<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049</id><updated>2011-11-21T00:42:00.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of a family with 3 girls.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-9131283010589614303</id><published>2010-06-17T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:05:23.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O's New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the moment our children are born, Drew and I began praying about our children's salvation. We seek day after day ways to grow them, and point them in direction of the God who created them, loves them, and sent His son to bear our sin on the cross and die. The daily question is, "are we doing enough? Are we doing it right? How will we know when they become authentic followers of Jesus Christ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing we've always prayed is that it would be confirmed that they would not become Christians because of any pressure from us. (As if that could be an authentic conversion!) We wanted to know that God and God alone is pursuing each of their hearts to draw them unto himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago, our daughter O did just that. One night, she just said, "I"m ready momma. I'm ready to have Jesus in my heart." I asked her what that meant, and after telling me what she thought it was, I felt like she understood what it meant. And she said, "I just feel like He wants me to follow Him, that He wants to be in my heart. I believe that I need Him. " She told me she wanted to pray all by herself, without my help. At first, she started going through the ABC's of salvation. I stopped her in the middle of her prayer and asked her, "didn't you just tell me that you felt like Jesus needed to be in your heart? That He wanted to be there? Talk to him about how you feel about giving him your heart, your life." She proceeded to pray one of the most sacred, precious prayers I've ever heard in my life. She broke down into tears and poured her heart out to God, crying for Him to come into her life, and that she wanted to follow Him "forever," as she put it. God's presence was all around us as she prayed that prayer, and 3 or 4 weeks later, she followed her decision in baptism. We were blessed that Drew was able to baptize her. It was an enormous privilege for him. We are overjoyed with the blessing of her salvation, and give God glory and honor for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b649bcd01a88587" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b649bcd01a88587%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D289FC61E040F27EB5EDFAB7B73218FD1303DE6C1.1AF3C2E499B5A41FA75A79B2AC9D978A166B3FFA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db649bcd01a88587%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMidAoxhWQLKh76CEqFgJf-cHyhs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b649bcd01a88587%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D289FC61E040F27EB5EDFAB7B73218FD1303DE6C1.1AF3C2E499B5A41FA75A79B2AC9D978A166B3FFA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db649bcd01a88587%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMidAoxhWQLKh76CEqFgJf-cHyhs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-9131283010589614303?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/9131283010589614303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=9131283010589614303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/9131283010589614303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/9131283010589614303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-new-life.html' title='O&apos;s New Life'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1458825227505538589</id><published>2010-05-01T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:11:12.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E's Kindergarten Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z6-pMrc-I/AAAAAAAACEo/qgsbVH4wcvE/s1600/DSC03717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z6-pMrc-I/AAAAAAAACEo/qgsbVH4wcvE/s400/DSC03717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466520001838805986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z6-Z7NKCI/AAAAAAAACEg/pQDmXwDbo5I/s1600/DSC03706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z6-Z7NKCI/AAAAAAAACEg/pQDmXwDbo5I/s400/DSC03706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466519997738985506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E had a wonderful Kindergarten play on nursery rhymes. I am amazed at what those teachers do and am so grateful to them! E had a speaking part at the beginning, then did a cute little hand rhyme called Miss Sue. Here's the sweet video of the speaking part. Aunt Nancy, Mimi, and Nana all came to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-101a7bdb4debaa67" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D101a7bdb4debaa67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E1B59505776350A9FF1E08FDF347A492CF57142.DE6BB8177CA3AB42929C046800F63A14EAC8CF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D101a7bdb4debaa67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Lhs8ahOtb3zZLvPNWStBKGdoZU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D101a7bdb4debaa67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326883%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E1B59505776350A9FF1E08FDF347A492CF57142.DE6BB8177CA3AB42929C046800F63A14EAC8CF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D101a7bdb4debaa67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Lhs8ahOtb3zZLvPNWStBKGdoZU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1458825227505538589?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1458825227505538589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1458825227505538589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1458825227505538589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1458825227505538589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/05/es-kindergarten-play.html' title='E&apos;s Kindergarten Play'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z6-pMrc-I/AAAAAAAACEo/qgsbVH4wcvE/s72-c/DSC03717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-111259625344543097</id><published>2010-05-01T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:53:34.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M's 3rd birthday</title><content type='html'>M turned 3 this March and we had a faaaaabbbulous Dora party! We had tattoos, coloring pages, and bracelet making inside, then went outside and had a real Dora adventure! We had maps and followed the trail until we got to the pinata that Swiper swiped! As you will see in the picture below, Drew graciously agreed to be Swiper again(he was Swiper when O had a Dora party when she was 3!) I love my husband, he is NOT AFRAID!! My camera battery died, so I don't have many pics of this, but it was a super fun party!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2mp_dmYI/AAAAAAAACEQ/LMHsqL-fXKo/s1600/DSC03687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2mp_dmYI/AAAAAAAACEQ/LMHsqL-fXKo/s400/DSC03687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466515191688436098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2mE913_I/AAAAAAAACEI/vP7HN40Cdp8/s1600/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2mE913_I/AAAAAAAACEI/vP7HN40Cdp8/s400/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466515181749526514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2luOAKII/AAAAAAAACEA/disHSFezp2Y/s1600/DSC03671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2luOAKII/AAAAAAAACEA/disHSFezp2Y/s400/DSC03671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466515175643293826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-111259625344543097?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/111259625344543097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=111259625344543097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/111259625344543097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/111259625344543097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/05/ms-3rd-birthday.html' title='M&apos;s 3rd birthday'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9z2mp_dmYI/AAAAAAAACEQ/LMHsqL-fXKo/s72-c/DSC03687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8768640533015997556</id><published>2010-05-01T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:43:43.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the absolute truth as I know it. You can buy the best of everything for your kids. You can buy them every gadget that hits the stores. You can take them to every Pixar film made. You can dress them in the most fabulous clothes. You can plan every second of their day with educational, fun, brain-stimulating activities. You can plan an extravagant trip to the most fun place on earth, with the best rides, characters, 3D movies-just a fantasy world. But every time you ask them, days later, what the best part of the trip/day, etc. was, they will almost always say something, that, to you, seems really small. Or simple. Those are the memories they keep with them. It's the unexpected detour for ice cream. Or the little dog you see on your way to the theme park. Or the snack you gave them in the car. Or the silly songs you sang that morning at breakfast. &lt;div&gt;We had a big reminder of that in Orlando. After days at Disney, my dad was just itching to take the girls to an orange grove. They were in the middle of a Honey I Shrunk The Kids playground at Hollywood Studios, and the second we asked them if they wanted to go, they all immediately jumped off what they were playing and said an enthusiastic YES!! So we spent the afternoon at an orange grove sampling fresh, delicious juice, picking oranges, learning about different types of oranges, and basically making ourselves sick on the abundance of fruit that was before us. And guess what my kids say when you ask them about our trip? They always talk about how great that trip to the orange grove was. Sometimes, they barely even mention Disney World. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely the simpler things in life that bring the most blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyYIgW6mI/AAAAAAAACD4/xxP3rox9y2g/s1600/DSC03648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyYIgW6mI/AAAAAAAACD4/xxP3rox9y2g/s400/DSC03648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466510544134924898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyXlUHwwI/AAAAAAAACDw/sHp5sgY_kCE/s1600/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyXlUHwwI/AAAAAAAACDw/sHp5sgY_kCE/s400/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466510534688359170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyXSNb8PI/AAAAAAAACDo/EL9iSCC96w8/s400/DSC03634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466510529560047858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyW6xFwBI/AAAAAAAACDg/ELaT4HcE0L0/s1600/DSC03633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyW6xFwBI/AAAAAAAACDg/ELaT4HcE0L0/s400/DSC03633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466510523267137554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyWdUlrgI/AAAAAAAACDY/ykRUh1_U0dA/s1600/DSC03628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyWdUlrgI/AAAAAAAACDY/ykRUh1_U0dA/s400/DSC03628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466510515362967042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8768640533015997556?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8768640533015997556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8768640533015997556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8768640533015997556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8768640533015997556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-absolute-truth-as-i-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zyYIgW6mI/AAAAAAAACD4/xxP3rox9y2g/s72-c/DSC03648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5536358690907550365</id><published>2010-05-01T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:21:35.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Was. The Next. American. Idol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-edf5cb3fc8c4382c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dedf5cb3fc8c4382c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BF14AC2FC135BC63E21BE03685DC67D85DEE9F9.841611378A1ECC96FBD4ACBC0DA90C7AD94A276%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedf5cb3fc8c4382c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDuR6B2aDDOSAU-U1AHl90FWvYG4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dedf5cb3fc8c4382c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BF14AC2FC135BC63E21BE03685DC67D85DEE9F9.841611378A1ECC96FBD4ACBC0DA90C7AD94A276%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedf5cb3fc8c4382c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDuR6B2aDDOSAU-U1AHl90FWvYG4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So most of you heard that I won American Idol at Hollywood Studios in Orlando. Funny, some people thought this actually meant I made the show. I did not. But I will say, doing the one in Orlando reallllly felt real. I mean, the stage was amazing, I sang in front of 1000 people, and I had 3 judges truly critique me. So, though I'm 35 and won't ever be on the real thing, it sure felt pretty darn close. Competition wasn't too fierce, so I'm definitely not bragging. I mean, a 75 year old blind woman who sang "Crazy" by Patsy Cline nearly beat me. But it was fun! And hilarious! So, I won't embarass myself with the video of me actually singing, but here's a little clip of my interview before my performance. I'm especially fond of a tiny voice on the video saying, "that's my mommy!" See if you can catch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5536358690907550365?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5536358690907550365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5536358690907550365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5536358690907550365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5536358690907550365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-next-american-idol.html' title='I. Was. The Next. American. Idol.'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7004590880139089014</id><published>2010-05-01T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:48:13.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Middle Eastern Family</title><content type='html'>There's nothing important in these pictures, except that they are Hi-LAR-ious and I cry-laugh everytime I look at the succession! This was at Epcot in Turkey or somewhere like that. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9znGTOENwI/AAAAAAAACCY/SdT-CQITtBQ/s400/DSC03521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466498143145441026" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9znG89LzpI/AAAAAAAACCg/_vSlTw6SR0M/s400/DSC03522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466498154348924562" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9znHf20q1I/AAAAAAAACCo/y6EzF4W2Ks4/s1600/DSC03523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9znHf20q1I/AAAAAAAACCo/y6EzF4W2Ks4/s400/DSC03523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466498163717483346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7004590880139089014?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7004590880139089014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7004590880139089014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7004590880139089014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7004590880139089014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-middle-eastern-family.html' title='My Middle Eastern Family'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9znGTOENwI/AAAAAAAACCY/SdT-CQITtBQ/s72-c/DSC03521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3554391305855498923</id><published>2010-05-01T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:39:22.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place Where Dreams Come True 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1-XE1pI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ZbYYqDfUKXw/s1600/DSC03661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1-XE1pI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ZbYYqDfUKXw/s400/DSC03661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466494564133295762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waaaaayyyy back in February, we took a family vacation to kid (and parent!) paradise. Can you guess where we went???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1UWpwZI/AAAAAAAACCI/u_YvoAIF8is/s1600/DSC03506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1UWpwZI/AAAAAAAACCI/u_YvoAIF8is/s400/DSC03506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466494552857231762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My M looooooves Snow White and can actually quote almost the entire story for memory. So she was pretty pumped to meet her idol. Snow White said to her, "why hello, I'm Snow White, what is your name?" And M replied, "Snow White." She lives in her own little Fantasyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1IOuyvI/AAAAAAAACCA/9uMQJTLczZo/s1600/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1IOuyvI/AAAAAAAACCA/9uMQJTLczZo/s400/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466494549602781938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were so excited that Mimi and PopPop got to go with us. Besides really enjoying their company and making great memories, they helped so much with M, because really, besides meeting the princesses and riding Dumbo, M was NOT a fan. NOT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj0rmYfHI/AAAAAAAACB4/KMsDOo8-bVI/s1600/DSC03407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj0rmYfHI/AAAAAAAACB4/KMsDOo8-bVI/s400/DSC03407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466494541917355122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Disney World is really a honeymoon when you're there (Ha! Note the sarcasm!) Drew and I just had to get a kiss in at Minnie's house. The kids were either really disturbed, or falling asleep, I'm not sure. And no, I have no idea why my booty is sticking out. Just a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj0fSXVPI/AAAAAAAACBw/W-KUSotDEtg/s1600/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj0fSXVPI/AAAAAAAACBw/W-KUSotDEtg/s400/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466494538612167922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best stuff is free, of course, so trying on different hats at the millions of kiosks was one of our favorite daily activities. We liked to joke with O that her teeth look exactly like Goofy's. She thought it was funny, don't get mad at me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zhRkieV2I/AAAAAAAACBo/4AztB-VQk-4/s1600/DSC03368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zhRkieV2I/AAAAAAAACBo/4AztB-VQk-4/s400/DSC03368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466491739703236450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through all the rushing around, over-stimulation, and exhaustion, we all truly had a memorable, fantastic time. I'm hoping some permanent memories were made!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3554391305855498923?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3554391305855498923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3554391305855498923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3554391305855498923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3554391305855498923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2010/05/place-where-dreams-come-true-2010.html' title='The Place Where Dreams Come True 2010'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/S9zj1-XE1pI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ZbYYqDfUKXw/s72-c/DSC03661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3845508692391114395</id><published>2009-12-14T14:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:29:12.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Snow</title><content type='html'>I have a new favorite Christmas song. The words are incredible. Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgU2YC0pnbI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgU2YC0pnbI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3845508692391114395?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3845508692391114395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3845508692391114395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3845508692391114395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3845508692391114395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-snow.html' title='Winter Snow'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5849724482508910065</id><published>2009-12-09T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:45:19.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Card That Never Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Ok, I'll admit it. I'm one of those mothers. I take zillions of pictures of my children around Christmastime, just so I can get that one shot that showcases my beautiful, perfect, pristine little girls. Because as you know, the purpose of a Christmas card is to show off the beauty and perfection of your children.....right? NO? Okay, well, perhaps I strive a little too hard for perfection. However, my children are NOT perfection. I had 5 different photo shoots with the girls this season. Some of them were planned, some of them were captured in a special moment. But try as I may, I cannot get the perfect picture! The girls either make crazy faces, M starts to cry, O and E start to fight, and inevitably, one of them walks off. In the meantime, Drew and I are doing every little song and dance that we know just to get them to give the slightest grin. Not happening. This year, we are sending out an "ok" picture. Though they don't look angelic in it or anything, in artistic black and white, or in beautifully smocked dresses, they at least are captured in a truly natural moment. So I'm pleased. So when you get your card, YOU be the judge. Perfect? Not at all. Perfect in their imperfect expressions of laughter and goofiness? Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;Alas....shortly after ordering my cards from Shutterfly, I snapped this impromptu picture the other day before church. And here it is, the perfect picture of my perfect little angels. Ain't that just the way it goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAofnnua4I/AAAAAAAAB4o/xXz38Z9-0hM/s1600-h/DSC03027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAofnnua4I/AAAAAAAAB4o/xXz38Z9-0hM/s400/DSC03027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5849724482508910065?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5849724482508910065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5849724482508910065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5849724482508910065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5849724482508910065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card-that-never-was.html' title='The Christmas Card That Never Was'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAofnnua4I/AAAAAAAAB4o/xXz38Z9-0hM/s72-c/DSC03027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5906232049416466551</id><published>2009-12-09T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:35:59.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Last weekend, we spent some great family time together participating in some activities provided for us by our city. After the Tupelo Christmas parade, we headed over to make gingerbread houses. After we finished our creations, we got to make banana octopuses. As you can see, M was concentrating very hard, and I must say, did a fantastic job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmSlH5CtI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ikkMiCw6-Xg/s1600-h/DSC03045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmSlH5CtI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ikkMiCw6-Xg/s400/DSC03045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmS1D5svI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/uYK5wlyBxME/s1600-h/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmS1D5svI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/uYK5wlyBxME/s400/DSC03051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmTcI0psI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OWxj4fn9a-M/s1600-h/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmTcI0psI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/OWxj4fn9a-M/s400/DSC03060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmTgh4jNI/AAAAAAAAB4g/Z6bay0VR2LQ/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmTgh4jNI/AAAAAAAAB4g/Z6bay0VR2LQ/s400/DSC03065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5906232049416466551?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5906232049416466551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5906232049416466551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5906232049416466551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5906232049416466551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/12/gingerbread-creations.html' title='Gingerbread Creations'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SyAmSlH5CtI/AAAAAAAAB4I/ikkMiCw6-Xg/s72-c/DSC03045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4684945648342823180</id><published>2009-11-11T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:24:09.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Panda Prize winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;It's talked about from week one in school. Panda Prize. The illustrious, exclusive award that rewards those students who excel, endure, and inhabit qualities like good attitudes, hard-working, and mannerly. And my E received it for October. Oh, the joy! Oh, the look of sheer rapture on her face, knowing she achieved her goal! Oh, the look of........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZeSHpLI/AAAAAAAAByo/1iGe3b-020A/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZeSHpLI/AAAAAAAAByo/1iGe3b-020A/s400/DSC02657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ho-hum.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZT3cWiI/AAAAAAAAByw/cd_RcIarEdI/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZT3cWiI/AAAAAAAAByw/cd_RcIarEdI/s400/DSC02661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Yawn........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZuFKwkI/AAAAAAAABy4/Liphch53RnE/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZuFKwkI/AAAAAAAABy4/Liphch53RnE/s400/DSC02662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;There it is! Happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZ2P8YFI/AAAAAAAABzA/dqplAA0D3fo/s1600-h/DSC02680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZ2P8YFI/AAAAAAAABzA/dqplAA0D3fo/s400/DSC02680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Congrats, E, for getting Panda Prize this month. As you told me on the day you received it-You are Positive, &lt;em&gt;Impaired&lt;/em&gt;, and Polite.&lt;br /&gt;Uh....I think you meant Positive, &lt;em&gt;Prepared&lt;/em&gt;, and Polite.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4684945648342823180?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4684945648342823180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4684945648342823180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4684945648342823180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4684945648342823180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-panda-prize-winner.html' title='My little Panda Prize winner'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsdZeSHpLI/AAAAAAAAByo/1iGe3b-020A/s72-c/DSC02657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5095373471760516787</id><published>2009-11-11T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:14:42.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!! 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Well, Halloween was fun, but exhausting, as always, since my girls like to change their costumes mid-week. And the activities for Halloween crammed all in one week will take a wear on your costumes, I'll admit. So, you'll see below, A Dora Princess, A Geisha girl, Nancy Drew, Alice in Wonderland, Supergirl, and my most consistent child in the house, Nancy Drew (again). Thursday night we went trick-or-treating downtown, and ended the night with E throwing up in some bushes. I got a little worried, but she bounced back after a couple of days, and was hot to trot down Morning Glory to get her candy loot on Saturday. We ended the night with a hayride with friends. I'll have to update later to see the cavity damage that has been done to our youngest. M loves candy even more than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMAPeHeI/AAAAAAAAByI/E_un5QVp-Fg/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMAPeHeI/AAAAAAAAByI/E_un5QVp-Fg/s400/DSC02646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMO09yGI/AAAAAAAAByQ/nK9t7aI3PGI/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMO09yGI/AAAAAAAAByQ/nK9t7aI3PGI/s400/DSC02653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMdAX3XI/AAAAAAAAByY/xi18qxb9GFY/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMdAX3XI/AAAAAAAAByY/xi18qxb9GFY/s400/DSC02682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMaxvZzI/AAAAAAAAByg/3ixHN2qMPU8/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMaxvZzI/AAAAAAAAByg/3ixHN2qMPU8/s400/DSC02689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5095373471760516787?