we were able to talk on the phone more often. Andy's MOS (military occupation specialty) is a 31E also known as an Internment/Resettlement Specialist. At AIT he trained in combatives, individual weapons, detainee operations and etc. Pretty soon he started getting the hang of this "Army" stuff - it was obvious after he shot expert for the 9mm and m16! Another proud moment - and they keep coming. About half way into AIT Andy called me one night very upset. Of course I asked, what was wrong. He paused and then he got right to the point. "I'm going to Cuba." he said blankly. I just kept saying "no...no...no!". It was hard to accept. We knew it was a possibility from the beginning, but we were made to believe by several sources that he most likely wouldn't be. Of course we did eventually come to terms with the fact. Never has the phrase "One day at a time" been so overused in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468213272092630658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L-_8coXoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jo2JiyIskBw/s200/sdf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468213568349476066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L_RMFxFOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YSi6ASMsISE/s200/wtgqegh.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468214443637261122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-MAEIyow0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/zAZTSjC3q38/s400/M16.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468214696699381698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-MAS3hWR8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/w5HDlUVQdVc/s400/sgrw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468214167759888418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-L_0FEWICI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yA0KBPEXvbQ/s400/ownfgoqeng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;December 16th I sat in the terminal in the Milwaukee airport. I got a special pass to meet my soldier at the gate. I got there an hour early. Bad idea! I got so anxious I had to call a friend to call me down. All of the sudden a plane started pulling up to the gate. I jumped to my feet. People started crowding down the hall. I couldn't see Andy anywhere. Soon less and less people where getting off the plane. I was beginning to worry I was at the wrong gate, but then I caught a unmistakable color of his ACU's. He caught sight of me. I ran to him and he dropped his bags. Oh how I love that first embrace. People were watching and some even started clapping. I felt like I was in a movie! I looked at my sweet husband and touched his face. "It's really you! Not just a picture!" I said to him. We got stopped every 5 feet by people wanting to shake Andy's hand and thank him for his service. He deserved every bit of attention. Christmas was wonderful. I got everything I wanted. New Years eve was wonderful also, but it was bittersweet knowing Andy would be leaving the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;January 2nd and another goodbye. We kissed goodbye right in front of security. Andy was late getting on his plane so he had to leave in a hurry. He didn't look back. Once again I was left there alone. The tears definatly came. This time it would be 6 months at the least until I would see him again. I broke down. A lady that saw what had happened came up to me and shook my hand. She was crying too. "I just wanted to let you know, that I've never seen anything sweeter than what I just saw with you and your husband." She said. "And I just wanted to thank you for your family's sacrifice for our country. God bless you." I will never forget her kindness and encouragement. Thank you whoever you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye...To you those are simple words. To me they are the story of my life. I wouldn't change a thing. I'll be waiting until our next hello and I'll still be here after our 100th goodbye. I love you Andy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468223085495831426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-MH7KORy4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/6IQNW6xzDV0/s400/320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468222804877769618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-MHq01t-5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/5ofuATDpsSw/s400/324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-2915761268207340912?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/2915761268207340912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/cr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/2915761268207340912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/2915761268207340912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/cr.html' title='Hello, Goodbye..My life as an Army wife.'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-LkjlWx1VI/AAAAAAAAASY/U2xMIw2rKXc/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-3047642182178209755</id><published>2010-05-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:01:22.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a growin' boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The last time I blogged about Jet he was about a month old! Now he is 13 months old! He is growing up to look even more like his daddy. He is still the sweetest, happiest baby. He is my pride and joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D2xX6ftfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jcBlUAYvWZY/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467641275721168370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D2xX6ftfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jcBlUAYvWZY/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467645485213331586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D6mZfosII/AAAAAAAAARA/PaGplFnls_s/s400/DSCF3588.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A lot of people predicted Jet's hair would get darker and that his eyes would turn brown. Well, obviously they were far off! Jet still has beautiful bright red hair and crystal blue eyes. People that I don't even know stop me in the store all the time, just to let me know how beautiful they think Jet is. Jet loves the attention. He is such a flirt. I've taught him to tilt his head to the side and smile when I say "be cute!". He has the cutest little dimple on one cheek. They always die for that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467643043041514498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D4YPsgFAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X605mJr0OqA/s320/DSCF4255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jet is such a boy! He loves to be outside. He loves the grass the dirt and especially the bugs! If he catches sight of any kind of bug he laughs and claps his hands. Jet loves cars. He thinks everything is a car. He will take his shoes, the remote, his sippy cup or a block and "drive" them around the carpet making "vroom vroom" noises. He also loves airplanes. He has a bunch of little toy airplanes and he will run around the house holding them in the air. Jet's bedroom is done with an airplane/car theme. He loves to play with his