tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91305737608396031122024-03-04T23:42:57.660-08:00Decker DayzLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-52012190716836043652011-08-09T08:15:00.000-07:002011-08-09T10:51:57.874-07:00LOGAN TURNS 10!
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Let's get the obvious out of the way.
<br />Yes, it's been way too long since I've blogged.
<br />Yes, I regret it and feel horrible I've missed documenting the past few months of our lives.
<br />However, it was a good break.
<br />I feel refreshed and ready to write again!
<br />Let's start with my Most Favoritest Son's 10th Birthday.
<br />DOUBLE DIGITS PEOPLE!!
<br />I whipped up these snazzy little invites to resemble real Baseball Tickets.
<br />Even with a bar code at the bottom!</div>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7eOXZGERG-w-R5L1Wx-zkMat7Gn3ZZQ5He2iRG3mWN9PApmkl0fWQr4GTgNY4t5L5rua9trWCdeUdyX8yLS0r2XJJvnmZuj9PWeLsNWNmGyFiCUyQqaIb7gbY9Kfe2sFNV7_-6PPHl9j/s1600/logans+invite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7eOXZGERG-w-R5L1Wx-zkMat7Gn3ZZQ5He2iRG3mWN9PApmkl0fWQr4GTgNY4t5L5rua9trWCdeUdyX8yLS0r2XJJvnmZuj9PWeLsNWNmGyFiCUyQqaIb7gbY9Kfe2sFNV7_-6PPHl9j/s800/logans+invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638883212863870466" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">
<br />This year, instead of inviting all the boys in his class for a sleep over (every parent needs to experience this at least once) we let him choose 4 friends to spend the night and go to a Nashville Sounds ballgame. We had an awesome group of boys. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEicwD49VR3yHCasWIcxknzl40L7KWJXhttLWlvOV9zWiH09F7m1J9JzjqDwovM3R9xR7l4T6wLO1Fnq_GObUXd9eY1eo0lZmrHJOuqRSodXAMOQ8Y_7mqDO-MXnCVF2jiS_vidRUnlSD6/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%25281%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEicwD49VR3yHCasWIcxknzl40L7KWJXhttLWlvOV9zWiH09F7m1J9JzjqDwovM3R9xR7l4T6wLO1Fnq_GObUXd9eY1eo0lZmrHJOuqRSodXAMOQ8Y_7mqDO-MXnCVF2jiS_vidRUnlSD6/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638883208422518898" border="0" /></a>We had PRIME seats. Right behind the Sounds dugout!
<br />There was also a good group of enthusiastic people around us including a little league team!
<br />I've found that it can really affect the mood you're in by the people you sit around at big events like this. (i.e. concerts)
<br />This here is Ozzie the Cougar. Not real sure what he has to do with "Sounds" but, he did a great job of amping up the crowd.
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<br />Little boys pigging out on hot dogs, slushies, pizza and...
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeJ5caYL2DTxLnukJMgsQbkkYE8Dwx8DWZZ9HDpvSw6fHlSlbCweHEG4KsDVTomnJcRaJAT5ubCQHGHk9ktsa81DugkJDQiFIkOvMs138QFNx5vobfpMovREu0dn5dxSaj4AJdJL2ct1o/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeJ5caYL2DTxLnukJMgsQbkkYE8Dwx8DWZZ9HDpvSw6fHlSlbCweHEG4KsDVTomnJcRaJAT5ubCQHGHk9ktsa81DugkJDQiFIkOvMs138QFNx5vobfpMovREu0dn5dxSaj4AJdJL2ct1o/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638882892830682562" border="0" /></a>
<br />FUNNEL CAKES!!!
<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmHw0r_9QE_f71UpwZk9-hK9_rgMlt4nbDXuhyphenhyphenHXC6YthVwcgRDyhN3sYL_uOIyaLua3_D3DVg_wUPprxFv4hLGVjfYe9hE-GQzBRILAe33N6AkIRJOZ0emxhba6YIHTioCEIBfXA0W9h/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252815%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmHw0r_9QE_f71UpwZk9-hK9_rgMlt4nbDXuhyphenhyphenHXC6YthVwcgRDyhN3sYL_uOIyaLua3_D3DVg_wUPprxFv4hLGVjfYe9hE-GQzBRILAe33N6AkIRJOZ0emxhba6YIHTioCEIBfXA0W9h/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252815%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638882890405852546" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">About half way through the boys were getting a little restless. Let's face it, baseball games are long! Thank goodness there's a cool little area for kids to play around on. Obstacle bounce houses, trampolines and velcro walls.
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_d7P_SpG8_Lr9zYTRmOFEmOyJpSy3Ao9-qeN-9xkgfasVf12uBxVLiX2yf-AWA_dhHoGLE45pRtR_DRTNFCVQrA9Pyrk8mei02GBZS8LcCzL1L8L-BA0KNUTxmW0kCAc__kb1LYuNO40/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252817%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_d7P_SpG8_Lr9zYTRmOFEmOyJpSy3Ao9-qeN-9xkgfasVf12uBxVLiX2yf-AWA_dhHoGLE45pRtR_DRTNFCVQrA9Pyrk8mei02GBZS8LcCzL1L8L-BA0KNUTxmW0kCAc__kb1LYuNO40/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252817%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638882884203014514" border="0" /></a>The velcro wall was hilarious. I don't think the boys were quite heavy enough to make themselves stick to the wall so Josh had to end up throwing the boys against it to make them stick!
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<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySUXlrKnFtaaeP4Rn72KBR77DCpMrbN2KQvOrR6-ja8nlDGICmrvuerNykazIu9SJITgfBowj95UC8dU24DHwaJZAr-kxcamZswj3pEU3qYEtPeiRXIeXkFRfGFYvnLhyphenhyphenjSd3413PgI23/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252828%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySUXlrKnFtaaeP4Rn72KBR77DCpMrbN2KQvOrR6-ja8nlDGICmrvuerNykazIu9SJITgfBowj95UC8dU24DHwaJZAr-kxcamZswj3pEU3qYEtPeiRXIeXkFRfGFYvnLhyphenhyphenjSd3413PgI23/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252828%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638902451832651746" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3CD_E-SD174IkPyci10dgWz9fN1dZr76iiJuL-WS4ixddwDOWacI2VgpWvpfF8JVFak56FJFtm0HJG5EAD2lX0bjmNfCvA0eDK1pjcRna6xhyphenhyphen5o4Sq5s7wTpRoSSnUBHR7ZxKrPETpUv/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252836%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3CD_E-SD174IkPyci10dgWz9fN1dZr76iiJuL-WS4ixddwDOWacI2VgpWvpfF8JVFak56FJFtm0HJG5EAD2lX0bjmNfCvA0eDK1pjcRna6xhyphenhyphen5o4Sq5s7wTpRoSSnUBHR7ZxKrPETpUv/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252836%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638882555978394786" border="0" /></a>
<br />Evan got completely stuck up there and it took all 4 boys to get him down.
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<br />My son. He does awesome tricks only a 10 year old boy can do.
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<br />I think they're singing here? Their facial expressions are hilarious!
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<br />So after all that fun we made it back to the game. It was getting to be a real nail biter! Sounds were down by 2. In the 7th inning we scored 2 runs and tied it up! Our 5 had made their way down to the front row. Right behind the dugout! The little league team beside us were going crazy! They started chanting this little diddy:
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We want a single just a little single s-i-n-g-l-e single single single </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> We want a double just a little double d-o-u-b-l-e double double double</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> We want a triple just a little triple t-r-i-p-l-e triple triple triple</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> We want a homerun just a little homerun</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> H-O H-O-M H-O-M-E-R-U-N</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1312909684_0">HOMERUN</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>
<br />And wouldn't you know?? The next batter got a HOMERUN!! <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It was amazing.
<br /></span></span>Those little boys were so excited thinking they'd caused the homerun (maybe they did!?) and our guys were really into it by this point.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
<br /></span></span>So by the 9th inning<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Sounds were up by 1 point.
<br />All we had to do was hold them in the Top of the 9th.
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">First batter up...3 strikes and he's out!
<br />Second batter...3 strikes!
<br />THIRD BATTER...3 strikes.
<br />OUT!
<br />9 pitches, all strikes. Annnnnd
<br />THAT'S THE GAME!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLSAN_UtlAHbmmhUZhfh-Inq2V3ojzQTkDOqIIzcl6g4i4WX8UF2r8xCs0ON1Eqor3UBkUJexll3O8iVJ6qFdjgbJEiUh9opGxKTcRVWVzoVl_YUECsZDV67oqVVEbW3ayjBJIysVvQcG/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252847%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLSAN_UtlAHbmmhUZhfh-Inq2V3ojzQTkDOqIIzcl6g4i4WX8UF2r8xCs0ON1Eqor3UBkUJexll3O8iVJ6qFdjgbJEiUh9opGxKTcRVWVzoVl_YUECsZDV67oqVVEbW3ayjBJIysVvQcG/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252847%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638881932589776002" border="0" /></a>
<br />IT.WAS.AMAZING!!
<br />On top of that, there was a couple sitting next to the boys above the dugout. The guy kept hollering to the pitcher to give Logan a ball 'cause it was his birthday. The pitcher kept trying to ignore/wave him off. The guy was relentless and the pitcher gave in!
<br />Logan got a game ball!!
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<br />Oh it does not end there my friends. After the field was cleared all the kiddos were invited to run the bases. The excitement of 5 10 year old boys running a real baseball field was immeasurable!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJgMZE3nISvslGThSCKJuecvcrMWlOAwu21PKKlwDe9agag9B6HSrnhtygLjYuwQERYRRssiDSAujSFKm8TvCngY4aYuHA9r96a_afuukhCdK4_7M7foXtrYnw35QxKFHvaan9US1KxsO/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252857%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJgMZE3nISvslGThSCKJuecvcrMWlOAwu21PKKlwDe9agag9B6HSrnhtygLjYuwQERYRRssiDSAujSFKm8TvCngY4aYuHA9r96a_afuukhCdK4_7M7foXtrYnw35QxKFHvaan9US1KxsO/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252857%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638881921081646786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1IpH9j9ouOOpq8TBntV_1troWZlB2BtC4VDqVfY9VqfjQyehIX9PCh-FSJdjELWzfo0xleD5q0VsFrvDHhNNH1d4kaXsvKSgiqUgPr72R5w6nHVq_H1Vomaz9vQYNrDlBaEYzxRh1y0n/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252859%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1IpH9j9ouOOpq8TBntV_1troWZlB2BtC4VDqVfY9VqfjQyehIX9PCh-FSJdjELWzfo0xleD5q0VsFrvDHhNNH1d4kaXsvKSgiqUgPr72R5w6nHVq_H1Vomaz9vQYNrDlBaEYzxRh1y0n/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252859%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638881918637981218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
<br /></span></span><span><span>To end the night, there was a fireworks display to the tunes of Mr. Michael Jackson. It was like our own personal amzing light show! We were so close to the action!</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFq41Qnj1WilvYi4Q3uvIv1c2e5pgEqhF9rDwH5w8J6fXhiug_r97Kqk0yxdtCtbQumNGx9bdu5BXBPEqEbw-60M5JjIs2qctuMi5Lpux7LI_0_jbGmEbJIDoS_ig59Y3j0g8XWHAIATa/s1600/fireworks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFq41Qnj1WilvYi4Q3uvIv1c2e5pgEqhF9rDwH5w8J6fXhiug_r97Kqk0yxdtCtbQumNGx9bdu5BXBPEqEbw-60M5JjIs2qctuMi5Lpux7LI_0_jbGmEbJIDoS_ig59Y3j0g8XWHAIATa/s800/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638912963610159970" border="0" /></a>
<br />And that is the story of the Most Awesome 10 Year Old Birthday EVA!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimYoUgz32gNSLueRdd6PGd_oRqeBVVSekH2RA0YE0t6hjncPxKKCWuh8hwUsfZ8COP4Zx8aDqEDUirzZQo7V5NQwMSrzjZIzwYxGCKxuLqqK4uAL6rObFWtuFH-UCvTIEaHyNZLFl8SJy/s1600/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252864%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimYoUgz32gNSLueRdd6PGd_oRqeBVVSekH2RA0YE0t6hjncPxKKCWuh8hwUsfZ8COP4Zx8aDqEDUirzZQo7V5NQwMSrzjZIzwYxGCKxuLqqK4uAL6rObFWtuFH-UCvTIEaHyNZLFl8SJy/s800/Sounds+Game+10th+birthday+%252864%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638912960451845202" border="0" /></a></span></span>
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<br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-44348827301569030412010-12-07T09:25:00.000-08:002010-12-07T09:47:41.541-08:00The Truth<a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l312/deckerllj/?action=view&current=Project3.png" target="_blank">Below is a transcript of a conversation I had this morning with Logan before school:</a><br /><br />Him: Mom. Poppy told me Santa isn't real.<br />Me: *heart breaking* What? He didn't say that. Why would he say that!?<br />Him: Well that's what he told me. You can't help me with my list this year.<br />Me: OK. Why not?<br />Him: Because I'm going to see if I get the first thing on my list. Then I'll know if Santa's real or not.<br />Me: What is it? Heely's?<br />Him: Nope that's 2nd.<br />Me: A Wii?<br />Him: Nope that's 3rd.<br />Me: You want Heely's more than you want a Wii? *assuming that the thing he wants most will be first.<br />Him: No mom! There not in order! I'm just gonna make a list.<br />Me: Ummmm ok.<br />WOW! He's good. He's going to make a secret list of things he wants. This list will be in no certain order & will be kept hidden from the parents. This is his master plan. To find out The Truth.<br />After he'd left for school I texted the FIL.<br />Me: Did you tell Logan that Santa wasn't real? *I'm a bit frustrated. This is something I felt Josh & I should handle. You know...kinda like the Birds & The Bees talk.*<br />Him: He said he thinks he knows where the presents come from (smart kid). Asked me if it was so. I said it's ok to believe Santa Claus is real in our imagination. Best way I knew to tell the truth. Hope you're not mad.<br />Me: *this man is one of the most faithful I know. He didn't want to lie which is understandable. I mean, he IS a preacher after all.* I'm not mad I'm just not ready.<br />Him: Sorry. Wish he had not figured it out.<br /><br />Then I went on to cook lunch for Brynn & I. The tears came. The sadness of a little boy growing up too fast consumed me. I knew it was coming. He had lots of questions last year. I just wanted to hold on another year or two. Does this mean the magic of Christmas will be lost for him? How do we broach this subject? Will he shed tears? I want to make it more about The True Meaning of Christmas for him now. The miracle of the birth of Jesus. The REAL Reason for the Season. Maybe I should go on and tell Brynn The Truth now and save us all the agony later.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-8599870780166915462010-09-29T11:48:00.001-07:002010-09-29T12:08:26.821-07:00Farm Day<div align="center">Last weekend we headed down the street with the kiddos to the </div><div align="center">2nd Annual Agricultural Day.</div><div align="center">It was going to have farm animals, hay rides, activities and it was</div><div align="center">FREE!</div><div align="center">I heart FREE.</div><div align="center">We learned where our food comes from,</div><div align="center">about composting & recycling &</div><div align="center">what happens when our waters get polluted.</div><div align="center">They had a huge Farm Animal Petting Zoo. </div><div align="center">I decided to pass the camera off to The Hubs for the day.</div><div align="center">Just to see what he would capture.</div><div align="center">It was hard to let go & by the looks of things, I think I'll be holding onto it from now on.</div><div align="center">This is Brynn & Smokey the Bear. </div><div align="center">She LOVED the dressed up characters and hugged them</div><div align="center">and gave them high fives like it was going out of style.</div><div align="center">BUT, this is what he got. *sigh*</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOhmOk01LDqq45rwMsan6SLkM_gxIw1nG1s3KrbTLCcSjVb5EahHV51uqMjPzl0xUvldU32VYyboKCRLCsBj2LcbpL01oIn1EIRkXUZx1UtTy4RbjjpjTYZcFpPGNpIcXCHc9blZPMa81e/s1600/Farm+Day+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522410257911170018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOhmOk01LDqq45rwMsan6SLkM_gxIw1nG1s3KrbTLCcSjVb5EahHV51uqMjPzl0xUvldU32VYyboKCRLCsBj2LcbpL01oIn1EIRkXUZx1UtTy4RbjjpjTYZcFpPGNpIcXCHc9blZPMa81e/s800/Farm+Day+(2).JPG" /></a> Now if you know my husband, you know is picture taking problems.