<?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-6915437793570038731</id><updated>2012-02-03T05:00:48.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing1&amp;Thing2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-324876720502124374</id><published>2011-04-11T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:52:39.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>8 years ago we brought you home. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynf-IU-TYFU/TaNlYBlKo5I/AAAAAAAAA9g/WI8evib49mI/s1600/chase%2Bupclose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594426625539875730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynf-IU-TYFU/TaNlYBlKo5I/AAAAAAAAA9g/WI8evib49mI/s320/chase%2Bupclose2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our heart was now outside ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1GvLlkbj2k/TaNlYISux_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/qIaW9ID46Fo/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594426627341600754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1GvLlkbj2k/TaNlYISux_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/qIaW9ID46Fo/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every day you bring us so much joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74YmsjH0_o0/TaNlY2_ta0I/AAAAAAAAA94/DzWg-__9Xr0/s1600/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594426639878286146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74YmsjH0_o0/TaNlY2_ta0I/AAAAAAAAA94/DzWg-__9Xr0/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cannot believe how fast you grew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxKL_FPSXQ0/TaNlYaQA79I/AAAAAAAAA9w/HOXvV357n-g/s1600/beach%2BGA%2Bhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594426632162045906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxKL_FPSXQ0/TaNlYaQA79I/AAAAAAAAA9w/HOXvV357n-g/s320/beach%2BGA%2Bhat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With your little personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFu5TsLZRAQ/TaNlZHYwUAI/AAAAAAAAA-A/1qLfTyXcEXI/s1600/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594426644278300674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFu5TsLZRAQ/TaNlZHYwUAI/AAAAAAAAA-A/1qLfTyXcEXI/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Full of life and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_U2JwYQIIk/TaNqGUppEsI/AAAAAAAAA-I/0IlKuM3cD3o/s1600/CIMG1917_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594431818979414722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_U2JwYQIIk/TaNqGUppEsI/AAAAAAAAA-I/0IlKuM3cD3o/s320/CIMG1917_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And you are the best big brother. How loving you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELnTQd62zyQ/TaNqGldcoSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9TgWdqmu_aY/s1600/DSCN2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594431823491670306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELnTQd62zyQ/TaNqGldcoSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9TgWdqmu_aY/s320/DSCN2928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each year that passes makes us love you more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg4NlyZDVcY/TaNqHODeKAI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mxogTDfn4W0/s1600/Maybeach%2B124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594431834388572162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg4NlyZDVcY/TaNqHODeKAI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mxogTDfn4W0/s320/Maybeach%2B124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing as you explore the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjKo4sVc2MU/TaNqHW1Xr_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/IwjfvnqeS3w/s1600/Maybeach%2B269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594431836745347058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjKo4sVc2MU/TaNqHW1Xr_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/IwjfvnqeS3w/s320/Maybeach%2B269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Growing into a big boy but always our baby. Our first baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqLgGKEHPxE/TaOIeLggC5I/AAAAAAAAA-4/UXDpyoq1-RU/s1600/Jan%2B224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594465214190848914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqLgGKEHPxE/TaOIeLggC5I/AAAAAAAAA-4/UXDpyoq1-RU/s320/Jan%2B224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy thinks.. you're growing too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zCWDCGkmNe0/TaMjydS-9VI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1gDSNaRrKks/s1600/Mar%2B2011%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594354511888971090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zCWDCGkmNe0/TaMjydS-9VI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1gDSNaRrKks/s320/Mar%2B2011%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're soaking it all in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fsVH2n0NBo/TaMjx6Pi6bI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0VSaT_vlNUY/s1600/Mar%2B2011%2B209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594354502479309234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fsVH2n0NBo/TaMjx6Pi6bI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0VSaT_vlNUY/s320/Mar%2B2011%2B209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But some days I want to rock you again. At least I can still pick you up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBJzCxS0OoY/TaMjxSJWMNI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vkyZfDacDaY/s1600/Mar%2B2011%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594354491715891410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBJzCxS0OoY/TaMjxSJWMNI/AAAAAAAAA9I/vkyZfDacDaY/s320/Mar%2B2011%2B066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so proud of the big boy you have become. You amaze us every day with your intelligence, your kindness, your silliness, and your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase you are SO big and you are 8 now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CA20rjnXds/TaOA8DawTGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ytmtFd290Ys/s1600/Mar%2B2011%2B152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594456931322317922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CA20rjnXds/TaOA8DawTGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ytmtFd290Ys/s320/Mar%2B2011%2B152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But you will always be our baby! Always. We love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we try to teach our children all about life, Our children teach us what life is all about.~Angela Schwindt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-324876720502124374?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/324876720502124374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=324876720502124374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/324876720502124374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/324876720502124374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ynf-IU-TYFU/TaNlYBlKo5I/AAAAAAAAA9g/WI8evib49mI/s72-c/chase%2Bupclose2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2854908307390526968</id><published>2010-10-16T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:28:08.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet N Sassy</title><content type='html'>Here's the little lady with her big birthday present. She picked out Elizabeth from the American Girl store. It was our first trip to AG and undoubtedly not our last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_9xby3QI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WtxPEid2FaY/s1600/Sept+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528661085536836866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_9xby3QI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WtxPEid2FaY/s320/Sept+148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday Ellie requested a princess party with make-up and no boys allowed. I stumbled on Sweet and Sassy salon for girls and decided it was a perfect fit. They answer the phone "how can I make your day sweeter?". It's just fun to call them!! Anyway... we booked the Princess Makeover party which included dress up, an up-do, glitter dusting on hairdo, clear make-up, nails, a crowning ceremony, and dance party. What more could a 4 year old girl ask for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought not much more but the salon did call me back and ask if I wanted to add on limo service. Are you kidding!!! They are 4! Carseats and limos should not mix. I don't think she noticed the limo was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is getting her up-do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_-CZQsFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/xivIEUru0EA/s1600/September+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528661090089611346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_-CZQsFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/xivIEUru0EA/s320/September+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is loving this can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_-11ktEI/AAAAAAAAA7w/nAgX-P56jzY/s1600/September+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528661103898571842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_-11ktEI/AAAAAAAAA7w/nAgX-P56jzY/s320/September+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make-up and heart stamp on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm__IbwZ2I/AAAAAAAAA74/D9r4tbfmc2A/s1600/September+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528661108890560354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm__IbwZ2I/AAAAAAAAA74/D9r4tbfmc2A/s320/September+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This looks professional doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnAAMOeuFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/CR7fGctWVz0/s1600/September+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528661127088486482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnAAMOeuFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/CR7fGctWVz0/s320/September+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCeVgRZvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WrUjoLYFOYQ/s1600/September+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528663843998361330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCeVgRZvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WrUjoLYFOYQ/s320/September+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her princess friends Riley, Catie, and Delaney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCeuu0a2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Vr8NA4_fn-Y/s1600/September+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528663850770262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCeuu0a2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Vr8NA4_fn-Y/s320/September+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making her grand entrance after being "crowned". Apparently not too shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCezr5bsI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7P1cb6wT5tY/s1600/September+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528663852100185794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCezr5bsI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7P1cb6wT5tY/s320/September+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all her royal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCe32_ZCI/AAAAAAAAA8g/HHNR8zjK0PM/s1600/September+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528663853220455458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCe32_ZCI/AAAAAAAAA8g/HHNR8zjK0PM/s320/September+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCfSuLWzI/AAAAAAAAA8o/PV--iWiswGc/s1600/September+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528663860431248178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnCfSuLWzI/AAAAAAAAA8o/PV--iWiswGc/s320/September+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then... enters her most glamorous guest... her fabulous barbie cake made by Aunt Mel. It was exquisite! Almost too pretty to eat but eat her we did. I have to admit I ate much more than my fair share of this barbie dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnDYh-ShiI/AAAAAAAAA84/0-gXyjkl0yE/s1600/September+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528664843777902114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnDYh-ShiI/AAAAAAAAA84/0-gXyjkl0yE/s320/September+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full body view of her homemade barbie cake. Yes, Melissa did every swirl and placed each candy pearl herself! She is cake genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnDYSrHj-I/AAAAAAAAA8w/fcCa9oxOhAw/s1600/September+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528664839670960098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLnDYSrHj-I/AAAAAAAAA8w/fcCa9oxOhAw/s320/September+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sweet &amp;amp; sassy it was! I have to say I am loving my beautiful 4 year old. And I would love to freeze her at this stage forever. But I think I say this every year. Happy birthday to our sweetie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2854908307390526968?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2854908307390526968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2854908307390526968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2854908307390526968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2854908307390526968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-n-sassy.html' title='Sweet N Sassy'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TLm_9xby3QI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WtxPEid2FaY/s72-c/Sept+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2584092681142380061</id><published>2010-09-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:42:47.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight My 3 Year Old Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV2sgB3I3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/sA1TpFAIqJo/s1600/Copy+of+Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518447425296474994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV2sgB3I3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/sA1TpFAIqJo/s400/Copy+of+Picture+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read you Knuffle Bunny and watched you fall asleep. You belly laughed when Knuffle Bunny was left at the laundromat. Then you tucked in Elizabeth your new "merican girl". You picked her out last night and there was no hesitation she was your baby. You took her to the restaurant and got her a booster seat. You made Chase babysit her when you went to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listened to our prayer tonight and told me you loved me and then you were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you fall asleep and then couldn't make myself leave the room. I wanted to eat you up I love you so much. I thought I might wake you with too many kisses. This is your last night of being 3. How is this happening so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know how much you are loved my sweet wonderful precious baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzZ5XoQpI/AAAAAAAAA64/Oh2BWcLM_eI/s1600/Sept+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518443807146263186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzZ5XoQpI/AAAAAAAAA64/Oh2BWcLM_eI/s400/Sept+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV5IoGcEjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/WJf6VFhcaKo/s1600/August+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518450107522748978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV5IoGcEjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/WJf6VFhcaKo/s400/August+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV5IT954NI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3f9vj4Zm-MA/s1600/May+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518450102118244562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV5IT954NI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3f9vj4Zm-MA/s400/May+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzZlN8_SI/AAAAAAAAA6w/6Pcsuvqhc0Q/s1600/Sept+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518443801736969506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzZlN8_SI/AAAAAAAAA6w/6Pcsuvqhc0Q/s400/Sept+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzZKnYRII/AAAAAAAAA6o/O-bamS6Cpo0/s1600/Sept+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518443794595857538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzZKnYRII/AAAAAAAAA6o/O-bamS6Cpo0/s400/Sept+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzYvXeWbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ZiGOP0oryIY/s1600/Sept+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518443787281390002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJVzYvXeWbI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ZiGOP0oryIY/s400/Sept+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2584092681142380061?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2584092681142380061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2584092681142380061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2584092681142380061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2584092681142380061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodnight-my-3-year-old-baby.html' title='Goodnight My 3 Year Old Baby'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/TJV2sgB3I3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/sA1TpFAIqJo/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-1831380353778827288</id><published>2009-02-20T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:06:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I talked to you about the tutu purchase, please forgive me. The website to order tutus has way too many color combinations and styles, with ribbon, without, lengths, etc. If you know me you know the choice was not simple. And when the custom tutu finally arrived I was not pleased at all by how short it was but alas there are no returns on custom tutu orders. Ellie instantly proclaimed it was "too little" and "don't fit me" when she opened it, most likely because there was also a new Disney Sleeping Beauty dress as an option for dress up. I finally got her into the ballerina get up yesterday afternoon and took a few pictures. Sometimes I like to pretend that I am a professional photographer and that I have talent. So I try really hard and use multiple settings and torture my kids. However it doesn't really look like she was tortured does it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8Feprq5wI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mCL7AIdkA6Q/s1600-h/tutu+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964910208968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8Feprq5wI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mCL7AIdkA6Q/s400/tutu+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8FeQ6kzcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bq3T2IKTgiQ/s1600-h/tutu+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964903560596930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8FeQ6kzcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bq3T2IKTgiQ/s400/tutu+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8FeJHGDAI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1VDmUJHO6ic/s1600-h/tutu+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964901465623554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8FeJHGDAI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1VDmUJHO6ic/s400/tutu+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8Fd8x1ulI/AAAAAAAAA54/35t8rDX6jKs/s1600-h/tutu+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964898155248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8Fd8x1ulI/AAAAAAAAA54/35t8rDX6jKs/s400/tutu+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8FdQMfyQI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jubTkQQolpY/s1600-h/tutu+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964886187460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8FdQMfyQI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jubTkQQolpY/s400/tutu+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXrwTmvI/AAAAAAAAA5o/aFcCT_AXtVk/s1600-h/tutu+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304961491971316466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXrwTmvI/AAAAAAAAA5o/aFcCT_AXtVk/s400/tutu+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXeNi0gI/AAAAAAAAA5g/yXDA_iVi6_U/s1600-h/tutu+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304961488335852034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXeNi0gI/AAAAAAAAA5g/yXDA_iVi6_U/s400/tutu+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXRtsQtI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eZLeKG3_DhI/s1600-h/tutu+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304961484981027538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXRtsQtI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eZLeKG3_DhI/s400/tutu+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXEmnWbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/n_E2kg6bidw/s1600-h/tutu+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304961481461684658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CXEmnWbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/n_E2kg6bidw/s400/tutu+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CWx_AjDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/CXAL6VTYTTA/s1600-h/tutu+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304961476463725618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8CWx_AjDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/CXAL6VTYTTA/s400/tutu+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I believe she loves the camera and posing. So yesterday afternoon while Chase shunned me to play Wii with his new friend down the street and gave me evil looks when I tried to take their picture I changed subjects to the willing two year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I need to put aside the laundry and dishes and monotonous picking up of things to the side. Stop and capture the moment. I don't do this often enough and before I know it.. poof it will be gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-1831380353778827288?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/1831380353778827288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=1831380353778827288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1831380353778827288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1831380353778827288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZ8Feprq5wI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mCL7AIdkA6Q/s72-c/tutu+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-7578393716013337720</id><published>2009-02-11T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:05:02.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellar day</title><content type='html'>Before I start on the stellar day update I want to point out that there have been no entries since the pumpkins. So sorry and I have no excuse other than I've been busy. I think the only people that occasionally peek at this blog are relatives that don't get to see the kids and I am so sorry because so much has happened since Oct! Geez! They both grew 1.5 inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... last Thursday was a bright spot in Chase and Ellie's educational journey and I thought I might write about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Ellie is now in school! Not preschool yet, that starts in the fall but she has started Kindermusic which is a once a week music class for 15 weeks. She is definitely ready! &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; so excited that she goes to school like Chase now (which he continually reminds her is not &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; school). Here she is on her first day of "school". Could she be any happier? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZzAb6HI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1e0uHSQIsHk/s1600-h/feb09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612415859550322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZzAb6HI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1e0uHSQIsHk/s400/feb09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZ3YUg2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/vV5L37ewHYk/s1600-h/feb09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612417033470818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZ3YUg2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/vV5L37ewHYk/s400/feb09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZrKQL2I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Db-qiZVn6vQ/s1600-h/feb09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612413753241442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZrKQL2I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Db-qiZVn6vQ/s400/feb09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then to top off our stellar day of educational firsts, Chase came bounding off the bus freaking out because he won a contest. What type of contest you ask? A writing contest! And he won a Spy toy which he is proudly displaying below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcaKWeLCI/AAAAAAAAA44/dOAUsLXWdN8/s1600-h/feb09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612422125988898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcaKWeLCI/AAAAAAAAA44/dOAUsLXWdN8/s400/feb09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His class was asked to write a sentence and he wrote 3! With proper spacing and pretty good spelling or at least sounding out! And the brilliant manuscript is below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcaeytvlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mMXYD-9RhMc/s1600-h/writing+contest+Feb09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612427613158994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcaeytvlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mMXYD-9RhMc/s400/writing+contest+Feb09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you can't decipher it, it says.. "I was with my Dad at his work. My Dad had to type for a long time. My Mom got me McDonald's." Pure genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-7578393716013337720?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/7578393716013337720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=7578393716013337720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/7578393716013337720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/7578393716013337720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2009/02/stellar-day.html' title='Stellar day'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SZMcZzAb6HI/AAAAAAAAA4w/1e0uHSQIsHk/s72-c/feb09+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2285428674609397748</id><published>2008-10-30T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:50:15.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. - Henry David Thoreau&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures from our annual trip to Berry Patch Farms for some pumpkin picking, hayriding, and pie eating. I am learning. We went early in the season and were there when it opened. No nasty rotting and smashed pumpkins in the field the first weekend! Just the pick of the bunch. Here are a few pictures of our pumpkins with the pumpkins... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQn5UkUqIpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xvXID9yj5Qw/s1600-h/Oct+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263011771302158994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQn5UkUqIpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xvXID9yj5Qw/s400/Oct+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx1Sx-tgI/AAAAAAAAApA/xJC5aLMB2J0/s1600-h/good+pumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144274924320258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx1Sx-tgI/AAAAAAAAApA/xJC5aLMB2J0/s400/good+pumpkin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx1PgOyBI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b-wpjqurae4/s1600-h/Oct+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144274044569618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx1PgOyBI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b-wpjqurae4/s400/Oct+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx0p6ocpI/AAAAAAAAAow/TLFX6xMnyN0/s1600-h/Oct+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144263954756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx0p6ocpI/AAAAAAAAAow/TLFX6xMnyN0/s400/Oct+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx0FV7JfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ThEX7u8sq54/s1600-h/Oct+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144254137116146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpx0FV7JfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ThEX7u8sq54/s400/Oct+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpxzDjaa9I/AAAAAAAAAog/VGNH_5JKoWk/s1600-h/Oct+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144236476951506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQpxzDjaa9I/AAAAAAAAAog/VGNH_5JKoWk/s400/Oct+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2285428674609397748?