toys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467652053428920578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EAkuAQ4QI/AAAAAAAAARo/R0TWH-20u5o/s320/DSCF3792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D-M0PBbrI/AAAAAAAAARI/vbdlGiwsWcQ/s1600/DSCF4270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467649443761319602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D-M0PBbrI/AAAAAAAAARI/vbdlGiwsWcQ/s200/DSCF4270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D-iIQUwLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vYIcociCMEk/s1600/DSCF4272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467649809912742066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D-iIQUwLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vYIcociCMEk/s200/DSCF4272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D-8_MbSiI/AAAAAAAAARY/DBr1vSzkP-E/s1600/DSCF3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467650271336942114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D-8_MbSiI/AAAAAAAAARY/DBr1vSzkP-E/s200/DSCF3729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467651444527904706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EABRq8t8I/AAAAAAAAARg/UVTqkglAuYs/s320/DSCF3938.JPG" /&gt;Jet has Andy's laugh. To hear them laugh at the same time is like hearing an echo. They make the same facial expressions and have similar mannerisms. Sometimes I look at Jet and see Andy shining through so clearly it darn near breaks my heart. It is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EC43UXP3I/AAAAAAAAARw/8l3CMmQsVXA/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467654598549782386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EC43UXP3I/AAAAAAAAARw/8l3CMmQsVXA/s200/135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EDESj50CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ebbdtOadpW8/s1600/hotashell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467654794841280546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EDESj50CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ebbdtOadpW8/s200/hotashell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the similarity? Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jet has a very special toy that mommy got for him the day he said his first word ("dog"). It is a cute stuffed dog he likes to call "Dog-Dog". He can't sleep without it. He carries it all over the house. He hugs it so tight. He trys to feed it food and give it his sippy cup. He is his constant companion while he watches his favorite show - Little Bear on Disney Channel. He has just recently been ok with Dog-Dog waiting in the car while we go into the store. I'm hoping he grows out of this attatchment eventually, but for now I think it is absolutely adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EFe8Mg9TI/AAAAAAAAASA/49h5rQaEOPQ/s1600/DSCF4262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467657451717326130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EFe8Mg9TI/AAAAAAAAASA/49h5rQaEOPQ/s400/DSCF4262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EFwBgdHAI/AAAAAAAAASI/PYmUdd5orQQ/s1600/DSCF4261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467657745200913410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EFwBgdHAI/AAAAAAAAASI/PYmUdd5orQQ/s400/DSCF4261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jet loves stories and songs. At least once a day I sit Jet on my lap, sing him songs and read him stories. As soon as he is sitting on my lap he claps his hands and sings. He knows exactly what time it is. His favorites are "Patty Cake", "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and "Old Mcdonald". Jet is so sweet! But of course, he's got his naughty side. He gets into everything! He knows how to undo the childproof locks and get into the cupboards. His favorite is the pantry. The other day I caught him after he dumped out a whole box of cereal. He managed to shove a few handfuls into his mouth before I got to him. I know he seems like a handful at times, but I know I will look back and see these days as the simple times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EH4cR5tkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ztbcY1grRk/s1600/DSCF4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467660088849839682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-EH4cR5tkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ztbcY1grRk/s400/DSCF4279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jet is my precious baby boy. I love him so much. Words cannot describe. I love being a mommy. Everyday he brings me joy, makes me laugh and sometimes he makes me cry. It is hard knowing my sweet husband is missing out on a happiness he barely got to know before he left. He is working hard to provide the best future for his son. He loves him very much. Although Jet hasn't been around his daddy to connect with him, he knows who he is. He knows something is missing. Soon I'll have both of my boys. What a happy day that will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-3047642182178209755?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/3047642182178209755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-growin-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/3047642182178209755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/3047642182178209755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-growin-boy.html' title='He&apos;s a growin&apos; boy!'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-D2xX6ftfI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jcBlUAYvWZY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-2331260343523410267</id><published>2010-05-04T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T04:17:27.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shortly after Andy was deployed I decided it's time to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moping around&lt;/span&gt;, get off my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;butt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;support my husband&lt;/span&gt;! A fresh start was the thing I needed and thats exactly what I gave myself when I decided to move to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I packed up everything I could fit in my little Honda Accord, (including me and Jet of course) drove 10 hours straight and finally arrived in Mount Juliet. I stayed with my sister Sarah for two weeks until we could move into our new &lt;em&gt;2 bedroom&lt;/em&gt; apartment. The first day I was here I loved it. The weather was nice, the people were nice, the area was nice and the accents are awesome! The longer I'm here the more it feels like home. All brand new furniture helps too! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467363225862457554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_54veQyNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1KS5y10XhaA/s320/DSCF3774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467363622005738578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_6PzOLjFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4YVdWx865EA/s320/DSCF3777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467365234131411282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_7to25IVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zcO3kbcT7S4/s320/DSCF3747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467367429100476722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_9tZwTGTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/STswmwNi0ts/s320/kitchen.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We live right behind, well - everything! JcPenny, Old Navy, Ross, Target, Tjmaxx, Homegoods, Belk, A Childrens Place, Bath and Body Works, and Best Buy are only just a few of the stores walking distance from my door. There's also a movie theater, a billion restaurants, and 2 or 3 grocery stores. Oh and best of all, Sarah is only 10 minutes away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Jet's new friends! I mean cousins... I mean "super heros".