</div><div align="center">There's either always an eye closed, both eyes closed, a strange face or </div><div align="center">he's just plain not looking. </div><div align="center">I swear it's harder to get a picture of HIM than it is of the kids!</div><div align="center">Please tell me this isn't an inherited trait.</div><div align="center">Yes, that's a pet chicken and B loved him.</div><div align="center">She loved him so much she almost squeezed the love right out of him.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWceWFyypp-kqHQ-WsRSomlFe3ZyvkbOxPsqYRMKaFOEym5NEJL5zBYwV25fcCURgho1nZaaRdfNVzB6dRt2g1zhW7wV6KC8sm3wCTsQHJErDUOWTQhq4e8V4yh56awu9xdA6lsTevIyBE/s1600/Farm+Day+(5).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522410252133512610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWceWFyypp-kqHQ-WsRSomlFe3ZyvkbOxPsqYRMKaFOEym5NEJL5zBYwV25fcCURgho1nZaaRdfNVzB6dRt2g1zhW7wV6KC8sm3wCTsQHJErDUOWTQhq4e8V4yh56awu9xdA6lsTevIyBE/s800/Farm+Day+(5).JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Here's some shots of Logan on the hayride.</div><div align="center">I'm not sure if Josh was even looking in the view finder for these.</div><div align="center">I mean Logan's barely in the shot!</div><div align="center">Poor guy. At least he was trying.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4nDJIg7hjr7oMS8XJbzU-iNp9f936bZvGyU7Q9UDCdHAsKJ_lsXTafqynfjqH32F_bnLOoPbYbQA40lx5Wl3ZETUP_SxtBiTsBlfGk2adCjOAov3GS1ILDYJaJQ6W4cnxDxn_rJNfiwe/s1600/Farm+Day+(27).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522410245073154050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4nDJIg7hjr7oMS8XJbzU-iNp9f936bZvGyU7Q9UDCdHAsKJ_lsXTafqynfjqH32F_bnLOoPbYbQA40lx5Wl3ZETUP_SxtBiTsBlfGk2adCjOAov3GS1ILDYJaJQ6W4cnxDxn_rJNfiwe/s800/Farm+Day+(27).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26-szTzHNDrAAdGf94zoB5OvCyD6B3yWhNVxq-6zwWqwWWIk3RdVueUOtWtUAzn0Nf87RYTSd1h8JO7AKB9cNxYQzzItS8FxCLo3FRt3giFA9Zt_mhvdTKzWiHUlDiuVCFYhyxiiRXXry/s1600/Farm+Day+(23).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522410234006931922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26-szTzHNDrAAdGf94zoB5OvCyD6B3yWhNVxq-6zwWqwWWIk3RdVueUOtWtUAzn0Nf87RYTSd1h8JO7AKB9cNxYQzzItS8FxCLo3FRt3giFA9Zt_mhvdTKzWiHUlDiuVCFYhyxiiRXXry/s800/Farm+Day+(23).JPG" /></a><br />One reason I wanted to hand the camera off was so I could </div><div align="center">actually be in some pics too.</div><div align="center">I'm always behind the camera and I want them to know I was always there with them!</div><div align="center">Even though Josh didn't get the BEST shots during the day, </div><div align="center">he did get this one.</div><div align="center">I actually really love it!</div><div align="center">That's rare for me to say about a picture of myself.<br />We had a great time.</div><div align="center">Just the Four of Us.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcFbSsbhYWW9qF_RxTA4qaMYGRgqC2KHi-P-nuyrxqQEhhxRH8d24ftd4h1h_O0w3mMA6S-i3n64Z9-HlOVaYqTwUOvqPUTvjQAHugrBn2G2mqUMUy9sDzpQbqXqU1EvalBVSbOB_PDqE/s1600/Farm+Day+(21).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522410229231476082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcFbSsbhYWW9qF_RxTA4qaMYGRgqC2KHi-P-nuyrxqQEhhxRH8d24ftd4h1h_O0w3mMA6S-i3n64Z9-HlOVaYqTwUOvqPUTvjQAHugrBn2G2mqUMUy9sDzpQbqXqU1EvalBVSbOB_PDqE/s800/Farm+Day+(21).JPG" /></a> Who knows...</div><div align="center">Maybe I'll hand the camera off again one day. </div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-20301827408571810432010-09-13T13:27:00.000-07:002010-09-13T19:54:47.425-07:00The Day That Shook Me To The Core<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyB-ImhOTpeLfSt0uMRec5WHFoYQ5fLvvI-_vs6Ag8ZddBQ8wPYhfaVLyyDcEtvO26_u6i3uBdP9q1woqD_-VWfrHRdO0nSmTm-wNMFkRttC3XLHNaeMsi8M49aMhn0K2RcawataPbO_7/s1600/Logans+Stitches+%284%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyB-ImhOTpeLfSt0uMRec5WHFoYQ5fLvvI-_vs6Ag8ZddBQ8wPYhfaVLyyDcEtvO26_u6i3uBdP9q1woqD_-VWfrHRdO0nSmTm-wNMFkRttC3XLHNaeMsi8M49aMhn0K2RcawataPbO_7/s800/Logans+Stitches+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516593692775896274" border="0" /></a>Sunday was gonna be a great day!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had high hopes for that day.<br />The weather was supposed to be gorgeous, I was really looking forward to church &<br />the NFL season was beginning.<br />After church I got a message that my Mema was coming to town.<br />I couldn't wait to see her!<br />I headed outside to round the boys up (my nephew was with us) because Josh was mowing and I knew they needed to come in before I left.<br />We were standing in the driveway.<br />Josh was in the middle of the front yard.<br />At least 20 feet from us.<br />I heard a loud smack.<br />Turned to Logan and saw red.<br />Blood curdling screams & Gushing red from Logan's head.<br />Dear Lord!!<br />What The!!??<br />My heart is pounding.<br />Josh stops mowing.<br />We run into the garage, I grab towels and apply pressure.<br />I devise a plan.<br />It's called the "<span style="font-style: italic;">Gotta Keep Myself Composed & Strong For Him</span>" Plan.<br />I have to draw strength from somewhere.<br />Just then the In-Laws arrive (they'd planned on coming by after church).<br />We've gotta get to the ER!<br />The blood is literally squirting from his head and<br />the wound looks like a mini cave carved right out of his little skin.<br />Deep enough that it might have hit the skull!<br />Josh jumps in the back with Logan and I ride up front with Steve.<br />I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to keep my plan intact.<br />I have to hold it together for him.<br />It's not working!<br />Steve is driving the fastest I've ever seen that man go!<br />Like 50 MPH!!<br />Remaining completely calm the whole time.<br />I hear Logan say from the backseat,<br />"I'm really tired! Can I just go to sleep?"<br />NOOOO!!! GOD NO!!<br />I'm Losing him! This is it.<br />"Buddy, You have to stay awake. Sleep is not an option. Please GOD keep him awake!"<br />The minute I step foot in the ER I loose it.<br />Sobbing uncontrollably. I can't even get out our last name to the receptionist.<br />She looks shell-shocked.<br />Logan is turning very pale. He says he can't see and needs to go to the bathroom.<br />Josh carries him there while I'm attempting to fill out papers with a completely unsteady hand.<br />A man rounds the corner.<br />"There's a kid throwing up everywhere! We need help quick!"<br />I'm thinking, "Great! Some kid in the ER is super sick and Logan might catch that now!"<br />NOPE!<br />It's Logan!<br />They get us in a room. <br />Josh asks Logan if his ok.<br />He turns and sees the floods of water pouring from my eyes.<br />"I'm ok. Is my mom ok?"<br />I think, "Dear Lord! He knows he's ok because he's going to heaven!<br />He wants to make sure I'll be ok!! How can I be losing my little buddy this soon!?"<br />Routine cleaning and sterilizing begin. The doctors look nervous.<br />He's so pale and the wound is so big!<br />We wheel down to do the CAT scan.<br />I'm standing in the room with the nurses watching the X-rays of his brain on the screen.<br />Looking for any sign that something is wrong.<br />"I can't watch," I think. If I watch and see <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> that is really <span style="font-style: italic;">nothing</span> it will not help with the whole "<span style="font-style: italic;">Gotta Keep Myself Composed & Strong For Him</span>" Plan.<br />I turn away. Test is done and we will have results in 10 minutes.<br />Longest.10.Minutes.Of.My.Life!<br />If I had a knife I would've cut that tension to shreds.<br />But, Logan's talking. He's remembering things like what happened yesterday and what our plans for the week are. Color is coming back.<br />The Dr. strides in. He has an air of confidence about him.<br />This has to be a good sign.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFhNZXr303KDGoax3Xpa3272tkeJbsA12l8PYSO5yX3W_lYyW_N_mwOGDapNiX4QyDwmpGaqFdUXGuMLZFR5ZxtJJnlZKCk_QsjeREg-JMT0WTVO51FzXuSXEluVh6gFMo5XHzaOHOTCv/s1600/Logans+Stitches+%287%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFhNZXr303KDGoax3Xpa3272tkeJbsA12l8PYSO5yX3W_lYyW_N_mwOGDapNiX4QyDwmpGaqFdUXGuMLZFR5ZxtJJnlZKCk_QsjeREg-JMT0WTVO51FzXuSXEluVh6gFMo5XHzaOHOTCv/s800/Logans+Stitches+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516593683328457394" border="0" /></a>"You're CAT scan results came back normal! Everything looks completely fine!"<br />The life that had been sucked out of me for what felt like forever finally returned.<br />My head stopped swimming with what if questions.He would be ok. He would be ours to keep and raise and cuddle for many many more years.<br />Then the Dr. turns to us and says, "I'm going to speak to you in grown up terms now so he doesn't understand."<br />I'M thinking, " Well, if he can't understand them then I probably can't either!<br />How old does he think Logan is?"<br />I prepare to follow along with some very scientific words and he says,<br />"He got very lucky. If the laceration had been a little farther left, on the temple,we might have had a very different outcome."<br />WOW! Very difficult to understand there buddy!<br />Now that we know there's no skull fracture or brain bleeding we wait.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQiAw7vgl_Q9QzJ-RltllqSKfauGp5kwfGV95EiTzha5auUpPrGhwY-s9b_RqC4FoIhaL1YhM0AEG9_W9P6pq2a6Imj3fprqe3li59bsW8qP4pF05dR5Q6hZvM1EOIxCO2vgAoFG16_DM/s1600/Logans+Stitches+%289%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQiAw7vgl_Q9QzJ-RltllqSKfauGp5kwfGV95EiTzha5auUpPrGhwY-s9b_RqC4FoIhaL1YhM0AEG9_W9P6pq2a6Imj3fprqe3li59bsW8qP4pF05dR5Q6hZvM1EOIxCO2vgAoFG16_DM/s800/Logans+Stitches+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516593674504739394" border="0" /></a>For close to 3 hours to complete the stitches.<br />But, I don't even care.<br />Cause my buddy is there and he's having conversations with us and joking around and he's <span style="font-style: italic;">here</span>.<br />He will have stitches and a head bandage that resembles The Karate Kid for a week.<br />When we got home he said he was sorry for bleeding all over my dress and that when he threw up in the ER he stretched his neck as far out as he could so he wouldn't throw up all over his dads clothes.<br />Seriously, the kid is thinking of us when he's got the massive head wound.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkb740POEIl1W4MDWtEULat6LdI8lM8zlWoOmFR-FZS4VsYcpxo8Oc3qvdoUAIE2xbN4ae1twYsYMLGtEb2FNmV0aq2jcsDIUYk3_nhYo-jByym0kjPsAi6uCqrby95_Yse_ADc6thHff/s1600/Logans+Stitches+%2811%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UNKgW4pqCKU/TI7gt-l0DFI/AAAAAAAABu8/C6BexOuzmo8/800/Logans+Stitches+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516593674075769938" border="0" /></a>I slept in his floor last night.<br />I knew I'd need to get him to flip back on his back and re-adjust the bandages. He was very nervous and wanted to make sure I'd be waking him up every so often.<br />It was nice to be there and to be the one taking care of him and soothing his fears.<br />The bandages have now been replaced and the wound cleaned.<br />Life will resume tomorrow and I pray I never experience a day like that again.<br />Having the actual real life fear that you're losing your child is<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> most painful thing I've ever experienced.<br />I can't help but think his Guardian Angel was in full effect that day.<br />I Thank GOD that the in-laws arrived when they did<br />that father-in-law had a steady hand and remained calm enough to drive us safely<br />that mother-in-law was there to watch the other kids<br />that HE gave him to US for keeps.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju49xIV6iC2G1iNwJm4OdoLZ6Ri51BR8WFykrXp9QnHpc5JgGQwZy2cW3zxOWG4962RuuXX00EIaOzwPZ4cyc26rYwGp99aj6DmAOyrqZeQnMAK28n4eSSx1y42Twvz0UsB8DQYiD-VL_0/s1600/Logans+Stitches+%2812%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju49xIV6iC2G1iNwJm4OdoLZ6Ri51BR8WFykrXp9QnHpc5JgGQwZy2cW3zxOWG4962RuuXX00EIaOzwPZ4cyc26rYwGp99aj6DmAOyrqZeQnMAK28n4eSSx1y42Twvz0UsB8DQYiD-VL_0/s800/Logans+Stitches+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516593662072170546" border="0" /></a></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-46831184555878878832010-09-08T11:19:00.000-07:002010-09-08T11:32:34.730-07:00Because I Was Tagged...<div style="text-align: center;">Yep, I got tagged by <a href="http://stuartandann.blogspot.com/2010/09/tag-youre-it.html">Ann</a>.<br />So I'm gonna answer a few of her random questions.<br /><br />If you could buy one object, no matter the cost, what would it be?<br />3. Because It's a good round number.<br />Again, this is if money was no object sooo no, it won't be happening.<br />Sorry, Mimi.<br /><br />What is your favorite food?<br />Cheese dip. More specifically, queso from chili's.<br />Ohhh or Zaxby's chicken salads! I could eat those things every day!<br /><br />How many cousins do you have?<br />MAN, there's ALOT of us!<br />Hold on, i gotta count...<br />There's 13 on my side<br />and, if I'm counting right, 23 on Josh's side.<br /><br />Who was your first celebrity crush?<br />Leo DiCaprio. fo shizzle! I'm talking Growing Pains days here.<br /><br />If you could interview any celebrity, who would it be and why?<br />Definitely Dave Matthews.<br />No question about it.<br />He's got an amazing backstory, being from South Africa and all.<br />PLUS, he does tons of humanitarian work.<br />AND he's an awesome, with a capitol AWE, singer/song writer/guitar player<br /><br />What was the first concert that you went to?<br />Beach Boys.<br />My mom super hearted them. <br />It was at Starwood with the fam.<br />And we got to toss the beach ball around in the crowd.<br />Man, I miss Starwood.<br /><br />Share your most embarrassing moment.<br />Probably when I spilled chocolate milk all over my white jeans in the 8th grade.<br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-14445209502901910922010-08-31T11:24:00.001-07:002010-08-31T11:46:33.228-07:00Another Year Older~Another Grade Higher<div style="text-align: center;">Everyone says, "Fourth Grade is when it starts getting tough!"<br />More homework, more responsibility, more, more more!<br />Well, so far, they're right!<br />But before we get back to school we had a<br />Back To School Bash!<br />Lots of Kids<br />+<br />Lots of Water=<br />Lots of FUN!!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32hCOa4G3Eb61F-HSgJYXfAO0eE44dtZrHRbipfdnDvDAlqEnFICh1KUXzv71oXCPge1Fn2EnSSddCzrrjK0AIDzFjOQmi7iKmtVsOpasTZG4R1nzNim4HwGUOZxsGxzgMJdcpuAAQDMi/s1600/Back+to+School+Bash+%284%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32hCOa4G3Eb61F-HSgJYXfAO0eE44dtZrHRbipfdnDvDAlqEnFICh1KUXzv71oXCPge1Fn2EnSSddCzrrjK0AIDzFjOQmi7iKmtVsOpasTZG4R1nzNim4HwGUOZxsGxzgMJdcpuAAQDMi/s800/Back+to+School+Bash+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511642152010661986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMS1uv6atfJyYSLc8oXNMIicZ-u0tHg7Kg1-Gx2qE2Anm9muMxNiQL5x4m9qL2qqlQex8FbiGaH0TVMh9rcDLtMYHiNY5sm7sY5RsosQwjRtnG2RJ1CcaT4S2vGiNpHroTjwTIJbQ1fDRx/s1600/Back+to+School+Bash+%2812%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMS1uv6atfJyYSLc8oXNMIicZ-u0tHg7Kg1-Gx2qE2Anm9muMxNiQL5x4m9qL2qqlQex8FbiGaH0TVMh9rcDLtMYHiNY5sm7sY5RsosQwjRtnG2RJ1CcaT4S2vGiNpHroTjwTIJbQ1fDRx/s800/Back+to+School+Bash+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511642144733731650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gxKz0qiCXaEBpYbO8j0fdMsveb8iVqetfciJDdqaD3M2A9cMP68jL6wwos6fmBLLqFc3xlDn8N23nX0Bk5Y5pnQryywqYnJYevRG03yjCMHaQpoSlxhCQkLXPhjFneFX2IDgY9aCIv8T/s1600/Back+to+School+Bash+%2819%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gxKz0qiCXaEBpYbO8j0fdMsveb8iVqetfciJDdqaD3M2A9cMP68jL6wwos6fmBLLqFc3xlDn8N23nX0Bk5Y5pnQryywqYnJYevRG03yjCMHaQpoSlxhCQkLXPhjFneFX2IDgY9aCIv8T/s800/Back+to+School+Bash+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511642134508723762" border="0" /></a><br />NOW Back to School...