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5095373471760516787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5095373471760516787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5095373471760516787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5095373471760516787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-2009.html' title='Happy Halloween!! 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SvsbMAPeHeI/AAAAAAAAByI/E_un5QVp-Fg/s72-c/DSC02646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-6895870774728743179</id><published>2009-10-31T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:02:35.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M's first day of preschool, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Here she is, my silly, party girl M, on her first day of preschool. She loves her teachers Toni and Debbie and is such a social butterfly at school. I get the privilege of being her teacher for music, and she really does great in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxtqfoAJTI/AAAAAAAABws/8jOlRf8rv6Y/s1600-h/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxtqfoAJTI/AAAAAAAABws/8jOlRf8rv6Y/s400/DSC02505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxtqQHDB5I/AAAAAAAABw0/XCf-2GuYWuk/s1600-h/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxtqQHDB5I/AAAAAAAABw0/XCf-2GuYWuk/s400/DSC02507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-6895870774728743179?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/6895870774728743179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=6895870774728743179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6895870774728743179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6895870774728743179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/10/ms-first-day-of-preschool-2009.html' title='M&apos;s first day of preschool, 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxtqfoAJTI/AAAAAAAABws/8jOlRf8rv6Y/s72-c/DSC02505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4394020979828086314</id><published>2009-10-31T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:58:23.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E's Grandparent's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Our local elementary school does a great job of honoring grandparents. A few weeks ago E was so pumped to have her Mimi and Nana at her school! Mimi and Nana loved seeing E's bright, fun school! They said it's a far cry from what their schools looked like! I'd agree the same thing about mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxspSPVuoI/AAAAAAAABwM/XuP-5tzHV-o/s1600-h/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxspSPVuoI/AAAAAAAABwM/XuP-5tzHV-o/s400/DSC02509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxsqJOsS8I/AAAAAAAABwU/1OUyh-ur4yw/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxsqJOsS8I/AAAAAAAABwU/1OUyh-ur4yw/s400/DSC02510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxsqpQCuAI/AAAAAAAABwc/HXStFUPSXe4/s1600-h/DSC02512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxsqpQCuAI/AAAAAAAABwc/HXStFUPSXe4/s400/DSC02512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Hmmmm.....this is supposed to be E....didn't know she had her ears pierced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxsrGFx20I/AAAAAAAABwk/4sIzv7hZ4mM/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxsrGFx20I/AAAAAAAABwk/4sIzv7hZ4mM/s400/DSC02513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;How hilarious is this? And how typical is this view of a grandparent! They get to spoil them, I have to discipline them. Makes me excited about being a grandmom one day.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4394020979828086314?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4394020979828086314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4394020979828086314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4394020979828086314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4394020979828086314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/10/es-grandparents-day.html' title='E&apos;s Grandparent&apos;s day'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxspSPVuoI/AAAAAAAABwM/XuP-5tzHV-o/s72-c/DSC02509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4540489603675891776</id><published>2009-10-31T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:53:26.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;My sister Nancy turned the big 4-0 this year! (shhhh, don't tell!) The grandparents kept the kids and we went with several other couples to a posh hotel and celebrated the big event. I feel so blessed that not only is she my sister, she's my best friend. And I'll guarantee you I wouldn't have dreamed that to be true about 25 years ago when she aggravated me to death and called me "Jaggaba," and "Skeeter." Ohhh, how she tortured me.  I love you sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxrhbD19MI/AAAAAAAABwE/a1mojoQ49P4/s1600-h/DSC02518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxrhbD19MI/AAAAAAAABwE/a1mojoQ49P4/s400/DSC02518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4540489603675891776?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4540489603675891776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4540489603675891776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4540489603675891776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4540489603675891776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxrhbD19MI/AAAAAAAABwE/a1mojoQ49P4/s72-c/DSC02518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-689788242962940949</id><published>2009-10-31T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:48:44.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Fall pics, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I had to post these pictures, knowing they wouldn't be of interest to anyone else, but I wanted record of the fact that I had a successful landscaping experience this year. Last summer, I planted some begonias, impatients, etc, etc. They all got covered up with weeds an looked terribly puny in my flower bed. This year, I got some help at a local gardening store here, and planted what they recommended to me. I have no idea what these flowers and plants are called, but it ended up so darn pretty! This is late in the summer, so the purple flowers weren't as vibrant as they had been earlier, but you still get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqZzi-JlI/AAAAAAAABvk/aeubhISUmzw/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqZzi-JlI/AAAAAAAABvk/aeubhISUmzw/s400/DSC02495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqaVuzWjI/AAAAAAAABvs/y8gJ3BH17y4/s1600-h/DSC02497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqaVuzWjI/AAAAAAAABvs/y8gJ3BH17y4/s400/DSC02497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And these last two pictures are just some favorites of early Autumn. We went to Nashville for the Ole Miss Vandy game and stayed with our Uncle James and Aunt Nina. We had a fabulous time, especially with their sweet dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqaiQk4jI/AAAAAAAABv0/hS-DDcB_PBQ/s1600-h/DSC02554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqaiQk4jI/AAAAAAAABv0/hS-DDcB_PBQ/s400/DSC02554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxqax3fVZI/AAAAAAAABv8/gq_2h0b9RrI/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxqax3fVZI/AAAAAAAABv8/gq_2h0b9RrI/s400/DSC02561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Go Rebs!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-689788242962940949?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/689788242962940949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=689788242962940949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/689788242962940949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/689788242962940949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-fall-pics-2009.html' title='Early Fall pics, 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxqZzi-JlI/AAAAAAAABvk/aeubhISUmzw/s72-c/DSC02495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8842991324676978528</id><published>2009-10-31T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:42:18.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Had to share just a couple more pics from the birthday weekend. How cool is this cake? Cakes by Rita, for all you Tupelo folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo5pbUjMI/AAAAAAAABvE/7osG40jdCEM/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo5pbUjMI/AAAAAAAABvE/7osG40jdCEM/s400/DSC02527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I stole this idea from my awesomely creative friend Traci. We sent E on a hunt for her birthday gifts by guiding her through the house with yarn. It went very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo55IhAaI/AAAAAAAABvM/B_JmMUn-vqk/s1600-h/DSC02533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo55IhAaI/AAAAAAAABvM/B_JmMUn-vqk/s400/DSC02533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here she is opening one of her gifts. O was lovin' it and can't wait to experience the birthday yarn next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo6Naqw8I/AAAAAAAABvU/R8rsSKXeS3U/s1600-h/DSC02534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo6Naqw8I/AAAAAAAABvU/R8rsSKXeS3U/s400/DSC02534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And....yet another child wanting margaritas on her birthday. I kid, I kid! Just another breakfast ice cream float! E prefers strawberries on her pancakes, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo6WUxDhI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZpkSvTyDH8Q/s1600-h/DSC02539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo6WUxDhI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZpkSvTyDH8Q/s400/DSC02539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8842991324676978528?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8842991324676978528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8842991324676978528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8842991324676978528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8842991324676978528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-birthday-pics.html' title='More Birthday Pics'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Suxo5pbUjMI/AAAAAAAABvE/7osG40jdCEM/s72-c/DSC02527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1040058087489704258</id><published>2009-10-31T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:57:45.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E the singer/songwriter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e5ca1e34b95bc1f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-6650817441958936938</id><published>2009-10-31T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:26:56.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday E! (exactly 1 month and 2 days late!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398800077577837762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxkEQVg3MI/AAAAAAAABus/BzdfDuFuBJU/s400/Emerson%27s+6+yr+birthday6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, hello my 1 or 2 blog readers that may be possibly left. I won't spend much of this blog harping on this, but let's just say, life is good, life is busy, and life is moving along at a rapid pace. So sorry for my absence!&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little 6 year old on her birthday! We went to A Cook's Place and made homemade pizzas and lemonade. Yummmm!! It was so much fun! My camera ran out of juice, so I got almost no pictures of the day. Excuse the low quality of these. I love my flour-coated girl, though. E loves to cook, and I even love to have her in my kitchen, mess and all! Happy Birthday, E!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398800082890216626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxkEkIFVLI/AAAAAAAABu8/ZhYJcCcluqE/s400/Emerson%27s+6+yr+birthday4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxkEXJntGI/AAAAAAAABu0/TyOkV7MEhas/s1600-h/Emerson%27s+6+yr+birthday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398800079407002722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxkEXJntGI/AAAAAAAABu0/TyOkV7MEhas/s400/Emerson%27s+6+yr+birthday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-6650817441958936938?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/6650817441958936938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=6650817441958936938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6650817441958936938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6650817441958936938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-6th-birthday-e-exactly-1-month.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday E! (exactly 1 month and 2 days late!)'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SuxkEQVg3MI/AAAAAAAABus/BzdfDuFuBJU/s72-c/Emerson%27s+6+yr+birthday6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3424041484596368124</id><published>2009-08-18T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:54:35.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School 2009. A 3rd grader and a Kindergartener!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sigh. Double Sigh. I can't even look at these pictures without getting teary. I've got 2 big school girls now, and I just don't know how to take it. O started 3rd grade at a new school, and E started Kindergarten at a new school. The morning of, we started off super-motivated. As you can tell, E was especially "jacked-up" (as Drew and O would say). She bounced all the way to school, and never looked back. I, on the other hand, couldn't keep my eyes from welling with tears the whole morning. E, I am so proud and excited for you girlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG9BuQZzI/AAAAAAAABnE/N_fXGPXinsQ/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG9BuQZzI/AAAAAAAABnE/N_fXGPXinsQ/s400/DSC02362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Now, O was also excited, but seemed a little anxious at the same time. She started a new school where noone from her other school transferred. Luckily, we have one friend we knew previously in her class. However, at dropoff, O did not do as well. Let's just say after the realization she was truly somewhere new, she just had to cry it out a little before she was ready to go in class. I'm pleased to say that she's doing well now, after 3 days of school. By the way, this isn't my choice of a first day outfit ( I know that sounds snooty-sorry!) but they had field day out side the first day and they had to wear play-clothes. I'm pretty sure she's not going to put any bows in her hair this year, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG9vrVqJI/AAAAAAAABnM/HNie7J9wGGg/s1600-h/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG9vrVqJI/AAAAAAAABnM/HNie7J9wGGg/s400/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;E and her new teacher, Mrs. Kingsley. We love you Mrs. Kingsley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG-I94NOI/AAAAAAAABnU/fTdSD_68tdE/s1600-h/DSC02375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG-I94NOI/AAAAAAAABnU/fTdSD_68tdE/s400/DSC02375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;O and her new teacher, Mrs. Glover. We love you Mrs. Glover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG-YPJKkI/AAAAAAAABnc/-kC4oWilZlU/s1600-h/DSC02380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG-YPJKkI/AAAAAAAABnc/-kC4oWilZlU/s400/DSC02380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3424041484596368124?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3424041484596368124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3424041484596368124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3424041484596368124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3424041484596368124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-2009-3rd-grader-and.html' title='Back to School 2009. A 3rd grader and a Kindergartener!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SosG9BuQZzI/AAAAAAAABnE/N_fXGPXinsQ/s72-c/DSC02362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3865757924608709138</id><published>2009-08-13T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:07:49.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's wedding day, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh....it's over! Here we are relaxing at our table at the reception. Catching up with our Brookwood friends kept us from our food for quite awhile, but when we finally got to dig in....yummy, heavenly, scrumptious WEDDING FOOD! Am I weird? I really look forward to weddings because of the food! Shhh...don't tell the bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTU_JEAbnI/AAAAAAAABmM/FA0Q0q5w_vw/s1600-h/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTU_JEAbnI/AAAAAAAABmM/FA0Q0q5w_vw/s400/DSC02343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Dancing with Daddy. And who knew M was such a dancer? I have video, but it's too dark. I must post some soon, though, she's quite the mover and shaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTU_rk6AWI/AAAAAAAABmU/MMAVlyd18oA/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTU_rk6AWI/AAAAAAAABmU/MMAVlyd18oA/s400/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTVAPhLrVI/AAAAAAAABmc/R9luO7hH4iI/s1600-h/DSC02356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTVAPhLrVI/AAAAAAAABmc/R9luO7hH4iI/s400/DSC02356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Beautiful bride Ashley sweatin' in her wedding dress on the dance floor with the kiddos! What a fabulous night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTVA-ZD-aI/AAAAAAAABmk/0TJ8S7JwhVg/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTVA-ZD-aI/AAAAAAAABmk/0TJ8S7JwhVg/s400/DSC02357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3865757924608709138?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3865757924608709138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3865757924608709138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3865757924608709138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3865757924608709138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashleys-wedding-day-part-2.html' title='Ashley&apos;s wedding day, part 2'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTU_JEAbnI/AAAAAAAABmM/FA0Q0q5w_vw/s72-c/DSC02343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7847132363107326887</id><published>2009-08-13T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:56:23.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's wedding day part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I may become a beautician. Seriously. I have never used hairspray and curlers like I did last Saturday. As each girl screamed, cried, and ran from me in terror, I just kept reminding them, "beauty hurts! beauty hurts!" I'm not sure they quite got that. And I'm not sure they should......Anyway, this is the 2 older girls with their curls just out. Though it was painful for them (I actually burned O's ear!) I think they were pretty proud of their hairdos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT7tsU_gI/AAAAAAAABls/Cbltk9L3OPQ/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT7tsU_gI/AAAAAAAABls/Cbltk9L3OPQ/s400/DSC02313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Oh, bright cherubim, wouldst thou grace me with thy presence again and again? Ha! A little spitfire in angel's clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT8WF9XNI/AAAAAAAABl0/s3EC5OPAXb0/s1600-h/DSC02319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT8WF9XNI/AAAAAAAABl0/s3EC5OPAXb0/s400/DSC02319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Posing....and posing......and posing....for more....and more.....and more.....pictures. (but isn't she a beautiful bride?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT9I9ytUI/AAAAAAAABl8/1UmCtkLvym0/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT9I9ytUI/AAAAAAAABl8/1UmCtkLvym0/s400/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT-nSZM3I/AAAAAAAABmE/wLOhOCKhMiE/s1600-h/DSC02340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT-nSZM3I/AAAAAAAABmE/wLOhOCKhMiE/s400/DSC02340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7847132363107326887?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7847132363107326887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7847132363107326887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7847132363107326887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7847132363107326887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashleys-wedding-day-part-1.html' title='Ashley&apos;s wedding day part 1'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTT7tsU_gI/AAAAAAAABls/Cbltk9L3OPQ/s72-c/DSC02313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-917754950924027330</id><published>2009-08-13T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:53:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Wedding Rehearsal and Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I was so proud of my girls last weekend. Our babysitter and family friend Ashley got married in Birmingham last weekend. I was a little stressed when she asked ALL THREE GIRLS ( M? Really? I mean, she's only 2! Are you sure, Ashley?) But, I have to admit, I had always dreamed of the day that they would be flower girls. I actually never thought it would happen. But be careful what you wish for. It would have been nice to have them in 3 different weddings at 3 different times! Oh, well, who cares? It's over, and guess what? It went off without a hitch! (well, almost!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls at the rehearsal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRpTs6bgI/AAAAAAAABlM/U33PCszu-MY/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRpTs6bgI/AAAAAAAABlM/U33PCszu-MY/s400/DSC02282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ashley and the girls after a few cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRqEI5mGI/AAAAAAAABlU/-criPmFXu00/s1600-h/DSC02296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRqEI5mGI/AAAAAAAABlU/-criPmFXu00/s400/DSC02296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Rehearsal dinner was a Vulcan-here we are waiting on the elevator to take us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRrPxE4wI/AAAAAAAABlc/LqMxkI9uEYE/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRrPxE4wI/AAAAAAAABlc/LqMxkI9uEYE/s400/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And here is a goofy shot of me. I am terrified of heights. My girls must take after me, because they didn't want to stay up there more than about 2 minutes. I was thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRsTy4EkI/AAAAAAAABlk/iqo9M63Puy8/s1600-h/DSC02307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRsTy4EkI/AAAAAAAABlk/iqo9M63Puy8/s400/DSC02307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-917754950924027330?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/917754950924027330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=917754950924027330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/917754950924027330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/917754950924027330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashleys-wedding-rehearsal-and-dinner.html' title='Ashley&apos;s Wedding Rehearsal and Dinner'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SoTRpTs6bgI/AAAAAAAABlM/U33PCszu-MY/s72-c/DSC02282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8668060458705040940</id><published>2009-08-04T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:06:06.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O's Happy 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, My oldest girl O turned 8. She started off the day with margaritas and pancakes. Kidding, kidding. It's a 7-up float! In our family, when it's your birthday, you get to choose whatever the heck you want to eat for breakfast. And my girls always choose this particular breakfast. I just served it in the glass to make it festive, alright?&lt;br /&gt;2 days later, she had her party. We had an art party in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpCyK0dPI/AAAAAAAABkU/ZjOlwT1xxPc/s1600-h/DSC02121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpCyK0dPI/AAAAAAAABkU/ZjOlwT1xxPc/s400/DSC02121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The girls had several art stations. A hat decorating station, a bubble painting station, a shaving cream marble paint station, and a canvas painting station. You can see the looks of concentrations on these faces. These girls were serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpDNq7X9I/AAAAAAAABkc/2VtTxFdDb6E/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpDNq7X9I/AAAAAAAABkc/2VtTxFdDb6E/s400/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;However, as luck would have it, the sky opened up and poured rain in the middle of the party. So we had 16 girls in our mess of a garage, plus 4 grandparents, an aunt, and the random adult who appeared here and there. It was mighty crowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpDEJBuvI/AAAAAAAABkk/3DlA8of9wvE/s1600-h/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpDEJBuvI/AAAAAAAABkk/3DlA8of9wvE/s400/DSC02237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;As usual, though, what's chaotic for adults, is usually super fun for the kids. This photo is evidence of the chaos AND the fun. That's what it's all about at our house! So happy birthday (late!) to my biggest girl. You are so precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpDYHAVTI/AAAAAAAABks/i5gj5etxOxk/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpDYHAVTI/AAAAAAAABks/i5gj5etxOxk/s400/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8668060458705040940?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8668060458705040940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8668060458705040940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8668060458705040940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8668060458705040940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-happy-8th-birthday.html' title='O&apos;s Happy 8th Birthday'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SnjpCyK0dPI/AAAAAAAABkU/ZjOlwT1xxPc/s72-c/DSC02121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5667608661452984922</id><published>2009-07-19T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:27:23.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach 2009 Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Whew! Told you we were with lots of people this summer! We spent a few days with Drew's family at the beach also. How cutie pie are all of my nieces and nephews? My kids are so blessed to have so many cousins to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkFnQNB9I/AAAAAAAABik/69yLF6gA31k/s1600-h/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkFnQNB9I/AAAAAAAABik/69yLF6gA31k/s400/DSC02068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A picture of my nephew L, or as I like to call him, "The shoe-stealer." I could only find 1 flip-flop the whole trip because he'd always have the other one on! The boy never stops moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkGB9A6GI/AAAAAAAABis/0Qjex2dxk1c/s1600-h/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkGB9A6GI/AAAAAAAABis/0Qjex2dxk1c/s400/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;H and my E are 1 week apart. I love the sweet bond between them! 2 new kindergarteners!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkGUiuPMI/AAAAAAAABi0/1jAwQYnpRxo/s1600-h/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkGUiuPMI/AAAAAAAABi0/1jAwQYnpRxo/s400/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nana took the girls to Alvin's Island. I finally caved in and let Nana get them a crab. They are currently still alive, I think. I don't really care. (I'm taking a hands-off approach this time. I'll only step in when they are dead and start to smell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkGpcEKjI/AAAAAAAABi8/qAu61csVnPg/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkGpcEKjI/AAAAAAAABi8/qAu61csVnPg/s400/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5667608661452984922?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5667608661452984922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5667608661452984922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5667608661452984922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5667608661452984922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-2009-part-4.html' title='Beach 2009 Part 4'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPkFnQNB9I/AAAAAAAABik/69yLF6gA31k/s72-c/DSC02068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8038733584903239840</id><published>2009-07-19T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:20:18.