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2285428674609397748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2285428674609397748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2285428674609397748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2285428674609397748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-pumpkins.html' title='Our Pumpkins'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQn5UkUqIpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/xvXID9yj5Qw/s72-c/Oct+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6844621704377571903</id><published>2008-10-29T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:47:50.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you.... Hair Pigs!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 years coming but I am finally able to perform a "hair-do" (well sort of) on Ellie!!! Yes, she is not in any rush to grow out her hair as Chase wasn't either. The plus is that people think she is a genius baby, "wow, she's so verbal, how old is she?". They seem shocked and awed when I say she is 2. Could also be the paci and bottle I still let her have though. I'm in no rush with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut the rambling... I went and bought the mini hair bands last week and attempted a hair style. Pig tails in fact, which Chase has named "Hair Pigs". Ellie loves them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQhos1ZickI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BsifOPSCzAw/s1600-h/Truck+after+paint+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQhos1ZickI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BsifOPSCzAw/s400/Truck+after+paint+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262571284040151618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6844621704377571903?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6844621704377571903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6844621704377571903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6844621704377571903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6844621704377571903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-give-you-hair-pigs.html' title='I give you.... Hair Pigs!!!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SQhos1ZickI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BsifOPSCzAw/s72-c/Truck+after+paint+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-9126049046580984892</id><published>2008-10-16T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:17:52.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>67 years and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle. - Amy Bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my grandparents in 1941. The year they were married. They were 20 and 21 years old. Can you imagine marrying the person you were dating when you were 21? And then staying married for 67 years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-2MLmA1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FyqU_rKGMCI/s1600-h/IMG_3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258092034402943826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-2MLmA1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FyqU_rKGMCI/s400/IMG_3821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are at my house the day we celebrated their anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-20SapDI/AAAAAAAAAng/ESRRp0fMoYo/s1600-h/IMG_3772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258092045168976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-20SapDI/AAAAAAAAAng/ESRRp0fMoYo/s400/IMG_3772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been through a lifetime together. Ups and downs... births, deaths, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, many homes, businesses, travel, through every phase of their life. They recently moved to Atlanta to be closer to our family. It was extremely difficult for them to leave Florida where they went to retire 20+ years ago. They left behind many friends and their FL home they shared many happy memories in. But they made the move and faced this new journey in their life with a wonderful attitude and excitement to be around family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked them at dinner what made their marriage last and what made it so wonderful. Several years ago I asked the same question (I think it was their 63rd anniversary). My grandfather's answer at the time was 3 things... 1) No fighting over money 2) lots of sex (this one was hard not to giggle at) and 3) love. Now in their 67th year together I asked the question again. My grandfather looked at my grandmother and teared up and only had a one word answer this time. "Love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Dusty and I are around for our 67th wedding anniversary and I hope we are lucky enough to have the entertainment for the occasion be our great grandchildren singing and dancing for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-3yN8ayI/AAAAAAAAAno/j42OoxvK1p8/s1600-h/IMG_3803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258092061793217314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-3yN8ayI/AAAAAAAAAno/j42OoxvK1p8/s400/IMG_3803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-9126049046580984892?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/9126049046580984892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=9126049046580984892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/9126049046580984892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/9126049046580984892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/10/67-years-and-counting.html' title='67 years and counting...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPh-2MLmA1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/FyqU_rKGMCI/s72-c/IMG_3821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2870476669347187862</id><published>2008-10-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:20:05.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More More Princess...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were invited to a birthday party for Ellie's friend Riley who was turning 2. Typically we are going places for Chase so this is a new spin that Ellie actually has places to be! As we pulled up late... lo and behold a Princess was getting out of her car and going to the party too! This just could not be! Ellie was ecstatic! Chase, not so much. Dusty was happy there was a keg of beer and football. So Ellie spent her afternoon as close as possible to "Princess Marie" and scored a balloon flower, a face painting of balloons, a party hat, and a balloon ladybug bracelet all bestowed on her by the Princess. All of which, according to the Princess, she requested. Riley was cute as could be in her little poof which I am now thinking Ellie might need too. Chase also decided face painting might not be so scary and got his first ever face painting! It was so sad when the princess had to go. Ellie followed her out running after her yelling "more more princess". However, then there was more fun, riding in the wagon and making peanut butter bird feeders. What a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to have friends close by and hope to spend many more weekend afternoons together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie with the Princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwSOZWHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/swQ9nu_uq58/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256694453667190898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwSOZWHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/swQ9nu_uq58/s400/Riley%27s+party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As requested... "blue balloons". Posing with her face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwu_fcTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-saUsKb2CuE/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256694461389304114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwu_fcTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-saUsKb2CuE/s400/Riley%27s+party+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady bug bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwxPNCnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HxHC73gIOsM/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256694461992077938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwxPNCnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HxHC73gIOsM/s400/Riley%27s+party+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do like your party hat! Wow, what a party hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHxOTCnaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NFR0oOtHedc/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256694469792800162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHxOTCnaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NFR0oOtHedc/s400/Riley%27s+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase's dragon complete with fire on his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHxZXvJdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gLFZoQ6lyCc/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256694472765285842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHxZXvJdI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gLFZoQ6lyCc/s400/Riley%27s+party+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava, Riley, and Ellie with the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOdLZ0XvVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jbL4y2f-pSE/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718009306168658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOdLZ0XvVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jbL4y2f-pSE/s400/Riley%27s+party+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday girl Riley chilling after party with Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOdLiG3yFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Pmc7m4hDPQc/s1600-h/Riley%27s+party+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718011531249746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOdLiG3yFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Pmc7m4hDPQc/s400/Riley%27s+party+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2870476669347187862?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2870476669347187862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2870476669347187862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2870476669347187862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2870476669347187862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-more-princess.html' title='More More Princess...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SPOHwSOZWHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/swQ9nu_uq58/s72-c/Riley%27s+party+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-8105545357020944321</id><published>2008-10-07T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:26:17.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildcats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumNag9GUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JP2ih0ho0UU/s1600-h/IMG_3629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476139643869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumNag9GUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JP2ih0ho0UU/s400/IMG_3629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Chase is a Wildcat this year. Roar! He no longer is on the green team... we've moved on to the color navy blue and are a little fiercer this year than last year's "gophers" and the previous year's "toads". He is a Wildcat. It's pretty serious out there and Chase is only happy when playing although he is making vast improvements in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportsmanship&lt;/span&gt; during his time on the sidelines. Daddy again is a coach which means I am not obligated to attend practice since Dusty has to be there. See how smart I am? Ellie and I have not missed a game yet! We even dragged my grandparents across 4 fields to watch one morning. Ellie actually watches this year or at least stays on the sidelines playing with dirt and rocks. She also yells "Go Chase! and Go Cats" which I'm sure is making a difference in the game outcome. Chase is relentless and continues to impress us with his soccer abilities and good behavior as a teammate. Here he is in action...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumNkwvz2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/NYyum85UKBk/s1600-h/IMG_3628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476142394462050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumNkwvz2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/NYyum85UKBk/s400/IMG_3628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase stealing the ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumN_B9iYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/49BWQDN6KK8/s1600-h/IMG_3631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476149445986690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumN_B9iYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/49BWQDN6KK8/s400/IMG_3631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumN5YvcUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/48h53cgxPNY/s1600-h/IMG_3632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476147930919234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumN5YvcUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/48h53cgxPNY/s400/IMG_3632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the game, running through the parent tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumOGExwgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/V4e-txA2Cn8/s1600-h/IMG_3635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476151336845826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumOGExwgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/V4e-txA2Cn8/s400/IMG_3635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterward on the playground with fellow "cats".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOun2P-GdSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lAJSEpccMGA/s1600-h/IMG_3641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254477940699591970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOun2P-GdSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lAJSEpccMGA/s400/IMG_3641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOun2dYvLNI/AAAAAAAAAmY/AIia_c7gr4o/s1600-h/IMG_3644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254477944300973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOun2dYvLNI/AAAAAAAAAmY/AIia_c7gr4o/s400/IMG_3644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-8105545357020944321?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/8105545357020944321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=8105545357020944321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/8105545357020944321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/8105545357020944321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/10/wildcats.html' title='Wildcats'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SOumNag9GUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JP2ih0ho0UU/s72-c/IMG_3629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5706877446879511960</id><published>2008-09-21T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:25:19.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little princess is 2!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe Ellie is already 2!! It feels like just yesterday that we were bringing this sweet angel home. Here is Ellie 1 day old at Northside. She was such a wonderful, sweet and good baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaRfhCDXzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TnwP9-ZZD4o/s1600-h/Ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaRfhCDXzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TnwP9-ZZD4o/s400/Ellie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248542386375843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she's our wonderful, sweet and funny 2 year old! Yesterday we celebrated her 2nd birthday with a Princess Party at home. And as Aunt Liz says... "Ain't no party like a Princess Party, 'cause a Princess party don't stop!" Yes, it's catchy isn't it? And true apparently. It was a late night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our little Princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaSUSdam9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/_YxPoZ98HRc/s1600-h/ellie+princess+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaSUSdam9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/_YxPoZ98HRc/s400/ellie+princess+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248543292997147602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a blast at her party as did Mommy, Daddy, Chase, and all our royal guests in attendance! The theme was of course "Princess" because Uncle Jack and Nana introduced her to disney over the summer and she's now really into "pincess" stuff. Aunt Liz painted her a castle and a pin the horn on the unicorn game and the kids dressed in princess and knight outfits and played outside until they were either carried away in a sugar fit or passed out mid-playing (as Chase did later in the evening). I was lucky to have a few fairy godmothers (Kathryn, Melissa, and Liz) as helpers to decorate and help run the show. Here are a few pictures from our royal affair... (Bare with me, we took 253 pictures yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie with her singing balloon from Aunt Kathryn. This is the only thing she asked for - a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW3_tJAWI/AAAAAAAAAig/DBWCo2SaxK4/s1600-h/IMG_3528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW3_tJAWI/AAAAAAAAAig/DBWCo2SaxK4/s400/IMG_3528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248548304484630882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie at the coloring table. Crazy boys were already in the jumpy but she decided to chill with her crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW4F_Gy2I/AAAAAAAAAio/_0OlRS1p9Ss/s1600-h/IMG_3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW4F_Gy2I/AAAAAAAAAio/_0OlRS1p9Ss/s400/IMG_3304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248548306170596194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy, Daddy, and Ellie in front of the castle Liz painted. It's cool to have an artist for an Aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW4plz1wI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BTecTdmxyOo/s1600-h/IMG_3306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW4plz1wI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BTecTdmxyOo/s400/IMG_3306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248548315728172802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie dressed up in the princess party favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW5JEtJFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/dXsVF5evCzs/s1600-h/IMG_3308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW5JEtJFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/dXsVF5evCzs/s400/IMG_3308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248548324179256402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking expertly in her heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW5t0eW4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OGmfAzmMGNM/s1600-h/IMG_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaW5t0eW4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OGmfAzmMGNM/s400/IMG_3310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248548334043290498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacH-ux-CI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BknJmoYf0-g/s1600-h/IMG_3312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacH-ux-CI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BknJmoYf0-g/s400/IMG_3312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554076659120162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pin the tail on the unicorn game Liz made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacINJahpI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Qi_lPQHwPBs/s1600-h/IMG_3313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacINJahpI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Qi_lPQHwPBs/s400/IMG_3313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554080528926354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase pinning on his horn. Me making sure he's not peeking. I had fun spinning the kids around then I further confused them by asking a trivia question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacIYz4siI/AAAAAAAAAjY/HhsFgwqFYtM/s1600-h/IMG_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacIYz4siI/AAAAAAAAAjY/HhsFgwqFYtM/s400/IMG_3320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554083659854370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris putting the blindfold on Beau. Livi and Carmella waiting patiently with their horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacI1Zm5oI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4GgZOT7HlOI/s1600-h/IMG_3325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacI1Zm5oI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4GgZOT7HlOI/s400/IMG_3325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554091334264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie, Tracy, Jen. Beautimous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacJcZ9K5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/eYWnDVNLOHw/s1600-h/IMG_3338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNacJcZ9K5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/eYWnDVNLOHw/s400/IMG_3338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554101804706706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The jumpy is going down. Ellie, Carmella, Chase, Emma, and Claudia are too much for the jumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahNuiA38I/AAAAAAAAAjw/UukI6khb92A/s1600-h/IMG_3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahNuiA38I/AAAAAAAAAjw/UukI6khb92A/s400/IMG_3352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248559672947957698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie, Luke and Preston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNasInYCfGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pSqz7UF3qPI/s1600-h/IMG_3343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNasInYCfGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pSqz7UF3qPI/s400/IMG_3343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248571679755631714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holden and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNasI0YNuTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PS-fKikUsOM/s1600-h/IMG_3419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNasI0YNuTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PS-fKikUsOM/s400/IMG_3419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248571683246029106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahOGhuqFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XWvtnFzm8OI/s1600-h/IMG_3361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahOGhuqFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/XWvtnFzm8OI/s400/IMG_3361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248559679389214802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the candles faster than I can get the cake to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahOQWkczI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2UMn5AQ5fME/s1600-h/IMG_3366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahOQWkczI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2UMn5AQ5fME/s400/IMG_3366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248559682026763058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahOq5S8VI/AAAAAAAAAkI/e8Ku14QOUaE/s1600-h/IMG_3374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahOq5S8VI/AAAAAAAAAkI/e8Ku14QOUaE/s400/IMG_3374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248559689151738194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Royal guests... Papa, Corey, Princess Hunter, Paul, Nat, Chris, Nana, and Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahPdyNt7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SjXR9rF5Dic/s1600-h/IMG_3392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNahPdyNt7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SjXR9rF5Dic/s400/IMG_3392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248559702812243890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie's great grandparents King Papa and Queen Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalFRZPNfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LdOa4F1a4HQ/s1600-h/IMG_3417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalFRZPNfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LdOa4F1a4HQ/s400/IMG_3417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563925734077938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dusty talking to the ladies... Cherie and Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalF_b5xzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EWirV8ppDXc/s1600-h/IMG_3420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalF_b5xzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EWirV8ppDXc/s400/IMG_3420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563938093287218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie gets her kitchen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalGD0hb7I/AAAAAAAAAko/YTQMnr55Tqc/s1600-h/IMG_3424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalGD0hb7I/AAAAAAAAAko/YTQMnr55Tqc/s400/IMG_3424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563939270291378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella Princess dress from Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalGXJOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/peYTQtM1quI/s1600-h/IMG_3468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalGXJOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/peYTQtM1quI/s400/IMG_3468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563944457398098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All decked out! The dress is not coming off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalG_8wBoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/VKgjzOAyu9c/s1600-h/IMG_3488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNalG_8wBoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/VKgjzOAyu9c/s400/IMG_3488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248563955410929282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The after party... Chase, Ellie, Carmella, and Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaoRBkLSII/AAAAAAAAAlA/rftxZhr9CxA/s1600-h/IMG_3500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaoRBkLSII/AAAAAAAAAlA/rftxZhr9CxA/s400/IMG_3500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248567426178304130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tackling Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaoRb0ON8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/WdJzxo1qYHE/s1600-h/IMG_3506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaoRb0ON8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/WdJzxo1qYHE/s400/IMG_3506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248567433224927170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie this morning in her chef hat busy cooking in her new kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaoR2scrCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/X95v7oXuq6o/s1600-h/IMG_3510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaoR2scrCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/X95v7oXuq6o/s400/IMG_3510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248567440440077346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful birthday! Thank you everyone for celebrating with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for my fairy godmother and her magic wand to arrive and clean up my castle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-5706877446879511960?