<br />Getting back into the swing of things was not really something anyone was looking forward to. Gone are the glorious lazy days of summer. Waking up late, staying up even later.<br />This summer was a far cry from last summer when school couldn't get here fast enough. I think it's because Bynn's older and her and Logan actually PLAYED together.<br />We sure have enjoyed ourselves this summer, even if we didn't go on vacation. It's evident from the pics below that no one was ready for summer to end.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnW4P0ILfmbc_yMG9vrPxXbRaKG3s_R8P82iQ9SAv6gmMJIeij2URchHSBxS40-2v5G1qUvplyQrOj5bgSPmIn5l6fio_APQ7qMW55twvfHXO3Lr6lTNE-gHs7X5jate4RZVcBjX_vbAr/s1600/4th+Grade+%281%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnW4P0ILfmbc_yMG9vrPxXbRaKG3s_R8P82iQ9SAv6gmMJIeij2URchHSBxS40-2v5G1qUvplyQrOj5bgSPmIn5l6fio_APQ7qMW55twvfHXO3Lr6lTNE-gHs7X5jate4RZVcBjX_vbAr/s800/4th+Grade+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511641930605942866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_taGhjyyoY9X65raYUDPFhTQE0nlb3MQttt-TYeR5M_raKf27CyoaO5-aENCoXrwmBy6WCC5WO4uPNZdlFmIvcqA16T01pODlxOq_EUgfmjMLdP5I0MjQjwZgkR6Y-DXnW3Whbh2i8Ul/s1600/4th+Grade+%282%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_taGhjyyoY9X65raYUDPFhTQE0nlb3MQttt-TYeR5M_raKf27CyoaO5-aENCoXrwmBy6WCC5WO4uPNZdlFmIvcqA16T01pODlxOq_EUgfmjMLdP5I0MjQjwZgkR6Y-DXnW3Whbh2i8Ul/s800/4th+Grade+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511641924783658978" border="0" /></a>BUT, we made it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWLusFv79MkDLO8QUiggQSxSglhoUQBexXZHQFfjBMQ4dXYsV4HP-74h0HvmNXEZqt-IE7agnUvHpooj9uVUWjhEDmH9nxW_6Vd-2WORCUOk8_eutv6WSBhR4G6spW_jQoN5HopDvPQWl/s1600/4th+Grade+%2817%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWLusFv79MkDLO8QUiggQSxSglhoUQBexXZHQFfjBMQ4dXYsV4HP-74h0HvmNXEZqt-IE7agnUvHpooj9uVUWjhEDmH9nxW_6Vd-2WORCUOk8_eutv6WSBhR4G6spW_jQoN5HopDvPQWl/s800/4th+Grade+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511641908212053682" border="0" /></a><br />And with this year, as I said earlier, comes more responsibility.<br />This is the year he gets his laptop.<br />Yep, his very own MAC(blasphemy in our house) to use until 6th grade!<br />You see, the hubs works at Dell and has for some time now!<br />The mere mention of us getting a MAC (I would LOVE to have one) has caused huffs and puffs that could blow a house down!<br />But, it's coming. <br />I hope we don't burst into flames when it comes through the doors.<br />And now I'm being asked to set up a kid friendly email account (that I monitor of course).<br />He will be able to communicate with his teacher this way, teaches him email etiquette and basically how to use this popular form of communication.<br />So much responsibility for such a little guy!!<br />I mean, isn't 9 just like a big toddler!?<br />I digress...<br />He is definitely entertaining at this age.<br />And it's pretty fun to carry on a conversation with him 'cause we kinda have the same sense of humor. Yes, I have the sense of humor of a 9 year old boy and I'm proud of it!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6A76y8B6tZqFZllV7eygT6XQYBG7Cj2-KqVGAM-oMsbyVFG92senJRjevZNlK27lnWrZiK-5K36Z2EIrMBhR-VlKwZHIrWfV94N8vt_fi_bSvveI3We0vXPN8VauRegodBTcjCB209Go/s1600/1+logan+collage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6A76y8B6tZqFZllV7eygT6XQYBG7Cj2-KqVGAM-oMsbyVFG92senJRjevZNlK27lnWrZiK-5K36Z2EIrMBhR-VlKwZHIrWfV94N8vt_fi_bSvveI3We0vXPN8VauRegodBTcjCB209Go/s800/1+logan+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511641902189010434" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome To Fourth Grade Buddy!!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">can't wait to play on your mac.</span><br /></div><a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l312/deckerllj/?action=view&current=Project3.png" target="_blank"><br /></a>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-22428518828080785142010-08-02T11:23:00.000-07:002010-08-02T13:06:08.044-07:00The Sleep N*zi<div align="center">It was a nickname given to me by friends when my firstborn was a tot.</div><div align="center">I know, I know, it sounds really bad but, </div><div align="center">I was strict!</div><div align="center">I'm pretty sure he had a 6:30 bedtime til he was 5.</div><div align="center">Ok, maybe not that long but, pretty long.</div><div align="center">He was NEVER to miss a nap.</div><div align="center">If, for some odd reason, he did miss a nap </div><div align="center">it took me forever to get him back on schedule.</div><div align="center">See, he needed this schedule.</div><div align="center">I needed this schedule.</div><div align="center">I went something like this:</div><div align="center">Wake: 6-6:30</div><div align="center">Get us both up, fed and ready for day.</div><div align="center">Him off to preschool, me off to college.</div><div align="center">Study, learn, study, learn</div><div align="center">Pick him up at 12:15</div><div align="center">Nap: 12:30</div><div align="center">I could study & get homework done.</div><div align="center">Wake: around 3 </div><div align="center">Play, take a walk, get ready for dinner (eat promptyly at 5 cause mamas hungry)</div><div align="center">Bedtime: 6:30ish</div><div align="center">Me: possibly off to night class</div><div align="center">See how perfectly planned the day was!?</div><div align="center">Now, with my secondborn, I'm definitely a little more relaxed.</div><div align="center">She must take a nap but bedtime can be pushed back a little if need be.</div><div align="center">Like Fourth of July, she was up til 10!!</div><div align="center">That NEVER would have happened with Logan.</div><div align="center">There's even been a crazy occasion or two where she's missed a nap!</div><div align="center">Like, if we are on the lake at nap time.</div><div align="center">This isn't often but it's happened.</div><div align="center">See how much more lenient I am now?</div><div align="center">So why so strict with sleep schedules? What's really the point?</div><div align="center">I mean, they'll be out of the naps soon anyway right?</div><div align="center"> Don't they need to work around my schedule?</div><div align="center">I'm glad you asked!</div><div align="center">These are my thoughts. These are in no way meant to be seen as THE way and if you don't do them you're a bad person. Just my thoughts and how & why I do things. Yes, sometimes I get heckled for my strictness, hence the nickname but, hey I'm ok with that!</div><div align="center"><strong>Schedules</strong></div><div align="center">Kids love schedules. Really it's true! I can't remember a book or article I didn't read this in.</div><div align="center">They like to know what's coming next. That lunch will be around 11:30.</div><div align="center">That they'll nap after lunch and so on and so forth.</div><div align="center">Ofcourse there's times you need to be flexible (ie vacations, special outings) but, for the most part, stick to what they know.</div><div align="center">I mean, let's face it, they'll have a schedule pretty much the rest of their lives. Whether it's school schedule, work schedule or just palin being on time to meetings/events.</div><div align="center">Kids are happier when they know what to expect and get the right amount of sleep.</div><div align="center">Especially when they have a nap.</div><div align="center">It's easier for you, for them and for whoever may be keeping your kids if you're away.</div><div align="center">Schedules makes for less tantrums throughout the day and</div><div align="center">who doesn't want less tantrums!!??</div><div align="center"><strong>Falling Asleep and Staying Asleep</strong></div><div align="center">One of the hardest things to teach babies is how to fall asleep and stay asleep on their own.</div><div align="center">I have taken the Feber approach with both of mine to help with this.</div><div align="center">It takes time and patience and no kid will do it in the same amount of time as the other but, it works. If you stick to it and a few days or weeks of trials will payoff ten-fold in the long run! The Ferber Method, is not a leave them to cry until they pass out method as some might think. It's more like, do your sleep routines (bath, book, bed etc...), get them drowsy but not asleep yet and put them to bed. If they start fussing, wait 5 min., go in to re-assure them, say goodnight and leave. Never pick them back up. </div><div align="center">Add 5 min. every time until they finally fall asleep.</div><div align="center">This teaches them to not only expect sleep at certain times but, also how to put themselves to sleep. And even put themselves back to sleep if they happen to wake up in the middle of the night. These are lessons they'll need for the rest of their lives. </div><div align="center"><strong>Co-Sleeping</strong></div><div align="center">Not.My.Thing.</div><div align="center">At all, not ever.</div><div align="center">I know it works for some, having a family bed and all and they love it.</div><div align="center">I say more power to 'em.</div><div align="center">I, however, like my bed and my room in that bed. I like my personal space when I sleep.</div><div align="center">The only time I've let our kids in the bed is in their first few months because they are nursing throughout the night. B was in her bed at 2 months and Logan at 5 months.</div><div align="center">I have never laid down with them to get them to nap. They can easily get confused, think that's what they need to sleep and then it takes so much longer to break that habit. I can't imagine having to do that everytime they were supposed to nap! I'd never get anything accomplished. I have had an issue with Logan sneaking in the bed in the wee hours of the morning but, that's because he's beds wet and that's a whole other topic!</div><div align="center"><strong>White Noise</strong></div><div align="center">It is a life saver. I highly suggesting purchasing a sound machine before the babies home.</div><div align="center">They are used to that sound of swooshes and whooshes in your belly. Plus it helps to drown out any background noise that might wake them (ie other kiddos, doorbell, having friends over). This does not mean falling asleep to a tv. That, to me, is just another bad habit. One that just might follow them into adulthood. I think you'll just know when to stop with the sound machine. When Logan was around 4 he pretty much told me he was done with it and it's never been an issue. That kid could sleep through anything.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I know my thoughts are completely different from others and I am in no way saying it's my way or no way but, I do have pretty strong feelings regarding sleep. It's worked very well for us. Having these sleep habits instilled early in life can only make for </div><div align="center">happier kids throughout the day.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">To sum up my thoughts, this is a great excert from a book I love</div><div align="center"><em>Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child</em>:</div><div align="center">"Sleep is the power source that keeps your mind alert and calm. Every night and at every nap sleep recharges the brains battery, increases brainpower and your attention span. Sleeping well allows you to be physically relaxed and mentally alert at the same time. </div><div align="center">Then you are at your personal best."</div><div align="center">To see short term and long term effects of good sleep habits </div><div align="center">(or lack thereof) check out this link.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/guide/important-sleep-habits">Sleep Habits</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What are your thoughts?</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-14743063582040435932010-07-28T13:05:00.001-07:002010-07-28T13:28:37.528-07:00Potty Training 101<div style="text-align: center;">I had been planning since Brynn's 2nd birthday to start the potty training process this summer.<br />My plan of attack was to just stay home as much as possible<br />and let her run around naked, moving the potty from room to room with us.<br />Her prize would be a sticker to decorate the potty and a few chocolate covered raisins.<br />I figured that summer would be the best time since we didn't have any vacation plans<br />and I wouldn't have to worry about running Logan back and forth to school.<br />Well, our washer broke, as you might remember.<br />At the beginning of summer.<br />Plans were thwarted.<br />BUT<br />Floors are now dunzo!<br />And potty training has begun!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyvE_zuvlaFnPqQLhH-ADlKV9Yn2A4jwfXX-g5vJGbFj6PQc0RYeeTgsikBF6VXocgOiOQPjrwVelEGfLC7htkUZnVUc6ge_XJE13pjce3Ai_xn4Yifquwzy12ZkX9frkC-4EFy_KsD3B/s1600/Potty+Training+%281%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyvE_zuvlaFnPqQLhH-ADlKV9Yn2A4jwfXX-g5vJGbFj6PQc0RYeeTgsikBF6VXocgOiOQPjrwVelEGfLC7htkUZnVUc6ge_XJE13pjce3Ai_xn4Yifquwzy12ZkX9frkC-4EFy_KsD3B/s800/Potty+Training+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499050973026336242" border="0" /></a><br />Notice her strategically placed sticker for one success.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Things went very slow.<br />She'd have 3 accidents to every success.<br />I was feeling discouraged.<br />"Did I start this too early? Is she really ready? How will I know for sure?"<br />So many questions.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWv2oIkdh9VhydxYyvHH8ShM302lA5GsEmwBJ04Bd652YaXJWq538YY7QtUbxpRN2Fvz4Gh-6telWDid8-Ik62Cm9_fsFCu4qgq-xMJpozF0iAuuP755gcgE_qfS3RJkHfrSdlXO2D7D_/s1600/Potty+Training+%282%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWv2oIkdh9VhydxYyvHH8ShM302lA5GsEmwBJ04Bd652YaXJWq538YY7QtUbxpRN2Fvz4Gh-6telWDid8-Ik62Cm9_fsFCu4qgq-xMJpozF0iAuuP755gcgE_qfS3RJkHfrSdlXO2D7D_/s800/Potty+Training+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499050965556711410" border="0" /></a><br />A week and a half later.<br />We are getting there.<br />Today was a major milestone!<br />She pooped AND peed without me even having to ask!<br />To make the day even better,<br />Logan ran upstairs to me this afternoon and said she'd pooped again!<br />She had even taken it to the big potty, dumped it out and flushed!!<br />All By Herself!!<br />Today has given me renewed confidence that she IS ready.<br />She CAN do this.<br />Who knows, maybe she'll be fully trained by the time school starts back in a week.<br />Plus, it's pretty darn cute seeing this bare butt running around the house all day.<br />*although dads not too thrilled with it*<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM06rNn-_2JzmLGRleLOZvXQsBE4Kems1UFQE8YTlJrpCBHStQTpllgpa6nZ-AfMhLJPe9YEuw_HHogx8b3JThpwBJ2cJ7b7OfbKxuqDx90QvsbIawgQs7tMmi1YppGBYJMIPXTLsXR7aH/s1600/Potty+Training+%283%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM06rNn-_2JzmLGRleLOZvXQsBE4Kems1UFQE8YTlJrpCBHStQTpllgpa6nZ-AfMhLJPe9YEuw_HHogx8b3JThpwBJ2cJ7b7OfbKxuqDx90QvsbIawgQs7tMmi1YppGBYJMIPXTLsXR7aH/s800/Potty+Training+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499050961963382466" border="0" /></a><br />And not one accident has happened on our<br />glorious new floors that I'll post about soon.<br />Promise.<br /></div><a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l312/deckerllj/?action=view&current=Project3.png" target="_blank"><br /></a>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-13750803874549801952010-07-23T20:59:00.001-07:002010-07-23T21:14:42.524-07:00My Dear Son Logan's Future...