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach 2009 Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Little M hangin' with her new boyfriend, Shane. Uh...I mean, Bradford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPiblOR_gI/AAAAAAAABiE/zhOgHrnftRo/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPiblOR_gI/AAAAAAAABiE/zhOgHrnftRo/s400/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My friend Sue's kids and my kids. Sue and I were pregnant with our first two girls at the same time, and though she lives in Arkansas, we have relied on each other through lots of parenting. We could tell you lots of stories. But we'd have to kill you. Our kids are perfect. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPib57SLXI/AAAAAAAABiM/hmeDE5uClq4/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPib57SLXI/AAAAAAAABiM/hmeDE5uClq4/s400/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Mimi and PopPop had an early birthday celebration for O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPicG4RiRI/AAAAAAAABiU/txgV3DVk9OU/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPicG4RiRI/AAAAAAAABiU/txgV3DVk9OU/s400/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just a great pic of our beachy, crabhunting girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPicDKtMZI/AAAAAAAABic/E-jVX-Iq30Q/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPicDKtMZI/AAAAAAAABic/E-jVX-Iq30Q/s400/DSC02058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8038733584903239840?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8038733584903239840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8038733584903239840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8038733584903239840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8038733584903239840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-2009-part-3.html' title='Beach 2009 Part 3'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPiblOR_gI/AAAAAAAABiE/zhOgHrnftRo/s72-c/DSC01941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1240138295786918036</id><published>2009-07-19T22:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:20:40.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach 2009 Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My Dad, Drew, girls, and nieces watching fish be skinned and cut outside of Louisiana Lagniappe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgqfg9WNI/AAAAAAAABhk/0VAw0yK2spU/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgqfg9WNI/AAAAAAAABhk/0VAw0yK2spU/s400/DSC01895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "lovely" photo of my sis and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgq-iXRHI/AAAAAAAABhs/0F4qq9MNFFE/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgq-iXRHI/AAAAAAAABhs/0F4qq9MNFFE/s400/DSC01918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just a cute cousin pic. How cute are they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgrLD9cVI/AAAAAAAABh0/laeBnZIzK1s/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgrLD9cVI/AAAAAAAABh0/laeBnZIzK1s/s400/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My friend from college, Susan, and I. Since this blog is full of "flattering" pictures of me (I mean, I get to pick the pictures, why not censor them down to only flattery of me??) I decided for once to just put a dorky picture on here. O told me to make a silly face. Sue left me hangin'. Joke was on me, I guess. Thanks Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgrh3-N_I/AAAAAAAABh8/yMhgn7kXHns/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgrh3-N_I/AAAAAAAABh8/yMhgn7kXHns/s400/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1240138295786918036?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1240138295786918036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1240138295786918036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1240138295786918036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1240138295786918036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-2009-2nd-pictures.html' title='Beach 2009 Part 2'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPgqfg9WNI/AAAAAAAABhk/0VAw0yK2spU/s72-c/DSC01895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1916456721658738184</id><published>2009-07-19T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:06:31.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We've gotten the opportunity to go down to the beach twice this summer. I kiddingly say that we actually "Summer" at the beach. Oh, how I wish! But this summer has been fun. I think the beach is beautiful and relaxing and all of that, but to me the best part of the beach is who you're with. So I'm posting pictures of all of the groups of people we got to hang out at the beach with. From girlfriends and their kids from Tupelo, to Mimi and PopPop, to my best friend from college and her family, to my brother and sister and their families, to Drew's mom, sister, and neice and nephew, we pretty much had a "love-fest" with some of our favorite people! (and for the rest of my favorite people out there-just call me, lets plan another trip!) It was community at its finest, and I feel so blessed to have people who love me around me. The next few posts will be of these people and pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfML21RHI/AAAAAAAABhE/PbVBlOJSvuw/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfML21RHI/AAAAAAAABhE/PbVBlOJSvuw/s400/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I cannot believe I just posted a picture of me in my swimsuit. I will regret this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfMdQqBEI/AAAAAAAABhM/2WuxbTRyptM/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfMdQqBEI/AAAAAAAABhM/2WuxbTRyptM/s400/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;All the little friends lined up!(minus M who is never agreeable to taking a group picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfMm25crI/AAAAAAAABhU/GWeHdohl-tQ/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfMm25crI/AAAAAAAABhU/GWeHdohl-tQ/s400/DSC01840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We toured the big battleship in Mobile with my brother and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfNlwMgiI/AAAAAAAABhc/HD6qEzdKP5A/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfNlwMgiI/AAAAAAAABhc/HD6qEzdKP5A/s400/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Dolphin hunting with Mimi. It was E's year! She was thrilled!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1916456721658738184?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1916456721658738184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1916456721658738184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1916456721658738184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1916456721658738184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-pictures.html' title='Beach Pictures'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPfML21RHI/AAAAAAAABhE/PbVBlOJSvuw/s72-c/DSC01589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3280584449651118133</id><published>2009-07-19T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:56:39.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As some of you may know, I am one of the biggest fans of the Broadway musical Wicked that you'll ever meet. I've been waiting 3 years to see the musical, and 3 weeks ago, I got to go! Because I'm so obsessed with the music, the girls and Drew really grew to like it, too, so they came along with me. It was better than I even could have hoped for. Absolutely amazing. We finished up the night in Memphis at the Peabody, where the girls got to be right beside the red carpet to watch the ducks march to the elevator. The ducks splashed water right on them! We then went to the top and got to see the "penthouse" where they live when they're not in the fountain. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5GB0n9I/AAAAAAAABgk/xm2hbuQC8zg/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5GB0n9I/AAAAAAAABgk/xm2hbuQC8zg/s400/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5AHFL1I/AAAAAAAABgs/r2J2wr1LOcU/s1600-h/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5AHFL1I/AAAAAAAABgs/r2J2wr1LOcU/s400/DSC01819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5bbdT0I/AAAAAAAABg0/FpXWREbq3_o/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5bbdT0I/AAAAAAAABg0/FpXWREbq3_o/s400/DSC01820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5rlnLdI/AAAAAAAABg8/lWO7rxeJlRI/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5rlnLdI/AAAAAAAABg8/lWO7rxeJlRI/s400/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3280584449651118133?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3280584449651118133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3280584449651118133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3280584449651118133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3280584449651118133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/wicked.html' title='Wicked!!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPc5GB0n9I/AAAAAAAABgk/xm2hbuQC8zg/s72-c/DSC01818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2079917823030024005</id><published>2009-07-19T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:51:16.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Block 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This year our church did our first vacation Bible school. It was awesome because we did backyard Bible school in 4 different neighborhoods simultaneously around the city. Each neighborhood had a color, and the last night, we all came together at the church for a big carnival and a "war of the colors." As you can tell, we were a part of the red team! As usual, if my girls have a chance to paint themselves, they will! We even had some friends from church come over and get painted, too! Little M was actually on the "green" team, the toddler VBS color! Next week, we will be doing one more Rock the Block in the Ida Street area, followed by a Back to School bash, where we hand out school supplies. Join us if you want to help! There's nothing big smiles on kids faces when they're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPboSU9r7I/AAAAAAAABgE/Ix2P-6A81KY/s1600-h/DSC01665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPboSU9r7I/AAAAAAAABgE/Ix2P-6A81KY/s400/DSC01665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPbokgxUoI/AAAAAAAABgM/0zJZMpZtKS0/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPbokgxUoI/AAAAAAAABgM/0zJZMpZtKS0/s400/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPbo9JYaEI/AAAAAAAABgU/75emgvASjE8/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPbo9JYaEI/AAAAAAAABgU/75emgvASjE8/s400/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPbo84UswI/AAAAAAAABgc/SdALoil1j9w/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPbo84UswI/AAAAAAAABgc/SdALoil1j9w/s400/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2079917823030024005?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2079917823030024005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2079917823030024005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2079917823030024005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2079917823030024005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/rock-block-2009.html' title='Rock the Block 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPboSU9r7I/AAAAAAAABgE/Ix2P-6A81KY/s72-c/DSC01665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3957062434334565710</id><published>2009-07-19T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:45:26.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Pretty Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I just had to post this. Drew took this and it just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPaRhzqaII/AAAAAAAABf8/1ACpQQEHXII/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPaRhzqaII/AAAAAAAABf8/1ACpQQEHXII/s400/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3957062434334565710?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3957062434334565710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3957062434334565710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3957062434334565710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3957062434334565710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-pretty-picture.html' title='Just A Pretty Picture'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPaRhzqaII/AAAAAAAABf8/1ACpQQEHXII/s72-c/DSC01724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8512101595864009738</id><published>2009-07-19T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:43:00.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Daughter Ball 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The girls and Drew went to the Father/Daughter Ball for the 2nd year in a row last month. As always, the getting ready part is the most fun! My girls love to get pampered! Back in the spring, we hit a Target and Drew picked out each of the girls a dress of his own choosing (with their approval, of course!) This made it even more fun, since I didn't make them wear smocked dresses and bows! I guess they might get a little tired of that stuff! Nothing like some body glitter, hair glitter, hairspray, mousse, eyeshadow, blush, lipstick, nail polish and crowns to make a girl feel pretty. I think Drew probably had the prettiest dates there. He didn't look so bad himself! I'd date him! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsKtI9AI/AAAAAAAABfc/PySD0OH32Gw/s1600-h/DSC01703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsKtI9AI/AAAAAAAABfc/PySD0OH32Gw/s400/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsR6h0cI/AAAAAAAABfk/DKerh5hK0GM/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsR6h0cI/AAAAAAAABfk/DKerh5hK0GM/s400/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsopQjWI/AAAAAAAABfs/aMDueGg9-so/s1600-h/DSC01731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsopQjWI/AAAAAAAABfs/aMDueGg9-so/s400/DSC01731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Of course, this is the only good picture I got of all 4 of them. The professional photographer at the event did a little bit better job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZs6f-ZqI/AAAAAAAABf0/EKT42NkLgMA/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZs6f-ZqI/AAAAAAAABf0/EKT42NkLgMA/s400/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8512101595864009738?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8512101595864009738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8512101595864009738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8512101595864009738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8512101595864009738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/07/father-daughter-ball-2009.html' title='Father Daughter Ball 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SmPZsKtI9AI/AAAAAAAABfc/PySD0OH32Gw/s72-c/DSC01703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4433780478782147881</id><published>2009-06-13T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:25:53.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Psalm of Wandering</title><content type='html'>Lord You know&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a stupid sheep.&lt;br /&gt;I worry&lt;br /&gt;about all sorts of things&lt;br /&gt;whether I'll find grazing land&lt;br /&gt;still cool water&lt;br /&gt;a fold at night&lt;br /&gt;in which I can feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I only find troubles&lt;br /&gt;want&lt;br /&gt;loss.&lt;br /&gt;I turn aside from You&lt;br /&gt;to plan my rebel way.&lt;br /&gt;I go astray.&lt;br /&gt;I follow other shepherds&lt;br /&gt;even other stupid sheep.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I end up&lt;br /&gt;on some dark mountain&lt;br /&gt;cliffs before&lt;br /&gt;wild animals behind&lt;br /&gt;I start to bleat&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;find me save me&lt;br /&gt;or I die.&lt;br /&gt;And You do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms of Life-Joseph Bayley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off."  Matthew 18:12-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4433780478782147881?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4433780478782147881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4433780478782147881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4433780478782147881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4433780478782147881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/06/psalm-of-wandering.html' title='A Psalm of Wandering'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2125777213069129236</id><published>2009-06-08T15:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:56:13.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First beach trip of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;One week after school let out, we were able to head to the beach for the week. I love going in May, the weather is just perfect! We had a great time, and spent more time at the beach this time than the pool. Just posting some pictures to show how big my girls are! Continue reading below for our little "adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11kdPV1LI/AAAAAAAABNo/5T8iJX0ioKM/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11kdPV1LI/AAAAAAAABNo/5T8iJX0ioKM/s400/DSC01585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11khacMvI/AAAAAAAABNw/Eeg8eLmQgK4/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11khacMvI/AAAAAAAABNw/Eeg8eLmQgK4/s400/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11k7ikjFI/AAAAAAAABOA/26o9advsvpg/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11k7ikjFI/AAAAAAAABOA/26o9advsvpg/s400/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11kpDOvyI/AAAAAAAABN4/ce2h3S2LhkM/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11kpDOvyI/AAAAAAAABN4/ce2h3S2LhkM/s400/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If you're looking at this picture and wondering...."What tha heck?" well, no, your eyes aren't fooling you. This is not a picture of one of my children, thank goodness. But he was a part of our family for a short time, and we will always remember him! This is our mouse, "Speedy." After seeing some droppings in the garage, we called the exterminator, who informed us that this was no ordinary mouse. This was an Alabama Beach Mouse. Who is on the endangered list. Whom we can't kill. We were instructed to find the nest, chase the mouse out, and discard the nest. Which we did! Is this not the biggest mouse you've ever seen!? It had to be 10 inches long, not counting the tail! It's googly eyes made me sad, and I was glad that we didn't kill it. It almost looked like a guinea pig. Anyway, we all sat up on the golf cart in the garage while Drew chased the thing out. We'd like to think he's in a better home now, but, sadly, he's probably like "Fievel" on "An American Tail." He's just looking for a home, and for somebody to love. Sigh. &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeH7QFWSJ0M&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2125777213069129236?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2125777213069129236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2125777213069129236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2125777213069129236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2125777213069129236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-beach-trip-of-2009.html' title='First beach trip of 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Si11kdPV1LI/AAAAAAAABNo/5T8iJX0ioKM/s72-c/DSC01585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5585198115094378677</id><published>2009-05-30T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:42:24.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Got in from the beach tonight and decided to put M in a big girl bed. Of course, things didn't go as smoothly as planned. We had a little trouble putting the bed together, so it was about 8:30 tonight before we got her in the bed to sleep. And she was exhausted. Slept 15 minutes in the car ride home and that was it. Probably not the  best timing!&lt;br /&gt;But my M is growing up. And we just felt it was time. So here she is. She didn't take it well. She was so confused, and kept calling me into the room over and over, and said she didn't want to sleep in her bed. After laying down with her for awhile, Daddy went in for reinforcements, and she finally closed her eyes. Let's pray she makes it through the night without getting out of her bed!&lt;br /&gt;I must admit-I'm a little teary about it. My littlest girl is out of her baby bed! As we packed it away in the attic, I told O, "we'll get it out one day for your babies." Although it's so sad thinking that she is my last "baby" (at least, that's what we PLAN on!) I love watching my girls grow and love being their mother, no matter how big or small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SiHuj6Y1RzI/AAAAAAAABNc/jMo0zJ-9vws/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SiHuj6Y1RzI/AAAAAAAABNc/jMo0zJ-9vws/s400/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5585198115094378677?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5585198115094378677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5585198115094378677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5585198115094378677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5585198115094378677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-girl-bed.html' title='Big Girl Bed'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SiHuj6Y1RzI/AAAAAAAABNc/jMo0zJ-9vws/s72-c/DSC01657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2441110896804217552</id><published>2009-05-24T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:41:45.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last violin recital and Relay Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;O has taken violin for 2 years now. It's been incredibly rewarding, yet incredibly challenging. Violin is truly a tough instrument to master. However, O has really matured while playing it, and it has given her a great foundation of music theory, and developed her musical ear in amazing ways. Because she's outgrown her current violin, we've decided to give up the violin for now, and pick up piano. We may revisit it in later years, but no matter what, we will never regret the lessons learned from learning this amazing instrument!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of O and her friend Merritt who played piano in the recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShohgXoxp2I/AAAAAAAABM8/Tm81S3qxJ8k/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShohgXoxp2I/AAAAAAAABM8/Tm81S3qxJ8k/s400/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;O and her very special teacher, and friend of mine, Mrs. Tricia. O was always motivated to do her best for Mrs. Tricia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shohgh7f6AI/AAAAAAAABNE/hepFUzlSTro/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shohgh7f6AI/AAAAAAAABNE/hepFUzlSTro/s400/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;O's last day of school was Wednesday. Truthfully, I let her play hooky on Thursday and Friday since all they seemed to be doing was playing outside and watching movies. I figured she could do that at my house, and with better supervision! Relay day was great fun on Wednesday, and O played some fun games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShohhR52VHI/AAAAAAAABNM/I7bRg4iBvh0/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShohhR52VHI/AAAAAAAABNM/I7bRg4iBvh0/s400/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A hilarious picture, I think! This is O pushing a potato with her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shohh0NjpOI/AAAAAAAABNU/L9PlfoMG9Dk/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shohh0NjpOI/AAAAAAAABNU/L9PlfoMG9Dk/s400/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2441110896804217552?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2441110896804217552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2441110896804217552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2441110896804217552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2441110896804217552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-violin-recital-and-relay-day.html' title='Last violin recital and Relay Day'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShohgXoxp2I/AAAAAAAABM8/Tm81S3qxJ8k/s72-c/DSC01489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1413166807487673639</id><published>2009-05-24T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:33:35.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer! E's through with Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My sweet E just finished up her last preschool year! Next year she will be starting Kindergarten, and I hardly can believe it. She is the most creative, thoughtful, free-spirited child I have. Not a day goes by that she doesn't make me belly-laugh. She really says the darndest things! For her end of the year party, we had a swim party at her classmate and friend Anne Daniel. They had a run-through sign that they couldn't quite tear! It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofnU9FU3I/AAAAAAAABMc/R0qA7B7pa7U/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofnU9FU3I/AAAAAAAABMc/R0qA7B7pa7U/s400/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofndkcG4I/AAAAAAAABMk/Jou9yOPvISA/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofndkcG4I/AAAAAAAABMk/Jou9yOPvISA/s400/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is E's very best friend Sage. I am so sad that Sage will be at a different school than E this year. She has truly been a wonderful friend to E and they match perfectly in personality. We're so thankful they go to church together, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofnsVL88I/AAAAAAAABMs/mcthbpbxJOo/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofnsVL88I/AAAAAAAABMs/mcthbpbxJOo/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The 4 girls from E's class of mostly boys! Aren't they "bathing beauties?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shofnld-RRI/AAAAAAAABM0/7d7Z40Rj758/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shofnld-RRI/AAAAAAAABM0/7d7Z40Rj758/s400/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1413166807487673639?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1413166807487673639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1413166807487673639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1413166807487673639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1413166807487673639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-summer-es-through-with-preschool.html' title='Happy Summer! E&apos;s through with Preschool!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShofnU9FU3I/AAAAAAAABMc/R0qA7B7pa7U/s72-c/DSC01474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3759049310149072190</id><published>2009-05-24T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:26:38.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance recital 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My 2 groovy girls had their dance recital last weekend. Though I missed their having "tutus and tiaras" I was truly pleased with their performances. They loved Ms. Shale and I loved this year of dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod-w09IsI/AAAAAAAABL8/rlTROuL_NP4/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod-w09IsI/AAAAAAAABL8/rlTROuL_NP4/s400/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod_Cq0adI/AAAAAAAABME/khU58vtTls4/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod_Cq0adI/AAAAAAAABME/khU58vtTls4/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod_TdnpNI/AAAAAAAABMM/urQ1pO7-TFA/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod_TdnpNI/AAAAAAAABMM/urQ1pO7-TFA/s400/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I'll bet noone at that recital had the fan club we had! The girls had all 4 grandparents, 2 aunts, and 4 cousins! We're so thankful for them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod_Vh7uiI/AAAAAAAABMU/NnUyAPj-O1k/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod_Vh7uiI/AAAAAAAABMU/NnUyAPj-O1k/s400/DSC01457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3759049310149072190?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3759049310149072190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3759049310149072190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3759049310149072190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3759049310149072190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance-recital-2009.html' title='Dance recital 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shod-w09IsI/AAAAAAAABL8/rlTROuL_NP4/s72-c/DSC01444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-6059176969779721657</id><published>2009-05-24T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:22:17.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Speriments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have 2 future scientist/biologists at my house. A day doesn't pass by that one of them doesn't mention a "'speriment" or a "klektion" of some sort. (That's "experiments" and "collections" in E talk). One day last week, we did 2 experiments. Here's the rundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentos/soda experiment-by O. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc9hNMUSI/AAAAAAAABLc/sr_j7wdVyXg/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc9hNMUSI/AAAAAAAABLc/sr_j7wdVyXg/s400/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Take 5 Mentos, and drop them into either a Dr. Pepper bottle or Diet Coke bottle. We tend to go generic on "'speriments" so we used Dr. Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc94Ssb7I/AAAAAAAABLk/VxTnusxwlDY/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc94Ssb7I/AAAAAAAABLk/VxTnusxwlDY/s400/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Result: Soda shoots (or is SUPPOSED to shoot) straight up into the air. The result was "so-so." But it was oh-so-fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      Creating a Wormery-by E. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc9_jOexI/AAAAAAAABLs/_z2ZRu81Q-U/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc9_jOexI/AAAAAAAABLs/_z2ZRu81Q-U/s400/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Take soil, sand, bark or leaves, and organic matter like apple peel. Layer in a soda bottle, add 4 to 5 worms, put bottle in warm dark place, and watch the worms over several days eat dirt, and change composition of bottle ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc-KxgIII/AAAAAAAABL0/oxuSnf8bEKY/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc-KxgIII/AAAAAAAABL0/oxuSnf8bEKY/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Results: Not so sure the purple sand didn't kill them. Never noticed any difference in soil composition, and worms didn't seem to thrive. Sorry wormeys!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-6059176969779721657?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/6059176969779721657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=6059176969779721657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6059176969779721657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6059176969779721657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-speriments.html' title='My &apos;Speriments'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoc9hNMUSI/AAAAAAAABLc/sr_j7wdVyXg/s72-c/DSC01423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4579158107598719281</id><published>2009-05-24T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:12:40.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Fuzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoat_SNVZI/AAAAAAAABLU/1dHuChBmiiQ/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoat_SNVZI/AAAAAAAABLU/1dHuChBmiiQ/s400/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fuzz. This is the fuzz that came from the doll. This is the fuzz that came from the doll that M slept with. This is the fuzz that came from the doll that M slept with that she tore a hole into. This is the fuzz that M stuck in her nose that came from the doll that M slept with that she tore a hole into. These are the tweezers that pulled out the fuzz that M stuck in her nose that came from the doll that M slept with that she tore a hole into. Enough Said.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4579158107598719281?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4579158107598719281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4579158107598719281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4579158107598719281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4579158107598719281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-fuzz.html' title='This Is The Fuzz'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Shoat_SNVZI/AAAAAAAABLU/1dHuChBmiiQ/s72-c/DSC01417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3923584296365189346</id><published>2009-05-24T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:07:55.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sprinkler of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nothing much here, just PURE joy at the first sprinkler turn on of the season! Wish I could be a kid again. Check out the elation on their sweet faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmYoB3WI/AAAAAAAABK0/8JFmsUvfUY4/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmYoB3WI/AAAAAAAABK0/8JFmsUvfUY4/s400/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmVt2ggI/AAAAAAAABK8/fV6l1on48js/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmVt2ggI/AAAAAAAABK8/fV6l1on48js/s400/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmt_ARQI/AAAAAAAABLE/X5APUcke3_8/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmt_ARQI/AAAAAAAABLE/X5APUcke3_8/s400/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZm8yl00I/AAAAAAAABLM/CI-e7tm3cwU/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZm8yl00I/AAAAAAAABLM/CI-e7tm3cwU/s400/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3923584296365189346?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3923584296365189346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3923584296365189346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3923584296365189346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3923584296365189346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-sprinkler-of-summer.html' title='First Sprinkler of summer'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoZmYoB3WI/AAAAAAAABK0/8JFmsUvfUY4/s72-c/DSC01402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1729932517221001814</id><published>2009-05-24T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:02:50.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole Miss baseball with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Drew took the older girls to an Ole Miss baseball game a couple of weeks ago. They came home worn out, sweaty, and totally pumped that they got the cool baseball players signatures on a ball that was actually used in the game! Check out my "love-struck" girls shyly asking for autographs! Drew said E was the more aggressive one, though O was right there with her asking for the signatures, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYZwadCvI/AAAAAAAABKU/UKmC1KAKg94/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYZwadCvI/AAAAAAAABKU/UKmC1KAKg94/s400/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYaLiRW-I/AAAAAAAABKc/82ACJ-FqDxU/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYaLiRW-I/AAAAAAAABKc/82ACJ-FqDxU/s400/DSC01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYaY1O9UI/AAAAAAAABKk/EwSEtoBP4dc/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYaY1O9UI/AAAAAAAABKk/EwSEtoBP4dc/s400/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYafyedAI/AAAAAAAABKs/qcx6Tp6d1gg/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYafyedAI/AAAAAAAABKs/qcx6Tp6d1gg/s400/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1729932517221001814?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1729932517221001814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1729932517221001814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1729932517221001814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1729932517221001814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/ole-miss-baseball-with-daddy.html' title='Ole Miss baseball with Daddy'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoYZwadCvI/AAAAAAAABKU/UKmC1KAKg94/s72-c/DSC01339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5516499141083074304</id><published>2009-05-24T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:58:25.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I had an amazing mother's day this year. It started off with a wonderful brunch at E's school. She gave me a pretty vase she made, a picture, sang the M-O-M-M-Y song, and served me yummy food, including the incredible petit fours homemade by Mrs. Susie herself! On Sunday, though I don't have many pictures, I woke to breakfast prepared by my hubby and children, flowers, signs all over the house made by the girls, and a NEW GUITAR! So often I feel so inadequate as a mother, and it was awesome to be remembered on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;After a special Mother's Day service at church, we celebrated the day with our own wonderful moms and ate a great lunch together. AS a sidenote: We came home with 2 goldfish that had been used as decoration, and 2 days later they were dead. We TRULY have bad luck with pets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXX6zkoPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/1aPpqgbvl3A/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXX6zkoPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/1aPpqgbvl3A/s400/DSC01328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXYCidCNI/AAAAAAAABJ8/7xRJy1KJ_Yg/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXYCidCNI/AAAAAAAABJ8/7xRJy1KJ_Yg/s400/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXYExs-ZI/AAAAAAAABKE/c3HENCOGr9w/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXYExs-ZI/AAAAAAAABKE/c3HENCOGr9w/s400/DSC01336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXYfFdLxI/AAAAAAAABKM/yqWLrvv8POE/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXYfFdLxI/AAAAAAAABKM/yqWLrvv8POE/s400/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5516499141083074304?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5516499141083074304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5516499141083074304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5516499141083074304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5516499141083074304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ShoXX6zkoPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/1aPpqgbvl3A/s72-c/DSC01328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-613266161582028178</id><published>2009-05-03T22:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:39:01.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Spring Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God."-&lt;/em&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love Spring. We're just around the corner from hot, humid summer days, but this weekend, Spring showed off at her finest. With sunshine, and a lot of rain, our family had Spring fever this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the intricate, miraculous pattern on a turtle's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331800281353644098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5cG1dpaEI/AAAAAAAABIY/8E0ZSNitC88/s400/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The hilarity of a new puppy on a leash......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331800788369779058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5ckWPtqXI/AAAAAAAABIg/uyW1iO5mG_E/s400/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hands that beautify....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331801393256196610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5dHjn36gI/AAAAAAAABIo/jJXHQ2RqMp8/s400/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes and chubby little fingers that marvel at the color....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331802010726571970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5drf4SH8I/AAAAAAAABIw/S3zUFzHOur4/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cool night breezes on freshly cut grass for a movie to be enjoyed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331802592125202546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5eNVwhMHI/AAAAAAAABI4/ZgG4VT506NE/s400/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tilling fresh earth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803116871717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5er4l1knI/AAAAAAAABJA/wRdHEt2Z0Ho/s400/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planting new flowers, with hopes of abundant growth...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803651322765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5fK_k5YNI/AAAAAAAABJI/ifVRy1J4TpM/s400/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the confirmation of new life, that comes EVERY SINGLE SPRING.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331804166077769842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5fo9MDaHI/AAAAAAAABJQ/iJ5fdNQQlFw/s400/DSC01322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From the words of Nichole Nordeman..."Open up the heavens, open up the sky...cause all of your creation wants to testify.... I have a song, so let the earth sing along....Cause I just wanna praise You."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so thankful for God's gift of creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-613266161582028178?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/613266161582028178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=613266161582028178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/613266161582028178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/613266161582028178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-spring-snapshot.html' title='Super Spring Snapshot'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5cG1dpaEI/AAAAAAAABIY/8E0ZSNitC88/s72-c/DSC01304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1468955753747894615</id><published>2009-05-03T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:03:32.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E's Mother Goose Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bArzwkiI/AAAAAAAABIA/qKoijBPy-O0/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bArzwkiI/AAAAAAAABIA/qKoijBPy-O0/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;As preschool music teacher at the First Methodist Church here, it is my responsibility to put on a Spring music show, showcasing all of our cute little preschoolers. This year, we had a Mother Goose Party, and every class sang funky versions of Mother Goose rhymes. It turned out to be a lot of fun, and I have to say, my Little Bo Peep was pretty cute!!  She had been sick last week, and looked a little pale, so I just put a liiiittle bit'o color on her, including a liiiiittle bit'o'mascara, and during the performance it started running down one eye and her face looked a little "Lolita." Although I had lots to concentrate as the music director, I made sure to send another teacher backstage to clean her right up! You know, since I'm such a "stage mom" and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bA2OO5cI/AAAAAAAABII/2YEfi17O8A4/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bA2OO5cI/AAAAAAAABII/2YEfi17O8A4/s400/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is E and her best friend Sage. They also got to dress up as Old King Cole, but I didn't get any pics of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bBB-x_RI/AAAAAAAABIQ/XiyGylMa9Io/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bBB-x_RI/AAAAAAAABIQ/XiyGylMa9Io/s400/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nana, Papa and some cousins came to see the performance, as well as Mimi and PopPop. I didn't get a pic of Mimi and PopPop, but we were excited they came, too.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1468955753747894615?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1468955753747894615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1468955753747894615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1468955753747894615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1468955753747894615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-mother-goose-party.html' title='E&apos;s Mother Goose Party'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sf5bArzwkiI/AAAAAAAABIA/qKoijBPy-O0/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2799862719174821751</id><published>2009-04-29T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:12:14.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 35th Drew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Well, I think Drew feels like his birthday was a non-event. Last Friday, the 24th, he turned 35. Our family tradition is that you get to choose whatever you want for breakfast on your birthday. Uhhhhh...sorry Drew. I also at least try to have him a cake on his birthday. Uhhhh....sorry Drew. Also, I spend weeks in advance planning the perfect gift. Uhhhh....well, I got him a massage, isn't that good enough? Ohhh....Drew doesn't like massages all that much. Oh, also...I also ALWAYS make sure to sing "Happy Birthday" to the birthday boy the minute he wakes up. Uhhhh....sorry Drew. So sorry you had to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok, so I'm not the best birthday wife this year. So I had a sick child at home. And another one going on a field trip that I had to pack for. And we were leaving for Oxford later that afternoon. And I had a party the night before.(Not a birthday one!) So, I'm not the perfect wife. That's no secret. Thankfully, his mother came up and took him out for lunch on his birthday, since she was the one who gave birth to him and all (Breech! FEET FIRST!! I might add!) And my mother got a cake for Saturday, and we celebrated with my family. And although the birthday wasn't picture perfect, and I'm nowhere NEAR picture-perfect, I'm still the most blessed wife on this earth. I have the sweetest, kindest husband. Who forgives me when I give him a crappy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfioG3xli1I/AAAAAAAABHY/N3vGeARV-aw/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfioG3xli1I/AAAAAAAABHY/N3vGeARV-aw/s400/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfioHJxQjZI/AAAAAAAABHg/12TYW1hHv68/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfioHJxQjZI/AAAAAAAABHg/12TYW1hHv68/s400/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2799862719174821751?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2799862719174821751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2799862719174821751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2799862719174821751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2799862719174821751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-35th-drew.html' title='Happy 35th Drew!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfioG3xli1I/AAAAAAAABHY/N3vGeARV-aw/s72-c/DSC01293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1755545944962375300</id><published>2009-04-29T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:11:18.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Decker Festival 2009-Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here are more pics from the day. One tip for next year-the kid section is lots of fun, but get there early, because it is BUSY and CROWDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVJs-hvI/AAAAAAAABG4/-GyPyv5fDlk/s1600-h/DSC01285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVJs-hvI/AAAAAAAABG4/-GyPyv5fDlk/s400/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVSGcFVI/AAAAAAAABHA/RsPwQM9tVPE/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVSGcFVI/AAAAAAAABHA/RsPwQM9tVPE/s400/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVUBMVTI/AAAAAAAABHI/4aDugOMachE/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVUBMVTI/AAAAAAAABHI/4aDugOMachE/s400/DSC01284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVi0v3yI/AAAAAAAABHQ/iMtXZZbDgSY/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVi0v3yI/AAAAAAAABHQ/iMtXZZbDgSY/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1755545944962375300?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1755545944962375300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1755545944962375300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1755545944962375300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1755545944962375300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-decker-festival-2009-part-2.html' title='Double Decker Festival 2009-Part 2'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfimVJs-hvI/AAAAAAAABG4/-GyPyv5fDlk/s72-c/DSC01285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-6870675183373720052</id><published>2009-04-29T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:08:53.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Decker Festival 2009-Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We went to Oxford last weekend for the Double Decker Festival and some family fun. Drew ran the 10k (and he was idiotic enough to run it without having run in months! Though he's sore, he got through it, and you have to give him credit for being 35, an inconsistent runner, and running the entire thing! That's MY man!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, O ran the 1 mile fun run, and though it wasn't documented, I believe she came in around 10th place. I"m so proud of her, and have high hopes that she'll be more athletic than her mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilwhjIE9I/AAAAAAAABGY/ZAvzuYZOoV4/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilwhjIE9I/AAAAAAAABGY/ZAvzuYZOoV4/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finish Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sfilw6w3X5I/AAAAAAAABGg/Z-ytIV0kuY0/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sfilw6w3X5I/AAAAAAAABGg/Z-ytIV0kuY0/s400/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilxM_2PBI/AAAAAAAABGo/Gof4u_B1i80/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilxM_2PBI/AAAAAAAABGo/Gof4u_B1i80/s400/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Obsessed with turtles at the petting zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilxNRKWSI/AAAAAAAABGw/31W9kzPy7ac/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilxNRKWSI/AAAAAAAABGw/31W9kzPy7ac/s400/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-6870675183373720052?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/6870675183373720052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=6870675183373720052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6870675183373720052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6870675183373720052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-decker-festival-2009-part-1.html' title='Double Decker Festival 2009-Part 1'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfilwhjIE9I/AAAAAAAABGY/ZAvzuYZOoV4/s72-c/DSC01266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4564753288212673180</id><published>2009-04-29T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:01:46.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Frisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Well, we've done it again. We've gotten another animal. A dog, to be exact. Two weekends ago, the Amory Humane Society was set up at the Railroad Festival. The girls saw these little Feist puppies, and we couldn't say no. After getting the go-ahead from the vet(since our last puppy died of distemper) we took little Frisco home. And if you didn't know-the name of the railroad in Amory was Frisco, and the park we got him in is Frisco Park. My sis came up with this. Pretty clever, eh? And isn't it a touch better than the name Buddy? (sorry, dear Buddy). Anyway, last Friday, we got wind of a rumour that Frisco's litter was diagnosed with Parvo. I'm still not sure if these dogs were tested for it, but as of now, Frisco seems to be doing okay, so we're hoping he'll be okay. Of course, with our odds, he won't make it. But we're happy to have him with us now! He's a cutie, and in a week or so, we'll know if he's truly disease-free. And, Yes, we ARE wondering if we are truly meant to have pets. Since we kill them and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfikGTYoqUI/AAAAAAAABGI/lcRa5FyygcQ/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfikGTYoqUI/AAAAAAAABGI/lcRa5FyygcQ/s400/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfikGgqOaMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/FYxpPmZisPk/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4564753288212673180?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4564753288212673180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4564753288212673180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4564753288212673180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4564753288212673180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-frisco.html' title='Meet Frisco'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SfikGTYoqUI/AAAAAAAABGI/lcRa5FyygcQ/s72-c/DSC01260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3505418375323446022</id><published>2009-04-12T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:50:49.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Morning 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;At 6:30 this morning, the girls piled into our beds yelling, "can we go look in our Easter baskets? Please, please, pleaaaaase??" I told them for goodness' sake, it's not Christmas morning or anything! But we finally dragged ourselves out of bed and checked out the loot the Easter bunny left. I don't think it was as spectacular as they'd imagined, but give me a break, it all has to fit into one little basket! And I WILL NOT go overboard on Easter. It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Because our church doesn't start very early, we had some great time decorating cookies and taking pictures. Then later this afternoon, my Mom, Dad, Mamaw and aunt Laura May came over after church, and my sister's family joined us later tonight for an Easter dinner. It was the perfect Easter day. I got to worship at my church, then spend time with my family who I love so much. Once again, visiting with my Mamaw and Great Aunt humbled me, and the day was full of more funny stories. The newest story is when my aunt Laura May claimed that my Mamaw told her that she needed to be dunked before she died, just in case. My aunt is Methodist, and was obviously sprinkled. A minor argument ensued over the issue, and my Mamaw SWEARS she never said that, because "she would never say that, because that would make her a Church of Christ. And she's not a Church of Christ. And she would NEVER say that."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hilariousness abounded, and good times were had.&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell this, my aunt is 91 and doesn't feel like she'll live much longer. I had the opportunity to ask her if she was afraid to die. She told me, "Jennifer, sometimes I'm in so much pain that I feel like asking the Lord to take me. Because I'm ready. But the Lord must need me here, so I can't ask Him to take me yet. He'll take me when it's His time. But I'm not afraid, I know where I'm going. And I'm ready."&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! Preach it Laura Mae! And what a perfect statement for Easter...Jesus hung on that cross and took on our sins. And now He's alive! And when we give him our lives, and follow Him, we don't have to be afraid. I know where I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKad2JCkFI/AAAAAAAABFM/5XH5IUfYKTQ/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKad2JCkFI/AAAAAAAABFM/5XH5IUfYKTQ/s400/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKad2_RoVI/AAAAAAAABFU/ZRc8HNuFOrs/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKad2_RoVI/AAAAAAAABFU/ZRc8HNuFOrs/s400/DSC01172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Mamaw boiled and dyed Easter eggs for the girls. She even brought stickers to put on them. They loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKaeNLZEFI/AAAAAAAABFc/TPEadu70nsM/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKaeNLZEFI/AAAAAAAABFc/TPEadu70nsM/s400/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Cousins lined up, waiting for Easter loot from Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKaeccOEBI/AAAAAAAABFk/F1ZyMmTi-ME/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKaeccOEBI/AAAAAAAABFk/F1ZyMmTi-ME/s400/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3505418375323446022?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3505418375323446022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3505418375323446022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3505418375323446022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3505418375323446022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-morning-2009.html' title='Easter Morning 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKad2JCkFI/AAAAAAAABFM/5XH5IUfYKTQ/s72-c/DSC01167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5747133912226242135</id><published>2009-04-12T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:27:58.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E's Easter Party 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We've had a week of Easter fun. E's Easter party was on Wednesday, and we made these yummy cookies to take for the party. They were "Easter Bonnets." Are these not the cutest things? E and I had such a great time together decorating them. I love it when her creativity comes out. Don't tell the others, but she's my favorite one to cook with! She's so patient, and can't wait to "speriment" and see how the food turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVG-NS3YI/AAAAAAAABEs/HiDdIpcrcfA/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVG-NS3YI/AAAAAAAABEs/HiDdIpcrcfA/s400/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I love the looks on their faces here! It's right when we said "Go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVG8avrQI/AAAAAAAABE0/UqBdf30k-ds/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVG8avrQI/AAAAAAAABE0/UqBdf30k-ds/s400/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Her sweet class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVHNmMMHI/AAAAAAAABE8/G-8mN90vXlk/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVHNmMMHI/AAAAAAAABE8/G-8mN90vXlk/s400/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;E, playing "Chubby Bunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVHQfZGGI/AAAAAAAABFE/s19V2eFgDXg/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVHQfZGGI/AAAAAAAABFE/s19V2eFgDXg/s400/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5747133912226242135?