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5706877446879511960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5706877446879511960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5706877446879511960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5706877446879511960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-little-princess-is-2.html' title='Our little princess is 2!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SNaRfhCDXzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/TnwP9-ZZD4o/s72-c/Ellie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-612999124941282600</id><published>2008-09-10T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:48:19.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-cx8eDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/en5bTKLBj4g/s1600-h/IMG_3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-cx8eDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/en5bTKLBj4g/s400/IMG_3064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394460438886450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am only a month behind here but I finally downloaded pictures from Chase's first day of school. I think the adjustment was harder on me. Actually I know it has been harder on me! Chase is doing awesome! He rides the bus to and from school... this is way cool apparently. His teacher, Ms. Scaccia, has taken a liking to him as well as the assistant Ms. Elder. I am adjusting to the lack of communication from public school. Total night and day difference from his private church preschool. I am learning to let go a little. It's hard stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures. First morning with Ellie before the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-mMsLuI/AAAAAAAAAho/v1ESdRYtuyc/s1600-h/IMG_3067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-mMsLuI/AAAAAAAAAho/v1ESdRYtuyc/s400/IMG_3067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394462966984418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading to the bus stop with his green lightening backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-5mn-7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/YO_AQk5UOfA/s1600-h/IMG_3070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-5mn-7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/YO_AQk5UOfA/s400/IMG_3070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394468176034738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting on the bus the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU_KfIEII/AAAAAAAAAh4/bZcSAO6N7fY/s1600-h/IMG_3072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU_KfIEII/AAAAAAAAAh4/bZcSAO6N7fY/s400/IMG_3072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394472707985538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All smiles coming home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU_fleX3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/WoV7RA7THNs/s1600-h/IMG_3078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU_fleX3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/WoV7RA7THNs/s400/IMG_3078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244394478371757938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have already seen so many changes in Chase. He is much more independent. He's working hard to figure out how to make friends and socialize with different types of kids and adults. He has a girlfriend now, Megan, who apparently likes tuna salad and is "really cute". He also had decided he needs the Wii (however you spell it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was much more emotional than I thought I would be. This is a huge step! This meant he will never be home with me on the weekdays. I look in the backseat and see his car seat while Ellie and I are running errands and I feel a little empty. I was feeling blue and then I remembered we have summer every year! Oh it's hard to grow up! But it's much much much harder to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-612999124941282600?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/612999124941282600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=612999124941282600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/612999124941282600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/612999124941282600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SMfU-cx8eDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/en5bTKLBj4g/s72-c/IMG_3064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-3273367441471588844</id><published>2008-08-08T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:27:35.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Dry Run</title><content type='html'>So last night was the big night. We took Chase to tour his new school and meet his Kindergarten teacher. He was so excited to have a night with just Mommy and Daddy (Ellie was with Grandma and Aunt Mel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held both our hands while we walked through the school and he was a little quiet meeting his teacher but wasn't too shy to ask questions, like ... "Can I use those computers?" and "Are there games on those computers?". You know the important things I was forgetting to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very brave and so excited to start on his new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to the restaurant of his choice... Taco Mac. Because ,you know, there are video games there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided we needed to do a dry run of getting up at 6am since Chase (and Mommy) normally wake after school will be starting. He woke up happy and we had a Chase and Mommy breakfast and then put on his backpack and walked in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bus stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cute and he wanted to "play" school when we came home. We set up the classroom complete with a "centers area" for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotwheels&lt;/span&gt;. He read me an easy reader book and we practiced writing his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaving his room to get another cup of much needed coffee when he told me he would need a cell phone for Kindergarten. I wasn't really expecting this request this young. He kept insisting though and when I asked why he said ... "Mommy, I need it! I will need to call you in case I can't spell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teverbaugh&lt;/span&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how he thinks I have all the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-3273367441471588844?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/3273367441471588844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=3273367441471588844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3273367441471588844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3273367441471588844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindergarten-dry-run.html' title='Kindergarten Dry Run'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-3441406578530107526</id><published>2008-07-18T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover, part deux</title><content type='html'>About a month ago Chase spent the night over at Beau and Carmella's house. Although he slept the entire afternoon following it was a success. So last night my time was up so to speak and it was my turn for keeping the boys. This was great timing since the day before I had suffered from my first visual migraine ever. What a great way to fix your headache with a 5 year old boy slumber party. I headed to the store for some migraine medicine pre-party and all was well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the adventure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase and Beau in ninja/powerranger costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbn__d25I/AAAAAAAAAgg/1ZbEGhynLLo/s1600-h/sleepover2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224417047988788114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbn__d25I/AAAAAAAAAgg/1ZbEGhynLLo/s400/sleepover2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Secret ninja moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDboZ3_YWI/AAAAAAAAAgo/J3vba5iBnXg/s1600-h/sleepover2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224417054936752482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDboZ3_YWI/AAAAAAAAAgo/J3vba5iBnXg/s400/sleepover2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmmm Tara fed us warm chocolate chip cookies. (What is a sleep over without cookie dough, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbom9wpsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cpvz4gbpOoU/s1600-h/sleepover2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224417058450613954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbom9wpsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cpvz4gbpOoU/s400/sleepover2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie likes cookies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbpMQm4NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AHn_x-yBQRw/s1600-h/sleepover2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224417068461777106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbpMQm4NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AHn_x-yBQRw/s400/sleepover2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Burning off some energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbpU06aUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BikPpJX8Tj0/s1600-h/sleepover2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224417070761535810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbpU06aUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BikPpJX8Tj0/s400/sleepover2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beau on bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDeyTihHdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xlodOaMtuvA/s1600-h/sleepover2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224420523569651154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDeyTihHdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xlodOaMtuvA/s400/sleepover2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beau and his musical talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDeyoYysnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2NVVQgOTwqA/s1600-h/sleepover2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224420529166004850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDeyoYysnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2NVVQgOTwqA/s400/sleepover2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; End of the night. Movie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDey6zMJrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kKUE-GRvgpY/s1600-h/sleepover2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224420534108563122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDey6zMJrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kKUE-GRvgpY/s400/sleepover2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They watched 1.5 movies before we pulled the plug and Daddy said lights out. They really didn't argue too much and slept through the night no issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Nat came this morning and after pool time took Beau home. Chase is on the computer. Ellie is napping. Aaahhhhhh quiet time for mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-3441406578530107526?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/3441406578530107526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=3441406578530107526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3441406578530107526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3441406578530107526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepover-part-deux.html' title='Sleepover, part deux'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SIDbn__d25I/AAAAAAAAAgg/1ZbEGhynLLo/s72-c/sleepover2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-3803534783406842623</id><published>2008-07-17T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:02.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pals</title><content type='html'>Well me, Camille, and Natalie got together the kids earlier this summer and here are a few pictures from my house after the pool eating popsicles. Aren't they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZY9vXjrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bhItZQK9bdU/s1600-h/July2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224062746942213810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZY9vXjrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bhItZQK9bdU/s400/July2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Beau, Chase, Carmella, Ellie, Charla, and Julianne. Carmella came first as she is the oldest and the rest of them have known each other since birth. Ellie is definately part of the pack and doesn't tolerate being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chase being an attention hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZZf35JiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DeN29O6xb00/s1600-h/July2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224062756104775202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZZf35JiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DeN29O6xb00/s400/July2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Carmella's best smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZZwlCAzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7sRDGKYfVfQ/s1600-h/July2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224062760589067058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZZwlCAzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7sRDGKYfVfQ/s400/July2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a "see how tired we can get the kids day" and a playdate that went from morning pool to dinner and baths.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully we will have many more kid and mommy playdates before the hectic schedules of school start.&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/6915437793570038731-3803534783406842623?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/3803534783406842623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=3803534783406842623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3803534783406842623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3803534783406842623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-pals.html' title='Old pals'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SH-ZY9vXjrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bhItZQK9bdU/s72-c/July2008+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6206834146283817169</id><published>2008-06-27T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:04.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>I really have been putting off Ellie's first haircut because I have been so excited that she actually has hair I couldn't imagine cutting it off. But I finally gave in to the need to get rid of the baby mullet. I have been trying to curl it up and pretend that the rest is going to grow any day and catch up with the back. But there is no denying she is business in the front and party in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we headed to Cuts 4 Kids where Chase has been going for years and they have toys, trains, lollipops, movies, you name it, and had a simultaneous beauty session! As you can see Ellie was very excited about her first haircut and had no issues whatsoever. It helped that Chase was right next to her showing her the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ellie in the fire engine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhAtt2yJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GTi1LkZxIYM/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216682408278411410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhAtt2yJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GTi1LkZxIYM/s400/HaircutJune08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pre-cut, the party in the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhA5wS_2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/LCOpq2c474A/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216682411509874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhA5wS_2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/LCOpq2c474A/s400/HaircutJune08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Distracted by lollipop and Elmo movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhBX61jwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tdyVlQa-jEY/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216682419607146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhBX61jwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tdyVlQa-jEY/s400/HaircutJune08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase all dapper dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhBkXI2HI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TF0CMLH2oKU/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216682422947076210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhBkXI2HI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TF0CMLH2oKU/s400/HaircutJune08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhCBiATNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PQ8n2DjgtMk/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216682430777281746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhCBiATNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PQ8n2DjgtMk/s400/HaircutJune08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie mid cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVjzICeJBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_7N3z7FaQDE/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216685473360913426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVjzICeJBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_7N3z7FaQDE/s400/HaircutJune08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's new hairdo with tiny bow and stick on earrings (not Mom approved but fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVjzW7-NNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fPl2P6OQMSE/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216685477360186578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVjzW7-NNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fPl2P6OQMSE/s400/HaircutJune08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie again with lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVjz32SMnI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bixNqwFFk4M/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216685486194700914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVjz32SMnI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bixNqwFFk4M/s400/HaircutJune08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase all handsome. (Note: Chase overrode my short sleeve shirt decision and chose this long sleeve one instead. He decided I was right later on since it was mid 90's and humid today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVj0TTtkgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XpawfI5vx8Y/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216685493565886978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVj0TTtkgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XpawfI5vx8Y/s400/HaircutJune08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's new cut in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVj0viuT7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/1ecacc_8G_4/s1600-h/HaircutJune08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216685501145042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVj0viuT7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/1ecacc_8G_4/s400/HaircutJune08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I admit it wasn't as traumatic as I thought I would be. I mean traumatic for me. I knew Ellie would be just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6206834146283817169?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6206834146283817169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6206834146283817169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6206834146283817169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6206834146283817169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SGVhAtt2yJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GTi1LkZxIYM/s72-c/HaircutJune08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6866467796122720097</id><published>2008-06-26T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:18:01.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Last night was Chase's first ever sleep over at a friend's house. Beau and Carmella's. He woke up yesterday morning and had decided he was not ready yet. Nope, definitely sleepovers didn't happen until you turned 6. I was fine either way but knew he'd been working on his good behavior for weeks in anticipation of sleeping at Beau's house. This has been a carrot I have been hanging in front of him for over a month now and it just happened to work that last night fit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10:00 am he had changed his mind and the sleepover was totally on. This was good thing because I had reverted my attention over to Ellie and Poison Control. Yes, Ellie decided that super glue looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like lip gloss and that she would apply some to her lips and maybe eat some too. This turned out not to be as devastating as it sounds and more common than you think. She barely got any out and apparently it will stick to the lips and is not easily swallowed. How come I can never find super glue when I need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both issues solved we headed over to Natalie's for a late pool date and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; cookout with 12 kids! I stayed while the kids bathed and got ready for bed giving Chase plenty of options to head home. How they still had energy after swimming for three hours I don't know but Chase and Beau (both having recently seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda) were pretty ready to work their moves on each other well into the night. Ellie and I packed up about 8:30 and headed home and left Natalie with 4 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my camera but I knew Nat would. Here is her take on the night with pictures and even movies... &lt;a href="http://thenegativesplit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thenegativesplit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6866467796122720097?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6866467796122720097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6866467796122720097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6866467796122720097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6866467796122720097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleepover.html' title='The Sleepover'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4466925101186717743</id><published>2008-06-11T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Magical Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>"I'm freaking out, I'm freaking out. I think I'm gonna throw up!". Those were Chase's comments as we drove into the entrance of Disney World. It was quite exciting and overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to Uncle Jack and Nana for organizing and treating us to a day at Disney. The kids first time. We had a blast! Here are few pictures from our long, fun, hot, and sticky day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and Ellie on the train ride into the Magic Kingdom. There are lots of trains and lines and shuttles just to get in. Jack met us at the gate with autograph books for the kids and pins. Yes, pin trading is the new thing at Disney and even Dusty got into the trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MvYjlcsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KPq--kTLaHE/s1600-h/Maybeach+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210608408308576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MvYjlcsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KPq--kTLaHE/s400/Maybeach+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty, Chase, and Ellie at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Mwm4B6nI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TYIyO05OJnQ/s1600-h/Maybeach+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210608429332294258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Mwm4B6nI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TYIyO05OJnQ/s400/Maybeach+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie meeting Princess Aurora (AKA Sleeping Beauty) who she calls "Princess Booty". Ellie got her autograph. Being a Princess seems to be lots of work and HOT. I cannot imagine the makeup and longsleeve velvet getups, not to mention the dancing shows in this heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MzIiCeYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RWLxgMHI1Q8/s1600-h/Maybeach+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210608472726600066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MzIiCeYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RWLxgMHI1Q8/s400/Maybeach+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Daddy riding the Motor Speedway. Jack and Aubrey were riding their tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MztVsbWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9GPknKZ7ItY/s1600-h/Maybeach+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210608482606935394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MztVsbWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9GPknKZ7ItY/s400/Maybeach+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Chase on the Buzz Lightyear ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_M0CRUgEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/rf4ojHP1E5k/s1600-h/Maybeach+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210608488225734722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_M0CRUgEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/rf4ojHP1E5k/s400/Maybeach+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie totally loving on the Chip n Dale statues in front of the castle. She calls them "monks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q5zcA9_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WlMyAvCP3NE/s1600-h/Maybeach+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210612985369786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q5zcA9_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WlMyAvCP3NE/s400/Maybeach+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase drinking coke with caffeine because he needed the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q6ZbpOyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4hQ_8qmu20I/s1600-h/Maybeach+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210612995568778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q6ZbpOyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4hQ_8qmu20I/s400/Maybeach+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Ellie in front of the castle right before the dancing Mickey Mouse show. I will say this might have been the highlight of the day. The kids were really into it and calling out to all the characters. Chase is still not sure what is real and what is make-believe so it was so cute to watch. He was totally freaked out when the evil witch came out and placed a hex on the crowd chanting "nightmares come true". He was the loudest (can you imagine that?) yelling with Mickey that "dreams can come true". It was precious. And when the show was all over, Ellie wouldn't leave her seat and kept saying "gain" for again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q7KmhCuI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NIh4FHobekg/s1600-h/Maybeach+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210613008767716066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q7KmhCuI/AAAAAAAAAeg/NIh4FHobekg/s400/Maybeach+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancing Princesses in the show. Mommy's favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q7xGWDGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bpmgnVYXTdM/s1600-h/Maybeach+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210613019101760610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q7xGWDGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bpmgnVYXTdM/s400/Maybeach+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meeting Chip N Dale for hugs and autographs as we were leaving the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q8uMvsxI/AAAAAAAAAew/hjH3k7xUl6U/s1600-h/Maybeach+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210613035503170322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_Q8uMvsxI/AAAAAAAAAew/hjH3k7xUl6U/s400/Maybeach+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an incredible day and wonderful memories. To top it off it was our 8th wedding anniversary. Definitely a magical place to celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-4466925101186717743?