<div align="center">Apparently includes this:<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh284-IkkOat27FKd77z1_oeuSNUHA3fIyg5glY0DMCAp9AYrGIWFK4sJJjDiZHYqWxiXwag2ACMfJretsfAC6cGU_pszDC6T0o1CjVh41pl2VqHao4c9hcPt7U-eeI4Ts8NYn6RsYW94uY/s1600/chrysler_jeep_wrangler_11_01_06.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497317838938811282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh284-IkkOat27FKd77z1_oeuSNUHA3fIyg5glY0DMCAp9AYrGIWFK4sJJjDiZHYqWxiXwag2ACMfJretsfAC6cGU_pszDC6T0o1CjVh41pl2VqHao4c9hcPt7U-eeI4Ts8NYn6RsYW94uY/s800/chrysler_jeep_wrangler_11_01_06.jpg" /></a><br /></p><div align="center">Which is completely fine!<br />Because I LOVE Jeeps.<br />BUT</div><div align="center">It also includes these:</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497317839327126242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpk72R8eOxRdttH0ciEbKwc43OZjB-JhotS_B9hOV1i4Z_shKcyEYuNK9puEesVye8g8Nbi0kqQ4xks3y_rsGZhwLJ92423QB3424jRnRMteWTXPvfJbBXgQNRLff3Wqg0sqy-w5eie5u/s800/spinners.jpg" /><br />And if you don't know, those are spinners.</p><div align="center">Yep.</div><div align="center">He wants a Jeep with spinners for his first car.</div><div align="center">He's been saying this for about a year now.</div><div align="center">Hmmmmm<br />So I guess it'd look a little like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwu3wkJZ5dvg9RKh5wfK5QJKv-2Bh05anqGoQVXfe-zh8S1LNP_hmMq3RVYe6hqZw7aUqtTVgQi_4qpbMw07dN704kM_PiSk8ZF6Hw9WsjSMy-nFIzftvf8MGcNiaS5INMI3jC-f-I2rd/s1600/jeep+with+spinners.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497317829138387186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwu3wkJZ5dvg9RKh5wfK5QJKv-2Bh05anqGoQVXfe-zh8S1LNP_hmMq3RVYe6hqZw7aUqtTVgQi_4qpbMw07dN704kM_PiSk8ZF6Hw9WsjSMy-nFIzftvf8MGcNiaS5INMI3jC-f-I2rd/s800/jeep+with+spinners.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">But in my mind,</div><div align="center">it looks like this:</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497319805833873202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6T2KFmLjc3HpYbx4hU8rhhxBtqjcT6FmGBJ5KezH3PcbLPnr_3tINqj9Em8MZbL5v-KlqYCM3hGF2mt5ABFk8HcwZ2DAQ60satC4PlQYtSLa8uQReAbxg46Eor05Sv6C8aZMz85koEaj/s400/tricked-out-cars3.jpg" /> <div align="center">Yes, I know that's a hummer but still.</div><div align="center">To make matters worse...</div><div align="center">He spotted one of these gems in my sis in laws car the other day</div><div align="center">(for what reason she had it in there I haven't a clue)</div><div align="center">His eyes twinkled off the fake gemstones.</div><div align="center">As soon as I saw it I knew what was coming.</div><div align="center">"MOM! What is THIS!?"</div><div align="center">Eyes of wonderment are abounding.</div><div align="center">"Can I have it?"</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1cYuiUbznE0USQsnycHa0-o1rrDM6Bk-avme7mvVaHZplt7cnIX5cPsOlm1LR9Tc4ZDAY7a7mn2QiXiNaADRR7A-JTxfQ4ZR2_YDpgfxQQbyzozpprSgjavUSDfkXIkVInx2laSibO61/s1600/dollar+sign+necklace.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497317823074006754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1cYuiUbznE0USQsnycHa0-o1rrDM6Bk-avme7mvVaHZplt7cnIX5cPsOlm1LR9Tc4ZDAY7a7mn2QiXiNaADRR7A-JTxfQ4ZR2_YDpgfxQQbyzozpprSgjavUSDfkXIkVInx2laSibO61/s800/dollar+sign+necklace.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center">I do NOT like where this is going.</div><div align="center">I mean, kids change their minds all the time right!?</div><div align="center"></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-63705037514721122822010-07-19T12:07:00.000-07:002010-07-19T12:18:25.301-07:00My Daily Monlogue<div align="center"> Having Brynn toddle along behind me all day</div><div align="center">makes for some very interesting conversation.</div><div align="center">Really!</div><div align="center">It's riveting!</div><div align="center">I'll give you an example:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: Brynn are you hungry?</div><div align="center">Her: A ewe hungy?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: Brynn, where's your cup?</div><div align="center">Her: Wheres cup?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: MAN! It's so hot outside!</div><div align="center">Her: Soo Hot Mom!</div><div align="center">Me: You're hot too?</div><div align="center">Her: Hot too?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: Brynn! Why are you soaking wet?</div><div align="center">Her: soakin wet.</div><div align="center">Me: Did you play in the potty?</div><div align="center">Her: Play potty?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: BRYNN! Why is there poop all over your bed!!??</div><div align="center">Her: POOP BED!!</div><div align="center">Me: Did you poop in your bed?</div><div align="center">Her: Poop bed?</div><div align="center">Me: Yep, I think so.</div><div align="center">Her: Yep, tink so.</div><div align="center">These are just snipets of stimulating conversations that happen 24/7 around here.</div><div align="center">Like a conversation with yourself all day long.</div><div align="center">Maybe one day she'll actually start answering questions but, </div><div align="center">for right now, it's pretty darn funny and I'm ok with that.</div><div align="center">Her: Ok wit dat.</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-13874046036025846842010-07-13T07:26:00.000-07:002010-07-13T10:10:49.555-07:00Finding Sleep<div align="center">Some nights it's very hard for me to find sleep.</div><div align="center">It doesn't happen alot</div><div align="center">but when it does,</div><div align="center">MAN my brain is on overload!</div><div align="center">WELL</div><div align="center">Last night was one of those nights.</div><div align="center">Ofcourse I think about things that are stressing me out</div><div align="center">But, I also write blog posts in my head.</div><div align="center">I do this ALOT</div><div align="center">and they never get written.</div><div align="center">So today I decided to write a small list of posts I wrote in my head</div><div align="center">This way, I'll HAVE to write them!</div><div align="center">At least before the end of the year.</div><div align="center">Here Goes:</div><div align="center">9/11 </div><div align="center">(this would be thanks to the movie Remember Me that I just watched)</div><div align="center">My Super Awesome Amazing Friends</div><div align="center">He's Not So Little Anymore</div><div align="center">The Sleep N*zi</div><div align="center">(Don't want to use that term loosely but that's what my friends call me)</div><div align="center">The Tales of a Two Year Old Toddler</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Soooooo That's 5 right there.</div><div align="center">I know I can do it!</div><div align="center">*UPDATED*</div><div align="center">I went to see what the kids were into and Logan informed me he HAD to build this castle from Lego's. He'd laid awake thinking about it and designing it and it had to be built! </div><div align="center">WOW we are so alike it's scary sometimes.</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-23752639209783676472010-07-06T12:36:00.000-07:002010-07-06T13:21:37.943-07:00THIS TOWN<div align="center">This Night</div><div align="center">This Crowd</div><div align="center">Come on put em up</div><div align="center">Let me hear it loud.</div><div align="center">This Town</div><div align="center">This City</div><div align="center">This Crowd</div><div align="center">Stand up on your feet </div><div align="center">Put your worry down</div><div align="center">And everyone of you</div><div align="center">All Around</div><div align="center">Come on ya'll let's take this town</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I know I've mentioned Smithville before.</div><div align="center">And the Fiddlers Jamboree that's held there every 4th of July.</div><div align="center">My entire dad's side of the family lives here.</div><div align="center">But, in all my 30 years of going, I've never really taken any pictures of this spectacular event!</div><div align="center">Well, that's all changed now my friend!</div><div align="center">I wanted to really capture the </div><div align="center">True Essence of Smithville.</div><div align="center">Let's explore it through photos now:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is my cousins pool that we swim at every year.</div><div align="center">It's on a golf course and right beside my Mema's house.</div><div align="center">It's peaceful and country and I love it.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490880855105937602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPSUthng4FH9xxF9SREa_rDYxqFx6EvZBfrttTsFuBhdBzOlEtBh-X58p3gi16knsHC0Dl8ZIfrcfQxXYx3ryplNfvRLIKY0ixKDvIqdjUM5IqmtpLwRwXg86DvRHYLbAtnFmgLwHwnEn/s800/Jamboree+(2).JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Here we have the Square.</div><div align="center">Where all the action is!</div><div align="center">I spent MANY evenings scouring these streets for boys </div><div align="center">with whichever friend made the trip up with me that year.</div><div align="center">And, ofcourse, with my dear friend Rachel (<a href="http://deckerdayz.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedom-day-weekend-festivities.html">whose family I mentioned before</a>) from ATL.</div><div align="center">Obviously this was many years ago.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490880870498854338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgCiXi3jyyT7pkNjk3fgkGBPEg29aD_LBlNNXMY00GyJ190r-1xVrJ88tOhCMH1BswII1DNXkgeqRptzMcyBKgXurVmLCYkxOmmFT6Wbt7Min0JhdJsduLuivm6L33oBHBT3o9NeMDJ5Y/s800/Jamboree+(27).JPG" /><br /><div align="center">This particular photo</div><div align="center">Cracks</div><div align="center">Me</div><div align="center">UP!</div><div align="center">I mean, when will you ever see</div><div align="center">Facepainting</div><div align="center">Bratwurst Ice Cream</div><div align="center">Italian Bistro</div><div align="center">And a man clad in a sleeveless tiger shirt.</div><div align="center">Yes.</div><div align="center">Really.</div><div align="center">That's ALL happening here.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaPC8WCz9fEBLQ1UeRVmEBlzxCBWRbUyk1E1cR_6KtkOUsFK7pXsD_-Zx1IRYcSs-1mAeDzFjDoeaykkVxWTZYXQEdt6tUgwKRWkS789RHVZH5D6EWCaGdJCLmY2Cp7ue0a0TbX4Oq1q6/s1600/Jamboree+(69).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881502458640994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaPC8WCz9fEBLQ1UeRVmEBlzxCBWRbUyk1E1cR_6KtkOUsFK7pXsD_-Zx1IRYcSs-1mAeDzFjDoeaykkVxWTZYXQEdt6tUgwKRWkS789RHVZH5D6EWCaGdJCLmY2Cp7ue0a0TbX4Oq1q6/s800/Jamboree+(69).JPG" /></a> I have no clue what these little puppets are actually called</div><div align="center">But I had to have one!</div><div align="center">Every year!</div><div align="center">You just weren't quite cool if you weren't walking around</div><div align="center">with a fake pet on marionette strings.</div><div align="center">Anyone know their name?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEctnbDhRMLjPkC1ILZuK_kmzryLqzdTeqhaeuTbW1koORdvZF8eFookqsMNMAcCUnuPHHUU4Ti7OStiYANWvu2_59z1Wo9mTwNyjdY76gPi3IKCZZaEBG19jemOfkx-R5Rs0b68kYOXi/s1600/Jamboree+(61).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881492649498146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEctnbDhRMLjPkC1ILZuK_kmzryLqzdTeqhaeuTbW1koORdvZF8eFookqsMNMAcCUnuPHHUU4Ti7OStiYANWvu2_59z1Wo9mTwNyjdY76gPi3IKCZZaEBG19jemOfkx-R5Rs0b68kYOXi/s800/Jamboree+(61).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> Mmmmm </div><div align="center">FESTIVAL FOOD!</div><div align="center">Fried Twinkies, Oreos AND Moonpies.</div><div align="center">Deep Fried Pizza</div><div align="center">And Batter Fried Veggies.</div><div align="center">Ehhh</div><div align="center">I'll start my diet tomorrow.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZTHTfCvecU9v2NcmcL52YloWUyeCzIAJA3d3j_MJ3dOfPA8-BzvwZUTU7nZH9RE6BBHuboTGwm4CBLnDm9SdnqmEyktju-a8wp0IVdN-VctYcZUzHIjne5xFylZBjSmLGwfDej1YLUw-/s1600/Jamboree+(58).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881487520898370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZTHTfCvecU9v2NcmcL52YloWUyeCzIAJA3d3j_MJ3dOfPA8-BzvwZUTU7nZH9RE6BBHuboTGwm4CBLnDm9SdnqmEyktju-a8wp0IVdN-VctYcZUzHIjne5xFylZBjSmLGwfDej1YLUw-/s800/Jamboree+(58).JPG" /></a> These rays were</div><div align="center">BREATHTAKING<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6ZCBVu7z7fAa2tx6zyEVIQT18ghH4gEc7jh58sNk4UtdZc2_8G3RW1O_aflAIPjqWELogIOeRGJsxkaI6EyTTp1vSvEcoMep7nz97ryhWXyhb_0WT-ccnnYNXaqtv-y5PHOhM7nQdA1A/s1600/Jamboree+(52).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881471937237154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6ZCBVu7z7fAa2tx6zyEVIQT18ghH4gEc7jh58sNk4UtdZc2_8G3RW1O_aflAIPjqWELogIOeRGJsxkaI6EyTTp1vSvEcoMep7nz97ryhWXyhb_0WT-ccnnYNXaqtv-y5PHOhM7nQdA1A/s800/Jamboree+(52).JPG" /></a> I have no good commentary here</div><div align="center">except I really liked these colors.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJrSzey2VTY3uh2R4mwf95ofgXSHvvczm-pK7NDAFCTPsw2l05x2sfIS0xPrZ7-pphBTJAxbBjZzcPQTGTErtzJZiLHqKUq6NW9bpib2rM44siuD_uNCwuMisdm06NsE-8Iw4C3QBw-xz/s1600/Jamboree+(47).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881224297269810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJrSzey2VTY3uh2R4mwf95ofgXSHvvczm-pK7NDAFCTPsw2l05x2sfIS0xPrZ7-pphBTJAxbBjZzcPQTGTErtzJZiLHqKUq6NW9bpib2rM44siuD_uNCwuMisdm06NsE-8Iw4C3QBw-xz/s800/Jamboree+(47).JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Don't you just want to sit on the curb</div><div align="center">With a Sweet Tea</div><div align="center">And maybe a </div><div align="center">Deep Fried Moon Pie</div><div align="center">And listenin to these fellas!</div><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiFIL8W0UFeG65WRkgNE9ivDv2W_UKlUPMyaVleeVe6LohIISsPs-ZtaIMLn6VndgDUHNJMDRemRn7LA8UxETPEX8FXtp7tG2ctX61iAKq9ynaFxApJr5fv9-NRakodS7HocHF8KTNEcZ/s1600/Jamboree+(39).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881213304034306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiFIL8W0UFeG65WRkgNE9ivDv2W_UKlUPMyaVleeVe6LohIISsPs-ZtaIMLn6VndgDUHNJMDRemRn7LA8UxETPEX8FXtp7tG2ctX61iAKq9ynaFxApJr5fv9-NRakodS7HocHF8KTNEcZ/s800/Jamboree+(39).JPG" /></a> I told you my ENTIRE family lives here.</div><div align="center">I'm pretty certain there's also a</div><div align="center">Cantrell's Car Lot</div><div align="center">Cantrell's Cemetary</div><div align="center">Cantrell's Pizza Inn<br />*maybe not*</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibmHB9UFL4L9rD_RkedL__0Iq6LOfHvo1kEiiG09V7u29v8eBdmLLC7OUwea2Rd5tinLostViIgBcOHeQt-jfErcva-nmLmJueo-V3lHaVQJCCIAzCylvy24YraK3nnfdsqBnX23WRKLA/s1600/Jamboree+(35).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881205322769154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibmHB9UFL4L9rD_RkedL__0Iq6LOfHvo1kEiiG09V7u29v8eBdmLLC7OUwea2Rd5tinLostViIgBcOHeQt-jfErcva-nmLmJueo-V3lHaVQJCCIAzCylvy24YraK3nnfdsqBnX23WRKLA/s800/Jamboree+(35).JPG" /></a> I just really liked this shot.</div><div align="center">He looks all</div><div align="center">Teenagey</div><div align="center">and</div><div align="center">Angsty</div><div align="center">And I love the fact that the mailbox beside him has</div><div align="center">SPARKLE</div><div align="center">written in the dirt.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeVgoM4hnd7Aj6xnK58v8r1RXu5F3ql54pRzmdVTwECBR9DbUBmc8g7rKdXPhwcPNUvBYfjTZPUqNiGWYjTMCs4tPejGtlquKc8aSTI9PKt9EodIx4GZ5sXBjWnSw41_OGwQUZ9AIE_z4/s1600/Jamboree+(34).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881194955931218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeVgoM4hnd7Aj6xnK58v8r1RXu5F3ql54pRzmdVTwECBR9DbUBmc8g7rKdXPhwcPNUvBYfjTZPUqNiGWYjTMCs4tPejGtlquKc8aSTI9PKt9EodIx4GZ5sXBjWnSw41_OGwQUZ9AIE_z4/s800/Jamboree+(34).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />Ole Timey Pharmacy</div><div align="center">My other cousin is the pharmacist here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv2mBtz0dNtsar43Ia11WwaBSfnB98RbVni0046tWzAtQ-8SZKnnumoE-W5C6fNgKraEs7NNkpcXyi0HJPNll9v81LmJYuIfpJtwc0AsjT0Hkr0s80QnCDkQeOqNcCEoeKkkgTgq_KuVL/s1600/Jamboree+(33).