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5747133912226242135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5747133912226242135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5747133912226242135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5747133912226242135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/es-easter-party-2009.html' title='E&apos;s Easter Party 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKVG-NS3YI/AAAAAAAABEs/HiDdIpcrcfA/s72-c/DSC01120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8095169588663214743</id><published>2009-04-12T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:20:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Blooms Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This Fall, the girls and I planted some tulip bulbs by our  mailbox. I had to document this, because it's just so amazing when the blooms arrive! We were thrilled at our beautiful flowers, and the girls were super proud. My girls have been all in bloom, too. I love it in the Spring when the heavy, worn-out, dark winter clothes have been put away, and we pull out fresh new Spring attire. Some may say I push the seasons, but for Spring, I'm not afraid to pull out the lightweight clothes and throw a t-shirt under it. Whatever works to make my girlies BLOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTb8PR00I/AAAAAAAABEU/F_t-KFCxVjw/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTb8PR00I/AAAAAAAABEU/F_t-KFCxVjw/s400/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTcNEc35I/AAAAAAAABEc/FuxRP85hZEg/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTcNEc35I/AAAAAAAABEc/FuxRP85hZEg/s400/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTcLwT-AI/AAAAAAAABEk/Xe5mxk0FwiQ/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTcLwT-AI/AAAAAAAABEk/Xe5mxk0FwiQ/s400/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8095169588663214743?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8095169588663214743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8095169588663214743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8095169588663214743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8095169588663214743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-blooms-big.html' title='Spring Blooms Big'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKTb8PR00I/AAAAAAAABEU/F_t-KFCxVjw/s72-c/DSC01094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2925230597283174604</id><published>2009-04-12T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:14:37.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days and Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I can't believe I haven't ever posted about this, but this year, both of my older girls played soccer. In the Fall, for the first 3 or 4 games, it felt pretty cool. The weather was great, and it's like one big party on the field. I mean, you see EVERYONE that you know. It's great. But by the time it's over (and especially in the Spring when it's tooooooo cold!) I am so NOT excited about soccer. I wouldn't say my girls are super great at it or anything, but then again, Drew and I haven't really worked with them on it. They said they enjoyed it, so we'll see if we decide to do it next year. In the mean time, here are some pictures of them in action. I can't help but marvel at how "fearfully and wonderfully" their little bodies are made. I love seeing their little legs swing out and kick at the ball. It's a miracle in itself. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, the "Littlest Soccer Fan." M made it to most games, and though she was a pill lots of the time, she caught on to the game pretty well. Here's Miss Priss in her rainboots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-j1ZLxI/AAAAAAAABD0/T67NnBS5EKA/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-j1ZLxI/AAAAAAAABD0/T67NnBS5EKA/s400/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-oehp_I/AAAAAAAABD8/tBn6QcngLP0/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-oehp_I/AAAAAAAABD8/tBn6QcngLP0/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-9ccxcI/AAAAAAAABEE/J-P6_OXOqDA/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-9ccxcI/AAAAAAAABEE/J-P6_OXOqDA/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR_E7uqkI/AAAAAAAABEM/bSpQQ1QYxfA/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR_E7uqkI/AAAAAAAABEM/bSpQQ1QYxfA/s400/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2925230597283174604?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2925230597283174604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2925230597283174604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2925230597283174604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2925230597283174604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainy-days-and-soccer.html' title='Rainy Days and Soccer'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SeKR-j1ZLxI/AAAAAAAABD0/T67NnBS5EKA/s72-c/DSC01047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1122991855720307132</id><published>2009-04-09T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:02:12.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD FRIDAY: THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sd6mgKgKdaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WMQV7TT8jMs/s1600-h/passion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322874881103787426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sd6mgKgKdaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WMQV7TT8jMs/s400/passion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up Baptist, I never gave much thought to the days and weeks leading up to Easter. But as I've gotten older, it's gotten so important to me. And to the Baptist church's credit, it has for them too. I know several Baptist churches who have started having Maundy Thursday services, Good Friday services, etc. etc. It's a great thing. Because in all of the flowery, pastel-y, sugary, vivaciousness of Easter Sunday (which I DEARLY love), we forget to grieve for the horror that Jesus experienced when he died for us. FOR US. For me. For you. For man. So my church is showing &lt;em&gt;The Passion of the Christ &lt;/em&gt;at the Tupelo Civic auditorium on Friday night. To remind us... To remind ME... Of what He did... What God sacrificed. So if you're free at 7:00 (or 6:15, if you want to hear some awesome music!) come on over to grieve, to remind yourself of what so amazingly happened. Then go to our church/your church/ANY church on Easter Sunday and celebrate His resurrection, and give God all of the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1122991855720307132?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1122991855720307132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1122991855720307132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1122991855720307132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1122991855720307132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-passion-of-christ.html' title='GOOD FRIDAY: THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sd6mgKgKdaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WMQV7TT8jMs/s72-c/passion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1394123016363573595</id><published>2009-03-26T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:26:06.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of "Spring Break 2009 Fantastic"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Note to all of you readers just clicking on: There are several posts that go with this one, so be sure to scroll down and start at the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;M had a blast with the jumping waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusmynMJRI/AAAAAAAABCw/fTcf7QBb8zc/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusmynMJRI/AAAAAAAABCw/fTcf7QBb8zc/s400/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusnTa1qEI/AAAAAAAABC4/fYOfReEc2EM/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusnTa1qEI/AAAAAAAABC4/fYOfReEc2EM/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusnetBKpI/AAAAAAAABDA/MzeMo00d93Y/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusnetBKpI/AAAAAAAABDA/MzeMo00d93Y/s400/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   This picture just about sums it up. Though we had a blast last week, the girls all zonked out on the ride home. I praise God for this incredible family time we were privileged to spend together! Hope we made lasting memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scusng7DUnI/AAAAAAAABDI/tUOWgt0Q-EQ/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scusng7DUnI/AAAAAAAABDI/tUOWgt0Q-EQ/s400/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1394123016363573595?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1394123016363573595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1394123016363573595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1394123016363573595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1394123016363573595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-spring-break-2009-fantastic.html' title='The end of &quot;Spring Break 2009 Fantastic&quot;'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScusmynMJRI/AAAAAAAABCw/fTcf7QBb8zc/s72-c/DSC01033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5350481732517196797</id><published>2009-03-26T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:21:15.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Zoo pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;O, E, and Mo-Mo at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScurdvhYfKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2xuip797Crw/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScurdvhYfKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2xuip797Crw/s400/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                            Mo and O petting the little goats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scurd589kRI/AAAAAAAABCY/iHvtjkqoa5k/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scurd589kRI/AAAAAAAABCY/iHvtjkqoa5k/s400/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                       Okay, this looks weird, but it was so fun. This was a giant swimming pool with just bubbles all in it.                                                     The girls had a fit to get in, so we saved it for last and then changed their clothes in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScurenV_LlI/AAAAAAAABCg/y9et9S3zKNM/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScurenV_LlI/AAAAAAAABCg/y9et9S3zKNM/s400/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scure-EOvSI/AAAAAAAABCo/zV8UyhNJpaI/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5350481732517196797?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5350481732517196797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5350481732517196797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5350481732517196797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5350481732517196797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-zoo-pics.html' title='More Zoo pics'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScurdvhYfKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2xuip797Crw/s72-c/DSC01019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4912717527252596979</id><published>2009-03-26T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:17:57.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day stop-through in Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;After stopping through Birmingham and spending the night at my brother's house and having much fun with our cousins, we spent the last day at the B'ham zoo. There was a time when we lived in B'ham that we visited this zoo at least once a week. However, the girls were newly impressed this day that we went. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqsWUGp1I/AAAAAAAABBw/Zfn4nqgpWXg/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqsWUGp1I/AAAAAAAABBw/Zfn4nqgpWXg/s400/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Their favorite exhibit is the bird encounter. I cannot believe this doesn't freak them out, but they love it when the birds land on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqtKq8SYI/AAAAAAAABB4/KVST0S95UPw/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqtKq8SYI/AAAAAAAABB4/KVST0S95UPw/s400/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqtIc--2I/AAAAAAAABCA/QMeKgUTKO-o/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqtIc--2I/AAAAAAAABCA/QMeKgUTKO-o/s400/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My little M petted a baby alligator! She freaks out when she sees Chuck E. Cheese, but she'll pet an alligator. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqtUFwGWI/AAAAAAAABCI/6_DDOCBn-AA/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqtUFwGWI/AAAAAAAABCI/6_DDOCBn-AA/s400/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4912717527252596979?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4912717527252596979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4912717527252596979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4912717527252596979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4912717527252596979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-stop-through-in-birmingham.html' title='Last day stop-through in Birmingham'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuqsWUGp1I/AAAAAAAABBw/Zfn4nqgpWXg/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2179264125489624199</id><published>2009-03-26T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:10:36.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3-The Georgia Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Our last day was spent at the Aquarium. I was blown away at the quality of this facility. It was so worth our time and energy. The girls were fascinated, but I think Drew and I were even more enthralled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-U2RyaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rBsvQFb3Z2M/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-U2RyaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rBsvQFb3Z2M/s400/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                     E pretending to be frightened by the jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-YIYlGI/AAAAAAAABBY/z4RdEEzsw9E/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-YIYlGI/AAAAAAAABBY/z4RdEEzsw9E/s400/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                               M kept saying "ish, ish ish!!" She was so excited to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-vjpveI/AAAAAAAABBg/H-CEejLBm-8/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-vjpveI/AAAAAAAABBg/H-CEejLBm-8/s400/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-_Z7cGI/AAAAAAAABBo/o4yr8L2rM94/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-_Z7cGI/AAAAAAAABBo/o4yr8L2rM94/s400/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2179264125489624199?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2179264125489624199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2179264125489624199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2179264125489624199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2179264125489624199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-3-georgia-aquarium.html' title='Day 3-The Georgia Aquarium'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scuo-U2RyaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/rBsvQFb3Z2M/s72-c/DSC00971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5130337820530434187</id><published>2009-03-26T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:06:27.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 continued-Children's museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We finished the day at the children's museum. Drew took M back to the hotel for a much-needed nap, while we joined our friends for some playtime. They thought it was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoABvOiiI/AAAAAAAABAw/SpwVRnd-YIo/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoABvOiiI/AAAAAAAABAw/SpwVRnd-YIo/s400/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                              The favorite activity at the museum was the "moon sand" play area. If it weren't so darn messy, I'd buy up a whole bunch of this stuff and leave my kids for hours to create. This entertained them for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoAlXUijI/AAAAAAAABA4/ByO7CCg_M18/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoAlXUijI/AAAAAAAABA4/ByO7CCg_M18/s400/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                           At the end of the day, we drove to a downtown shopping area that was super cool. As a side note, although I have no picture, we had the most fabulous guacamole ever in our lives! I got the recipe, and will post it after I make it sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoAj7qW3I/AAAAAAAABBA/Z9LLqUrFToA/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoAj7qW3I/AAAAAAAABBA/Z9LLqUrFToA/s400/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoAkmcosI/AAAAAAAABBI/Bz_BpaMf2x0/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoAkmcosI/AAAAAAAABBI/Bz_BpaMf2x0/s400/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5130337820530434187?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5130337820530434187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5130337820530434187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5130337820530434187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5130337820530434187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-continued-childrens-museum.html' title='Day 2 continued-Children&apos;s museum'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScuoABvOiiI/AAAAAAAABAw/SpwVRnd-YIo/s72-c/DSC00953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3802978198318445363</id><published>2009-03-26T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:00:52.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 continued...more American Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Even M got her "Bitty-baby's" hair done-with a nice little bow and a little face washing, she looks as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scums5KpyKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/HEp5dp8QT7I/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scums5KpyKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/HEp5dp8QT7I/s400/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;            Eating lunch at in the A.G. cafe. Yes, my friends, dolls need menus, too. Our historical doll Felicity not only got a hip hairstyle with many ponytails, she also got her ears pierced. I think this was E living vicariously through her doll, since I won't let her get her own ears pierced for many, many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scums-sgYEI/AAAAAAAABAY/ke4K7Tm-QmE/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scums-sgYEI/AAAAAAAABAY/ke4K7Tm-QmE/s400/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScumtJWjk9I/AAAAAAAABAg/mMOKI1Uv9lM/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScumtJWjk9I/AAAAAAAABAg/mMOKI1Uv9lM/s400/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                  Just worn out from all of the ecstasy at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScumtLhYDvI/AAAAAAAABAo/fFi6Ly5_TL0/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScumtLhYDvI/AAAAAAAABAo/fFi6Ly5_TL0/s400/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3802978198318445363?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3802978198318445363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3802978198318445363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3802978198318445363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3802978198318445363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-continuedmore-american-girl.html' title='Day 2 continued...more American Girl!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Scums5KpyKI/AAAAAAAABAQ/HEp5dp8QT7I/s72-c/DSC00941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7229073986366008123</id><published>2009-03-26T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:54:49.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2-American Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The most anticipated visit we had was to the American Girl doll store. Whoever invented this idea is a genius. This is definitely a money pit, if I've ever seen one. Of course, we all just "ate it up," we loved it so much. I'd say it was for sure worth every penny. A special thanks goes out to "Mimi" for purchasing the dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends A.K. and S.A. met us at the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculRuLVeTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZPwZ0VYGwyQ/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculRuLVeTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZPwZ0VYGwyQ/s400/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                A "before" picture of Felicity, sitting in the beauty salon waiting for her hairstyle...I know, I know, ridiculous....I am aware of that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculR4OB6lI/AAAAAAAAA_4/FBwfi4sXRPo/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculR4OB6lI/AAAAAAAAA_4/FBwfi4sXRPo/s400/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                 Julie getting her hair styled as well....still aware of the ridiculousness here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculSA0_uJI/AAAAAAAABAA/BNu59lmlIgs/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculSA0_uJI/AAAAAAAABAA/BNu59lmlIgs/s400/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                               But for the love of all things girl....is this not a little girl's dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculSLXp_hI/AAAAAAAABAI/xKetLVLl1KA/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculSLXp_hI/AAAAAAAABAI/xKetLVLl1KA/s400/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7229073986366008123?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7229073986366008123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7229073986366008123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7229073986366008123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7229073986366008123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-american-girl.html' title='Day 2-American Girl!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SculRuLVeTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ZPwZ0VYGwyQ/s72-c/DSC00923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4582448778284575416</id><published>2009-03-26T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:46:08.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2009-Fun in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;First, let me warn you, because unless you are a relative or someone who is just in love with my kids, these next few blogs won't thrill you. But for the sake of documenting my kid's childhood, I must post these. And if I do say so myself, they're pretty cute! We spent the first half of Spring break in Atlanta. We stayed downtown in a hotel with an indoor pool (thrilling for the kids!) and went out on daily excursions. We finished off the visit with a stop off in Birmingham for the night at my brother's house, and the zoo. A GREAT time was had by all, and though my little M was a little more high maintenance than the other 2, she was a trooper, and it was worth the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing the beverages at the Coca-Cola museum....Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujPqrmboI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/OTXPuXXLKbs/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujPqrmboI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/OTXPuXXLKbs/s400/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujP6eeH1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Wg4Hg18tgjg/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujP6eeH1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Wg4Hg18tgjg/s400/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                       Cuties on the Coca-cola couch. Notice the big wet stain on M's shirt. She LOVED the drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujP3WLo5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/lFw-S0C9WO8/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujP3WLo5I/AAAAAAAAA_g/lFw-S0C9WO8/s400/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                   The Coca-cola bear. M wasn't toooo scared...maybe she could handle Disney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujQB-crYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/1R37fzhTqCw/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujQB-crYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/1R37fzhTqCw/s400/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4582448778284575416?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4582448778284575416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4582448778284575416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4582448778284575416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4582448778284575416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-2009-fun-in-atlanta.html' title='Spring Break 2009-Fun in Atlanta'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/ScujPqrmboI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/OTXPuXXLKbs/s72-c/DSC00893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8410964770742119212</id><published>2009-03-14T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:02:40.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 years of Marriage!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;11 years ago, March 14, 1998, Drew and I were married. I can't believe it's been that long! We were such babies then...look at all of the hair, and the baby faces! I can truly say that over the last 11 years, marriage to Drew has gotten better and better. God blessed me with a husband who has a passion for God, and a great desire to serve others, and us, his family. What more could a girl ask for? I love you Drew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sbxhv6NLzOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/jV3rc8ANzTQ/s1600-h/Wedding+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sbxhv6NLzOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/jV3rc8ANzTQ/s400/Wedding+Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here we are today, 11 years later. We've added lines on our faces, and "you know who" has a little less hair...but we're hopefully wiser, and love each other more deeply than we did in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbxhwIOiVoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cAwmjma6lz4/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbxhwIOiVoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cAwmjma6lz4/s400/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8410964770742119212?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8410964770742119212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8410964770742119212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8410964770742119212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8410964770742119212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-years-of-marriage.html' title='11 years of Marriage!!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sbxhv6NLzOI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/jV3rc8ANzTQ/s72-c/Wedding+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4329679047896407587</id><published>2009-03-10T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:57:43.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamy Potato Soup</title><content type='html'>I cooked soup tonight for the Teacher appreciation luncheon tomorrow at O's school, and was reminded of how good this recipe is. I'm not usually a big fan of potato soup because many times, the potatoes are too chunky and they burn my mouth when I eat it. Because this uses the shredded kind, it's just super creamy and flavorful. This recipe is from my sister and definitely worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy Potato Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans of chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 can water&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg of frozen hash brown potatoes (the shredded kind)&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of celery soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1/3 of a 2lb block of Velveeta&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. each of flour and milk, then enough milk to add to make 1/2 cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring broth and water to boil in a large pot. Add potatoes, bring to a boil, then turn down to a low boil for 8-10 minutes. Add soups and Velveeta, and stir until combined and melted. Mix tsp. each of flour and milk into a paste, then stir in enough milk to equal a 1/2 cup. Pour this roux mixture in. Continue to cook on low until soup is heated through and thickened. (If becomes too thick, add a little more broth or water)&lt;br /&gt;Serve with sour cream, crumbled bacon, and chopped green onion.