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4466925101186717743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4466925101186717743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4466925101186717743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4466925101186717743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-magical-place-on-earth.html' title='The Most Magical Place on Earth'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SE_MvYjlcsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KPq--kTLaHE/s72-c/Maybeach+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5429564277797284940</id><published>2008-05-22T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:08.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYyaL08zUI/AAAAAAAAAco/KKM84jmYmWM/s1600-h/May+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401844906052930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYyaL08zUI/AAAAAAAAAco/KKM84jmYmWM/s400/May+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is ...our kindergartener! Today was Chase's graduation from preschool. I cried my eyes out yesterday in carpool line. My last day of driving him to preschool ever! It really hit me as we pilled in the car and went through the route we've been making for the past three years. How did this happen? Wasn't he just two years old and clinging to my leg with his puppy lunch box? Now he is, choke, graduated! Thankfully I shed my tears yesterday so I could concentrate on the slide show and singing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDY7Zb08zbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LY7O8qo_IF4/s1600-h/May+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203411727625801138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDY7Zb08zbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LY7O8qo_IF4/s400/May+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots and lots of singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYyar08zVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DURuXysc-yg/s1600-h/May+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401853495987538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYyar08zVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/DURuXysc-yg/s400/May+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Chase getting his diploma from his teacher Ms. Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYya708zWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FlerX8xTO4A/s1600-h/May+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401857790954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYya708zWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FlerX8xTO4A/s400/May+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Daddy with diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYybb08zXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/moajV3yJyUw/s1600-h/May+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401866380889458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYybb08zXI/AAAAAAAAAdA/moajV3yJyUw/s400/May+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYybr08zYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1Y9kTxF26sc/s1600-h/May+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203401870675856770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYybr08zYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1Y9kTxF26sc/s400/May+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie with Aunt Mel. Thank you, thank you to Aunt Mel, and Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa for helping with Ellie today so Dusty and I could work our camera and camcorder without distractions. Grandpa (aka "Boppy" as Ellie has decided she will call him) walked the school for at least half of this morning's production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYz4r08zZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/p9YE0Q-Ppek/s1600-h/May+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203403468403690898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYz4r08zZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/p9YE0Q-Ppek/s400/May+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase with his cap on. Note: He is holding his hotwheel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYz4708zaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SgIg9mlbuKI/s1600-h/May+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203403472698658210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYz4708zaI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SgIg9mlbuKI/s400/May+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase, Ellie, and Boppy (sorry Dad I actually like it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am happily looking forward to Chase starting kindergarten. A little sad though at how quickly time is passing. I'm trying not to be too mushy but geez it's hard when they play the Jack Johnson Curious George soundtrack to the year end slide show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight we are all packed and ready to head to FL at the crack of dawn tomorrow. We told Chase his present is a day at Disney World. I don't know who's more excited... Chase or me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congrats to our big boy! We love you!&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/6915437793570038731-5429564277797284940?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5429564277797284940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5429564277797284940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5429564277797284940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5429564277797284940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SDYyaL08zUI/AAAAAAAAAco/KKM84jmYmWM/s72-c/May+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-1878163220652219739</id><published>2008-05-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Chase has had an imaginary friend, or friends, for quite some time. One day he told me "Kinko" was his best friend and he elaborated on how he met Kinko or Kengo up at Taco Mac. I always thought it was odd that his imaginary friend came from Taco Mac, but regardless Kinko has been around for quite some time. He shows up at odd times and he's always knocking on the door and bringing other friends over for sleepovers and such. He was really into Kinko when Ellie was born and I was worried that he was upset in some way and really researched the imaginary friend thing. I was pleasantly surprised when the Internet told me this was quite normal and in fact highly creative and intelligent to have imaginary friends. So Kinko has been with us on and off for awhile. I have even had to turn around on the way home from preschool because we accidentally left Kinko in the parking lot. I had nothing better to do so we back tracked to school where Chase opened the window and yelled at Kinko to get in the car already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have had other friends too like "Peppy" the woodpecker that used to ride with us places in the car and liked to accompany us through carpool line. Oh and "Johnson", Chase's long lost big brother who apparently spends the night out alot and is away at college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kinko though, he's been here through thick and thin and I was quite excited when Chase announced he was going to draw a picture of Kinko the other day. See I've grown quite fond of Kinko and I was finally going to see what he looks like. Well, here he is, our dear little Kinko who keeps Chase occupied and doesn't mind taking the blame for any accidents that might occur.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SCiKkCYREII/AAAAAAAAAcY/2Hl7IjSosCY/s1600-h/April+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199558121517813890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SCiKkCYREII/AAAAAAAAAcY/2Hl7IjSosCY/s400/April+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SCiKkiYREJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SGsv_qflQd4/s1600-h/April+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199558130107748498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SCiKkiYREJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SGsv_qflQd4/s400/April+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and in case you're wondering, that's "Familia", right next to Kinko. His little sister apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-1878163220652219739?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/1878163220652219739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=1878163220652219739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1878163220652219739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1878163220652219739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SCiKkCYREII/AAAAAAAAAcY/2Hl7IjSosCY/s72-c/April+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-1771781802170818911</id><published>2008-04-10T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:10.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Turtle Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woohoo Spring Break '08! It's not Club La Villa, but Club Turtle Rock is pretty hopping. Oh how different Spring Break is all grown up and with kids. Nat had some Mommy's over for a little spring break playgroup and other than the zoo, hands down it was the definite "party" in my Spring Break. It's not as sad as it sounds though. There was lots of fun, lots of noise, spiked punch (for Mommas not the kids), party tricks (motorized razor scooter riding), older boys and younger chicks (Ellie and Patric), and fast rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boys hanging out. They were chanting "boys rule, girls drool" of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O9urmtSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/z5RD7p1MzJQ/s1600-h/April+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811380675654946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O9urmtSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/z5RD7p1MzJQ/s400/April+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty Princess room. Livi and Carmella give Ellie a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O9-rmtTI/AAAAAAAAAbg/n4DErUpD7C0/s1600-h/April+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811384970622258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O9-rmtTI/AAAAAAAAAbg/n4DErUpD7C0/s400/April+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupcake eating contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O-ermtUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qhIRkWxqTJg/s1600-h/April+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811393560556866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O-ermtUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qhIRkWxqTJg/s400/April+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O--rmtVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/b0h48HB-UPw/s1600-h/April+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811402150491474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O--rmtVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/b0h48HB-UPw/s400/April+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie with her older man, Patric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O_ermtWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HGScmOvnq2s/s1600-h/April+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187811410740426082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O_ermtWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HGScmOvnq2s/s400/April+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deanna on the scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SAJk6x7MoGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BSSdWACb6pQ/s1600-h/April+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188820681681051746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SAJk6x7MoGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BSSdWACb6pQ/s400/April+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patric and Ellie in their fast ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SAJk7h7MoHI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w_qvOty92n0/s1600-h/April+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188820694565953650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SAJk7h7MoHI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w_qvOty92n0/s400/April+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More fast rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SAJk8B7MoII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/R2lLIVTn4r4/s1600-h/April+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188820703155888258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/SAJk8B7MoII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/R2lLIVTn4r4/s400/April+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks ladies for the fun filled afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-1771781802170818911?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/1771781802170818911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=1771781802170818911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1771781802170818911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1771781802170818911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/04/club-turtle-rock.html' title='Club Turtle Rock'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7O9urmtSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/z5RD7p1MzJQ/s72-c/April+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-8075534460490738767</id><published>2008-04-10T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:13.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby is 5!</title><content type='html'>Yes, today my baby turned 5 and I'm having a hard time with this one. We talked yesterday and I told him it was the last day he was going to be 4 years old. He hugged me and said "it's ok Momma, don't be sad. I have to get bigger but I will still cuddle you in your bed at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated with a day at the zoo, the Varsity for lunch, presents and cake, and then Moe's for dinner (as requested). Dusty took the day off work and we took our first family trip to Zoo Atlanta. I was a little worried about going on Spring Break but we got there early and got ahead of the crowds and the weather was perfect. Here are a few pictures from our big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Chase telling another kid on the zoo playground that he was "5". He was pretty smug about it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-BurmtHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GgL1GM3Cg5g/s1600-h/April+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187792757697459314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-BurmtHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GgL1GM3Cg5g/s400/April+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Daddy at the giraffes. Ellie was very serious all day. I think pretty overwhelmed at all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-COrmtII/AAAAAAAAAaI/VTwl9GyxVSc/s1600-h/April+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187792766287393922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-COrmtII/AAAAAAAAAaI/VTwl9GyxVSc/s400/April+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Panda Mei Lan. She's two weeks older than Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-CurmtJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AXvEdoUCVqg/s1600-h/April+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187792774877328530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-CurmtJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AXvEdoUCVqg/s400/April+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-C-rmtKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RgFvDU18HZU/s1600-h/April+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187792779172295842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-C-rmtKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RgFvDU18HZU/s400/April+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding the duck with Ellie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187802829395768594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7HL-rmtRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/St9NCdSNEdU/s400/April+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Again on the duck. Not sure if you can see the two hotwheels in his hand. He carried them the entire time we were at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-D-rmtLI/AAAAAAAAAag/_eQMbb76gW8/s1600-h/April+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187792796352165042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-D-rmtLI/AAAAAAAAAag/_eQMbb76gW8/s400/April+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CbOrmtMI/AAAAAAAAAao/Wy_XmEAxFdI/s1600-h/April+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187797593830634690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CbOrmtMI/AAAAAAAAAao/Wy_XmEAxFdI/s400/April+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase blowing out a candle and making a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CburmtNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iAJG3IiKQ4c/s1600-h/April+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187797602420569298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CburmtNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iAJG3IiKQ4c/s400/April+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie licking her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7Cb-rmtOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/J9xSu6R7dQc/s1600-h/April+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187797606715536610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7Cb-rmtOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/J9xSu6R7dQc/s400/April+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and his power rangers megazord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CcOrmtPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dFce_z6yOWQ/s1600-h/April+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187797611010503922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CcOrmtPI/AAAAAAAAAbA/dFce_z6yOWQ/s400/April+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding his new Hotwheel scooter. Already an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CcermtQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5c-Jz1_T1w8/s1600-h/April+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187797615305471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_7CcermtQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5c-Jz1_T1w8/s400/April+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So 4 is over and we are on to bigger things like the big kids department. No more "toddler" in his clothing size. Kindergarten. Lots and lots of questions (more every day). I can't keep him small forever. I am just trying to suck it all in. Every precious day we spend together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart! We love you more than you will ever know.&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/6915437793570038731-8075534460490738767?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/8075534460490738767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=8075534460490738767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/8075534460490738767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/8075534460490738767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-baby-is-5.html' title='Our Baby is 5!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R_6-BurmtHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/GgL1GM3Cg5g/s72-c/April+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5015421663511760725</id><published>2008-03-27T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:15.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg-stra cute</title><content type='html'>I am really a slacker on the blog lately and I apologize. I still have pictures from our trip to FL to add and I will I promise! I wanted to share some pictures from Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing to see the excitement when the bunny comes. Chase woke us between 6 and 7am frantically announcing the bunny left tons of eggs and there were baskets for everyone! He was so excited that the bunny knew exactly what he wanted (hotwheels &amp;amp; powerrangers) without even having to sit on his lap. We did walk by the bunny and wave but no lap time this year. Ellie got some pink glitter princess shoes which she was all into. Afterwards we headed to Grandma and Grandpa's for a yummy meal, egg hunt, and cocktails. Here are a few pictures from our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chase with his powerranger movie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_W_KWe3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Ag_wap1ESg/s1600-h/IMG_1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182516566596942706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_W_KWe3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Ag_wap1ESg/s400/IMG_1298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's basket and glitter shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_XfKWe4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/UwHj09UHX7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182516575186877314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_XfKWe4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/UwHj09UHX7Y/s400/IMG_1305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoes close-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_X_KWe5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cMldv1u2tW8/s1600-h/IMG_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182516583776811922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_X_KWe5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cMldv1u2tW8/s400/IMG_1317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie on chocolate (note it's still dark outside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182516588071779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_YPKWe6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/L9IKd3lGOnE/s400/IMG_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before the egg hunt at Grandma and Grandpa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_ZPKWe7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/NtKVu2IJS6E/s1600-h/IMG_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182516605251648434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_ZPKWe7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/NtKVu2IJS6E/s400/IMG_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-wCG_KWe8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zUuAJM9NfJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182519590253919170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-wCG_KWe8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/zUuAJM9NfJQ/s400/IMG_1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase mid hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-wCHfKWe9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/BuGnyLuHboQ/s1600-h/IMG_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182519598843853778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-wCHfKWe9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/BuGnyLuHboQ/s400/IMG_1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little sister wants what big brother has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-wCHvKWe-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5_b95_YwDKE/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182519603138821090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-wCHvKWe-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5_b95_YwDKE/s400/IMG_1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6915437793570038731-5015421663511760725?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5015421663511760725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5015421663511760725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5015421663511760725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5015421663511760725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/03/egg-stra-cute.html' title='Egg-stra cute'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R-v_W_KWe3I/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Ag_wap1ESg/s72-c/IMG_1298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-8546784330190831881</id><published>2008-02-17T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:16.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Two Wheels!</title><content type='html'>This weekend Chase asked to try his bike sans training wheels. It's foggy on my age, I'm thinking I was 6, but I do remember the carnage of learning to ride a bike. And I remember the road and lots of crying. I was thinking I could teach him on the grass but apparently the grass makes it much more difficult to peddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Daddy took off the training wheels on his small bike and we put him in his already ripped jeans, helmet, and elbow pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are removing the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBD7T5qDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fhsf-z-Ndi8/s1600-h/IMG_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168163214356752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBD7T5qDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fhsf-z-Ndi8/s400/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His first trip without his crutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBEbT5qEI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UNsmtjirxQk/s1600-h/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168163222946687042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBEbT5qEI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UNsmtjirxQk/s400/IMG_1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! Dusty's not touching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBErT5qFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/c5t1oem3fRU/s1600-h/IMG_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168163227241654354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBErT5qFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/c5t1oem3fRU/s400/IMG_1023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's getting a little too brave for Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBFLT5qGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cW3RCbf5L6c/s1600-h/IMG_1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168163235831588962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBFLT5qGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cW3RCbf5L6c/s400/IMG_1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So concentrating on balancing totally takes your mind off actually stopping. Chase was so excited he was "doing it" that he wasn't much into speed control so Dusty stayed right on him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are so proud of our big boy!&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/6915437793570038731-8546784330190831881?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/8546784330190831881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=8546784330190831881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/8546784330190831881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/8546784330190831881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-two-wheels.html' title='Only Two Wheels!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R7kBD7T5qDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fhsf-z-Ndi8/s72-c/IMG_1013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-7185788517293351237</id><published>2008-01-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:17.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Snowman</title><content type='html'>Love the sunbathing snowman our neighbors made! Complete with beach towel and sunscreen. The snow is pretty much all melted now with the exception of tiny lumps of dirty snow that used to be snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-LqrRuZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yH7mfJTaeDs/s1600-h/tiny+town+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158871374564014482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-LqrRuZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yH7mfJTaeDs/s400/tiny+town+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our house covered (well covered for the South).