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881181272092866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv2mBtz0dNtsar43Ia11WwaBSfnB98RbVni0046tWzAtQ-8SZKnnumoE-W5C6fNgKraEs7NNkpcXyi0HJPNll9v81LmJYuIfpJtwc0AsjT0Hkr0s80QnCDkQeOqNcCEoeKkkgTgq_KuVL/s800/Jamboree+(33).jpg" /></a><br />This may or may not have been a </div><div align="center">good boy meeting alley.</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8M0fTRvnwIhwKfavsAgXD5z8-W2_fSzkOaF1eyBNgBNUkRmThg_P9T1A8Rrp3qMySiMlB707cb9lalL7-7XpNUMz3aUHlizugiS80hnq-Zm4yjAIuVox2g6sOxeSxk9fm-QjDF5VhNE2I/s1600/Jamboree+(30).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490880901495680562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8M0fTRvnwIhwKfavsAgXD5z8-W2_fSzkOaF1eyBNgBNUkRmThg_P9T1A8Rrp3qMySiMlB707cb9lalL7-7XpNUMz3aUHlizugiS80hnq-Zm4yjAIuVox2g6sOxeSxk9fm-QjDF5VhNE2I/s800/Jamboree+(30).JPG" /></a></p><div align="center">Look at those ladies!<br />And that pink building!</div><div align="center">And the aqua detailing!</div><div align="center">I can definitely see why</div><div align="center">Cantrell's Jewelry</div><div align="center">Is Going Out of Business</div><div align="center">with</div><div align="center">Granny's Goldmine</div><div align="center">to compete with.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UHXAh-_ypOYEwWBeeP_ooorXi1LbcnZW_fTob08BmvlDsXSfYI0zuxujs3WswqVBvS_mi8rstBmraRT99TkiVDuEgQkUF9erGF-xqqsKEzOXxiW8V6nU6MhYaIVh64sQCSVSR6RA0jvT/s1600/Jamboree+(29).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490880887306847346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1UHXAh-_ypOYEwWBeeP_ooorXi1LbcnZW_fTob08BmvlDsXSfYI0zuxujs3WswqVBvS_mi8rstBmraRT99TkiVDuEgQkUF9erGF-xqqsKEzOXxiW8V6nU6MhYaIVh64sQCSVSR6RA0jvT/s800/Jamboree+(29).JPG" /></a> This shirt along with a</div><div align="center">Belly Button Lent Brush</div><div align="center">were just a few of the treasures we encountered.</div><div align="center">Yes, belly button lent brush.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGx8vhn5jI9Im20hhBC_wpV01PCdFRA4TcsOd0f4avkM4fBRXGhcysdpSdj30iNCwo8dGumvv7qAMcw6y-GxHsEWKpv452psDNBkdJqrvCuh3fEvNC4TxL57dag72yhXyj1ZUeRgEn2bIY/s1600/Jamboree+(28).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490880881622880786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGx8vhn5jI9Im20hhBC_wpV01PCdFRA4TcsOd0f4avkM4fBRXGhcysdpSdj30iNCwo8dGumvv7qAMcw6y-GxHsEWKpv452psDNBkdJqrvCuh3fEvNC4TxL57dag72yhXyj1ZUeRgEn2bIY/s800/Jamboree+(28).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">My OTHER cousins house is just up the street from here and you must see it!</div><div align="center">He's selling it and I took the photos for him.</div><div align="center">It's glorious.</div><div align="center">I'll post them soon.</div><div align="center">Til Next Year Jamboree!</div><div align="center"> </div><div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-36383362476112323142010-06-24T10:49:00.001-07:002010-06-24T11:18:10.072-07:00Ahoy Matey Shower<div align="center">As me and the girls were sitting around brainstorming ideas for this shower it seemed to be going nowhere. Maybe we shoule just do colors. Not really a theme. That's kinda how her room is decorated anyway. </div><div align="center">Then it hit us.</div><div align="center">Like a ton of bricks!</div><div align="center">A sailboat theme! </div><div align="center">Blues & Reds & Starfish & Sailboats!</div><div align="center">AHOY!</div><div align="center">Our main inspiration is from the photos of the</div><div align="center">Proud Parents to be below.</div><div align="center">These crazy kids had Team O (for Overton) shirts made for a canoe trip one year.</div><div align="center">His said Captain on the front and hers, First Mate.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbbt5ih1xXr38h_jg5ndCo7AhDPfKFN7tXC8Vdvc_rq2B3AcGdWh8-AMWINC4tL6QDGPxTlnjvRfNN6Ivuu6mh7uiEu0iEfS8Wt0GmQuVh1J_VNs_XrDyiA6QN3QgAmkfe_cqEZpJzh_n/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(3).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400743418270466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbbt5ih1xXr38h_jg5ndCo7AhDPfKFN7tXC8Vdvc_rq2B3AcGdWh8-AMWINC4tL6QDGPxTlnjvRfNN6Ivuu6mh7uiEu0iEfS8Wt0GmQuVh1J_VNs_XrDyiA6QN3QgAmkfe_cqEZpJzh_n/s800/Autumns+Shower+(3).JPG" /></a> I decided to use a photo from her recent Maternity shoot I did as the guest book.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0KN_zRHCxhxH0kmO306VDogXUzFO5gfOMbx4xcrKZ5UIwP0PmNWHHbZNwbHGqqK4lQjA07PMCj9k9qTTEA3-pxAVvTruJ05Lcx3meamnjn_h1x180BFD_IUlBx9V8-579u55ZhfZbRUJ/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(2).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400735155152322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0KN_zRHCxhxH0kmO306VDogXUzFO5gfOMbx4xcrKZ5UIwP0PmNWHHbZNwbHGqqK4lQjA07PMCj9k9qTTEA3-pxAVvTruJ05Lcx3meamnjn_h1x180BFD_IUlBx9V8-579u55ZhfZbRUJ/s800/Autumns+Shower+(2).JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">And I also FINALLY got to make these adorable Pom Poms I've been dying to make<br />(via Martha Stewart)!<br />Don't they just SCREAM party! I love them.<br />So festive.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciOqIDEIA5zsW8PKjHvT-qfc7kNjw9XESsfO2t15xMfQt9vjp3-3nQoyAXadfCKTHf_crRzW9aWZNwIb_s8ccGGMJG_RX2g6thKwEUV4kRmX7R3fNYEhfzpzsQZIW0Fh5WvXru-wMBE3b/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(1).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400448203913906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciOqIDEIA5zsW8PKjHvT-qfc7kNjw9XESsfO2t15xMfQt9vjp3-3nQoyAXadfCKTHf_crRzW9aWZNwIb_s8ccGGMJG_RX2g6thKwEUV4kRmX7R3fNYEhfzpzsQZIW0Fh5WvXru-wMBE3b/s800/Autumns+Shower+(1).JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center">Everything on this cake is edible.</div><div align="center">EVERYTHING!</div><div align="center">Even that plastic looking baby.</div><div align="center">Honestly it kinda freaks me out.</div><div align="center">A baby being edible.</div><div align="center">But man that cake is gorgeous!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg4B8OsPlwtSqAuLL0wOx5RIPCG0thbNLbe5T7M5P2uNysRH0dSbYEBm8GmXSPSTtr7GLjnyiE92mKOFq2vbut406kpsXY5Aluppdto4NzeCB83er-hwRZhs5Xhuhi46N0RRKkMWdnBZO/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(6).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400444747464738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg4B8OsPlwtSqAuLL0wOx5RIPCG0thbNLbe5T7M5P2uNysRH0dSbYEBm8GmXSPSTtr7GLjnyiE92mKOFq2vbut406kpsXY5Aluppdto4NzeCB83er-hwRZhs5Xhuhi46N0RRKkMWdnBZO/s800/Autumns+Shower+(6).JPG" /></a> See!? Would YOU feel right eating that baby!?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhItjlMamfgjGzBNwZ12Kt2234pOLDiCZaURQQiFs6E2cvABC19Uc8a6OoycGUVRAYzpMgZ-EEywDYsG2YHkL0Jrhqgpp0qI4GkR3zKVyN9XF9ZXJo5mS_Rq10TVkcDA_Lk8v7TA2VTwk/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(7).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400431818582562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhItjlMamfgjGzBNwZ12Kt2234pOLDiCZaURQQiFs6E2cvABC19Uc8a6OoycGUVRAYzpMgZ-EEywDYsG2YHkL0Jrhqgpp0qI4GkR3zKVyN9XF9ZXJo5mS_Rq10TVkcDA_Lk8v7TA2VTwk/s800/Autumns+Shower+(7).JPG" /></a><br />These tees were made by our friend Katie. Some were iron ons and some she sowed<br />(is that the right word)! How cute is that guitar!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaFrH_EnAsfuHfqJJy0B8SGEJDxXrFS-rdAfUkrSaEbSNa8mg-HzMmDJ41vvRZEDRA3mvXQHhDPROAsVzaoNSwidYmbV6lMDbLhxLJW693cNgujIp-sqxhjFIQEEKgEVp4d6Js7NJqIxch/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(10).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400408631604690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaFrH_EnAsfuHfqJJy0B8SGEJDxXrFS-rdAfUkrSaEbSNa8mg-HzMmDJ41vvRZEDRA3mvXQHhDPROAsVzaoNSwidYmbV6lMDbLhxLJW693cNgujIp-sqxhjFIQEEKgEVp4d6Js7NJqIxch/s800/Autumns+Shower+(10).JPG" /></a><br />I had to throw in this shot of sweet Annabelle. </div><div>She's not feeling the baby eating either.</div><div>Seriously. I'm dying to take this little girls pictures!<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_VZZHbCfABJgFQO9vk0l6ppukxPkaNvbde3V-6jcD_k3ZIimEzNd3Rhnzwyr-JQmg4SwDg7SbD2fdUlxodwGh0cDQbwIZ5l1f-H_fj622ZJGOLKnSKvLU5Ljh-EEl4X7gsQ9lDP6Jb_R/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(17).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486400399643786802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_VZZHbCfABJgFQO9vk0l6ppukxPkaNvbde3V-6jcD_k3ZIimEzNd3Rhnzwyr-JQmg4SwDg7SbD2fdUlxodwGh0cDQbwIZ5l1f-H_fj622ZJGOLKnSKvLU5Ljh-EEl4X7gsQ9lDP6Jb_R/s800/Autumns+Shower+(17).JPG" /></a></p><div>One Proud Mama-To-Be<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiT8yyXKzk24IRN5b7q41s2IHtoLO1QnJMF4bzNaiteDSQ__ZFovm08GLvzp0tHeT8JV0Yicpydfk9Ox7Ng0rQGWdxcQ3YleMUXhbOqJVke3iqiDNbTKiZSjCnWVrYAL85VF38mewXF8-/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(19).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486399629336425282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiT8yyXKzk24IRN5b7q41s2IHtoLO1QnJMF4bzNaiteDSQ__ZFovm08GLvzp0tHeT8JV0Yicpydfk9Ox7Ng0rQGWdxcQ3YleMUXhbOqJVke3iqiDNbTKiZSjCnWVrYAL85VF38mewXF8-/s800/Autumns+Shower+(19).JPG" /></a><br />You think it's hard to take pictures of a group of kids?</div><div>Try a LARGE group of ladies!</div><div>Seriously, when we all get together it's pretty much constant chatter & laughter.</div><div>I Love You All!</div><div>Exhibit A:</div><div>Where's Jenn? I can't see Jenn?</div><div>Emily, what are you doing to Baby Ethan?</div><div>Amanda, are you still eating?</div><div>At least Michelle's ready.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8p_g9n7cJMh_pg8T79E4ZyzIVCiw2Dkgm6TGIAbDW49yFPbm5DGm1rlPws_y7qh3TnpThQS3HsQB_6O2eM8JJDPZrw2YsfC2K7i0-PoWHyhV0sxzp8N5CFkbCbez9OhKaJDTOtqa18nk/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(21).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486399604132574018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8p_g9n7cJMh_pg8T79E4ZyzIVCiw2Dkgm6TGIAbDW49yFPbm5DGm1rlPws_y7qh3TnpThQS3HsQB_6O2eM8JJDPZrw2YsfC2K7i0-PoWHyhV0sxzp8N5CFkbCbez9OhKaJDTOtqa18nk/s800/Autumns+Shower+(21).JPG" /></a><br />Exhibit B:</div><div>Still can't see Jenn.</div><div>Teesha? Is that you peeping in there?</div><div>Now Michelle's gone and Katie & Emily are just so HAPPY to be there.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAr02z_Bvvur6jyiitR-l0oXsza9D0lsEUfUFzc8ajaCBJLnR_Xko9VN-alT8SXdQ3mR_gFwU7ZODIPpp3wUw4Zpi8J2HbtZhEWjStKUNmaa1l4LpQ1bRO2baLdJuTLdmIrILgwPUewqC/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(22).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486399589393160898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAr02z_Bvvur6jyiitR-l0oXsza9D0lsEUfUFzc8ajaCBJLnR_Xko9VN-alT8SXdQ3mR_gFwU7ZODIPpp3wUw4Zpi8J2HbtZhEWjStKUNmaa1l4LpQ1bRO2baLdJuTLdmIrILgwPUewqC/s800/Autumns+Shower+(22).JPG" /></a><br />Exhibit C:</div><div>Carrie. Why are you still singing?</div><div>Amber, Carrie's singing is not THAT funny.</div><div>Tina. Smile!</div><div>Michelle's still gone but there's Jenn!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBqBmMoLFN9PUuxZZCl3zVtrwoba-CHCeZlHL7xymLzavHlUU_PL3Zw3goegq_qW2ynUYcct1oUloiSMo_t3idAUsbzCsxtOjiGLsNCgm7ie2viDHHTKqPV0sG5QXRJ06tJ7mDIb7QcSp/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(23).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486399573108879506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBqBmMoLFN9PUuxZZCl3zVtrwoba-CHCeZlHL7xymLzavHlUU_PL3Zw3goegq_qW2ynUYcct1oUloiSMo_t3idAUsbzCsxtOjiGLsNCgm7ie2viDHHTKqPV0sG5QXRJ06tJ7mDIb7QcSp/s800/Autumns+Shower+(23).JPG" /></a><br />Exhibit D:</div><div>FINALLY!</div><div>I think we got everyone In </div><div>And everyone Looking!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUiE4knxBSpycUK1jRKZVnOSRPf89tA5DFPN9KJ4bVc9vaSidy5DhpvM99JIpOkOTvT-nYH0fxnrxir-e6jSlzDiDZGxFQ47lMB96WyiMJxcEv70syUN5muXLTVh9BcLw3kG-g5FyE0C_/s1600/Autumns+Shower+(24).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486399555296300082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUiE4knxBSpycUK1jRKZVnOSRPf89tA5DFPN9KJ4bVc9vaSidy5DhpvM99JIpOkOTvT-nYH0fxnrxir-e6jSlzDiDZGxFQ47lMB96WyiMJxcEv70syUN5muXLTVh9BcLw3kG-g5FyE0C_/s800/Autumns+Shower+(24).JPG" /></a> <div>Can't wait to meet you Baby Ethan.</div><div>You guys will be Amazing, Loving parents.</div><div>He's one lucky little guy.</div></div><br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-67846477693742697022010-06-23T15:15:00.000-07:002010-06-23T15:33:13.819-07:00Artificial Cousins *just like the sweetner but better*<div align="center">By the looks of them<br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097711041698850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8E3tZqBPu-31-EaRMQn9unpVYzTK-xFHtDdU7uCaBwbReqPdmQl0SQNvSgLGMe4ZM2CJqjQw5Oq8ZE-b1T20VlVQlN42D-ramahnjpw2v2oX9m_dPW8fQSx0iIP31T0g9-MwBu1zNtD3u/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(23).JPG" /> </div><div align="center">You'd never guess<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097703780972338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGQdRZ2ZZSDWBz92HmAslmJgndq-2Kb012l1B3LrzOBb-ZHChnRJYCNmhmTCC3bupHVjP5u2_oULoXdjMcz-1ySgitIzxs7uqo044nlXkWrlqSDV1dp6b4ok4kptsJAsZu1JRJPAAw6yM/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(22).JPG" /><br /><br />That 2 of them<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097469797664834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTyWgmyEGA1ZkQfyS1V3rdu5WzCzrWjVBen7pOXW2TsqPjbm538miDI8s3nTPVm_Yz4AxdXcyrCNyOazgy6cXSf38Fqt4Y3QNvTOQQFFNbc2flrTJppXITWM2-criI4W6Vf3C5C4-B_Fw/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(20).JPG" /><br /><br />Live 10 hours away!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097459941536914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZgO5E-lkEQuYonpD9oWHNok5zg2PngQ-EhgwLSth1ae2NlwLVxyqVVYw5oHyHW6ikXrEtgiv5H_16q0cluJFi06InauHhxoppvY1aF3h65P9f25TRNHZOrkTMDuK_wsLS-JR7QBkVBwq/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(14).JPG" /><br /><br />They pick up<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097449919550722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXi7UxoNQWCEUF0VTx0QHUNVWt9MjQ9BVAhlHQmxwAxnA61eQIEnIpRXn6FLkCnDw6VVHrQLiTCfNCr4EyYaAFfEnng_bii0JJoEqeIWPNmTzJ-vDoZe-JFGgyjK8KuMS4WYREbbTmL4F/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(12).JPG" /><br /><br />Right where they left off.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097440759427362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSib_YzooHL8SgJSqOa37e-5YJto5UHZ9mylevTLH5W9ONFStvUlN_OZGMpmQl_MN_ptiHfbdQN5tCwQYQI_evOlXOC9H-jADJ5hOT5BNwqy69cvTo12OBgEAUlHP0gv7bi5NSKlYwnEs/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(11).JPG" /><br />Everytime.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097439382020690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zoNOrRhuzzPTDlLogXF0oN30Fmt4cH5MY_bwfqPpOQoag8PGDpqtmX1qO2nluwMHzAFhrjZQm2diCz_6BCy8gCf8Myf-z0rKBkXy7R9lTX5gMAXqkOwXnsTCk66g6Yfs6fkR40fgyao1/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(10).JPG" /><br />Like a never ending<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486096695858968418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6joy9aSmRq1jKIjt1dHVZSYrEkacY4geHAuo4qApVzNcaQv02jRjeuoYB2t2tlBjssuzCB6QHVqZd2D1_6bCLiuxLsCO-bSC1uTNtWuYiOMOprtpUi9WcbHpTXR1W9jYZtHgfS9h7OKj/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(8).JPG" /><br /><br />Game of Monopoly<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486096687517903458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IaO7HxutExq6FhtsApTXTzu5WylmoT-swP03mXZUBtS3zw-tiqhWaPMTwZPD9UPXEtb4dv1eIk6tikDVNgbgsaPEUHLIgr1C_0bJLH9tDF5nnpRKBhwXLXx9azRdDbQHfKdCb0pfqPrI/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(7).JPG" /><br /><br />Their Love<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486096676894231666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbdmN06V9qS8-fPo9YCpZ90BxXJVOEUAEvJCEzD3JhknlVRg80laQc0q3gj0RIuIQiMHCOZnU5e4qtXnq-iEOgdiXSA4xxmTsMOYAGPgwSPqDUT8RAnUfl4mCYzZkxlPOtltA6fAY1Cq0/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(6).JPG" /><br /><br />Is that everlasting.