&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4329679047896407587?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4329679047896407587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4329679047896407587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4329679047896407587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4329679047896407587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/creamy-potato-soup.html' title='Creamy Potato Soup'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2735813992286932564</id><published>2009-03-09T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:44:51.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with Mamaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbXUIyGXWWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/vt3ejBASCPc/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbXUIyGXWWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/vt3ejBASCPc/s400/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how great it was to visit with my Mamaw today. She and my great-aunt Laura May live 30 minutes away, but I visit with them like I still live 3 hours away. It greatly shames me that I visit with them so little. My Mamaw is my dad's mother, and she has 3 children, 9 grandchildren, and 18 great-grandchildren. When you throw in all of the spouses, it's a whole-lotta family going on. The coolest thing is, we still all try to get together twice a year. I don't think you'd believe the craziness that goes on at these family gatherings unless you are a part of them, but let's just say, it's never boring, and the volume level of the room we're in is at a dangerous decibel because of all of the loud-talkers and laughing. It's no wonder Laura May can't hear anymore....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my Mamaw. She is one of the most entertaining people to be around, because of her strong opinion. She's an out-of-control worrier, ("Jennifer, you're not letting your girls run around barefoot in the grass, are you? You know you're not supposed to go barefoot outside until May. Your kids are liable to get sick!") And she's not afraid to speak her mind. She once chastised a teen Chik-fil-et employee in front of me so badly, I was afraid the poor kid was going to go into the fetal position, sucking his thumb and all.  I know my mom and my aunts have it the toughest as daughters and daughter's in law, but I just enjoy hanging with Mamaw, and hearing her ideas and stories. It's a blessing to be her grandaughter. Deep down, she just loves her family and feels so blessed to have us all in her life. And she is so dad-gum funny.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Mamaw and Laura May today reminded me of how we younger people have so much to learn from our elders. Their ideas may seem antiquated ("Jennifer, I'm not saying people have to be dressed up to go to church, I'm saying they just need to be neat and clean, and present their best. Why, I don't mind if somebody comes to our church in overalls, so long as they're clean! But, I tell you what, these young people who wear shorts to church, well, I just don't think that's right at all!") However, my Mamaw and Laura May have walked some long roads, and many of those roads have been bumpy. I can't even fathom what it took for Mamaw to nurse my Papaw in their home with advanced Alzheimers until the day he died. That takes a dedication and courage that I can't imagine having in me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that, as the Bible says, we are blessed or cursed by our forefathers. I'm so thankful to say that I've been blessed by those in my family who are from other generations. My Papaw, my Grandaddy, and my Grandmother, are blessing me with the prayers of all the saints in heaven, and my Mamaw and Laura May, are blessing me with their presence and wisdom. Thank you, God, for using your faithful servants to light the way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbXUIvEfACI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6tUtLuyGo10/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbXUIvEfACI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6tUtLuyGo10/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbXUIyGXWWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/vt3ejBASCPc/s72-c/DSC00876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4494346873601055289</id><published>2009-03-08T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:21:52.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dancing 2 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8274d36d4db5be07" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8274d36d4db5be07%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AEAD369CB5960063FEEA6161B808F813298B43C.661F408E478814A5901E3A714688D588CA318555%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8274d36d4db5be07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlJ_VkknBlsqHtXrZMS5OmuI2Wzo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M's favorite thing at the party was dancing to her birthday cd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4edbc4b24a105e79" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4edbc4b24a105e79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCCD58302C4FE472F1A9E82174EBCDFC2FBAA49E.F1F3BE7F5A8962CCF7EC217DACF48B62AAF9067%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4edbc4b24a105e79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEs_DPyon_Z1grwxZUnTKvxDYA9M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday song....can you hear Drew singing? Bless him. I love that man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4494346873601055289?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4edbc4b24a105e79&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8274d36d4db5be07&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4494346873601055289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4494346873601055289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4494346873601055289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4494346873601055289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dancing-2-year-old.html' title='My Dancing 2 year old'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2668472899499049200</id><published>2009-03-08T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:48:25.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M's 2nd birthday part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick the Dot on the Butterfly (something so simple, but so fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDW9JP5MI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LsU0AHO-fXA/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDW9JP5MI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LsU0AHO-fXA/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had lots of boys at the party...so we played with cars in beans and rice(Thanks Nikki!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDW3vySoI/AAAAAAAAA74/zn8NQfuUhQI/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDW3vySoI/AAAAAAAAA74/zn8NQfuUhQI/s400/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Painting with pudding...My nephew Luke actually licked the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDXDqvLnI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Jqjow3BZuAs/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDXDqvLnI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Jqjow3BZuAs/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Just a crazy picture with Papa and the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDXC2h4tI/AAAAAAAAA8I/d_I1fut3GpU/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDXC2h4tI/AAAAAAAAA8I/d_I1fut3GpU/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2668472899499049200?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2668472899499049200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2668472899499049200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2668472899499049200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2668472899499049200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/stick-dot-on-butterfly-something-so.html' title='M&apos;s 2nd birthday part 2'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSDW9JP5MI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LsU0AHO-fXA/s72-c/DSC00802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3790936219316442212</id><published>2009-03-08T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:43:51.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M's 2nd Birthday Party Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Woo-woo, M's Two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCYtqwP9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gIGPk78COns/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCYtqwP9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gIGPk78COns/s400/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                          Hunting for crayons in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCYzmNenI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jpvQMExhLL8/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCYzmNenI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jpvQMExhLL8/s400/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                           Eating yummy cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCZODTANI/AAAAAAAAA7g/PipYZa7RSDs/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCZODTANI/AAAAAAAAA7g/PipYZa7RSDs/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                         Ahhhh!! We got Elmo for a present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCZVnxX6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/GYx66RGs0jw/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCZVnxX6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/GYx66RGs0jw/s400/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3790936219316442212?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3790936219316442212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3790936219316442212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3790936219316442212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3790936219316442212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/ms-2nd-birthday-party-part-1.html' title='M&apos;s 2nd Birthday Party Part 1'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbSCYtqwP9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gIGPk78COns/s72-c/DSC00773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8961590546414237220</id><published>2009-03-07T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:39:01.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday, M!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;M, I can't believe you're 2. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I proclaimed, "You are fearfully and wonderfully made!" And you are! Daddy and I feel so blessed that God gave you to us to be our little girl. You are precious to me,  baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh into this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgTU6zgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/j7co1_M3Qto/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgTU6zgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/j7co1_M3Qto/s400/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                              Sweet, sleepy, soft, cuddly, squishy baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgm69N8I/AAAAAAAAA64/YYwAMBpsXME/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgm69N8I/AAAAAAAAA64/YYwAMBpsXME/s400/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                              In the dress I made you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgyXHghI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ts9aPgKrVbs/s1600-h/IMG_2401v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgyXHghI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ts9aPgKrVbs/s400/IMG_2401v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                           Look at my big girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWhIDOhwI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xJzXCmpslzI/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWhIDOhwI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xJzXCmpslzI/s400/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8961590546414237220?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8961590546414237220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8961590546414237220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8961590546414237220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8961590546414237220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-2nd-birthday-m.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday, M!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SbIWgTU6zgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/j7co1_M3Qto/s72-c/IMG_2155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8381853984361695571</id><published>2009-03-01T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:17:55.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Elvis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Our friends, the Brown's, came for a visit this weekend. With all of our busy lives, it's so hard to make time for a long visit, but we feel so blessed to have had them here! They were up for anything, so we decided to be touristy and visit Elvis' house. We were cheap and didn't buy tickets for the full tour, but the kids still thought they did something big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6nYGAOUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/l39GT9Dkhmc/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6nYGAOUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/l39GT9Dkhmc/s400/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Two partners in crime, M and C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6nheQmhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/l_ABF5l9apc/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6nheQmhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/l_ABF5l9apc/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Elvis' women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6now3_TI/AAAAAAAAA5w/TWq_HMeS4zk/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6now3_TI/AAAAAAAAA5w/TWq_HMeS4zk/s400/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Swingin' on the front porch of Elvis' house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6ngKUr9I/AAAAAAAAA54/IggFSyy91SY/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6ngKUr9I/AAAAAAAAA54/IggFSyy91SY/s400/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A photo with the statue &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8381853984361695571?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8381853984361695571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8381853984361695571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8381853984361695571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8381853984361695571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-friends-browns-came-for-visit-this.html' title='We love Elvis!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas6nYGAOUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/l39GT9Dkhmc/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3855577070962394588</id><published>2009-03-01T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:41:31.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As you all know, we got a short snow today. Since we don't go to church until 10:30, we had plenty of time to play in the snow before it all, sadly, melted. There's just something about snow in Mississippi that brings out the biggest smiles! I hope our girls and the Brown girls always remember this day together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5SfJztXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/BQGwhihdyxo/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5SfJztXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/BQGwhihdyxo/s400/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5Sa0in3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/COsvXb0M3q4/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5Sa0in3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/COsvXb0M3q4/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5Stk0h1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/6d39iq5vVHo/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5Stk0h1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/6d39iq5vVHo/s400/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5Sss3CoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aUYeJH7ggWo/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5Sss3CoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aUYeJH7ggWo/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3855577070962394588?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3855577070962394588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3855577070962394588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3855577070962394588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3855577070962394588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/03/brief-snow.html' title='A Brief Snow'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/Sas5SfJztXI/AAAAAAAAA5A/BQGwhihdyxo/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-6852024264491010131</id><published>2009-02-16T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:10:35.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning!! Content may not be suitable for Germ-a-phobes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just HAD to post this. She's not wearing a diaper because we've been potty training. As I was trying to video her dancing, I got some pretty shocking evidence instead. 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Content may not be suitable for Germ-a-phobes!!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-158946213688447768</id><published>2009-02-16T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:58:55.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine weekend in Oxford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had a blast this weekend. Our friends Curt and Tammy and their 2 children came to visit. We spent a night and a day in Oxford and the weather and town couldn't have been prettier. Square Books Jr., Faulkner's statue, shopping, and football in the Grove are things you MUST DO when visiting Oxford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonrX3nxwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rSlJNGdPCU0/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonrX3nxwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rSlJNGdPCU0/s400/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonrQaGjQI/AAAAAAAAA30/1uwGp2kVSY0/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonrQaGjQI/AAAAAAAAA30/1uwGp2kVSY0/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonr428INI/AAAAAAAAA38/8f7aDRx7ea0/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonr428INI/AAAAAAAAA38/8f7aDRx7ea0/s400/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonsCepFrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/cIFTv2qmx3w/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonsCepFrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/cIFTv2qmx3w/s400/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-158946213688447768?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/158946213688447768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=158946213688447768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/158946213688447768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/158946213688447768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-blast-this-weekend.html' title='Valentine weekend in Oxford'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZonrX3nxwI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rSlJNGdPCU0/s72-c/DSC00656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7128844730903621975</id><published>2009-02-16T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:47:04.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentines, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here's the only picture I got of my girls on Valentines Day. I missed a picture of O.  E and M were very fired up here to take their Valentines to school! By the time Valentines Day came around, I was ready to vomit valentines cards. For an "invented" holiday, it sure takes a lot of work! I did, though, do a couple of really neat crafty things for their parties like &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/crafts?page=CraftDisplay&amp;amp;craftid=12115"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://crafts.kaboose.com/pom-pom-valentine-critter.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but I never took the time to take a picture. Girls, just know that I made the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoknwvxh0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Te6fRnaMvlg/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoknwvxh0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Te6fRnaMvlg/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7128844730903621975?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7128844730903621975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7128844730903621975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7128844730903621975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7128844730903621975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentines-2009.html' title='My Funny Valentines, 2009'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoknwvxh0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Te6fRnaMvlg/s72-c/DSC00600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2510421049096047876</id><published>2009-02-16T20:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:27:37.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Girls with lots of questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Although I slacked last week on E edition Friday, I thought I'd share this stimulating conversation I had with the girls we carpool with to dance. These girls are a precious group, each with their own unique personalities. After having a blast playing outside in the jeep, and giggling themselves cross-eyed, they hopped in the minivan, with a bag of candy hearts in hand, and settled into their seats for the short ride to dance. Here is our conversation, as best I can recall:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E: Do ya'll know that God is my very best friend in the whole world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;W: Mine too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A.R.: Mine too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A: Mine too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E: He's bigger than anything in this whole world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;W: I love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A.R. Me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A: I know where he lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E and W: He lives in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E: and he's with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A: But I know where he sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;W: God doesn't sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A: yes he does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(uh huh, nuh uh, etc. etc. continues for awhile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A.R.: Miss Jennifer, does God sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Me: Well, it says in the Bible that He never sleeps or slumbers, but it does say that when He created the earth, He rested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;At this point, they all just got quiet, and pondered the discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How incredible that even at the tender age of 5, His children want to know Him more. I felt like I had just participated in a mini-worship service, right there in the minivan. I pray so much that God will always be our children's best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Amazing things can be done with a jeep, a rope, and a wagon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoePk76vNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Gv40XNS6Jts/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoePk76vNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Gv40XNS6Jts/s400/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoePmdg_WI/AAAAAAAAA3c/xp0TRbElxPk/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoePmdg_WI/AAAAAAAAA3c/xp0TRbElxPk/s400/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2510421049096047876?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2510421049096047876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2510421049096047876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2510421049096047876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2510421049096047876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Dancing Girls with lots of questions'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoePk76vNI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Gv40XNS6Jts/s72-c/DSC00596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7174236039008045378</id><published>2009-02-16T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:29:36.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O.J. Carton wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Last Monday, E and I spent some fun time together outside and doing crafts. It felt really good to just keep my phone off of my ear, ignore some laundry, and PLAY with my daughter. I can't tell you how often I neglect to do that. We made a craft that only E could appreciate. It was a wallet made from an orange juice carton. This is a winner for E because, number 1, O.J. is her favorite drink in the whole world. And number 2...well, anything to hold a bunch of her money and some gum is pretty sweet! If any of you has the desire to create something so random, &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/arts-and-crafts?page=CraftDisplay&amp;amp;craftid=12121"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are the instructions, courtesy of Family Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZodUR1u2SI/AAAAAAAAA3E/s3G_W_1bHjY/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZodUR1u2SI/AAAAAAAAA3E/s3G_W_1bHjY/s400/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZodUXP7-_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/0fWTggs3EGA/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZodUXP7-_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/0fWTggs3EGA/s400/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7174236039008045378?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7174236039008045378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7174236039008045378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7174236039008045378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7174236039008045378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-monday-e-and-i-spent-some-fun-time.html' title='O.J. Carton wallet'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZodUR1u2SI/AAAAAAAAA3E/s3G_W_1bHjY/s72-c/DSC00591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8933190207685594511</id><published>2009-02-16T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:59:20.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's 60th(shh!) Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Last weekend, we spent an evening celebrating Nana's birthday. The weather couldn't have been more perfect, as you can tell from these pictures, Nana's "cup runneth over" with blessings. We truly had so much fun together, and I do not take for granted these sweet times we all have together.&lt;br /&gt;Nana, thank you for loving our girls so deeply and passionately, and thank you for raising a son like Drew! You did good!&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed to have you in our lives, and love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9emtwhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vfMlDqFkVm4/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9emtwhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vfMlDqFkVm4/s400/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                      Enjoying appetizer's before eating Drew's juicy, yummy burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9kh0I3I/AAAAAAAAA2s/DYC4j2HkpdY/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9kh0I3I/AAAAAAAAA2s/DYC4j2HkpdY/s400/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                               O and E, my tree monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9lnzaXI/AAAAAAAAA20/uo6vKxn8wUQ/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9lnzaXI/AAAAAAAAA20/uo6vKxn8wUQ/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                          Nana, and all of her grandchildren she obsesses over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ99AbIzI/AAAAAAAAA28/9V4nFATq4PA/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ99AbIzI/AAAAAAAAA28/9V4nFATq4PA/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                    Nana and Papa, and the children they spoiled MUCH less than the grandchildren!