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-MarRuaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LbwXnZ0kTyg/s1600-h/Snow+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158871387448916386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-MarRuaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LbwXnZ0kTyg/s400/Snow+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie in her snowsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-M6rRubI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jF0AVG7dL84/s1600-h/Snow+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158871396038850994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-M6rRubI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jF0AVG7dL84/s400/Snow+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and the snowman he built with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-NarRucI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SNiVx-o1LTg/s1600-h/Snow+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158871404628785602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-NarRucI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SNiVx-o1LTg/s400/Snow+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so happy we got some of the magic of winter. More please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-7185788517293351237?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/7185788517293351237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=7185788517293351237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/7185788517293351237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/7185788517293351237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/01/atlanta-snowman.html' title='Atlanta Snowman'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5f-LqrRuZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yH7mfJTaeDs/s72-c/tiny+town+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4217728791437553677</id><published>2008-01-21T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:18.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging on by a thread...</title><content type='html'>or itty bitty hairs. Yes, that is a bow in Ellie's hair! It really looks ridiculous but I am working on putting it in so she can slowly get used to it. I figure when she finally has hair, around 2, she will not be as willing to wear hair accessories since she will be in full toddlerhood at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when she was brushing her teeth the other day, which she LOVES to do since she's such a big girl now, I sneaked up and clipped it in. She looks a little surprised but quickly remembers she is holding a tooth brush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRC-pn2CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mo5JWf0Kb6Y/s1600-h/Jan+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158118059841935394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRC-pn2CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mo5JWf0Kb6Y/s400/Jan+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's all into good oral hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRDOpn2DI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BGB_UAAqWRY/s1600-h/Jan+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158118064136902706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRDOpn2DI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BGB_UAAqWRY/s400/Jan+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRDOpn2EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2b2AjIUIn2M/s1600-h/ellie+bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158118064136902722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRDOpn2EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2b2AjIUIn2M/s400/ellie+bow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ut oh, she found it! Still very skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRDepn2FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mvIJH5ZO_zA/s1600-h/Jan+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158118068431870034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRDepn2FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mvIJH5ZO_zA/s400/Jan+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-4217728791437553677?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4217728791437553677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4217728791437553677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4217728791437553677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4217728791437553677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/01/hanging-on-by-thread.html' title='Hanging on by a thread...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R5VRC-pn2CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mo5JWf0Kb6Y/s72-c/Jan+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5994007324415169307</id><published>2008-01-15T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:18.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite number</title><content type='html'>My old favorite number used to be 13. No real reason other than I just picked it one day. My new favorite number though is overwhelmingly 98.6. Yes, 98.6 means my kid is healthy and this is by far the best thing in the world to a parent when your kid has been sick. It means you don't worry (well you worry less), and you sleep more (perhaps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's not good to be first. Being first is &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; a good thing. It usually means you win something or are good at something. But being the first case of positive flu diagnosed at Scottish Rite Childens Hospital, well that's not a good thing. It really sucks to be first at some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick overview if you're curious... Chase started to run a fever a few days after our return from Denver. He stayed home from school and said his stomach hurt. By the end of the day he was 104 on medicine and we were on our way to the ER. Fever and tummy ache can indicate appendicitis so we were there as fast as we could get there during Atlanta traffic in the rain. Anyway, Chase went through lots of torture including the standard strep test, exam, full bloodwork, xrays, IVs of fluids, etc. We watched 4 full Disney movies before they decided to run the test for flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was positive and the hospital staff was pretty shocked. Apparently Chase was the first positive result they had seen at Scottish Rite. Go figure. By the way, we are blaming the flu on our plane ride back from Denver. Check out this map from the CDC showing outbreaks on a state level. CO is the only state with "widespread" outbreaks right now. &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/flu/weekly/usmap.htm"&gt;http://www.cdc.gov/flu/weekly/usmap.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they put him on Tamiflu to shorten the duration and severity and that stuff works. Within three days he was up and running around and apparently having band practice in his room with Ellie. It's good to be 98.6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R40Maupn2BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wQ7y_Y8w264/s1600-h/Jan+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155790801747826706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R40Maupn2BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wQ7y_Y8w264/s400/Jan+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-5994007324415169307?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5994007324415169307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5994007324415169307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5994007324415169307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5994007324415169307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-favorite-number.html' title='My new favorite number'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R40Maupn2BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wQ7y_Y8w264/s72-c/Jan+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5870444091702413048</id><published>2008-01-10T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:21.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowbunnies</title><content type='html'>Here are our little Atlanta peaches in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153935225552099106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z0x-pn1yI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vDrqVCeNvic/s400/Denver+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after Christmas we visited Dede and Heather in Denver and stayed through the new year. We lucked out in getting to really experience snow with the kids for the first time since Denver was covered! I didn't realize that Chase didn't really know what snow was until a week before the trip he started asking me things like "Mommy is snow hard? What does it feel like?" I think the last time it snowed in Atlanta Chase was about 9 months old. And of course snow in Atlanta really isn't &lt;em&gt;snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids had a blast with Dede and Heather as did we and we absolutely loved Denver and look forward to many more visits. Lots of fun in the snow, lots of Mexican food, and lots of Dede spoilage. Hopefully the plane experience will improve with each visit, but I will not talk about the plane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures from our trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy New Year. We went to this fun cowboy restaurant for New Years with an inside slide, a cowboy band, a dance floor, a balloon man, and martinis (the best part). Fun for all ages!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5G-pn11I/AAAAAAAAAV4/OlCXPj9G2LY/s1600-h/Denver+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153939984375863122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5G-pn11I/AAAAAAAAAV4/OlCXPj9G2LY/s400/Denver+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loves her balloon doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Hepn12I/AAAAAAAAAWA/vpFE_p5FFi8/s1600-h/Denver+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153939992965797730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Hepn12I/AAAAAAAAAWA/vpFE_p5FFi8/s400/Denver+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dede and Chase dance. Chase says no one is allowed to watch, but Mommy sneaks up with camera. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Hupn13I/AAAAAAAAAWI/90sF2xsOYoM/s1600-h/Denver+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153939997260765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Hupn13I/AAAAAAAAAWI/90sF2xsOYoM/s400/Denver+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dede and Ellie grooving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8W-pn14I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Uor_i2i-gco/s1600-h/Denver+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153943557788653442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8W-pn14I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Uor_i2i-gco/s400/Denver+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our trip to Boulder. Daddy and Chase find the local ice skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Xepn15I/AAAAAAAAAWY/1Sbc76fubqY/s1600-h/Denver+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153943566378588050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Xepn15I/AAAAAAAAAWY/1Sbc76fubqY/s400/Denver+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downtown Boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Xupn16I/AAAAAAAAAWg/2LeSg8-AWOo/s1600-h/Denver+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153943570673555362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Xupn16I/AAAAAAAAAWg/2LeSg8-AWOo/s400/Denver+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ellie in Boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Yupn17I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Rr9zKozL5wk/s1600-h/Denver+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153943587853424562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Yupn17I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Rr9zKozL5wk/s400/Denver+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie on "Ellsworth" Avenue. The affectionate nickname Uncle Chris bestowed on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Y-pn18I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF0fNzSo5LI/s1600-h/Denver+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153943592148391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z8Y-pn18I/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF0fNzSo5LI/s400/Denver+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and Daddy with their sleds. We had lots of snow fun... sledding, making angels, eating snow, making snow slushies. Oh and Mommy and Daddy got to actually ski too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Fupn1zI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NJtdFDBLJx8/s1600-h/Denver+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153939962901026610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Fupn1zI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NJtdFDBLJx8/s400/Denver+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Daddy sled racing. Chase busting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Gepn10I/AAAAAAAAAVw/cI9Q6do8vhc/s1600-h/Denver+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153939975785928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z5Gepn10I/AAAAAAAAAVw/cI9Q6do8vhc/s400/Denver+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and Daddy sledding in Keystone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-vepn19I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Imli0CHVpxk/s1600-h/Denver+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153946177718704082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-vepn19I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Imli0CHVpxk/s400/Denver+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Professional sledder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-v-pn1-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/aItfbVW1d9A/s1600-h/Denver+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153946186308638690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-v-pn1-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/aItfbVW1d9A/s400/Denver+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loves to sled! Giggles all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-wOpn1_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/lQIat5a7yF4/s1600-h/Denver+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153946190603606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-wOpn1_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/lQIat5a7yF4/s400/Denver+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase kissing Ellie after their sled ride together. "Good job Ellie" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-wepn2AI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hs7wJVj-Wq0/s1600-h/Denver+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153946194898573314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z-wepn2AI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hs7wJVj-Wq0/s400/Denver+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a wonderful trip and incredible memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-5870444091702413048?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5870444091702413048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5870444091702413048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5870444091702413048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5870444091702413048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowbunnies.html' title='Snowbunnies'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R4Z0x-pn1yI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vDrqVCeNvic/s72-c/Denver+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-1557116021055183335</id><published>2007-12-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:23.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We already know Ellie is a little freaked out by facial hair. Uncle Chris has been working on her for a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time. So, it was really no surprise that Ellie was totally ho-ho-horrified by Santa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcBOpn1qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tjdde50cCiI/s1600-h/santa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144619325522957986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcBOpn1qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tjdde50cCiI/s400/santa+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Santa was a little stressed out by Chase's detailed list of wants. (Note furrowed brow on Santa below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VoMupn1wI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FBR695dE_II/s1600-h/santa+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144632717230987010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VoMupn1wI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FBR695dE_II/s400/santa+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie calmed down when Mommy held her but still was very skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcCOpn1sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/PIbzhUDxp9A/s1600-h/santa+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144619342702827202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcCOpn1sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/PIbzhUDxp9A/s400/santa+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, Ellie did absolutely LOVE the carousel ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcCepn1tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/d9Y6AFnJr8Y/s1600-h/santa+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144619346997794514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcCepn1tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/d9Y6AFnJr8Y/s400/santa+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2Vmyepn1uI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3KrJrnEXvtI/s1600-h/santa+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144631166747793122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2Vmyepn1uI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3KrJrnEXvtI/s400/santa+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As did Chase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2Vmy-pn1vI/AAAAAAAAAVI/G0JLRdFySR8/s1600-h/santa+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144631175337727730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2Vmy-pn1vI/AAAAAAAAAVI/G0JLRdFySR8/s400/santa+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overall our Santa trip was a success because Daddy scammed us a better spot on the Santa wait list which was originally 2.5 hours when we showed up but he sweet talked us in for a 10 minute wait. We scored a great picture to show Ellie when she gets older. And of course Chase told Santa his heart's desires. When I asked what he told him he responded with "It's a secret Mom! You'll see on Christmas morning". I did hear some of the rambling but was a little distracted with tiny screamer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hopefully Santa will get it right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-1557116021055183335?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/1557116021055183335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=1557116021055183335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1557116021055183335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/1557116021055183335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/12/visit-to-santa.html' title='Visit to Santa'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/R2VcBOpn1qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tjdde50cCiI/s72-c/santa+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-7379887900373429598</id><published>2007-11-12T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming Chase</title><content type='html'>Well he's definitely stolen Mommy's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ellie sleeps Mommy and Chase get to play. So Ellie took a good nap last week and Chase asked if he could be a Prince. Much more fun to Mommy than the power ranger stuff. So we looked on the Internet until we found a picture of a prince outfit to copy that was acceptable to Chase. It took several pictures to convince Chase that princes do in fact have crowns. This is not just for princesses and boys do indeed wear them. We ransacked my closet and found my old brown silk halter I used to wear with my "going out" jeans when I actually used to leave the burbs. We put that over an old button up white shirt. Added my flattest boots we could find. And from Chase's room... red cape, sword, and paper crown. Instant Prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV3pRLEYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/h21TtgSU_0M/s1600-h/DSCN3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132157296080261506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV3pRLEYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/h21TtgSU_0M/s400/DSCN3482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He paraded around the house then headed out to slay dragons in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV4JRLEZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KaYD1CWdcuc/s1600-h/DSCN3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132157304670196114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV4JRLEZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KaYD1CWdcuc/s400/DSCN3481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV45RLEaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cUfFX_SWKw0/s1600-h/DSCN3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132157317555098018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV45RLEaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cUfFX_SWKw0/s400/DSCN3484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serious Prince pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV5ZRLEbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Pe99-azlReU/s1600-h/DSCN3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132157326145032626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV5ZRLEbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Pe99-azlReU/s400/DSCN3486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he came back in Ellie was up and I was feeding her lunch. We heard him rumbling around in the coat closet. I asked "what are you doing in there Prince Charming Chase?". Clearly irritated that I didn't already know he gave me a face and said "time traveling! I am going out the front door and when I come in the back we will be in a different land." So he came back and then announced that we were now in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being 4 is so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-7379887900373429598?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/7379887900373429598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=7379887900373429598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/7379887900373429598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/7379887900373429598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/11/prince-charming-chase.html' title='Prince Charming Chase'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzkV3pRLEYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/h21TtgSU_0M/s72-c/DSCN3482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2160061856035495706</id><published>2007-11-04T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:27.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hills are alive...</title><content type='html'>No it's not the Swiss Alps, but Amicalola Falls is really steep! Dusty went hunting (aka camping for Chase) and not to be outdone in fun I called in for help. Kathryn drove in from Charlotte and we dragged Melissa out of bed to check out the seasonal leaves in the north Georgia mountains and hike with the kids. We hiked to the top of the falls. Well I opted out of the last part 175 steps straight up. I had had enough of lugging Ellie on my back and I have seen the waterfall plenty of times. I usually make Dusty wear the baby backpack but I tried it out and apparently my petite frame (aka shortness) doesn't quite jive with the backpack. Kathryn wore Ellie down the trail and I guess 2 inches made a difference because she was not bent over like a hunchback while hiking. She is 2 inches taller. I am the oldest, and the shortest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had so much fun and the kids were great! Chase thinks he "climbed a mountain" and he could "see California" from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb0T1y-YI/AAAAAAAAASw/fVK0AvK1mcs/s1600-h/DSCN3421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129912036044765570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb0T1y-YI/AAAAAAAAASw/fVK0AvK1mcs/s400/DSCN3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out my bad posture here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb1D1y-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mfnNd45aHnk/s1600-h/DSCN3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129912048929667474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb1D1y-ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mfnNd45aHnk/s400/DSCN3426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase at the top of the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb1j1y-aI/AAAAAAAAATA/9ZvArKFHAbk/s1600-h/DSCN3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129912057519602082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb1j1y-aI/AAAAAAAAATA/9ZvArKFHAbk/s400/DSCN3436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Melissa, Aunt Kathryn, Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb2D1y-bI/AAAAAAAAATI/oTHCpOjWYbg/s1600-h/DSCN3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129912066109536690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb2D1y-bI/AAAAAAAAATI/oTHCpOjWYbg/s400/DSCN3439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our postcard picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb2z1y-cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sjXwq5GC4Fo/s1600-h/DSCN3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129912078994438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb2z1y-cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sjXwq5GC4Fo/s400/DSCN3442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Mommy taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdTz1y-dI/AAAAAAAAATY/5lPZsDFiLfE/s1600-h/DSCN3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129913676722272722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdTz1y-dI/AAAAAAAAATY/5lPZsDFiLfE/s400/DSCN3443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase and Melissa with the largest tree we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdUj1y-eI/AAAAAAAAATg/XwR652fxO9E/s1600-h/DSCN3446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129913689607174626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdUj1y-eI/AAAAAAAAATg/XwR652fxO9E/s400/DSCN3446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kathryn with Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdVD1y-fI/AAAAAAAAATo/z7SbZtBiC14/s1600-h/DSCN3447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129913698197109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdVD1y-fI/AAAAAAAAATo/z7SbZtBiC14/s400/DSCN3447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bears we found in the lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdVj1y-gI/AAAAAAAAATw/nNzPFEaGmJY/s1600-h/DSCN3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129913706787043842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdVj1y-gI/AAAAAAAAATw/nNzPFEaGmJY/s400/DSCN3450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase under the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdVz1y-hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/y6VjfBcKkw4/s1600-h/DSCN3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129913711082011154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEdVz1y-hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/y6VjfBcKkw4/s400/DSCN3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2160061856035495706?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2160061856035495706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2160061856035495706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2160061856035495706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2160061856035495706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/11/hills-are-alive.html' title='The hills are alive...