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486096662719792450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjU_Ue9kekdvSlPml1DlXDY7uTe0wbrvXKeY2p4WkFGh2neivNaz8LtAGJve03BYiHcXAq8Ue0opHGT5BUyDrUcYuagrNAT89Dz4MC87yyeNIpqR2KXpGj7eYoURT0ifYhCpjt4JfankSo/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(4).JPG" /><br /><br />They will be<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486096656878351986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5eyaN3Q-QE6JOogA85EvIWOHuXd7YdtcBPg_JpRCkKvpSdHrPbpCQlApfqp0KlSd4CoqlNvsAChhtEaZM_xAvC21Kc-dGwbAKi5uJSOoKBENpSzQgFDO0PT7IvkpquLZhyiMu2ycZurGL/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(3).JPG" /><br />Friends Til the END<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486097720604578130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzE-Yv2dUtUCxmH0qJEEs983fQ06uXH7A7WaPosss44-W22urOz2TJU2ChXGluO4VqJibRMsILxweWM6J2vDPAGZAeLwg71R9zRJUdrNlgOOLp-tM_tQU6ftyedyLjuu9rarT436lJwj1V/s800/Gabi+Owen+Madi+Logan+Brynn+(24).JPG" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>But it sure is hard to say goodbye.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-14986213477372856062010-06-04T18:49:00.000-07:002010-06-04T19:10:25.699-07:00Washing Machine DisastersIt was a typical day in the Decker Home. Logan had spent the night with his Mimi & Poppy the night before & Josh had left for work. It was just me and the Beezer. I showered, made breakfast, threw in a load of laundry (because B had peed everywhere AGAIN) & swiffered the tile. I decided I would mop after I'd placed some photo orders for clients. <br /><div align="center">I was upstairs for 15 minutes when I heard a blood-curtling scream like no other!</div><div align="center">I ran down to see B soaking wet.</div><div align="center">Then I see a little wetness on the floor.</div><div align="center">"Great, she's gotten into Ellie's waterbowl again," I think.</div><div align="left">But, then I keep looking. I keep seeing more water. And more water. An inch of standing water in the kitchen, living room & the hallway is drenched!! Do you see the drenchedness!! (yes, that's a word) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479101518153417218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2l9l4nNUS6AbIuf5k3wEVGZOXHNoK-1UP7f03kJykvX0qGqSKMIkeuWffbmPxn3Uq7i6rXwhLxWMF6OS_R1HW09fFhoZcDPQEU3KlToZ-3RNitE1ny-YyZUJKK0CfbfhPqEIQO45GwkG/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" />I panic! What the heck am I supposed to do! Call Josh. He comes home and immediately calls insurance company.</div><div align="center">"Please LORD, Please let them pay for the flooring! PLEASE!," I pray.</div><div align="left">First they decided to sent out a cleaning crew. So for the past week we've had NINE of these bad boys on full blast.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEP8h5D7l8sqiEuK3u7Xr4iCcECty2PFqu-6C9RdpQBliUIi9CHYCD3aZHJhCMl2zsLv2oam51VhPpYwqDLtYda8DOpu90jQSOC2XFIYhtBI_jNUrn47lREdjrZoe2lSxbcoGL0iFfhm5/s1600/IMG_0654.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479101532193800578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEP8h5D7l8sqiEuK3u7Xr4iCcECty2PFqu-6C9RdpQBliUIi9CHYCD3aZHJhCMl2zsLv2oam51VhPpYwqDLtYda8DOpu90jQSOC2XFIYhtBI_jNUrn47lREdjrZoe2lSxbcoGL0iFfhm5/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" /></a> Yea, it's been great! The noise of a furious wind tunnel and the smell of 20 wet dogs living here for years. MmmmmMMmmm. Then there's this guy:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6K7sNeAVajTVW8qhD_CdQCmYXwlxkM0YaUYvafww0WLS8h9ujGmUYWlQoCtoraSSz6hH9ZTjxV4KzyjS4NAhdMAR6yp0GZAOrrP5Sboewh3NlsgTbDzRXcNKT4uU_6NCADw-7-znwriH/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479101527371561570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6K7sNeAVajTVW8qhD_CdQCmYXwlxkM0YaUYvafww0WLS8h9ujGmUYWlQoCtoraSSz6hH9ZTjxV4KzyjS4NAhdMAR6yp0GZAOrrP5Sboewh3NlsgTbDzRXcNKT4uU_6NCADw-7-znwriH/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" /></a> Apparently he takes moisture out of the air and pumps it into our sink somehow. Pretty cool huh! On the upside, we get all new flooring in both downstairs baths, new baseboards, hallway & (hopefully) bedrooms carpeted. I'm tellin ya, if they don't re-carpet the whole downstairs me and Mr. Insurance Guy are gonna have a chat. I mean, the carpets are done buddy. I'm not gonna have carpet in the hall & one bedroom matching and freshly new and old wet dog smell carpet in the other 2 bedrooms. Not gonna happen!</div><div>OH, and since our washing machine did this I'm having to farm-out our washing.</div><div align="center">To Be Continued...<br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-78428610605898663692010-05-26T13:12:00.000-07:002010-05-27T14:00:13.967-07:00The End of an EraI can still remember the first time I saw it on TV. The ever-so-close-up of the eye opening. The tall swaying trees that were mirrored there. The sheer chaos that Jack sees when he first stumbles onto the beach. A mangled plane, the ear piercing whirring sound, grief-stricken screams, an explosion. I didn't know where the show would take me or what exactly was in store for the characters but I did know I was 100%, without a doubt, hooked.<br /><br /><div align="center">If you don't know by now, I'm talking about LOST. </div><br /><div align="left">It has taken me a few days since the finale aired to write about. I needed time to process what I learned, how I felt & whether or not I was satisfied with the outcome. Now that I've seen LOST in it's entirety, would I recommend it to a friend? Can I even try to sum up what it was about?</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The writers of LOST wove a story so intricately that people will still be talking about it 50 years from now. I don't think you will be able to talk about television without mentioning the show. It was nothing like anyone had ever seen.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I feel that, at it's core, it was a character study. The paths people choose and those that are there with them. What will we remember the most on down the line about our lives? The people. There are many details that remain a mystery but, I think it's because it wasn't really that important to begin with. The answers may not have been put right in front of our faces but, they're there. People tend to get so completely wrapped up in details that sometimes you miss the big picture.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It was a show that mixed theology with physics with the ever-elusive time/space continuum. It introduced you to different books and made references to certain things or people in history. LOST made you think and read and research things you probably wouldn't have otherwise. It made you dig deeper and broaden your horizons. Constatnly pushing itself and, intern, made you do the same.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Was I happy with the finale? YES! Did I cry throughout? YES! And did I sob the can't catch your breath sob for the last 10 minutes? YES! If you haven't seen it...Do So! You won't regret it. Promise.</div><div align="center">LOST you will be missed.</div><div align="center">We had a great 6 seasons together & I wouldn't change a thing.</div><div align="center">Thank you for making me think just a little harder each week.</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-10585608935893778882010-05-16T17:52:00.000-07:002010-05-16T17:58:10.622-07:00This Is The<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSmqjMxflRxJAgu6-ZU-AEl-hk_sYJVAUAq6cvdpodn9fCaQZoIc5u-eoAVTDZSguHyxP03aV2wG5BTw3XNl-6BvJWhR1Hwoe4rBbU6ZUxUlRF8SccVpZI-ch-nJQL4_etVPV8_TxBCh-/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472035583353144482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSmqjMxflRxJAgu6-ZU-AEl-hk_sYJVAUAq6cvdpodn9fCaQZoIc5u-eoAVTDZSguHyxP03aV2wG5BTw3XNl-6BvJWhR1Hwoe4rBbU6ZUxUlRF8SccVpZI-ch-nJQL4_etVPV8_TxBCh-/s800/Untitled-1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIkQzUFqhvZ7uwufFqvWbNyFxWIDCCTJGWI_6BJPGJatdQXgDvBAt0QjpjyyFtre4WYk87hS6K5LEPwSFno1sQBYBuoNrH5xry0l2yMkvjkj4elPsVoVcikt_5vxuOaVNbEr0BvZ_PDJr/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472035572020938082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIkQzUFqhvZ7uwufFqvWbNyFxWIDCCTJGWI_6BJPGJatdQXgDvBAt0QjpjyyFtre4WYk87hS6K5LEPwSFno1sQBYBuoNrH5xry0l2yMkvjkj4elPsVoVcikt_5vxuOaVNbEr0BvZ_PDJr/s800/Untitled-2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472036038170574610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_kLT3wZMduS68MntQQ18sHD2e-vcPow9zx8G-RHXZ_r6oIPfWCAudkGXAMuPUfCQZCXyJ_beEqVf_xkaKS0HBkZOeARDw7hEYWhr50vvo6kQwh6tRoT_FSzg1UYXc3RlvuCxVcMfhDkX/s800/Untitled-3.jpg" /></p><div align="center">Heaven Help Me</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-59301080425068371502010-05-11T22:11:00.000-07:002010-05-16T07:24:57.268-07:00Age Ain't Nothin But A Number<div align="center">And I truly believe that.</div><div align="center">The BIG one has come and gone.</div><div align="center">I don't feel a day over 25.</div><div align="center">Probably never will.</div><div align="center">Being thirty doesn't bother me in the least.</div><div align="center">I kinda feel like I was made to be a 30 year old.</div><div align="center">That being said,</div><div align="center">I've never been one to make a big deal about my birthday plans.</div><div align="center">I'm more like, "Here's what I'm doing."</div><div align="center">"Can you come?"</div><div align="center">"GREAT!"</div><div align="center">"Can't make it?"</div><div align="center">"Maybe next year."</div><div align="center">I wanted this year to be different.</div><div align="center">To be surrounded by my friends.</div><div align="center">Don't get me wrong, </div><div align="center">I had a fabulous family night.</div><div align="center">But I really wanted my friends night</div><div align="center">(this completely excludes my dear friend who's 9 months preggers & </div><div align="center"><a href="http://stuartandann.blogspot.com/">Ann</a> who I COMPLETELY forgot to add to my evite list!!! I'm so stinkin sorry)</div><div align="center">It was stressing me out completely.</div><div align="center">I just wanted someone to help me because I was lost.</div><div align="center">Basically it ended with a friend coming to the rescue a week and a half before</div><div align="center">And, with that short of notice on TOP of the flooding, only a handful of people could come.</div><div align="center">Changing the date wasn't even an option.</div><div align="center">I had already asked off for that weekend</div><div align="center">and everyones calendars are filling up fast!</div><div align="center">I am so thankful to those that did come.</div><div align="center">Even after their worn out days of work and endless responsibilities.</div><div align="center">It means more than you'll ever know.</div><div align="center">I mean, 30 only happens </div><div align="center">once right!?</div><div align="center">Sometimes I feel like maybe I was expecting too much.</div><div align="center">I guess everyone has grandiose ideas about such a BIG milestone.</div><div align="center">I had a blast with those that came.</div><div align="center">I mean, We DID have our own private concert </div><div align="center">at a beautiful cabin inspired joint.</div><div align="center">And hilarity ensued when games were played.</div><div align="center">But I can't seem to help but feel down.</div><div align="center">I may not come to everybody's everything</div><div align="center">But I make sure I'm there when it really matters.</div><p align="center">Even if it's hard on me for a day.</p><p align="center">I can't say it was the best birthday ever.</p><div align="center">I wish I could.</div><div align="center">I wanted sooooo bad for it to be.</div><div align="center">There's always next year right.</div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-61825269884883583692010-05-06T06:05:00.000-07:002010-05-13T12:13:46.945-07:00Can You Guess...<div align="center"> Her Age?<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNady9WTWi7FwXK9c2DanIdKKPzf9p8wjo7kZFte6LTAEXLoR2f1GMUNVPGq4uZM8etwhBn-f3DemYbRDwfPSAGKU_bPQmXaUlk00s5e6AncyerxIMBieBVLsqCnVOD3Z1QK6l44QaiLJ/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470826438149355362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNady9WTWi7FwXK9c2DanIdKKPzf9p8wjo7kZFte6LTAEXLoR2f1GMUNVPGq4uZM8etwhBn-f3DemYbRDwfPSAGKU_bPQmXaUlk00s5e6AncyerxIMBieBVLsqCnVOD3Z1QK6l44QaiLJ/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" /></a> Well right here she's probably about 1.</div><div align="center">Born on 5-6 at 6:05</div><div align="center">This probably explains her weird obsession with numbers</div><div align="center">but that's a completely separate post.</div><div align="center">By this time she had been walking for about 5 months already</div><div align="center">and had potty trained herself.</div><div align="center">That's right, don't feel bad.</div><div align="center">She's just that smart!</div><div align="center">Seriously.</div><div align="center">She's lived in the same town her whole life</div><div align="center">and wouldn't change a thing.</div><div align="center">Family is tops in her book!</div><div align="center">Her town went from a small & sleepy to one of the fastest growing in the nation.</div><div align="center">Probably thanks to this little gal right here.</div><div align="center">*i kid i kid*</div><div align="center">Rarely got in trouble until she drew a hopscotch board on the harwood</div><div align="center">just like on Sesame Street.</div><div align="center">Or squeezed an entire tube of toothpaste in the sink</div><div align="center">just like Ramona Quimby.</div><div align="center">Organized a BabySitters Club</div><div align="center">but never got business.</div><div align="center">Spent summers at Center Hill lake with her Mema for weeks at a time</div><div align="center">Kingsport for the Hot Air Balloon races</div><div align="center">Myrtle Beach or Clearwater for vaca</div><div align="center">And once a year to ATL to visit family friends</div><div align="center">I'm told, as a child, she never met a stranger</div><div align="center">and was constantly smiling. </div><div align="center">Had here Voltron collection next to her massive Barbie collection </div><div align="center">(that her daughter will one day inherit and she better be hapy about it).</div><div align="center"> Joined the Swim Team in HS</div><div align="center">But would have rather joined Track.</div><div align="center">She loves, loves, loves music and wishes she could draw.</div><div align="center">Playing piano helps her relax.</div><div align="center">Regrets not joining the School Newspaper or Photography Club.</div><div align="center">Had a few semi-serious boyfriends but none compared to Him.</div><div align="center">She got a little lost somewhere around here</div><div align="center">but found her way.</div><div align="center">Remember, she is </div><div align="center">Just That Smart</div><div align="center">Graduated college with a degree in PR.</div><div align="center">And had some of the best times of her life!</div><div align="center">(none of which will compare to what's ahead)</div><div align="center">Is now on her way to growing her very own</div><div align="center">Photography Business.</div><div align="center">She married her highschool sweetheart</div><div align="center">And has the closest of friends all from right here in the Middle TN area.</div><div align="center">That and Two of the Most Beautiful Children EVER</div><div align="center">Complete Her Life</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470826883961140386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lypJrC6t8p3hD3cAAMAcFPrs2eynfwt36Vv-vFHiHWNrqjklhlnibm8rlD4Yae7PNrcIP3gH-_ryZJwiIfYXmZkxYYE7l1SSysUElEa1nBKSWsPCeei7VNC8cujY3cy2-qeoMEtki-FU/s400/30th+Birthday+with+family+(9).JPG" /></div><p align="center">That's right.