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-AAeR8d6uI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_r0u68u5O2Y/s1600/DSCF3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467370467840879330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-AAeR8d6uI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_r0u68u5O2Y/s320/DSCF3597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-AA89jV7QI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V1GaNaOLYB8/s1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467370994942733570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S-AA89jV7QI/AAAAAAAAAQg/V1GaNaOLYB8/s400/boys.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Jet is having so much fun with his cousins! I'm so glad to be here and to be near my best-sister-friend! I love watching our babes play together and of course girls nights, lunch dates, and shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-2331260343523410267?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/2331260343523410267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/2331260343523410267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/2331260343523410267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home.'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_54veQyNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1KS5y10XhaA/s72-c/DSCF3774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767209043047906647.post-8894518011925243047</id><published>2010-05-04T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:30:07.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A year ago, seems like 5 years ago! A lot has happened and a lot has changed, but we've grown so much! It's been awhile since I've done this blogging business, so maybe I should catch you up? Let's rewind just a little and I'll show you just how far we've come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;September 4th, 2006 Andy and I met on the first day of school. We were both in the same choir class. I automatically noticed him, as he was being his normal obnoxious self. We were friends through friends. We dated each others best friends before we eventually started dating each other. I've never had so much fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467346941019135970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_rE1tDn-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/6hRb1j4gTRc/s320/silly!.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;July 11th, 2008 we found out I was pregnant. We decided right then and there, two things: we are idiots, and we are going to take full responsibility for our actions. We decided to keep the baby, get married and start a happy family - sound impossible? Just wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_j8MI6x6I/AAAAAAAAANg/9EvcMOGzGYA/s1600/ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467339095841359778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_j8MI6x6I/AAAAAAAAANg/9EvcMOGzGYA/s200/ultrasound.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_jU7CowFI/AAAAAAAAANY/MdFyFMDICbw/s1600/prego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467338421236711506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_jU7CowFI/AAAAAAAAANY/MdFyFMDICbw/s200/prego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Andy and I got full time jobs. I worked all 9 months I was pregnant. While I was saving money for diapers and formula, Andy saved for something a little different....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467341461780231410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_mF58s9PI/AAAAAAAAANw/sfz-B45dekQ/s200/078.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;...an engagement ring! (Best Christmas ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;March 28th, 2009. Our Sweet Baby boy finally arrived. Jet Andrew Bestor. 7 Pounds 11 ounces. Long red hair and crystal blue eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467343690097917346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_oHnFCfaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6FeBHjFKz9E/s320/redhead.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;July 11th, 2009 we were married. It was a beautiful garden wedding! The happiest day of my life. I married my sweetheart, my bestfriend, my other half.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467345501522474066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_pxDKTtFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AM17uHTRbUo/s400/l_254a93fb54e647818d5b167a65ef0b45.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A few months before Jet was born Andy enlisted in the Army as an active duty soldier, so sadly not even a full month after we were married he left for basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. Written letters were our only form of communication for 3 months. It was hard for both of us! Jet and I were able to go to his basic training graduation and be with him for a couple of hours before he got shipped to AIT. I was so proud to see my husband as a soldier for the first time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_upp0d2PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bBPF1Xzctfk/s1600/DSCF3192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467350872019032306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_upp0d2PI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bBPF1Xzctfk/s200/DSCF3192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_u4Frje4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/dKrsUTeb8zk/s1600/DSCF3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467351120016014210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_u4Frje4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/dKrsUTeb8zk/s200/DSCF3195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_vQ6oYPCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y_V732kQ8kQ/s1600/DSCF3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467351546546633762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_vQ6oYPCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y_V732kQ8kQ/s200/DSCF3200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Andy was at AIT for another 3 months. While he was there we found out he would be deployed shortly after Christmas. Though we already knew that was a high possibility when he joined the Army, it was still heartbreaking for us. Andy came home for Christmas and New Years and we enjoyed the little time we did have together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_xMDU0DlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E7IOO96kALM/s1600/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467353662004399698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_xMDU0DlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E7IOO96kALM/s320/312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;January 2nd, 2010 was the last time I saw my husband and the last time Jet saw his daddy. I can't wait for the day when we'll actually be able to live together and be a family again. That won't be for another year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One year. Hmm seems more like 5 to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3767209043047906647-8894518011925243047?l=jetbestor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/feeds/8894518011925243047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/8894518011925243047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3767209043047906647/posts/default/8894518011925243047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetbestor.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year.'/><author><name>The Bestor Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01213060102318457312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_Qs7h_h-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/j3hjn9zZZxI/S220/DSCF3201.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OhE8DnzQ9E/S9_rE1tDn-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/6hRb1j4gTRc/s72-c/silly!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