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RzEb0T1y-YI/AAAAAAAAASw/fVK0AvK1mcs/s72-c/DSCN3421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-3744893733870198301</id><published>2007-11-04T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:29.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><content type='html'>Holy cow how did I get to be so old that I am the one &lt;em&gt;supervising&lt;/em&gt; field trips instead of the one being &lt;em&gt;supervised&lt;/em&gt;?!? So I chaperoned my first field trip to Holy Cow Farm, see here... &lt;a href="http://holycowfarm.com/"&gt;http://holycowfarm.com/&lt;/a&gt; . I took Ellie with me and holy cow it's hard to keep up with her now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 year olds are cake compared to the toddler who loves loves loves animals and dancing to the country music they were playing on the farm. So Chase had fun, Ellie had fun, and I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also lucked out because I had the smallest car and therefore only had to drive 2 loud 4 year olds instead of 4 of them. More reasons to keep my current car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xT1y-NI/AAAAAAAAARY/Rw17dDomzzw/s1600-h/DSCN3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129169814156409042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xT1y-NI/AAAAAAAAARY/Rw17dDomzzw/s400/DSCN3395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xj1y-OI/AAAAAAAAARg/ABsEVjZ3l70/s1600-h/DSCN3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129169818451376354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xj1y-OI/AAAAAAAAARg/ABsEVjZ3l70/s400/DSCN3396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xz1y-PI/AAAAAAAAARo/vHjJLpxo_58/s1600-h/DSCN3397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129169822746343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xz1y-PI/AAAAAAAAARo/vHjJLpxo_58/s400/DSCN3397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54yj1y-QI/AAAAAAAAARw/XXnQMnnRK4U/s1600-h/DSCN3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129169835631245570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54yj1y-QI/AAAAAAAAARw/XXnQMnnRK4U/s400/DSCN3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry56Gz1y-RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXv1m29o8Uc/s1600-h/DSCN3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129171283035224338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry56Gz1y-RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JXv1m29o8Uc/s400/DSCN3399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry56HD1y-SI/AAAAAAAAASA/tRkAm6UDSnI/s1600-h/DSCN3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129171287330191650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry56HD1y-SI/AAAAAAAAASA/tRkAm6UDSnI/s400/DSCN3401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry56Hz1y-TI/AAAAAAAAASI/LYGd956KZvc/s1600-h/DSCN3413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129171300215093554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry56Hz1y-TI/AAAAAAAAASI/LYGd956KZvc/s400/DSCN3413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-3744893733870198301?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/3744893733870198301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=3744893733870198301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3744893733870198301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3744893733870198301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/11/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ry54xT1y-NI/AAAAAAAAARY/Rw17dDomzzw/s72-c/DSCN3395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4239495737271185900</id><published>2007-11-01T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:31.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities</title><content type='html'>Last night was Halloween! Our annual chilli night and trick or treating with our neighbor Taylor. This year Chase was a blue power ranger. He knew a month in advance with no waffling. He tried the costume on in Party City back in September, tried out his moves, and that was it. Sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyocOz1y-FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zHQRVq6iq_8/s1600-h/DSCN3361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127942166474324050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyocOz1y-FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zHQRVq6iq_8/s400/DSCN3361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie was an angel. No need to dress her up really but we did add some wings and a halo (thanks to Camille!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyocPD1y-GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/C0_UB2YozPE/s1600-h/DSCN3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127942170769291362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyocPD1y-GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/C0_UB2YozPE/s400/DSCN3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the main drag of the neighborhood this year and let the big kids go until they asked to go home. It's pretty festive on the main street with people tailgating in their driveways, fortune tellers, and one group requesting performances for candy if you were over a certain age. Chase and Taylor skipped this house. Too much work and way too many other houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a great time! We took way too many pictures, but here are a few to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out for the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyodID1y-HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hJg1mH8EWgc/s1600-h/DSCN3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127943150021834866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyodID1y-HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hJg1mH8EWgc/s400/DSCN3376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power ranger Chase. Mermaid Taylor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyodIT1y-II/AAAAAAAAAQw/fxTOxmFP8TM/s1600-h/DSCN3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127943154316802178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyodIT1y-II/AAAAAAAAAQw/fxTOxmFP8TM/s400/DSCN3383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's mode of transportation. Dusty with roadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyodIj1y-JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VVoRgoh7z8g/s1600-h/DSCN3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127943158611769490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyodIj1y-JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VVoRgoh7z8g/s400/DSCN3387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angel from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyoiRT1y-MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VO7S6fUaJTE/s1600-h/DSCN3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127948806493763778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyoiRT1y-MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/VO7S6fUaJTE/s400/DSCN3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie's first piece of candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyoduD1y-KI/AAAAAAAAARA/-TXtNc6DAt0/s1600-h/DSCN3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127943802856863906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyoduD1y-KI/AAAAAAAAARA/-TXtNc6DAt0/s400/DSCN3388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back at home. Counting the loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ryoduj1y-LI/AAAAAAAAARI/7kQogaWP0BQ/s1600-h/DSCN3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127943811446798514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ryoduj1y-LI/AAAAAAAAARI/7kQogaWP0BQ/s400/DSCN3392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-4239495737271185900?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4239495737271185900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4239495737271185900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4239495737271185900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4239495737271185900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-festivities.html' title='Halloween Festivities'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RyocOz1y-FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zHQRVq6iq_8/s72-c/DSCN3361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2650757461708714018</id><published>2007-10-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T05:56:36.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago at a birthday party for our friend Livi, who was turning 4, a group of Chase's friends were talking during the cake festivities. They were answering Natalie's grueling questions while she videotaped them. Tough questions like "What's the best thing about Livi? What do you like to play with Livi? etc." They went around the table and answered or said "pass" if the question was too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard "What do you want to be when you grow up?", to which Chase replied "A picker-upper!". Hum I was thinking to myself what in the world is a picker-upper? definitely not someone who picks up things like dirty rooms or toys. He can't possibly mean he wants to clean up after people all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't think anything of it until a few days later when he said "Mommy, I really do want to be a picker upper when I get big." I asked what is a picker-upper Chase? He responded quite surprised that I didn't know. It was someone who drove around and picked people up! I said oh, like a taxi cab driver? He said "yea, but a long long long car". Oh, a Limo driver! "Yes, that's it Mommy." I told him he could be whatever he wanted to be as long as he was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday at school they went around the room and asked the same question, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" Chase told me most of the kids said superheros, or policemen or firefighters. So I asked him, do you still want to be a picker upper? "No, I think I want to be a Daddy when I grow up." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I said, "oh that's cool." Chase said "yea, but I don't want to get married and I don't want any kids. And I'm going to live with you and Daddy until I'm 87." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sounds like a plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2650757461708714018?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2650757461708714018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2650757461708714018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2650757461708714018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2650757461708714018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/10/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-9123587371540804539</id><published>2007-10-04T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Stuff</title><content type='html'>After a few years of Chase liking Thomas the train, hotwheels, monster trucks, swords, and superheros you can imagine our house is full of lots of boy stuff. Sure Chase had generic baby toys but once he hit a year it was all boy. What do they say.. snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.. that's what little boys are made of. So our house was ready for some sugar and spice and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ellie's birthday we finally got some girly things! Baby dolls and a stroller and SHOES! Pink shoes in fact! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9vjFhkPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6jvezvAGayM/s1600-h/DSCN3102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9vjFhkPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6jvezvAGayM/s400/DSCN3102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117564438657994994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, really hip patent leather driving moccasins from her friend Riley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9vTFhkOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FTvtOzZmzgw/s1600-h/DSCN3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9vTFhkOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FTvtOzZmzgw/s400/DSCN3094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117564434363027682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been really happy with the cars and trucks and definitely prefers Chase's room to her own for playtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the stroller and dolls are quite a hit. Here she is testing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9tzFhkLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vRGq5H-UPxQ/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9tzFhkLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vRGq5H-UPxQ/s400/DSCN3150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117564408593223858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9ujFhkMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xuIPPcKDC2o/s1600-h/DSCN3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9ujFhkMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xuIPPcKDC2o/s400/DSCN3151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117564421478125762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9uzFhkNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pKwfxWWQj2I/s1600-h/DSCN3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9uzFhkNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pKwfxWWQj2I/s400/DSCN3152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117564425773093074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-9123587371540804539?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/9123587371540804539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=9123587371540804539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/9123587371540804539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/9123587371540804539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/10/girl-stuff.html' title='Girl Stuff'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RwU9vjFhkPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6jvezvAGayM/s72-c/DSCN3102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4975534364572336463</id><published>2007-09-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:37.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie's 1st birthday bash!</title><content type='html'>The big party was a success! On Sunday we had about 35+ people over to celebrate Ellie's first birthday! We lucked out with incredible weather so I didn't have to worry about cramming everyone into the house. Dusty and I had minimal stress before hand, I had lots of party setup elves (aka Kathryn and Melissa), and Ellie took a really long morning nap. It couldn't have worked out any better! Here are a few pictures to recap the big day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Chase exchanging presents before the party. He got her a play cell phone and key chain and she got him a set of batman hotwheels.  They were both thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAikMfbK1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OgQliDShmso/s1600-h/DSCN2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111623582289177426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAikMfbK1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OgQliDShmso/s400/DSCN2969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie greeting baby Nathan. He looks about her size and has more hair, but he is only 4 months old right now. Her younger man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAiksfbK2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ueJP5itTdJw/s1600-h/DSCN2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111623590879112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAiksfbK2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ueJP5itTdJw/s400/DSCN2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the 1 year old monkeys... Ellie, Holden, and Riley hanging from the gate. Such great pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAik8fbK3I/AAAAAAAAANA/9GbZNn8nDoo/s1600-h/DSCN2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111623595174079346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAik8fbK3I/AAAAAAAAANA/9GbZNn8nDoo/s400/DSCN2978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys on the deck drinking Dusty's home brew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAilsfbK4I/AAAAAAAAANI/PndqqMaxHew/s1600-h/DSCN2984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111623608058981250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAilsfbK4I/AAAAAAAAANI/PndqqMaxHew/s400/DSCN2984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the ladies at the "coloring" table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAil8fbK5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/j05hAVac5NI/s1600-h/DSCN2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111623612353948562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAil8fbK5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/j05hAVac5NI/s400/DSCN2988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Riley taking turns clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnl8fbK6I/AAAAAAAAANY/U4DlOpI_JGU/s1600-h/DSCN2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111629109912087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnl8fbK6I/AAAAAAAAANY/U4DlOpI_JGU/s400/DSCN2999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's cakes. White with pink polka dots. The smash cake was huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnmcfbK7I/AAAAAAAAANg/CZAx_V9qKvc/s1600-h/DSCN3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111629118502022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnmcfbK7I/AAAAAAAAANg/CZAx_V9qKvc/s400/DSCN3005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only picture I have of Ellie in her birthday hat. It didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnm8fbK8I/AAAAAAAAANo/tKHXdMKtNOc/s1600-h/DSCN3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111629127091956674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnm8fbK8I/AAAAAAAAANo/tKHXdMKtNOc/s400/DSCN3007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase showing Ellie how to dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnnMfbK9I/AAAAAAAAANw/5ev5pACyp1Q/s1600-h/DSCN3009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111629131386923986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnnMfbK9I/AAAAAAAAANw/5ev5pACyp1Q/s400/DSCN3009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie figures it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnnsfbK-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r1Bs6M86v-U/s1600-h/DSCN3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111629139976858594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAnnsfbK-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r1Bs6M86v-U/s400/DSCN3012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie gets to the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApE8fbK_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zyOTogCGmcs/s1600-h/DSCN3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111630741999660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApE8fbK_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zyOTogCGmcs/s400/DSCN3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carmella, Carter, and Spencer (the big girls) help me bath Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApFMfbLAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2ZQKGguFcKE/s1600-h/DSCN3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111630746294627330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApFMfbLAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2ZQKGguFcKE/s400/DSCN3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Present from me and Dusty. I painted the cradle my great uncle made me when I was little. Also a tiny baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApFsfbLBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gDl-LCJT9Xs/s1600-h/DSCN3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111630754884561938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApFsfbLBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gDl-LCJT9Xs/s400/DSCN3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie loves on her baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApF8fbLCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VVsBjX54qHs/s1600-h/DSCN3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111630759179529250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApF8fbLCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VVsBjX54qHs/s400/DSCN3037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie in the cradle. This is her new favorite thing... climbing in and out and standing and rocking in it. Yes, scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApGMfbLDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/brERbxRv3Aw/s1600-h/DSCN3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111630763474496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvApGMfbLDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/brERbxRv3Aw/s400/DSCN3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie's present from Grandma and Grandpa. Chase checks under the hood while Carmella is ready to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtQ8fbLEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AwxfgevzqRw/s1600-h/DSCN3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635346204601410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtQ8fbLEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AwxfgevzqRw/s400/DSCN3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woohoo, this ride rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtRMfbLFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pusO2j_FfDo/s1600-h/DSCN3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635350499568722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtRMfbLFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pusO2j_FfDo/s400/DSCN3055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All her big girl helpers... Carter and Carmella take turns pushing her around. So spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtRcfbLGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f7LfqOBmenc/s1600-h/DSCN3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635354794536034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtRcfbLGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f7LfqOBmenc/s400/DSCN3056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtR8fbLHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YwWdiZDit6s/s1600-h/DSCN3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635363384470642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtR8fbLHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YwWdiZDit6s/s400/DSCN3059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy takes Ellie for a spin in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtScfbLII/AAAAAAAAAPI/ElOcl8W36q0/s1600-h/DSCN3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635371974405250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAtScfbLII/AAAAAAAAAPI/ElOcl8W36q0/s400/DSCN3060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday sweetheart!&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/6915437793570038731-4975534364572336463?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4975534364572336463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4975534364572336463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4975534364572336463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4975534364572336463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/09/ellies-1st-birthday-bash.html' title='Ellie&apos;s 1st birthday bash!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RvAikMfbK1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OgQliDShmso/s72-c/DSCN2969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-202359500794717268</id><published>2007-09-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:38.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Green Gophers</title><content type='html'>Chase just started soccer this season and he is #2 on the Kelly Green Gophers. Green is his favorite color so this was a good thing. We got a call at 7AM on Saturday that the head coach's daughter broke her arm and Dusty needed to fill in for the first game. It was a hustle to get the gang out the door fed and dressed that early but we made it which is good since we have 8 more weeks of early Saturdays. Here's a picture of Chase with Coach Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UqcfbKyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/O8-AFkRuUl8/s1600-h/DSCN2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110974977802971938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UqcfbKyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/O8-AFkRuUl8/s400/DSCN2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cool thing about this season is that the kids actually play a real game. With a referee and all! Last season when Chase was 3, half the team was in pull ups and almost everyone cried at least once each game. On Saturday the game was an hour and it was fun to watch. The kids actually played! When they fell down they got up and kept playing. Amazing! Ellie and I watched from the sidelines. Here is a picture of Ellie in her new cool pink stroller with Chase on his break. She even clapped and said "Chase" during the game. His personal cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UrMfbKzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E6i0rR5Ece4/s1600-h/DSCN2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110974990687873842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UrMfbKzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/E6i0rR5Ece4/s400/DSCN2962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture of Chase after the game saying "Gophers are #1". They won 2 - 1 and it felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UscfbK0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9dr3INOq9pU/s1600-h/DSCN2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110975012162710338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UscfbK0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9dr3INOq9pU/s400/DSCN2963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-202359500794717268?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/202359500794717268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=202359500794717268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/202359500794717268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/202359500794717268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/09/kelly-green-gophers.html' title='Kelly Green Gophers'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Ru3UqcfbKyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/O8-AFkRuUl8/s72-c/DSCN2954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-902110639780523638</id><published>2007-09-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:38.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the shoe shopping begin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ellie is walking!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend Dusty and I noticed her venturing further out from her standard cruising along the furniture. She walked between us 4 steps and ever since is taking more and more. Tonight Dusty saw her take 15 before she went back to crawling. So 9 days before our baby turns ONE, she proves again she is no longer such a little baby. She has places to go and we have shoes to buy! Oh I am giddy just thinking of all the shopping we can do for cute little shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoWCppBuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rFZsUylTuDU/s1600-h/DSCN2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108744817687987938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoWCppBuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rFZsUylTuDU/s400/DSCN2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoWippBvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uXKCYsa6svA/s1600-h/DSCN2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108744826277922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoWippBvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uXKCYsa6svA/s400/DSCN2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoXCppBwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/E6o8kA0ceYo/s1600-h/DSCN2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108744834867857154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoXCppBwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/E6o8kA0ceYo/s400/DSCN2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-902110639780523638?