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8933190207685594511?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8933190207685594511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8933190207685594511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8933190207685594511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8933190207685594511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/02/nanas-60thshh-birthday.html' title='Nana&apos;s 60th(shh!) Birthday'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SZoZ9emtwhI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vfMlDqFkVm4/s72-c/DSC00535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-217221217890063011</id><published>2009-01-30T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:24:55.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E Edition Friday</title><content type='html'>I've decided, since my E gives me so much material to write, that I'm just going to start posting her unique outlooks on life on this blog, hopefully every Friday. It probably won't thrill many of you, but, hey, this blog's for her and her sisters anyway, so maybe they'll enjoy reading them one day. I'll have to think of other things/days to post O and M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "Look, mama, I caught a moth!!! Can I have a container for it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sure, E, here you go."&lt;br /&gt;E: "Hey, Mama, we need to feed him. Do you have any fabric?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-217221217890063011?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/217221217890063011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=217221217890063011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/217221217890063011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/217221217890063011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-edition-friday.html' title='E Edition Friday'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7672329483418707255</id><published>2009-01-24T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:51:26.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hundred Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This week was Book Fair at O's school. She won 2nd place! Here's proof she did most of it on her on....&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you, O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu3ju5FKZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fuznSEnKIp4/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu3ju5FKZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fuznSEnKIp4/s400/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu3joK6vyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/rMHha-BFMPQ/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu3joK6vyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/rMHha-BFMPQ/s400/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7672329483418707255?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7672329483418707255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7672329483418707255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7672329483418707255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7672329483418707255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/hundred-dresses.html' title='The Hundred Dresses'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu3ju5FKZI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fuznSEnKIp4/s72-c/DSC00484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4966391457885353237</id><published>2009-01-24T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:47:48.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the c-c-c-cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had freezing weather here lately. We're all getting a little weary of movies, colors, and board games, so I've tried to force the girls to bundle up and go outside. They haven't seemed to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sQSXjqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ST6C6U6OH6g/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sQSXjqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ST6C6U6OH6g/s400/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                          Ice cream is great, even when it's 20 degrees outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sZTQS6I/AAAAAAAAA00/CLOloIeImPA/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sZTQS6I/AAAAAAAAA00/CLOloIeImPA/s400/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sr4-wjI/AAAAAAAAA08/PAok7ihOKcI/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sr4-wjI/AAAAAAAAA08/PAok7ihOKcI/s400/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                      My niece Riley turned 9 a couple of weeks ago. She had a photo scavenger hunt party and the girls had a blast, although  it was freezing! I think they stayed warm, though, from running around so much. By the way...I STILL think the game was rigged.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2s2_YMCI/AAAAAAAAA1E/VvfHYyRJ4Pw/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2s2_YMCI/AAAAAAAAA1E/VvfHYyRJ4Pw/s400/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4966391457885353237?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4966391457885353237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4966391457885353237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4966391457885353237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4966391457885353237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-in-c-c-c-cold.html' title='Fun in the c-c-c-cold!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SXu2sQSXjqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ST6C6U6OH6g/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5376852695245037735</id><published>2009-01-15T20:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:20:06.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On God's Team</title><content type='html'>Today, as I was driving E and M to school, I turned the radio up and a song by Taylor Swift came on. Let me preface and say, I love listening to her. It's fun music, and my kids like it too. But there's one song I hadn't considered in it's appropriateness. And it came on today. It's the one that says, "I hate that stupid ole pick-up truck you never let me drive..." Did you catch it? The S word. The one word my kids say is a VERY BAD WORD. Don't EVER say that word.&lt;br /&gt;So the chorus begins. And I'm truckin along, humming along. And here my conversation with E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "oooooooh, she said the S word!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yeah, she sure did." I am ashamed to say I DID NOT change the station. Mistake, mistake mistake. I know.&lt;br /&gt;E: "Mom, are you on God's team?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uhhh...yeah, E, I'm on God's team, sure!"&lt;br /&gt;E: "Well, if  you're on God's team, why haven't you changed the station?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, sorry, E, I'm changing it now! That was so wrong of me. I'm so sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;E: "That's okay, but Mom, remember, God's team, right? Say it with me...are you on God's team?!&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;E: "God's team!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm considering rededicating my life, getting re-baptized, and surrendering to foreign missions.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't. I just consider myself waaaay blessed to know that just as God speaks to me and teaches me things daily, He does the same for my child!  And THIS time, He spoke to ME through my precious daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5376852695245037735?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5376852695245037735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5376852695245037735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5376852695245037735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5376852695245037735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-gods-team.html' title='On God&apos;s Team'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5455108335884318433</id><published>2009-01-08T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:09:14.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Todd's Big Star and Little Snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;You know those bright, clean, fancy-schmancy grocery stores we all go to? The ones with their own sushi bar, Starbucks, and extensive gourmet grocery selections? Do you ever miss the small-town grocery stores we grew up with? Today, I went to Todd's Big Star. The very first time I visited there, my snobby self declared it, "not the nicest grocery I've been to." I've heard this from newcomers many times since then. But as time's gone on, it's grown on me. And today, I'm it's biggest fan. The 3 girls and I are in shopping there today, and E begins complaining. "My tummy hurts, I'm tired..." if you know her well, you know she's said THAT before. So I told her to "chill out," that we'd be out of there in no time. So, as I'm back in the meat section, I'm discussing the merits of babyback ribs compared to pork spareribs with the female butcher. I picked up a rack of ribs and some chicken wings(Hey, Drew's watching the game tonight..game food, okay?) and E grabbed me tightly and said emphatically, "My tummy's REALLY hurting." I said, "Do you think you need to throw up?" she says, "Yes!" I quickly yell to the butcher, "Where's the bathroom?" and I turn E's face AWAY from the fresh meat case and start running. Meanwhile the sweet butcher lady's saying, "It's okay, honey, go on," as E begins throwing up all over me, and the floor. She threw up once more in the entry of the bathroom, and was done. After cleaning up the floor of the bathroom, we walk out, and a guy with a mop walks by. I say, "Oh, I'm so sorry, you just had to clean that up, didn't you?" He replies, SOOOOO kindly "Don't worry about it, she's just a little kid. She can't help it."&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. He even let me leave my cart in the middle of the aisle and bolt out of the store as quickly as possible!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWaxxmWU8lI/AAAAAAAAAuw/DKcBPFBvXho/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWaxxmWU8lI/AAAAAAAAAuw/DKcBPFBvXho/s400/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where M's favorite place to sit is? We have about a 25% rate of success currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWaxyKUUc0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/XrOauUMUvAI/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWaxyKUUc0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/XrOauUMUvAI/s400/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                Doesn't my 7 year old look 12 here? Is it me, or is she growing at a warp speed? Maybe it's the black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the E quote of the week: "Hey Mom, there's the cross that Jesus died on! And there's that little hat-thingy he wore! It's right there! (after spotting the cross at the car place by Danver's)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5455108335884318433?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5455108335884318433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5455108335884318433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5455108335884318433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5455108335884318433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/todds-big-star-and-little-snippets.html' title='Todd&apos;s Big Star and Little Snippets'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWaxxmWU8lI/AAAAAAAAAuw/DKcBPFBvXho/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2625501804605176658</id><published>2009-01-07T13:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:37:31.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message Remix Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Message-Remix-Pause-Daily-Reading/dp/1576838439/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231356914&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637920954164194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWUEKzAiI-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/1cEyHQZPwXg/s400/message.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year in January, a friend of mine recommended this daily Bible reading to me. I have to say, it intimidated me. I am ashamed to say that I had never read the entire Bible, EVER, in my life!..until now. And I don't say that to brag. I say that because YOU can do it too! This Bible is written in today's language, and Eugene Peterson divides the readings up so you are reading an Old-Testament reading, and a New Testament reading, daily. He writes it in an order so that it reads like a story.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blown away by it. As the scriptures say, "For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. " Hebrews 4:12.&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say, I have been pierced, just like it says! I cannot recommend this enough. If I can do this, you can too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2625501804605176658?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2625501804605176658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2625501804605176658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2625501804605176658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2625501804605176658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/message-remix-pause.html' title='The Message Remix Pause'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWUEKzAiI-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/1cEyHQZPwXg/s72-c/message.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-9185818859773293740</id><published>2009-01-06T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:49:32.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And one more Christmas 2008...whew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWO0eXHMv_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/vh38vxMJkDk/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWO0eXHMv_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/vh38vxMJkDk/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Pop-Pop and the grandkids, real ones, and American girl ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWO0eT7ajaI/AAAAAAAAAt8/M8IFKMJCWqA/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-9185818859773293740?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/9185818859773293740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=9185818859773293740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/9185818859773293740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/9185818859773293740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/pop-pop-and-grandkids-real-ones-and.html' title='And one more Christmas 2008...whew!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWO0eXHMv_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/vh38vxMJkDk/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4902698543350758869</id><published>2009-01-06T13:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:49:50.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008.....again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOztXvcRHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Rcqo3nDirj8/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOztXvcRHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Rcqo3nDirj8/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sprinkling reindeer food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOztygOaRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/QtuNf_WiTKQ/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOztygOaRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/QtuNf_WiTKQ/s400/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;With our dolls and purses before Christmas Eve service at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOzuaxAUNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OS6rXqqdHxY/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOzuaxAUNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OS6rXqqdHxY/s400/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOzuynypyI/AAAAAAAAAts/3Muu3HN95LY/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOzuynypyI/AAAAAAAAAts/3Muu3HN95LY/s400/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Little M, who got a pony from Mimi that gallops, whinnies, and snorts. Seriously. The cutest gift ever. And she loved it! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4902698543350758869?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4902698543350758869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4902698543350758869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4902698543350758869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4902698543350758869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/sprinkling-reindeer-food.html' title='Christmas 2008.....again'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOztXvcRHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Rcqo3nDirj8/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-5465276065798490119</id><published>2009-01-06T13:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:50:03.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holly, Jolly Christmas, continued again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy0Ts1uoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6XCu0zgyjBM/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy0Ts1uoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6XCu0zgyjBM/s400/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Drew and O reading the Christmas story, Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy0w__MYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6NTefDf2EX8/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy0w__MYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6NTefDf2EX8/s400/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Note to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy1IlXIbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nkNye5NlDzU/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy1IlXIbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nkNye5NlDzU/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My cutie-patooties, Christmas Eve before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy1jZYFtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/2dPReG2bRBs/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy1jZYFtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/2dPReG2bRBs/s400/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-5465276065798490119?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/5465276065798490119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=5465276065798490119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5465276065798490119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/5465276065798490119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/holly-jolly-christmas-continued-again.html' title='A Holly, Jolly Christmas, continued again...'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOy0Ts1uoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6XCu0zgyjBM/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4481615378156715005</id><published>2009-01-06T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:50:14.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Jolly Christmas continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOySn9_N2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/JyzoZGuOqT8/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOySn9_N2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/JyzoZGuOqT8/s400/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We celebrated Christmas with Drew's family on Christmas night. These are all of the cutie cousins! Being at Nana's is like being at Santa's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOyTOsri2I/AAAAAAAAAsc/xwhdGDwpORU/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOyTOsri2I/AAAAAAAAAsc/xwhdGDwpORU/s400/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I realize my oldest daughter looks like a hoochie-mama in this, but she got new dress-up clothes and this is what she was wearing when she got her NEW PUPPY! After all of the presents were opened Christmas morning, little Buddy walked in wearing reindeer antlers and surprised the heck out of the girls. They were beyond ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOyTsmojhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BcRkNc295eE/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOyTsmojhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/BcRkNc295eE/s400/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This year, I hung my Christmas cards on garland around the doorway. It turned out really cute, so I thought I'd show you. Every card was super cute this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOyT5NA7oI/AAAAAAAAAss/he7YqBjpKLQ/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOyT5NA7oI/AAAAAAAAAss/he7YqBjpKLQ/s400/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Christmas Eve, making cookies for Santa. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4481615378156715005?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4481615378156715005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4481615378156715005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4481615378156715005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4481615378156715005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/holly-jolly-christmas-continued.html' title='Holly Jolly Christmas continued...'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOySn9_N2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/JyzoZGuOqT8/s72-c/DSC00307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-8516490986950932669</id><published>2009-01-06T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:50:30.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holly, (well, mostly) Jolly, Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Well, how do you post a span of almost a month on 1 post? It's a daunting task, and one I've tried to avoid. Obviously. So, I'm just dumping it all out here, condensed, and going backwards in time. It's just easy that way. Don't hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If I didn't have this blog for my kids to see one day that they HAD a Christmas in 2008, I probably wouldn't even go to this trouble! So, here it goes, BACKWARDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxS1bKSbI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KqrNwieWdWM/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxS1bKSbI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KqrNwieWdWM/s400/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="buttonPadding hover"&gt;&lt;span id="formatbar_text_color_tt" onmouseover="EditorButtonHoverOn(this);" title="ForeColor" onclick="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this, 'ForeColor');EditorButtonClick(this);" onmouseout="EditorButtonHoverOff(this);"&gt;Little Buddy Love, our new terrier mutt, fresh from the humane society, passed away Sunday night. After days of obvious symptoms of canine distemper, we came home from Dallas to an extremely sick puppy. Drew took him the vet and had him put to sleep. As E put it so well, "He's in heaven, now. He's not sick anymore, and he's running and playing again! And he doesn't even have boo-boo's now!"&lt;br /&gt;So thankful to God the girls could learn the lesson of loss through this. Although it was hard, God is refining them through this to prepare them for the life/death experience. We had great conversations through this experience, and I wouldn't change it for a thing. The vet gave us permission to get a new dog in 6 months(b/c the virus can last in our house) so stay tuned for a new summer dog!&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos.blogger.com/img/gl.color.fg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="formatbar_text_color_tt" onmouseover="EditorButtonHoverOn(this);" title="ForeColor" onclick="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this, 'ForeColor');EditorButtonClick(this);" onmouseout="EditorButtonHoverOff(this);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxSY1CvDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/eHC2lwOpAoM/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxSY1CvDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/eHC2lwOpAoM/s400/DSC00332.JPG" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxTMvb5eI/AAAAAAAAAsE/i25SZ2ZuE6s/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxTMvb5eI/AAAAAAAAAsE/i25SZ2ZuE6s/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxTM2P37I/AAAAAAAAAsM/FH11RadTbk4/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxTM2P37I/AAAAAAAAAsM/FH11RadTbk4/s400/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Woo-hoo!GOOOOOO REBELLLLLSSS!!!! While Drew's parents so sweetly kept our kids, my sister, brother in law, Drew and I headed to Dallas for the Cotton Bowl. It was one of the most fun games I've ever attended, and besides waving my pom-pom and singing Dixie more times than I can count (or would admit!), I laughed until my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-8516490986950932669?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/8516490986950932669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=8516490986950932669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8516490986950932669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/8516490986950932669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2009/01/holly-well-mostly-jolly-christmas.html' title='A Holly, (well, mostly) Jolly, Christmas'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SWOxS1bKSbI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KqrNwieWdWM/s72-c/DSC00299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-2492288144343480368</id><published>2008-12-14T21:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:32:30.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times in Bham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUXPZiUKpPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pwo4p0NKWOs/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854175776842994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUXPZiUKpPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pwo4p0NKWOs/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back tonight from Birmingham. Our old church had asked me to come and sing a particular song for a program, so, because I hardly ever turn down a chance to sing, we went for the weekend. We also never turn down a chance to see friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great "friend" weekend. Drew's mom was just asking me if we wanted to move back to Bham, since we had such a fun weekend. I told her no, we're happy here. It's just super nice to be able to go back and visit with people who we love so much, and who love us that much back. Although we've made great connections and friends here in Tupelo, you can't compete with 11 years of friendship building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed with our friends Curt and Tammy in their new house. Their kids are around our kids age, so they all had a great time being crazy. We also got to spend some great time with Heather and Barry and their 3 kids, and our kids were in heaven. I know they appreciate their old friends, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew let me leave him and the kids early Saturday morning and meet with my old "Grace Group." Those women have walked with me through thick and thin, and I miss them terribly. It was a great time of lots of laughs, and of course a few tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks C and T for letting us take over your new home. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below and above are pics of our girls and their friends. (I forgot to get a "grace girls" pic! Dang!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279853702427311906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUXO9-81_yI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ywogNCKMNt4/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-2492288144343480368?