</p><p align="center">It's Me</p><p align="center">And Now I am 30.</p><p align="center">*ps i totally backdated this post*</p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-75954457857294558792010-05-05T13:38:00.000-07:002010-05-05T13:54:59.817-07:00And Now For The Sappy Birthday Post<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7Eh_EnbwJZPaqKC70MAoUuUdrdZJFu-V5GIynzM1mla-0FVFmj1-9etEuARPvUfK_uCAtN4XLdEXkoH8oRgTF_jBWNXrvthKBx-nK8Y4uMEI7UUwNT5NU4II4Xtzqi0_fdCJIc1gt53a/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(11).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891071662482626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7Eh_EnbwJZPaqKC70MAoUuUdrdZJFu-V5GIynzM1mla-0FVFmj1-9etEuARPvUfK_uCAtN4XLdEXkoH8oRgTF_jBWNXrvthKBx-nK8Y4uMEI7UUwNT5NU4II4Xtzqi0_fdCJIc1gt53a/s800/Logans+Birthday+(11).JPG" /></a></p><div align="center"> The other day </div><div align="center">I was talking to one of you classmates mom </div><div align="center">who has a daughter in middles school</div><div align="center">She talked of how she feels so un-involved in the middle school</div><div align="center">Rarely eating with your child in the cafeteria</div><div align="center">Small amount of communication with the teacher</div><div align="center">Basically not much assistance is needed at all from us Parents</div><div align="center">This made me sad.</div><div align="center">I know it's coming.</div><div align="center">You're </div><div align="center">NINE</div><div align="center">now for heavens sake.</div><div align="center">So as I walked into your class to eat your birthday lunch with you</div><div align="center">and deliver cookies to the class</div><div align="center">I thought of how lucky I am to be able to do this.</div><div align="center">To come into your school freely and see if your teacher needs help</div><div align="center">To bring special things in on special days</div><div align="center">To be involved with the school as a whole</div><div align="center">And, in turn, be involved with your life, your friends, your work.</div><div align="center">I shudder to think of the day you won't need or want me as much anymore.</div><div align="center">I know it's a part of growing and spreading your wings</div><div align="center">BUT</div><div align="center">As for now, you need me!</div><div align="center">More importantly, you want me there!</div><div align="center">So I'm there.</div><div align="center">You are maturing so fast!</div><div align="center">And observing surroundings even faster.</div><div align="center">You're kind to others</div><div align="center">Make friends easily</div><div align="center">Love music, video games, candy and soccer.</div><div align="center">Diary of a Wimpy Kid, The Lightning Thief and Silly Bandz.</div><div align="center">You read your FIRST long chapter book with NO pictures this year!!<br />(The Lightning Thief)</div><div align="center">While in your class your teacher had all the kids say something nice about you if they wished</div><div align="center">What your friend Joseph said</div><div align="center">Made My Heart MELT</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">"Logan, I like you because you're a really good friend and </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">whenever I'm sad you help me put on my happy face."</span></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-84317754571645694192010-05-05T11:11:00.000-07:002010-05-05T13:36:52.988-07:00On Your 9th Birthday<div align="center">I had a LOT planned!</div><div align="center">Everything Outside</div><div align="center">It would be your very first SleepOver</div><div align="center">I was nervous, excited, ready for my impending night of non-sleeping.</div><div align="center">You could hardly STAND to wait for Saturday to come.</div><div align="center">The boys were to come at 3pm for WATER WARS</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlwLfbtB1SMF9wqz7jlHxUaCSPyFxfvVX2_fx5wVhdBSlUv09hUwkN2obdjGfbc6txMKbDpKKjTbviyouqIxwpoCt0_vNRUZtTqWIOxcT1c8be0poa3et2iz8ggk7Adir6XrAj0wGPuw4/s1600/logans+invite.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880907524145922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlwLfbtB1SMF9wqz7jlHxUaCSPyFxfvVX2_fx5wVhdBSlUv09hUwkN2obdjGfbc6txMKbDpKKjTbviyouqIxwpoCt0_vNRUZtTqWIOxcT1c8be0poa3et2iz8ggk7Adir6XrAj0wGPuw4/s800/logans+invite.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center">Capture the flag watergun style</div><div align="center">Then we'd play </div><div align="center">badmitton</div><div align="center">basketball</div><div align="center">ladderball</div><div align="center">maybe even slip-N-slide</div><div align="center">HOWEVER</div><div align="center">weather had a different opinion of how the day would go.</div><div align="center">Serious threats of tornodos surrounded us</div><div align="center">Everyone was nervous considering what happened last year.</div><div align="center">The boys eventually came but, not til 5:30</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAzqXECtFHhcXhzAVcO6es3WZTw_4peOe_DWekVjuZkwFmFS1C46HU2Zmk6dXMd0VfiFP4nfpyOX5Gjp3g8u5zpw0RT6QAuPDSWMGMBZXDIQVuH9A74grOHm6HMLpwBrwAZA02AzfeIx6/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(67).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880896589080690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAzqXECtFHhcXhzAVcO6es3WZTw_4peOe_DWekVjuZkwFmFS1C46HU2Zmk6dXMd0VfiFP4nfpyOX5Gjp3g8u5zpw0RT6QAuPDSWMGMBZXDIQVuH9A74grOHm6HMLpwBrwAZA02AzfeIx6/s800/Logans+Birthday+(67).JPG" /></a></p><div align="center">We DID manage a few games of Capture The Flag (minus the water guns)</div><div align="center">You guys LOVED it</div><div align="center">You Strategized</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLSq_fAls0_nwqqIce_hy6iKNoAK8s6m6gvLfPnqq8kvZ1s3bbsZyuYvI6DigETPzMstHSQL-PjeMUW7JNu6UXhBr6rfaUgUfVeO9UOv3kd6E05qfTf5D3bhUhs-DWNyAt57CMiC9MgzF/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(104).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880282860337714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLSq_fAls0_nwqqIce_hy6iKNoAK8s6m6gvLfPnqq8kvZ1s3bbsZyuYvI6DigETPzMstHSQL-PjeMUW7JNu6UXhBr6rfaUgUfVeO9UOv3kd6E05qfTf5D3bhUhs-DWNyAt57CMiC9MgzF/s800/Logans+Birthday+(104).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">And made Secret Sneak Attacks</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySs-uuIi4PacMGgQSEAdwfIGJtUMXyemjmAGO9eczVPXiI2qk_44i8MI9g8J66aZOjZuFz_SHlG-Kjrb9aubtOhw2WZBp9Qux6V1DiJ8SoJdEwIusxao1UzQtK2JC3nhFiAG9bf-fc_-g/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(105).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880275959284162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySs-uuIi4PacMGgQSEAdwfIGJtUMXyemjmAGO9eczVPXiI2qk_44i8MI9g8J66aZOjZuFz_SHlG-Kjrb9aubtOhw2WZBp9Qux6V1DiJ8SoJdEwIusxao1UzQtK2JC3nhFiAG9bf-fc_-g/s800/Logans+Birthday+(105).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">And took your Flag Guarding </div><div align="center">VERY seriously</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpav-E_mprzlDiE0sRSEjQwk7F2kPjhzO9cWg8yB2K11R491Hrq0kbRWCuRgsN1-CNAiP5xwhuyqvYF1hjQoFhZJU6VnnFIu0feTUYyymSqrlDoyH6jv3h11piCYXtviyeM0pe1KnWSI7N/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(106).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880270308167346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpav-E_mprzlDiE0sRSEjQwk7F2kPjhzO9cWg8yB2K11R491Hrq0kbRWCuRgsN1-CNAiP5xwhuyqvYF1hjQoFhZJU6VnnFIu0feTUYyymSqrlDoyH6jv3h11piCYXtviyeM0pe1KnWSI7N/s800/Logans+Birthday+(106).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">But it got dark quick and we had to retreat.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGyfaNoGwucvcMwwgnZXAt_OVfgSwQ-441CIsk4xjd9Lv0PnQOpBklk93yGPqTlPPa8ir86XfKTZiYyxCE-k6AK9HhtKPccFDrh4Rm-wsBgJ67AZuEBB6JEKgFc77IdLvOrlexjfD5GYt/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(74).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880887070417458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGyfaNoGwucvcMwwgnZXAt_OVfgSwQ-441CIsk4xjd9Lv0PnQOpBklk93yGPqTlPPa8ir86XfKTZiYyxCE-k6AK9HhtKPccFDrh4Rm-wsBgJ67AZuEBB6JEKgFc77IdLvOrlexjfD5GYt/s800/Logans+Birthday+(74).JPG" /></a><br />Ohhhh Mother Nature</div><div align="center">Why do you test me so!?</div><div align="center">Many MANY video games were played<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQ0NOVcZO1uCS15BPf8HU-BD4hk8gEThOeP5acAFMjIxRDH-tcX4hBETsLxvPN3BnABRgX7uBeN4vl9wdefrwA0cWngm9cdY6zXFP7calV_IQgEUdKQYeRW7yppO3dqvVVAHlvJLI_DpG/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(77).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880883626233090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQ0NOVcZO1uCS15BPf8HU-BD4hk8gEThOeP5acAFMjIxRDH-tcX4hBETsLxvPN3BnABRgX7uBeN4vl9wdefrwA0cWngm9cdY6zXFP7calV_IQgEUdKQYeRW7yppO3dqvVVAHlvJLI_DpG/s800/Logans+Birthday+(77).JPG" /></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-7Hxsq5DP0_v3EL1OfdiN-LoCYZcfq65GaeY9a6AMPvHx_dJLC2yOHJy2SBHvqVbtol6PCDcA8XMnR-C0PBnhRrH8DLBd9wowWGIs61ZXAVHffxgkv0omXIcHbfVwxB1cPVN7Luw1NJx/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(78).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880873989176738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-7Hxsq5DP0_v3EL1OfdiN-LoCYZcfq65GaeY9a6AMPvHx_dJLC2yOHJy2SBHvqVbtol6PCDcA8XMnR-C0PBnhRrH8DLBd9wowWGIs61ZXAVHffxgkv0omXIcHbfVwxB1cPVN7Luw1NJx/s800/Logans+Birthday+(78).JPG" /></a></p><div align="center">You wrestled and fought and made faces on silly stinky boys make</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7Qs-xT6H0LHKNtpf9ckigXQc8xvyFcpWnn0WJyLtDaVdzjlCpDmUTYCIxqaO3ztu1YH0CHBeRPeaQFziBAmf7gVeIGJs0OOsLw-jfWZyKkrlSqTwQ-TlCjcUjzXmlkXfwjzMENjWHzFF/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(79).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880301894083298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7Qs-xT6H0LHKNtpf9ckigXQc8xvyFcpWnn0WJyLtDaVdzjlCpDmUTYCIxqaO3ztu1YH0CHBeRPeaQFziBAmf7gVeIGJs0OOsLw-jfWZyKkrlSqTwQ-TlCjcUjzXmlkXfwjzMENjWHzFF/s800/Logans+Birthday+(79).JPG" /></a><br />Cake & Pizza were consumed</div><div align="center">and so was</div><div align="center">HELIUM!</div><div align="center">Yep, and I think I actualy started that one.</div><div align="center">WHOOPS sorry parents.</div><div align="center">They all began busting the balloons and talking like cartoon versions of themselves.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOdsLeoHj9iloucU8nT9kurS3XsfwTDE7sVCQ3MJNZFExS5qMSdTspuVAKRkwUaMdwrHHrsc0oMRlG0Af748sj6P6AKbAuUcfdoacsz-NO7U11aAnhMSxZpZ8PiKQ65JdfC_7IKTYCFfO/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(83).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467880294795966770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOdsLeoHj9iloucU8nT9kurS3XsfwTDE7sVCQ3MJNZFExS5qMSdTspuVAKRkwUaMdwrHHrsc0oMRlG0Af748sj6P6AKbAuUcfdoacsz-NO7U11aAnhMSxZpZ8PiKQ65JdfC_7IKTYCFfO/s800/Logans+Birthday+(83).JPG" /></a><br />I made an attempt to corral the boys for a fun game of</div><div align="center">CHARADES</div><div align="center">But it didn't go so well.<br /></div><div><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLucGGaHQ52MFCoTegABi94Do-TyyLxmCw3dXqecgghaYhHFjrHQDPJck3BvxlslzKTwmLhg8ZlUdaJkQe8InzDwqwFnbFiWg6PAljNb0TiLUCHaVFqRhUcYRpYPjalpt1xmFnA2Ra4fRu/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(114).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467879787346412434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLucGGaHQ52MFCoTegABi94Do-TyyLxmCw3dXqecgghaYhHFjrHQDPJck3BvxlslzKTwmLhg8ZlUdaJkQe8InzDwqwFnbFiWg6PAljNb0TiLUCHaVFqRhUcYRpYPjalpt1xmFnA2Ra4fRu/s800/Logans+Birthday+(114).JPG" /></a><br /><br />I think you guys finally drifted off around </div><div align="center">2 AM<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQFf7oHG3LR-4A1132rJ4E7SsJuAr2A6Lo0SJq64BYA73X8nMEAT94hPPFOj6DZGxus9PzfXE68XRn9s5w9PVp-b_tg4buTmT4ekdfVHfcPBNh6M7whxy3Lmmzg8hlrTCI1ow1iinQp95/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(122).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467879785118401794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQFf7oHG3LR-4A1132rJ4E7SsJuAr2A6Lo0SJq64BYA73X8nMEAT94hPPFOj6DZGxus9PzfXE68XRn9s5w9PVp-b_tg4buTmT4ekdfVHfcPBNh6M7whxy3Lmmzg8hlrTCI1ow1iinQp95/s800/Logans+Birthday+(122).JPG" /></a><br />We gave out water guns, blow pops and</div><div align="center">SILLY BANDZ</div><div align="center">For party favors<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0sfgMQQsvkpAQbbCNGJf9o4qRWFcBjjMpUnCn3xzLoHTC24HSxIjOBQkgJvww6lSVchyL4qzeZ4Qcy7NViXTu0cD6rBCpM7sGRzfCSjFHuNkRF4ePth43D53ncnqGEfQRF4xiEIRdydO/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(124).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467879766105789954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0sfgMQQsvkpAQbbCNGJf9o4qRWFcBjjMpUnCn3xzLoHTC24HSxIjOBQkgJvww6lSVchyL4qzeZ4Qcy7NViXTu0cD6rBCpM7sGRzfCSjFHuNkRF4ePth43D53ncnqGEfQRF4xiEIRdydO/s800/Logans+Birthday+(124).JPG" /></a><br /><br />Wake time was somewhere between 5 & 7.</div><div align="center">I can't be too sure exactly</div><div align="center">I was a tad tired.</div><div align="center">BUT YOU</div><div align="center">had a blast!</div><div align="center">And so did your friends!</div><div align="center">Can I jus say how awesome these kids are!</div><div align="center">Yes, they're rowdy at times</div><div align="center">But they're also kind and respectful and encouraging to others<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj4yOIDld7DEaSMC8w3daTOILS_7wNBQO4kscjYfMeKWejR-sPg6VWbw_in9OjUSnwpf3IMM5zm9y0HUCVvBO5f8CW8aw75kNRwNjYg-olc0AilgVgt6Xhu7auDmmxOZaWtplgCvfHcc6/s1600/Logans+Birthday+(133).JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467879752537279506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj4yOIDld7DEaSMC8w3daTOILS_7wNBQO4kscjYfMeKWejR-sPg6VWbw_in9OjUSnwpf3IMM5zm9y0HUCVvBO5f8CW8aw75kNRwNjYg-olc0AilgVgt6Xhu7auDmmxOZaWtplgCvfHcc6/s800/Logans+Birthday+(133).JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">We Survived! Your First Sleepover!!</div><div align="center">Love you Buddy</div><div align="center">Happy Nine Years of Life</div><div align="center">*sappy post from mom to come*</div></div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-18171838560438996662010-05-02T18:25:00.000-07:002010-05-02T19:02:12.115-07:00What Can Water Do?<div align="center">Well, it's great for drinking!</div><div align="center">Keeps me hydrated throughout the day.</div><div align="center">I also like to shower using it.</div><div align="center">Washes dirt & grime away nicely.</div><div align="center">Also helps with the brushing of teeth.</div><div align="center">And let's not forget swimming!</div><div align="center">Swimming pools are a staple of summer around here!</div><div align="center">BUT</div><div align="center">Water can do more...</div><div align="center">Much MUCH more.</div><div align="center">You know that awesome new pool you got?</div><div align="center">The one you couldn't wait to use?</div><div align="center">Yea, no need for it really.</div><div align="center">Not now that there's a lake in your yard.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83a0xgXgSLOg8Uf_agwl72JVL8Fa4r8N4Y3OuBUrpJ9QT8qzj0aJTPngARmqqEHwnSiRS4ErXcmlWn_bg_kzY2aNGVbvnk_aTLydBwh5c5LLfto40ZhEMRyaEIBmVIQ8yMWrADTnGoHS1/s1600/nashville+flood+(11).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850626178949202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83a0xgXgSLOg8Uf_agwl72JVL8Fa4r8N4Y3OuBUrpJ9QT8qzj0aJTPngARmqqEHwnSiRS4ErXcmlWn_bg_kzY2aNGVbvnk_aTLydBwh5c5LLfto40ZhEMRyaEIBmVIQ8yMWrADTnGoHS1/s400/nashville+flood+(11).jpg" /></a> What's that?</div><div align="center">You wanted to catch some pre-season practice at <a href="http://www.lpfield.com/">LP Field</a>?</div><div align="center">Not today.