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/902110639780523638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=902110639780523638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/902110639780523638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/902110639780523638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-shoe-shopping-begin.html' title='Let the shoe shopping begin!!!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RuXoWCppBuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rFZsUylTuDU/s72-c/DSCN2945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-2416821395955493182</id><published>2007-09-05T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:38.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>Today was not a red letter day for sharing in our house. Chase locked himself in his room to play leggos and Ellie was banned from the death trap room of tiny choking hazards (much to her dismay). Everyone was just a little crabby today. Maybe tired from our trip to Hilton Head or worn out from the downsies (aka intestinal bug) that Chase had. Anyway, when nerves run thin I like to remember how sweet my children are and how sweet they are to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of Chase sharing his popsicle with Ellie on our recent trip to Sarasota. After a long day in the heat Chase wanted a popsicle. He yelled at me in the other room and asked if he could share with Ellie. I said sure give her a lick and came to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see that Ellie is on her tip toes trying to reach better, her little fingers holding tight to her big brother. He didn't just give her a lick. He shared the whole popsicle. Isn't that what siblings are for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rt9marUjvGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3nzK9rIn504/s1600-h/DSCN2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106913110953016418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rt9marUjvGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3nzK9rIn504/s400/DSCN2728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-2416821395955493182?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/2416821395955493182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=2416821395955493182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2416821395955493182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/2416821395955493182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/09/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rt9marUjvGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3nzK9rIn504/s72-c/DSCN2728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5302837310075792804</id><published>2007-08-27T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:40.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>School started today! Woohoo! There were no tearful goodbyes this year. It was just business as usual and it barely felt like we were gone for summer vacation. Chase is an old pro apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Chase on open house day. He inserted a hotwheel into his belt loop as a last minute fashion accessory. It was to let his new teacher Miss Michelle get to know him. He said this was how she would know he likes hotwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu5LUjvFI/AAAAAAAAALw/nTkqKr8Z9kw/s1600-h/open+house+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103544731311520850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu5LUjvFI/AAAAAAAAALw/nTkqKr8Z9kw/s400/open+house+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is this morning, the first day of 4 year old preschool. Doesn't he look so grown up? Note the cool new "hotwheel" lunch box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu4rUjvEI/AAAAAAAAALo/TdtL3PnKOTk/s1600-h/1st+day+4+year+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103544722721586242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu4rUjvEI/AAAAAAAAALo/TdtL3PnKOTk/s400/1st+day+4+year+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase explaining to Ellie that he is going to school because he is a "big brother" and that she can't go because she's a "baby" but he will be back soon so not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu4LUjvDI/AAAAAAAAALg/9GYifDO3Pxg/s1600-h/chase+ellie+school+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103544714131651634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu4LUjvDI/AAAAAAAAALg/9GYifDO3Pxg/s400/chase+ellie+school+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he is in carpool line. He practically jumped out of the car he was so ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu3rUjvCI/AAAAAAAAALY/L1k4GbyqGIo/s1600-h/carpool+bye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103544705541717026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu3rUjvCI/AAAAAAAAALY/L1k4GbyqGIo/s400/carpool+bye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? He is so big and I cannot even begin to believe that next year will be the big leagues. Kindergarten. I know there will be tears then... mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-5302837310075792804?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5302837310075792804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5302837310075792804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5302837310075792804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5302837310075792804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RtNu5LUjvFI/AAAAAAAAALw/nTkqKr8Z9kw/s72-c/open+house+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6553940890681792932</id><published>2007-08-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:41.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Italian</title><content type='html'>Ellie is proving her Italian roots in her love for spaghetti! Yes, she has a little Italian in her. Can't you tell with her tan skin and dark hair? Yes, she does finally have some hair and it's coming in much darker than Chase's. My Nana, Ellie's great Nana's maiden name is very Italian... Mary Marino. Daughter of Giochino Marino from Cantana, Italy. Who knew I was so Italian! When I was in college my Nana told me that if I took Italian she would take me on a trip to Italy. I promptly signed up! Still waiting on that trip. Nana does make a mean spaghetti sauce though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you could enjoy your food this much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGhdoFbI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hf1XS8ZMTjA/s1600-h/DSCN2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096141948803618226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGhdoFbI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hf1XS8ZMTjA/s400/DSCN2440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so good! I am sooo happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGBdoFZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DsAFooVvIpc/s1600-h/DSCN2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096141940213683602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGBdoFZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DsAFooVvIpc/s400/DSCN2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGRdoFaI/AAAAAAAAALA/r_Z3x-No4MU/s1600-h/DSCN2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096141944508650914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGRdoFaI/AAAAAAAAALA/r_Z3x-No4MU/s400/DSCN2441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It didn't all make it to her mouth we noticed when dinner was over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiFxdoFYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bH2TnyMwhrI/s1600-h/DSCN2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096141935918716290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiFxdoFYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bH2TnyMwhrI/s400/DSCN2445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait Mom! I'm not done! There's more in my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096141927328781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiFRdoFXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZrA30-EdtAg/s400/DSCN2447.JPG" border="0" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkkABdoFcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PfnAOen6gRE/s1600-h/DSCN2447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6553940890681792932?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6553940890681792932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6553940890681792932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6553940890681792932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6553940890681792932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/08/tiny-italian.html' title='Tiny Italian'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrkiGhdoFbI/AAAAAAAAALI/Hf1XS8ZMTjA/s72-c/DSCN2440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-303245011909115322</id><published>2007-08-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did July go?</title><content type='html'>I guess I don't have to tell you that I have been very slack at adding pictures. I just realized that there were no entries for July! And what a chuck full of stuff month it was! I could blame it on the kids getting sick that overtook everything for about a week or my computer being out of commission but honestly that wasn't more than a week either. Anyway, July sure did fly, but here is a quick recap of some of the highlights...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSqoBdoFII/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ly2cEuLtJ_k/s1600-h/peachtree+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094884683027059842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSqoBdoFII/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ly2cEuLtJ_k/s400/peachtree+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I finally got a t-shirt! For the Peachtree Road Race that is! After living in Atlanta since I was 8 I finally got a number (thank you Nat &amp; Jim) and ran the largest 10K in the world down Peachtree Street. It was an incredible experience and one I hope to repeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I met Dusty, the kids, and friends at Mandy's pool for a cookout and some swimming. Dusty took the kids to a 4th of July bike parade while I was running to start off their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094886186265613458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSr_hdoFJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8NoavVDlqsI/s400/DSCN2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrStDxdoFKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ACP8HK9Bl28/s1600-h/DSCN2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094887358791685282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrStDxdoFKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ACP8HK9Bl28/s400/DSCN2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Ellie's first 4th of July this year and she really seemed to enjoy herself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up back at our house after swimming to rest and so Dusty could nap because taking care of two kids all day is way more exhausting than getting up at 4am to run a 10K. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ditched our friends (sorry guys) to make sure Ellie saw fireworks on her first 4th and met my parents and Melissa at Will's Park. It ended up being a great night and both kids loved the show. Ellie wasn't even scared of the noise and tried to reach for the lights as each firework went off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics from the fireworks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSw5BdoFQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ldBd22-ENJU/s1600-h/DSCN2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094891572154602754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSw5BdoFQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ldBd22-ENJU/s200/DSCN2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSwoxdoFPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ay9wyhsCVR4/s1600-h/DSCN2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094891292981728498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSwoxdoFPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ay9wyhsCVR4/s320/DSCN2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSyVBdoFSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/u9kBkjiDGSs/s1600-h/DSCN2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094893152702567714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSyVBdoFSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/u9kBkjiDGSs/s400/DSCN2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the kids were exhausted after the 4th, the large bags under Chase's eyes foreshadow the events to follow. Chase ended up coming down with a nasty bug the following weekend which was diagnosed as an Adnoid Virus that led to a nasty secondary infection and warranted one ER visit, 4 visits to the pediatrician, 2 full blood cultures at Scottish Rite Childrens Hospital, 2 horse shots of antibiotics in his legs, and then another round of antibiotics to make sure all the germies were gone. Ellie, unluckily being related to Chase, was tortured with a round of bloodwork herself when her temp rose to 103 but luckily she only had a quick bout of the virus and no infection. We were quite done with the childrens hospital after a week and broke from the copays and toy bribery. All of this sickness meant that I missed my girls beach weekend to Hilton Head. Super sucky but I won't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, July also included another week of Bible Camp for Chase at his preschool, Alpharetta Presbyterian. The theme was "Secret Agents of God" and included song and dance with dark shades and making of secret briefcases. He had a blast with his friends and learned cool new songs which he performed on the last day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS07BdoFTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bKWCQzbOhEk/s1600-h/DSCN2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896004560852274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS07BdoFTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bKWCQzbOhEk/s400/DSCN2420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie also learned a few tricks of her own this month like crawling up the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS1dRdoFUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0H2_TaaE3A8/s1600-h/DSCN2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896592971371842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS1dRdoFUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0H2_TaaE3A8/s400/DSCN2408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now successfully chasing cat, cruising like an expert, and starting to let go of her props to stand momentarily all by herself! She is so big! I can't believe I will be soon planning her first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays, Chase's best friend Beau, turned 4 in July too. We celebrated at a pool party at Nat's and the kids had a blast. Who wouldn't at a party that lasts from 2pm until 10pm when you're 4! Here are Beau, Livi, Chase and Carmella with Beau's big gift. Trouble! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS2zRdoFVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RvuZpaLTv14/s1600-h/DSCN2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094898070440121682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS2zRdoFVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RvuZpaLTv14/s400/DSCN2438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The biggest thing of all though that happened this month was Dusty's Mom and mine too, Dianne (otherwise known as "Dede") , putting her house on the market to move to Denver. We blinked and it sold and before anyone knew it she was buying a condo in Denver and planning her big move. Being out of your house in 14 days is quite a feat! She spent a few days with us before she left and she is already greatly missed but we are so glad she loves her new place and is with Heather in CO. She stayed in Chase's room while she was here and he got up this morning thinking he heard her. He really got used to having her around, as did Ellie. I was very spoiled in my ability to run and shower every morning without kids for a few days! Every night she was here she read to Chase until he fell asleep. It was pretty cute! I'm sure it will be a wonderful memory for both of them. We are looking forward to many visits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094901875781145954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrS6QxdoFWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C-AfnFw0HLo/s400/DSCN2448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-303245011909115322?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/303245011909115322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=303245011909115322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/303245011909115322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/303245011909115322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-did-july-go.html' title='Where did July go?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RrSqoBdoFII/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ly2cEuLtJ_k/s72-c/peachtree+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-3204364871992098616</id><published>2007-06-30T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:47.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...or "Stinky Pants" or whatever makes my kids smile like this for two hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIpMpCVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/edul-Zu58B4/s1600-h/0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081858229683161426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIpMpCVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/edul-Zu58B4/s400/0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiMJMpCPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jClITbAPL_E/s1600-h/0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081857190301075698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiMJMpCPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jClITbAPL_E/s400/0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiMJMpCQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m2yq1CEnEUI/s1600-h/0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081857190301075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiMJMpCQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m2yq1CEnEUI/s400/0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week I woke up sick to my stomach that I wasn't getting more professional pictures done of the kids. That morning they just looked bigger, like they grew overnight (which they do of course). For some reason with Ellie time seems to be flying more so than it did when Chase was a baby. Maybe it's that we have so much more going on in the house or maybe we're so distracted with our first. Whatever reason last week I couldn't drive fast enough to the portrait place. We spent two hours there and they took 127 pictures! How I only picked 4 was amazing. It was like taking an eye exam... do you like A or B better, okay B, how about B or C, and so on until we hacked through all 127 of the possibilities. Thankfully I spent enough to get them all on a disc so I can click through them to my hearts content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIJMpCRI/AAAAAAAAAII/rQjhKpLzyE0/s1600-h/0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081858221093226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIJMpCRI/AAAAAAAAAII/rQjhKpLzyE0/s400/0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pictures turned out better than I expected and I was quite pleased with Portrait Innovations, especially since they print the pictures while you wait which is good because I really like instant gratification. Who doesn't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIZMpCSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7IddSE1L1wY/s1600-h/0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081858225388194082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIZMpCSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7IddSE1L1wY/s400/0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I have my pictures. I've saved the date in time. And of course, they have already changed and gotten older since last week... sniff sniff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiLZMpCMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/waW5Nncpk_g/s1600-h/0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081857177416173762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiLZMpCMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/waW5Nncpk_g/s400/0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiLpMpCNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1ypuGdxKVVE/s1600-h/0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081857181711141074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiLpMpCNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1ypuGdxKVVE/s400/0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase going "tickle tickle Ellie" actually it's more like "ticca ticca Ewwie"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiL5MpCOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GsGiJ82pL8M/s1600-h/0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081857186006108386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZiL5MpCOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GsGiJ82pL8M/s400/0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you still have to act surprised if you get one in the mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-3204364871992098616?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/3204364871992098616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=3204364871992098616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3204364871992098616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3204364871992098616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RoZjIpMpCVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/edul-Zu58B4/s72-c/0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-3160914309478422218</id><published>2007-06-18T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:49.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Campers!</title><content type='html'>We are back from our Father's Day excursion in Escape Pod 1 to Lake Hartwell! I am very lucky to have such a wonderful husband who is an incredible Daddy. He must love us alot to want to spend the whole weekend with us in such a small space (see accommodations below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was a blast and chuck full of incredible memories like Ellie popping through the tippy top of her first tooth (bottom right) and Chase learning to cast a fishing line all by himself and then stunning Dusty by catching fish all by himself. Yes, Chase caught about 20 fish, two of which he caught solo. He was quite disappointed that we weren't going to eat the fish, but Brim bait fish are not too tasty. He called them rotten and "freed" them back into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a hike with Chase leading the pack claiming Dusty got us lost every 5 minutes or so. Ellie loved the backback and happily rode as we figured out the 0.5 mile trail back to camp. We did the typical camping things... roasted hotdogs, ate watermelon, swam in the lake, hiked along the campsites, made smores, slept little, relished in the beauty that is the pop-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little like a fish out of water walking to the community bathroom in my pink pjs with my Clarins lotion. I was bit by a mysterious bug on the way back to camp with what looked like fang marks and was sure I was going to need treatment from the local hospital. Dusty reminded me there is no crying in camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to be told again about the no crying rule in the morning when I could barely get out of bed because my back was locked up. Ellie, unlike Chase, did not sleep like a rock all night. Apparently she is a little like me in my princess and the pea-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm home and in air conditioning (which is not overrated by the way), I can reflect on our trip. I learned that what doesn't kill us brings us closer. I learned a little about the culture that is RV camping and that some people camp in RV's for days and bring christmas lights and their dogs and their friends and their friends friends. And it might not be a good idea to stay next to said "jokers", as Chase referred to them (I wonder where he heard that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that marshmallows are good currency. That slowing down is a necessity. And that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than with these 3 people I call my family, even if it means camping in the pop-up. And that I actually like camping and want to go again! No Dusty, I will not be getting a "pop-up lady" tattoo though.  Dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnbbmYTf8vI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1zJwxfyAyNw/s1600-h/DSCN2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077487082312561394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnbbmYTf8vI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1zJwxfyAyNw/s400/DSCN2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnbbmoTf8wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WvJwykxAZ8s/s1600-h/DSCN2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077487086607528706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnbbmoTf8wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WvJwykxAZ8s/s400/DSCN2327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna_JYTf8qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_Czo3QzNweQ/s1600-h/DSCN2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455797770777250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8LYTf8mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/htuW2CyNDF0/s400/DSCN2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8LoTf8nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y63L8ESWXWA/s1600-h/DSCN2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077452537890599538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8LoTf8nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Y63L8ESWXWA/s400/DSCN2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8L4Tf8oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4HTwNp6WZ80/s1600-h/DSCN2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077452542185566850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8L4Tf8oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4HTwNp6WZ80/s400/DSCN2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8MITf8pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lQ2IEPlDG7E/s1600-h/DSCN2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077452546480534162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rna8MITf8pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lQ2IEPlDG7E/s400/DSCN2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-3160914309478422218?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/3160914309478422218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=3160914309478422218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3160914309478422218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/3160914309478422218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-campers.html' title='Happy Campers!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnbbmYTf8vI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1zJwxfyAyNw/s72-c/DSCN2325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6686366585431449975</id><published>2007-06-13T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:50.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinklers</title><content type='html'>Nothing says summer like a run in the sprinkler. Chase loves sprinklers this year and Ellie loves watching. A few days ago we had a beautiful summer day with the sprinkler, an outdoor bubble show, and a visit from the icecream man. (Why is the icecream man so creepy?). Here are a few shots of Chase in the sprinklers this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase waiting for the volcano sprinkler to erupt at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnBBz4Tf8iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Drg6RE_c8fw/s1600-h/DSCN2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075629139589853730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnBBz4Tf8iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Drg6RE_c8fw/s400/DSCN2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase in our backyard...