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbREsEVoVykl7O_lvjIslh-zRsg832F77EvnYKWmReeYnpV96jCu1nNPDGwco-b2Z0SOWgqohauO6x7z4SjxGSmFffl_W8h-L7a-6ehuAqLPFO4XHZ7cV3xOqQ6DZKfBAxQ59demeVnLif/s1600/nashville+flood+(10).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850570778445058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbREsEVoVykl7O_lvjIslh-zRsg832F77EvnYKWmReeYnpV96jCu1nNPDGwco-b2Z0SOWgqohauO6x7z4SjxGSmFffl_W8h-L7a-6ehuAqLPFO4XHZ7cV3xOqQ6DZKfBAxQ59demeVnLif/s400/nashville+flood+(10).jpg" /></a><br />A nice cruise down the Cumberland at sunset on the <a href="http://www.generaljackson.com/">General Jackson</a>?</div><div align="center">Something tells me it'll be a while.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehFgXzolj_Kyj9IgU1EVDFZHqxrmlAsMjoosr9vE36fnQkkmYDViA1WYJhJY0h-t3wtSO5ap3hHxI4cZIN1XB3M1hOcOsjaDZwjaZnv_Ixav4uNz-CDI40eozUGyA1WrBOX00oOFrsfKU/s1600/nashville+flood+(9).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850565248289026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehFgXzolj_Kyj9IgU1EVDFZHqxrmlAsMjoosr9vE36fnQkkmYDViA1WYJhJY0h-t3wtSO5ap3hHxI4cZIN1XB3M1hOcOsjaDZwjaZnv_Ixav4uNz-CDI40eozUGyA1WrBOX00oOFrsfKU/s400/nashville+flood+(9).jpg" /></a>OH you're hungry!<br />For cheese dip.<br />You mean that awesome little Mexican Restaurant<br />I think they're already closed.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850342836751986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8qVGO8SxKrFJIeqkl3iXpwsZfFsMPnmMk9cYZqbWbnwOFQZllL_j7yQWNLcQr6RkxDAWNinX-O4I51J9H8nVaHOJTz8R1S_vJOIbj6d7H21attZkaHdlmZpxZAy08EVSPevYQ2EfMJFp/s400/nashville+flood+(2).jpg" /></div><div>Well, we <em>were</em> supposed to go to your game tonight but</div><div>All Games Have Been Cancelled</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850353147650370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdGOtlvSxm-25JZZYu2ZHZtqRGTq5uzrSbOX973jfg80Ln2ATcrAvgYzkEHOegXbryk4VYo9Xl5Jyc4LxjEaqOzT3TBOM_cY_NyE1MoioI81PACGrVZd1hOluQxPOBJDR0Dw1Fgu0w-Gy/s400/nashville+flood+(5).jpg" /></div><div>The water that has dumped on the Middle Tennessee area </div><div>the past few days was/is </div><div>No Joke.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DvgXqPzFYEHWdXsKoDm574hHpbqUEEIYI9A5Cj9fWyxYhynGhyphenhyphenYtUubQBe0oRe0LxGE1ExN76pU4U5TriQz0OKSmVA0fq_M8pb3RRPkXW8Ft7zJshzoNWjjNR5T4J9nsjbYZxrRqaU0Q/s1600/nashville+flood+(8).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850557660441426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DvgXqPzFYEHWdXsKoDm574hHpbqUEEIYI9A5Cj9fWyxYhynGhyphenhyphenYtUubQBe0oRe0LxGE1ExN76pU4U5TriQz0OKSmVA0fq_M8pb3RRPkXW8Ft7zJshzoNWjjNR5T4J9nsjbYZxrRqaU0Q/s400/nashville+flood+(8).jpg" /></a>So many people have had so much heartache </div><div>Rescue searches are still being conducted</div><div>People are still stranded</div><div>Some refusing to leave their homes!</div><div><a href="http://deckerdayz.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-were-you-when.html">I didn't think our area could take it again!</a></div><div>The image below is supposed to be our interstate.</div><div>A main vessel in and out of Nashville</div><div>One I've taken many many times.<br />Can you even imagine the sheer terror these people felt?</div><div>My heart aches for them.<br />The images are saddening.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0Uu1MimOW9kGeDzPC4jbu3wEPWpnE4SncouVCrVvZoQ_OlX1nfLYtY6JCgleKewa1NPea8VdCUnt-y8UYT2j0IzoRC6x_TFkkVdbXF7AxqyNXjmFjovMs0pq9-AbPJDnRy15C0RMlTk4/s1600/nashville+flood+(7).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850554696361778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0Uu1MimOW9kGeDzPC4jbu3wEPWpnE4SncouVCrVvZoQ_OlX1nfLYtY6JCgleKewa1NPea8VdCUnt-y8UYT2j0IzoRC6x_TFkkVdbXF7AxqyNXjmFjovMs0pq9-AbPJDnRy15C0RMlTk4/s400/nashville+flood+(7).jpg" /></a><br />People have lost loved ones</div><div>Cars have been destroyed<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_2HFIFk8-c3bYLMJPXkVbhArRWOnTbD3LUa6sFOIALD7mpg-NyfsupQB5zexs8l7E1G1gq4D99nnnDvgoJu1HYAROwdodzd5K-KqY15pDwNGara2flwKSpLq0-UqvsBfD8DgJ82Vgbc3/s1600/nashville+flood+(6).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850551746264402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_2HFIFk8-c3bYLMJPXkVbhArRWOnTbD3LUa6sFOIALD7mpg-NyfsupQB5zexs8l7E1G1gq4D99nnnDvgoJu1HYAROwdodzd5K-KqY15pDwNGara2flwKSpLq0-UqvsBfD8DgJ82Vgbc3/s400/nashville+flood+(6).jpg" /></a> <div>Their homes, their place of safety</div><div>The place you wanna go to when you've had the worst day ever</div><div>Is un-inhabitable.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiUEidk4UzjFlAguZ3mQwEKhYGwrnD1rkTdm84CNCt1WqEV0v0eErQXHOp00Kry0iJxJq03iiGBWPesJeK66OaMgDdCIu-7b_2GFOXyn6BW82KLzdoAA0AX2jgaDC2OKqb3ZAqw0PwPhM/s1600/nashville+flood+(4).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850353342710226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiUEidk4UzjFlAguZ3mQwEKhYGwrnD1rkTdm84CNCt1WqEV0v0eErQXHOp00Kry0iJxJq03iiGBWPesJeK66OaMgDdCIu-7b_2GFOXyn6BW82KLzdoAA0AX2jgaDC2OKqb3ZAqw0PwPhM/s400/nashville+flood+(4).jpg" /></a><br />Mother nature has had her way with us</div><div> and she doesn't mess around.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpHgmCdMormT0HTDV_D6icwqZlIITOzIodcAOvz9Ah0JCsR8LcThKzBb3-X0w5V1SfX_NKW0GhWimzvVfXgv0DXqCxhNCKt0wXTkBymvFIV8ozklFHulF98O7ElITdAXa9DDYvCHaVPCo/s1600/nashville+flood+(3).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850350891011090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpHgmCdMormT0HTDV_D6icwqZlIITOzIodcAOvz9Ah0JCsR8LcThKzBb3-X0w5V1SfX_NKW0GhWimzvVfXgv0DXqCxhNCKt0wXTkBymvFIV8ozklFHulF98O7ElITdAXa9DDYvCHaVPCo/s400/nashville+flood+(3).jpg" /></a></div><div>Lives will continue</div><div>There may always be a hole but</div><div>Hearts will heal</div><div>Houses will be re-built</div><div>Things will be re-bought</div><div>Cars will be replaced</div><div>Streets will be repaved</div><div>And businesses will eventually carry on *<em>hopefully*</em></div><div>Our area will be OK</div><div>And we'll all still be here til the </div><div>Cows Come Home<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NLuk4uW3bEiBFvYLeIbzziCI7kEb0gPttAXrJWQtc7fGZijk_eW_OhOX_0-L2RrM18t6BYQbZbYMbeigzv1o1UIUqimSHQLHgW-RCbsUkKdqURKaupEcABolGnb6DAc-6Nwl_FgejcI1/s1600/nashville+flood+(1).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466850338790005906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-NLuk4uW3bEiBFvYLeIbzziCI7kEb0gPttAXrJWQtc7fGZijk_eW_OhOX_0-L2RrM18t6BYQbZbYMbeigzv1o1UIUqimSHQLHgW-RCbsUkKdqURKaupEcABolGnb6DAc-6Nwl_FgejcI1/s400/nashville+flood+(1).jpg" /></a>*all images via <a href="http://pix.wsmv.com/ChannelGallery.aspx?c=2608">WSMV</a> news site/<a href="http://www.flickr.com/">FLICKR</a>*<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-32644658464160993052010-04-23T12:44:00.001-07:002010-04-23T12:46:47.906-07:00That's My BOY!<p align="center">Every night</p><p align="center">Before bed</p><p align="center">Logan lays his clothes </p><p align="center">out for the next day.</p><p align="center">Just as if he were wearing them.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiav811meBt7faonvTmpa0hdAIBkabOtkeHfSOSDA7_jZoEtAGsDnn2BZNwU4hg3jqWoREgoijN2Q9wIQSrkRzAMiMUmRXeGAQvixpQ0Eayjn426qfgv9iGnwcJsJCM9AvwdSWdsYNQ1n8k/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463421234655738962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiav811meBt7faonvTmpa0hdAIBkabOtkeHfSOSDA7_jZoEtAGsDnn2BZNwU4hg3jqWoREgoijN2Q9wIQSrkRzAMiMUmRXeGAQvixpQ0Eayjn426qfgv9iGnwcJsJCM9AvwdSWdsYNQ1n8k/s800/IMG_0014.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center">Although I was DEFINITELY not like that at his age</p><p align="center">I am now.</p><p align="center">What a funny little guy!!</p>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-49591348418348469122010-04-20T12:30:00.001-07:002010-04-20T12:52:10.070-07:00Pickles & Ice Cream Shower<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0nrSjlsGwnFKil1EGTvkSm6y-jVah8pz8a1lk0_TCjGdpgX5NwVzDzFtdt3Dh5-QQQDHraeR8x-W56xnm7KPFjPOEKY5-Tom3-7b9BVQYsLA8bxTr34paBGdPMihJG4t_aGciBMi3AHa/s1600/carols+shower.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305360711433586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0nrSjlsGwnFKil1EGTvkSm6y-jVah8pz8a1lk0_TCjGdpgX5NwVzDzFtdt3Dh5-QQQDHraeR8x-W56xnm7KPFjPOEKY5-Tom3-7b9BVQYsLA8bxTr34paBGdPMihJG4t_aGciBMi3AHa/s800/carols+shower.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center">Last weekend we had a fabulous shower</div><div align="center">for a dear friend</div><div align="center">Carol.</div><div align="center">She's adding a new baby girl to our mix!</div><div align="center">Baby Macy </div><div align="center">{love that name}</div><div align="center">Me & the girls brainstormed ideas for the shower.</div><div align="center">First it was just gonna be an</div><div align="center">Ice Cream Sundae Shower</div><div align="center">Then We thought</div><div align="center">Pickles & Ice Cream!</div><div align="center">Brilliant!</div><div align="center">Above is the adorable invite *ahemthatimadeahem*<br /></div><div align="center">Below is probably my favorite thing from the shower!</div><div align="center">I designed these little onesies on the computer and printed them on </div><div align="center">Iron On transfer paper</div><div align="center">Iron them on, hang by cutsie ribbon & voila!</div><div align="center">A cute decoration AND she can actually use them!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462304791892257842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN5OGzbq_BnYozbm7II-Io2WRZevamUzymbowJwBoIjD4X3tPAz8CT-ZBHzXNoAJDgohnDaN994ihBPs6AC73LFtevqbyjoRR6Zx5Wrcl9hmNbziJ94L7iBs5N5JmG6A_rTeNXt1mGO6n/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Close up of my favositest little onesie for my favoritest new little girl!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462304801958403618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBRczhJEHaOJUJt07eJulHqEq1Gy8ZmjhSm63Nw93zHc4vC2jYzfdqNHy8pxwgRDoob_TJEarmFeupvnuuefZOPa7Rh4vI3yfE4T54vGmxFAIoIlter_l_B20W5wLhm4k5ucLkGX-V6Mg/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The Sundae Buffet in all it's glory.</div><div align="center">Mmmmmm I'm getting hungry just looking at it!</div><div align="center">In the back you can see the Sundae Glasses.</div><div align="center">We gave those out as favors *they're from the Dollar Tree*</div><div align="center">and attached a cute little saying to the bottom</div><div align="center">with adorable ribbon of course.</div><div align="center">In the very back is a hand painted canvas *by the oh so talented Julie*</div><div align="center">that we all signed and wrote well wishes on.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462304806063132226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrU2WHdsvcunU4tu5H9xWjV4m76KMUYJ_5ZSdARBjs8XkKqf4dsiV9iC-7l9tE-cacZ2K4YauTFxwS2EQr9MZ2bxtIA4HWT3vlU62tPVgkWJoPOnpYiDC9y3Aktepdgfq9Bo6J67NvSKp/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Just wanted to make sure I made you good and hungry...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462304815344231394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sSCKPJwe7ChZsnx6jgp9dsM0-Zq9hwDkmBxd6oOYgBDK0WH0x6hosRejd1I1-4tSQT0JuC8uY9Xj_teDz4Q3YseCHNKP8L0Vqu5BiQMzBmcf1QW2RxgkEEGv9wiYegGHQ9tjNVnCkoFh/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Here's where the pickles come in.</div><div align="center">Jamie brought her mother's homemade pickles to go with the cravings above!</div><div align="center">Really, who doesn't like pickles!?</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305333658039314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS59sMqvB-eJuYnVhgYE2NMf9QfqQgtt1PdebSS1W5r85QaSnLLGUFEVsW7CnFUZpWKRcT6GFs2sf-lipEZzrIIS2L7Vws4q_sTJL267hjJDfeiSpgVimxsXIUv1RT-KlSVZro4e8tnZ-3/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Pink Carnations stuffed in ice cream cones.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462304789067807554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuYsemHgTAOzu1-jCf-0Je-uCNhoekKoiy0tVdrjU9FThMUn3VrEca-jXTqRDXTmFVfOJc_9U5FBczXMC8r9kGylWt7k_-Dg1jpWzk6WmWnRoYFNWgy67nQNYl0YMRd2As3dTNPGD_kvA/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" />Another hand painted canvas by the talented Julie. </div><div align="center">Seriously, she needs to go into business doing this stuff!</div><div align="center">If she had a blog I'd totally link to her.</div><div align="center">I've got her working on something for my bedroom as we speak!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305337041984210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOM-ziBgMrwQRgUp1gI_hDH-IIAMnEenf05bOelJ4LVZYLgekVVtVMfA5KKWQPLKmZclvUbbi5WdVRsqV1vxMTh2va3wUPZmz_ogvPIuRnCLSAiYO0A9qExaI6ga99byXFyL2Kii6E9yv/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Had to throw in a shot of this adorable little gal and her mama!</div><div align="center">I love a good chunk baby and she fits the bill.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwv5F_l7MLCqYcRvAFXQZtjfpfT8MT-AP-fUNbkeCpOF5tNGNVSikNWsPmRLEN-PLXDjpOGEyjFi3txFHlAgkswqL-CIvFJ6DwD99HjsKxIL11JfLPJo3ugMeCLanbpkgM1wFXQjTLYnx/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305348032303970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwv5F_l7MLCqYcRvAFXQZtjfpfT8MT-AP-fUNbkeCpOF5tNGNVSikNWsPmRLEN-PLXDjpOGEyjFi3txFHlAgkswqL-CIvFJ6DwD99HjsKxIL11JfLPJo3ugMeCLanbpkgM1wFXQjTLYnx/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" /></a><br />Group Shot<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRSfMAiyu_ghyAN-7h0lNVbFkAkKB_L-mYeKTTu7CT3FVPMgbqGM-9v3QFCwxZc2wT_qau4sqPYXMiI1cEEP-yVJz3kGl5oOiTyebGQZqrZymvBV5u7DVkhT6htEobDEmJTOOsIZQ3CAU/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305340732980082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRSfMAiyu_ghyAN-7h0lNVbFkAkKB_L-mYeKTTu7CT3FVPMgbqGM-9v3QFCwxZc2wT_qau4sqPYXMiI1cEEP-yVJz3kGl5oOiTyebGQZqrZymvBV5u7DVkhT6htEobDEmJTOOsIZQ3CAU/s400/IMG_0337.JPG" /></a> Can't wait to meet you Baby Macy!!<br />Brynn has lots planned for the 2 of you.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130573760839603112.post-41800315694484181352010-04-07T11:45:00.000-07:002010-04-07T11:54:01.094-07:00Dear Blog,<div align="center"> I'm Oh So Sorry I've been neglecting you!</div><div align="center">I haven't been just loungin' around twiddlin' my thumbs though.</div><div align="center">Promise.</div><div align="center">I wouldn't do that to you!</div><div align="center">I've been </div><div align="center">Working</div><div align="center">Taking Care of nephews PLUS my own 2</div><div align="center">Spring Breakin' it</div><div align="center">Plannin' an UBER-Cute baby shower that I'll show you all the details from soon</div><div align="center">Plannin' a 9 Year Old's Birthday Party</div><div align="center">Attempting (unsuccessfully) to plan my OWN brithday soiree...</div><div align="center">Dirty 30's here I come</div><div align="center">But</div><div align="center">Most importantly</div><div align="center">I've been workin'</div><div align="center">HARD </div><div align="center">on my very own </div><div align="center">PHOTOGRAPHY WEBSITE!!</div><div align="center">That's right! </div><div align="center">You heard it here first.</div><div align="center">Well, maybe not really first but whatevs</div><div align="center">Wanna see it?</div><div align="center">You knoooooow you do!</div><div align="center">OK! OK! Calm down! Here it is</div><div align="center">Just click the image below with that beautiful little girl:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lindsayrenee.com/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457469951983119618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuePsI07wdlkH2a63wD0kRVGO9Xnb8LP4Q_1OnwpjtXiiWSlN411iejH23zYs_koiQH2aTdvUAFAS7AD5Eh18oonZUB0yizne0iJda8e6iNHVGnRyz452oqbKaINstZbW_oSq_ZEcW4n6/s400/splashpage.jpg" /></a></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07312404567314014958noreply@blogger.com0