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnBCI4Tf8jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2953XOWbekI/s1600-h/DSCN2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075629500367106610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnBCI4Tf8jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2953XOWbekI/s400/DSCN2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and Ellie posing together (note the rolled eyes from Chase)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnFWJITf8kI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7FxN-iu45tE/s1600-h/DSCN2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075932969871340098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnFWJITf8kI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7FxN-iu45tE/s400/DSCN2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6686366585431449975?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6686366585431449975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6686366585431449975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6686366585431449975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6686366585431449975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/06/sprinklers.html' title='Sprinklers'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RnBBz4Tf8iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Drg6RE_c8fw/s72-c/DSCN2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5743033628657773000</id><published>2007-06-11T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:50.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Pod 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1atoTf8fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EpBJH_lxsWU/s1600-h/DSCN2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074812095076233714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1atoTf8fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EpBJH_lxsWU/s400/DSCN2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's back.... and in my driveway! Here it is in all it's glory. Yes, the pop-up camper circa 1984 has been in my driveway now for two weeks. Dusty has affectionately named it "Escape Pod 1". What he is escaping from is baffling me... hum let's see escaping our air conditioned house, cable television, a stocked refrigerator. Anyway, he is feverishly working on fixing up the camper with Chase to get ready for our maiden voyage to Lake Hartwell for Father's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase is so enamored with the camper that on the weekends, when it is "popped up" he does not come in the house. He stocks the camper with hotwheels and works on it with his tools. He even requests his meals in the camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1bT4Tf8gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xXYET5UjoZE/s1600-h/DSCN2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074812752206230018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1bT4Tf8gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xXYET5UjoZE/s400/DSCN2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1bz4Tf8hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nn9xMOOSQpA/s1600-h/DSCN2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074813301962043922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1bz4Tf8hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nn9xMOOSQpA/s400/DSCN2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please note the beautiful rust colored Indian curtains. It's decorated with a rustic touch. I suppose it is luxurious in comparison to say a tent. I am also pleased that the door locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the name contains a 1 in it, it leads one to believe there also is an Escape Pod 2, 3.. and so forth. I do hope that this naming scheme means there are more "vacation homes" in our future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish us luck on our wilderness adventure. I'm looking forward to making many happy memories. Post voyage pictures will follow.&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/6915437793570038731-5743033628657773000?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5743033628657773000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5743033628657773000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5743033628657773000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5743033628657773000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/06/escape-pod-1.html' title='Escape Pod 1'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rm1atoTf8fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EpBJH_lxsWU/s72-c/DSCN2185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5590689866518707856</id><published>2007-05-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:51.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she comes...</title><content type='html'>So life with two kids is not easy. It's a handful for sure. However, up to this point Ellie has at least stayed put. Chase's world of millions of hotwheels is kept organized in "parking lots" just out of her reach. I set them up in the living room to play. Ellie sits with her pile of "baby" toys and Chase has the rest of the room with his hotwheels out of reach of the drool machine. See example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO8LZOyK1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mVb5EjyW0rc/s1600-h/DSCN2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063097310032046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO8LZOyK1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mVb5EjyW0rc/s400/DSCN2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the hotwheel parking lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO9P5OyK3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/uDG9ecW8ghg/s1600-h/DSCN2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063098486853086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO9P5OyK3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/uDG9ecW8ghg/s400/DSCN2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ellie is starting to put a kink in his type A organization of the hotwheels. Yes, she is for all intents and purposes crawling. She hasn't quite got it but she does hand, hand, hop with both knees, and then belly flops forward and reaches for whatever it is she has her sites on (which is usually a hotwheel). She then promptly puts it in her mouth and then Chase proceeds to complain about the wetness and the drool and how he needs to get a towel to dry off his prized possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is the beginning of the converations about sharing and "turns" and pulling Ellie away from Chase's "stuff". I assume this will go on for years. Right? Watch out, here she comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO8L5OyK2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/VtcWhN5tmPU/s1600-h/DSCN2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063097318621981538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO8L5OyK2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/VtcWhN5tmPU/s400/DSCN2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-5590689866518707856?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5590689866518707856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5590689866518707856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5590689866518707856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5590689866518707856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/05/here-she-comes.html' title='Here she comes...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RkO8LZOyK1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mVb5EjyW0rc/s72-c/DSCN2016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6305797166281801728</id><published>2007-04-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:34:21.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I order my running skirt now?</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I ventured out of my comfort zone and ran longer than I ever have before. My comfort zone is a 30 to 45 minute run on one of the same two paths I always run on the weekend when Dusty watches the kids. I don't know what was different about my drive (the incredible weather, the extra syrup on my morning eggo), but I was strangely motivated to go farther. The entire first portion of the run I argued with myself if I should turn as I usually do or if I should keep running and make it to the Greenway so I could cut through the trail by the Y and circle back to Old Milton. It was quite the conversation I had with myself... you can do it, it's not that much further.. no! don't do it turn now you'll never be able to walk in heals if you run that far...do it, do it.. etc until I finally decided to keep going. I figured I could always call Dusty from the YMCA if I pooped out and he could come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up running for an hour and 20 minutes and I went 6.5 miles. I know this is chump change compared to most but for me it was a feat! I actually took a cold bath after to make sure my knees didn't get sore (oh and to pretend a little that I am a real runner). Don't let me fool you either, I didn't actually RUN the whole time, I did walk alot but I still &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt; like a real runner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that know the area, I ran from my house... right on Kimball Bridge, left on Webb Bridge, took Webb Bridge to the Greenway Trail (right before North Point Pkwy), took the Greenway past the Y and keep on the trail until Old Milton (it comes out by 400), then down Old Milton back to Kimball, and home. The cool thing about this route is that there is a bathroom and waterfountain halfway through. Very convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my running friends, does this make me official yet? Can I order my skirt? What gadget do I need to keep me motivated? Because shopping must be involved I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6305797166281801728?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6305797166281801728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6305797166281801728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6305797166281801728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6305797166281801728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-i-order-my-running-skirt-now.html' title='Can I order my running skirt now?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4841496019952864399</id><published>2007-04-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:52.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Chase got a guitar from Uncle Chris and Aunt Liz for his birthday. It's a little red guitar and he didn't give it too much attention the day of present opening. He was excited but then his mind was quickly reminded of the pile he still had to open and potential for more plastic and hotwheels. As soon as all the presents were open and he remembered it, he wanted to practice his guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite a song writer. Sample lyrics .... "My cat ran away, The dog barked all day, then the cat came home to our house, da na na na na". There is also "Mommy and Ellie dance", "Hot wheels rock n roll", and "Old cat". His lyrics are genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie apparently is also musically talented and joined in the musical collaboration with Chase's old Elmo guitar which thankfully has been without batteries for two years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the jam session...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLPsR0CGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZlbxOt7toLc/s1600-h/DSCN1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055302945935198306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLPsR0CGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZlbxOt7toLc/s400/DSCN1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLQsR0CHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v3s5YHLN0_M/s1600-h/DSCN1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055302963115067506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLQsR0CHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v3s5YHLN0_M/s400/DSCN1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLR8R0CII/AAAAAAAAAEw/9-5GSAlaEZw/s1600-h/DSCN1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055302984589904002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLR8R0CII/AAAAAAAAAEw/9-5GSAlaEZw/s400/DSCN1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigKWMR0CFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPfzaFfHOPQ/s1600-h/DSCN1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055301958092720210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigKWMR0CFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPfzaFfHOPQ/s400/DSCN1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-4841496019952864399?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4841496019952864399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4841496019952864399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4841496019952864399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4841496019952864399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/jam-session.html' title='Jam session'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigLPsR0CGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZlbxOt7toLc/s72-c/DSCN1977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-616224917049010749</id><published>2007-04-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:54.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Boy Jump Party!</title><content type='html'>Here are the promised pictures of Chase's birthday party at Jumping Jacks. From the looks of his jumping you would have thought this was the day we would have ended up in the ER, but thankfully he made it though the party intact. We had a great turnout with 23 friends all jumping together. It was chaotic to say the least. I even joined in the jumping with my black socks. After about three runs I was exhausted and feeling much older than 4. The festivities included 2 hours of jumping mixed in with some face painting and topped off with a bubble show.&lt;br /&gt;Just as the kids were starting to wear thin, we headed into the party room for cake. Hotwheel cake of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was really relaxed about the party. Dusty might disagree but usually I am more frantic. It helped that a) the party wasn't at our house and b) although it was chilly the weather report for the weekend did not include tornadoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chase would say the party was "rocking awes" (that's short for rocking awesome in case you are not 4). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBXcR0B8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/X43icczG3TQ/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055292083962906562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBXcR0B8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/X43icczG3TQ/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBXsR0B9I/AAAAAAAAADY/-vylS0EJCJ4/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055292088257873874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBXsR0B9I/AAAAAAAAADY/-vylS0EJCJ4/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigGfMR0B_I/AAAAAAAAADo/v9-IIjdpKKk/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055297714665031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigGfMR0B_I/AAAAAAAAADo/v9-IIjdpKKk/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigGf8R0CAI/AAAAAAAAADw/f5KJPJ2wS5M/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055297727549933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigGf8R0CAI/AAAAAAAAADw/f5KJPJ2wS5M/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBYMR0B-I/AAAAAAAAADg/-mCTI_Sz6nQ/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055292096847808482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBYMR0B-I/AAAAAAAAADg/-mCTI_Sz6nQ/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigGgsR0CBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/S_mepHg1lUc/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055297740434835474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigGgsR0CBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/S_mepHg1lUc/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBW8R0B7I/AAAAAAAAADI/-p7n6mR1FGU/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055292075372971954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBW8R0B7I/AAAAAAAAADI/-p7n6mR1FGU/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rif_3MR0B5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Rg5CTvDCdO8/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055290430400497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rif_3MR0B5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Rg5CTvDCdO8/s400/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-616224917049010749?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/616224917049010749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=616224917049010749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/616224917049010749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/616224917049010749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-boy-jump-party.html' title='The Big Boy Jump Party!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/RigBXcR0B8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/X43icczG3TQ/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4119034671153823483</id><published>2007-04-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:02:17.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to the ER</title><content type='html'>Well, one week into turning 4 and already we're visiting the ER. Today was a scary day. I was 30 minutes into running errands after dropping off Chase at school and I got a phone call from his teacher. Chase fell on the playground and cut his lip. I headed back to school thinking he would probably be fine by the time I got there but that was not the case. His lip didn't look that well and I called Dusty to come meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the Children's Hospital and thankfully we went to the right place. Chase had cut his lip through to part of the muscle and needed a double layer of stitches. They nurses gave him a topical numbing medication and then an oral pain reliver. After being in our room for 3 hours the ER doctor told us they were calling in a plastic surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase received a sedative to keep him calm and still and the surgeon arrived. She was wonderful and gave him 9 stitches total (2 inside and 7 outside). He was such a brave big boy and stayed still while she stitched him up. He was incredibly good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home his medication was clearly talking when he asked me why I had 4 eyes and kept trying to touch my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's home and he's doing wonderfully now! He's already eaten yogurt, ravioli, and icecream. He also set up his new hotwheel display case that holds 120 cars before bed. Clearly, he is not that affected by his injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was more scared than Chase of the stitches as I've never had them. Dusty though is an old pro and told me this was probably our first of many trips to the ER. I really hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-4119034671153823483?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4119034671153823483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4119034671153823483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4119034671153823483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4119034671153823483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-trip-to-er.html' title='Our trip to the ER'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-6359080805426487136</id><published>2007-04-12T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:56.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is 4!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7as8xkGDI/AAAAAAAAABM/IUHdX7b25SI/s1600-h/baby+bed+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052716297719388210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7as8xkGDI/AAAAAAAAABM/IUHdX7b25SI/s400/baby+bed+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet baby turned 4 on Tuesday! Where did the time go? For some reason 4 seems more monumental than the earlier birthdays. Maybe it's because my baby is becoming more of a "kid" and less of the baby. Maybe having a new baby, Ellie, really shows you how much Chase is not a baby anymore. He's our little man who since he arrived has been an incredible light in our lives. Happy birthday sweet baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7bGcxkGFI/AAAAAAAAABc/Xer4Esa51so/s1600-h/chase+upclose+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052716735806052434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7bGcxkGFI/AAAAAAAAABc/Xer4Esa51so/s400/chase+upclose+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chase one day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7j2cxkGMI/AAAAAAAAACU/7wWYcfre2ts/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052726356532795586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7j2cxkGMI/AAAAAAAAACU/7wWYcfre2ts/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7jusxkGLI/AAAAAAAAACM/yRIwQWhSzek/s1600-h/Img_4736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052726223388809394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7jusxkGLI/AAAAAAAAACM/yRIwQWhSzek/s400/Img_4736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7cPsxkGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/b6_J5FU-YNM/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052717994231470178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7cPsxkGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/b6_J5FU-YNM/s400/IMG_1843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7dQsxkGHI/AAAAAAAAABs/SdKVVSmbpqk/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052719110922967154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7dQsxkGHI/AAAAAAAAABs/SdKVVSmbpqk/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, April 10th! Chase helped make his cake this year. It's a figure 8 race track we found in a magazine. His big party at Jumping Jacks is on Sunday and he won't admit he's really 4 until then. I think for fear that he won't be able to have another party! Happy birthday big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7dvcxkGII/AAAAAAAAAB0/RJur83COPyg/s1600-h/DSCN1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052719639203944578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7dvcxkGII/AAAAAAAAAB0/RJur83COPyg/s400/DSCN1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-6359080805426487136?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/6359080805426487136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=6359080805426487136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6359080805426487136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/6359080805426487136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-baby-is-4.html' title='My Baby is 4!!!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh7as8xkGDI/AAAAAAAAABM/IUHdX7b25SI/s72-c/baby+bed+hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-4821327926987570548</id><published>2007-04-11T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:57.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So our first long car ride with both kids went much better than expected. Dusty was the one with the tummy ache on the way down and I was the whiney one on the way home. The kids were surprisingly well behaved and sleepy! It's so much fun to be at the ocean with kids. Seeing the wonder of the beach all over through your children's eyes. Other than playing on the beach, the main purpose of our trip was to visit our grandparents, Chase and Ellie's great grandmothers and great grandfather... "Nana at the beach, and Nana and Papa". It's so amazing that they get to know their great grandparents. I can't imagine meeting Chase and Ellie's kids, let alone their kid's kids. So incredible. Here are a few pics from our trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2VS8xkGCI/AAAAAAAAABE/1ki_Kk2xBnI/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052358509763762210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2VS8xkGCI/AAAAAAAAABE/1ki_Kk2xBnI/s400/Picture+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2UCsxkGAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YjK_piygKVg/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052357131079260162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2UCsxkGAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YjK_piygKVg/s400/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2ThMxkF_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bHt2zz42iwo/s1600-h/Picture+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052356555553642482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2ThMxkF_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/bHt2zz42iwo/s400/Picture+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2U6sxkGBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ITN56_I1o5E/s1600-h/Picture+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052358093151934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2U6sxkGBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ITN56_I1o5E/s400/Picture+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-4821327926987570548?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/4821327926987570548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=4821327926987570548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4821327926987570548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/4821327926987570548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2VS8xkGCI/AAAAAAAAABE/1ki_Kk2xBnI/s72-c/Picture+233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915437793570038731.post-5758438994894275629</id><published>2007-04-11T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:45:58.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other night Ellie was pounding away on her toy piano, wait a minute, let me correct myself "Chase's toy piano that he lets Ewwie borrow". As Chase was the first child, first grandchild on both sides, and first niece/ nephew, he has alot of "stuff", hence no need to buy Ellie too much unless it's pink and girly of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Chase couldn't take Ellie's solo piano playing and soon joined the fun. He wasn't too pleased with her pounding, which apparently hurt his ears. He quickly took over and showed her how it was done. True big brother style. A hint of things to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2L68xkF7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QD2ppvqAvNo/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052348201842251698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2L68xkF7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QD2ppvqAvNo/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2Oi8xkF-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR1tHgO3a1Y/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052351088060274658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2Oi8xkF-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lR1tHgO3a1Y/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2M7sxkF9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AIDzrRDcRps/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052349314238781394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2M7sxkF9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AIDzrRDcRps/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915437793570038731-5758438994894275629?l=mything1andthing2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/feeds/5758438994894275629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6915437793570038731&amp;postID=5758438994894275629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5758438994894275629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915437793570038731/posts/default/5758438994894275629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mything1andthing2.blogspot.com/2007/04/piano-competition-other-night-ellie-was.html' title='Piano Competition'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07108280147017431909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J8ZN_aLOztk/Rh2L68xkF7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QD2ppvqAvNo/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