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/2492288144343480368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=2492288144343480368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2492288144343480368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/2492288144343480368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-times-in-bham.html' title='Good times in Bham'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUXPZiUKpPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pwo4p0NKWOs/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-9102689250270164413</id><published>2008-12-11T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:13:17.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUHk1ooTpEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ioZQH9OuzvE/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278751848345609282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUHk1ooTpEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ioZQH9OuzvE/s400/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you all remember what it feels like to be disappointed? Not in others, though that's really bad, too, but disappointed in yourself? It's just a yucky feeling, a big old feeling of regret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I saw my little E be very disappointed in herself. I understood how she felt. I felt it when I was in 2nd grade and forgot about picture day, and took my picture in a red sweatsuit with unbrushed hair. I felt it when they had Annie auditions, and I chickened out of trying out. I felt it when I wrote out dozens of recipes for the Bham Junior League cookbook, and never got around to entering in any of them for a chance of publication. Disappointment. And it feels crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I realized, after holding a sobbing E, that witnessing my child be disappointed hurts even worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a simple thing: She had to bring a toy to school today to give to "baby Jesus." These toys were all going to a daycare of underpriveleged children. E picked out a fancy Barbie horse, all by herself. She was so excited. After I dropped her off to go to her class, I took the toy to the front desk at the preschool. Well, in all the excitement, E never connected with her gift. And had no gift to give to Jesus. As she cried and cried in the car this afternoon, I felt anger. Anger at myself, anger at her teacher for not recognizing what happened...it just makes me nauseous thinking that my little girl missed out on something special. And I want to fix it! But I also know that disappointment is part of life. Human beings are broken, weak, and let each other down. But as God told Paul , &lt;em&gt;..."My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/em&gt; (then Paul says)-&lt;em&gt;Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.(2 Cor. 12:9-10)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, oh man, it's hard to delight in my own child's hardships. I want to fight for her, soothe her, make it all better. But that's not always my job. Sometimes, all I can do is hold her, and let her taste the bitter tears of her disappointment. Then maybe one day, she'll find her Saviour in her weakness. And perhaps hold her little girl one day, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-9102689250270164413?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/9102689250270164413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=9102689250270164413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/9102689250270164413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/9102689250270164413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/12/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SUHk1ooTpEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ioZQH9OuzvE/s72-c/DSC00985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3315844332477642801</id><published>2008-12-05T09:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:40:19.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great FREE! educational website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.starfall.com/"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="125" alt="Starfall Learn to Read" src="http://www.starfall.com/ni/imglinks/everyday125x125a.gif" width="125" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E starts Kindergarten next Fall, and I want to make sure she knows what she needs to know for next year. I found out about this awesome website and thought I'd share it with everyone. Since we found it, she has been on it constantly, and I can tell she's learning! &lt;div align="center"&gt;Just click on the graphic and go at it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3315844332477642801?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3315844332477642801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3315844332477642801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3315844332477642801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3315844332477642801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-free-educational-website.html' title='Great FREE! educational website'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-3059484701658627815</id><published>2008-12-03T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:59:44.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Genie, the good ole elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STbW6Dd2S8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3dh3E60a72Q/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275640306362371010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STbW6Dd2S8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3dh3E60a72Q/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STbWfpvPuMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jgIWld22iRU/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275639852779419842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STbWfpvPuMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jgIWld22iRU/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who arrived at our house Monday? Genie the good ole elf! Now, I'm not big on adding ONE MORE THING during Christmas to do, since it can get stressful already. However, it is just so hilarious when we find him in the mornings! Yesterday, he had gotten in the Halloween candy (okay, I admit, I STILL haven't thrown that out), and gotten a sucker. He just threw the wrapper down and littered, can you believe that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome, Genie. You make our lives brighter around here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-3059484701658627815?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/3059484701658627815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=3059484701658627815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3059484701658627815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/3059484701658627815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/12/genie-good-ole-elf.html' title='Genie, the good ole elf'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STbW6Dd2S8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3dh3E60a72Q/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-6183893077453440953</id><published>2008-12-01T08:52:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:31:03.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thankful</title><content type='html'>Well, I hate to do this, but I've got a WHOLE LOT O' PICTURES from the holiday, so I must post one FAT blog of pictures. This is not my favorite way to blog, since you don't get good snapshots of each moment if you post the pictures in one big chunk, but if I don't get all of these up, I just might panic and want to give up on this blog thing. So, for those of you who were present in these pictures, these are for you to enjoy, and for those of you who were not present, my apologies for a very random blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making Stuffed Pork Tenderloin before our Lifegroup Thanksgiving dinner(recipe posted at&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;end of blog)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885193651511474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQoItaQ4LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nXG9FPXIsWU/s400/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Using my rarely-used china for creative Thanksgiving presentation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885637527396562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQoii-hYNI/AAAAAAAAAec/3FYZDvNIAcM/s400/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifegroup Kids (minus 5, who were sitting elsewhere)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886070221926258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQo7u4773I/AAAAAAAAAek/kp6RDssvkGM/s400/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M and her boyfriend Grish, pounding the ivories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886520306070002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQpV7lW8fI/AAAAAAAAAes/segDGyReLVs/s400/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O and E unpacking Christmas decorations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274887068878792674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQp13LSZ-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/3LDJTWGepbQ/s400/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew and M "bejeweling" the Christmas tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274892397353198802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQusBSlZNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/s5D5zBFolGQ/s400/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew and O "Decking the Halls"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274893273377235634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQvfAu_YrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2JyqksDZ9jc/s400/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O and her cousin Hannah waiting on Thanksgiving Dinner at Nana and Papa's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274894188569654466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQwUSF3dMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9MXx6sgn0Wo/s400/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Love Grandkids Christmas card attempt, #671...can you guess who's trouble?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274894842472209442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQw6WEYnCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/mVbD2xWeoyU/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beautiful big-girl cousins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274895416284570418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQxbvr6YzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zd0DJA5dqi4/s400/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sucking chocolate syrup through a straw...you know, everyone's traditional Thanksgiving dessert! (Only at Nana's would this happen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274896222845973042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQyKsXIsjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mDIGCFPLvO4/s400/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Mimi's for Houston Thanksgiving...I "Heart" cousin Matt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274896653934977970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQyjySw47I/AAAAAAAAAf0/pLG-hpi00As/s400/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cousins putting on the critically acclaimed play, "The Safe Houses and the Bumblebee"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274897229821736402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQzFTo3ddI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AD9Q5am4I7g/s400/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mamaw (who likes to embarass me at Chik-fil-et) handing out goodies at Greenhaw Thanksgiving/Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQz5AcF7_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/hqdUH3E1vdo/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274898118021083122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQz5AcF7_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/hqdUH3E1vdo/s400/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My Great-aunt Laura Mae, who is 91 years old!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQzhOPYsQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fIRVsGIERZs/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274897709409022210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQzhOPYsQI/AAAAAAAAAgE/fIRVsGIERZs/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STUFFED PORK TENDERLOIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Pork Tenderloin(the kind that is split into 2 pieces in the package)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lemon Pepper, Seasoned Salt, Garlic Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Bell Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bacon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Cup of Brown Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2 Cup of worcestershire sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Stick of Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Liberally coat tenderloin in lemon pepper, seasoned salt, and garlic salt. Roughly chop bell pepper and onion and lay between the 2 pieces of tenderloin. Wrap in bacon and secure with toothpicks. Melt brown sugar, worcestershire sauce, and butter in a saucepan and baste during cooking. Bake on 350 for 1 hour. You can serve the remaining sauce on the side, if desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-6183893077453440953?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/6183893077453440953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=6183893077453440953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6183893077453440953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/6183893077453440953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-thankful.html' title='So Thankful'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/STQoItaQ4LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nXG9FPXIsWU/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-7211787826169817168</id><published>2008-11-26T08:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:40:54.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancin' with the Folks</title><content type='html'>We had a fun night at O's school last week. They had a "Dancin' with the Folks," where the students learned a lot of group dances at school, and then took the opportunity Thursday night to teach and perform the dances for the parents. It was so cute! O was quite the dancer, and knew exactly what to do in every dance. Mimi, Nana and Papa got to come and watch, also, and we all enjoyed a hot dog dinner before the performance. The best part of the night was when O picked her Daddy to dance with her. I'm not sure she got her dancing ability from him. (and I'm not sure it came from me either!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272979729203723218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SS1jIFMF-9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/_PyxUJWjw3M/s400/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Kaylee Beth, and Merritt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272980977512072130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SS1kQvf_w8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/aeyVVU9pDSY/s400/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Papa, M, Daddy, E, and Nana-Mimi was there too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272980157015367730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SS1jg-6VoDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BedhbbMeUVY/s400/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O and her partner, Fuller. Neither one of them look really comfortable, do they?(Look, buddy, you should feel HONORED to dance with my daughter! She is AWESOME!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drew and O, tearin' up the dance floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-844bf532bbd496e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D844bf532bbd496e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2205D1BF985FD77B5BA7DD51861E20C446C23E.13FA6CDA2EFFF8C12F2C4C5B1C5E2B993F9878BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D844bf532bbd496e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkvVAFIsq50gfQhU3oHJUaFql05I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D844bf532bbd496e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331326884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2205D1BF985FD77B5BA7DD51861E20C446C23E.13FA6CDA2EFFF8C12F2C4C5B1C5E2B993F9878BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D844bf532bbd496e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkvVAFIsq50gfQhU3oHJUaFql05I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-7211787826169817168?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=844bf532bbd496e8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/7211787826169817168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=7211787826169817168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7211787826169817168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/7211787826169817168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/11/dancin-with-folks.html' title='Dancin&apos; with the Folks'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SS1jIFMF-9I/AAAAAAAAAd8/_PyxUJWjw3M/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-4452567121579064670</id><published>2008-11-25T08:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:09:42.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Little Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSwVCBRM3SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GP6Je6HFIw0/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272612388188511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSwVCBRM3SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GP6Je6HFIw0/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSwT5UJA0wI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q24xsJbT2w0/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272611139123991298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSwT5UJA0wI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q24xsJbT2w0/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      "I'm a little Indian on the go;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is my arrow, here is my bow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go out hunting hear me shout:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEAR AND BUFFALO BETTER WATCH OUT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We've had some fun Thanksgiving preparations around here lately. I am truly in the spirit after going to E's preschool Thanksgiving program. It was so great. FYI-I am the music teacher! And the music was great!(I'm not biased or anything, huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, it was all really cute, and my little E (who's becoming not so little anymore!) was an Indian. Isn't she a cutie? Something I love about E is that she loves to sing. She sings all day long, and usually songs that she makes up on her on. A fun game we like to play in my family is, "what kind of song can E make up for THIS. (fill in any sort of situation--Daddy's haircut, M tee-teeing in the potty, a cold day, etc. etc. ) It is ALWAYS entertaining. I may dedicate a post one day, just for this, with video to prove it. The precious part of it is that there's always a part in it that says something like, "Oh, God, I love...." or "Hosanna," or "God, you're so special.." so I like to think her heart's in the right place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am thankful for my Indian E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272610479409170738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSwTS6gviTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/1Xz1xVCqC1I/s400/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4452567121579064670?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4452567121579064670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4452567121579064670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4452567121579064670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4452567121579064670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-little-indian.html' title='I&apos;m a Little Indian'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSwVCBRM3SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GP6Je6HFIw0/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-351623743719444679</id><published>2008-11-20T21:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:44:17.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mimi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSYuPGyhTmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AzR3TUELmlM/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951250939170402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSYuPGyhTmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AzR3TUELmlM/s400/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSYtFgO4dwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kkveJL7FJyI/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949986458695426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSYtFgO4dwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kkveJL7FJyI/s400/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270948530510214578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSYrwwZttbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SPA9JOGDIkM/s400/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, mom, so I know that I'm a week late, but I am finally blogging about your party! My mom turned 60...I mean 50...I mean...uhhhh....sorry Mom. I truly am just so dang impressed, because you SERIOUSLY do not look 60! Not that that's old or anything.....okay, moving on, since I'm putting my foot in my mouth... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated my mom's b'day last Saturday with dinner at Danver's (hey, it may not be fancy, but it's a place that small kids running around doesn't offend as much!) and back at our house for cake and karaoke. Now any of you who know my family know we love a microphone. And for those of you who just know me, should know that I get my microphone hogging honestly. And, seriously, I'm not even the biggest hog in the family. That honor would probably go to Blake or my Dad, and may be passed on to E pretty soon. She couldn't get enough of that mike. Sigh. That child is TRULY mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had good times together, and laughed a lot, and celebrated Mom, and our family. Does it get much better than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to honor my mom on here, because I love her! I am so thankful for you mom. Thanks for loving me unconditionally(even though I have a big mouth and am REALLY stubborn), and thanks for the blessing you are to my girls. I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-351623743719444679?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/351623743719444679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=351623743719444679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/351623743719444679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/351623743719444679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mimi.html' title='Happy Birthday Mimi!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSYuPGyhTmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AzR3TUELmlM/s72-c/DSC00639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-971789593921491830</id><published>2008-11-19T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:04:36.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hot Rod!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRhophP8sI/AAAAAAAAAc0/OwJ8LZEALqs/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270444814898295490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRhophP8sI/AAAAAAAAAc0/OwJ8LZEALqs/s400/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we had a blast of a weekend! For one, we all took a step back in time to the 80's. Doesn't really seem that long ago, does it? If you're wondering what in the heck we've got on, we were dressed for a birthday party for my brother-in-law, Rodney. It was 80's themed, complete with 80's karaoke, and 80's music to dance to. Needless to say, we probably got a little too excited about the dressing up thing. (as usual!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must confess, I didn't look much like this in the 80's. I was much more conservative, and much less attractive. I favored the sweater vests, walking shorts, and Dexter look much more the the Molly Ringwald look. But, of course, my secret desire was to BE Molly Ringwald, so I  had to fulfill this here. I also had a huge crush on Corey Haim, so my hubby kind of went for that look.(cute spikey hair......recessed of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other people featured in these pics are my sis-in-law, Leigh, who isn't afraid to sport a side ponytail, my brother Blake, who looked just like John Cusack in Say Anything, and my sister, who just looked plain "hot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O just said I looked like Sharpay. Maybe Sharpay isn't THIS trashy looking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing better than having a great time with your own siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and by the way, it isn't a PARTY until somebody shatters the crowns on their front teeth while doing "The Worm." Glad you got it fixed, Chuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRhCwVBJ8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/twMgBFUA2jg/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270444163891013570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRhCwVBJ8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/twMgBFUA2jg/s400/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRgbgWpkuI/AAAAAAAAAck/whpfyzyaimw/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270443489587991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRgbgWpkuI/AAAAAAAAAck/whpfyzyaimw/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-971789593921491830?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/971789593921491830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=971789593921491830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/971789593921491830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/971789593921491830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-hot-rod.html' title='Happy Birthday Hot Rod!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SSRhophP8sI/AAAAAAAAAc0/OwJ8LZEALqs/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1718903057216781789</id><published>2008-11-11T13:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:38:45.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E can ride a bike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Drew's worked with E for months on riding her bike without training wheels. She just wouldn't commit. She'd stop pedaling, or not watch where she was going, but we kept feeling like she could do it if she really wanted to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were correct. She's so much like me in many ways, and one of those ways is that she is really motivated by others. So, when her best friend Sage learned to ride, E was READY. She learned that very day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm proud to say, I'm the one who taught her in the end. Which makes me feel good, since Daddy usually gets that privilege. Right now, he taught O, and I taught E. We'll have to see who gets to M first. I'm planning on working on it with her this afternoon. 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What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266866404896237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SRerFxdHaAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/F_eY4Zx3U_U/s400/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-4827973572064598102?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/4827973572064598102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=4827973572064598102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4827973572064598102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/4827973572064598102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-camera.html' title='New Camera!!!!'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SRerFxdHaAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/F_eY4Zx3U_U/s72-c/DSC00432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306491173004301049.post-1199548494106561627</id><published>2008-11-09T15:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:25:06.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyewitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had. Acts 4:32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of being an eyewitness to one of the most beautiful acts of kindness that happened in the world today. Today, our pastor preached on giving. I know some of us grow to dread the "stewardship" sermons that come up once a year, but our preacher did it with his typical freshness and authenticity.This was a sermon in a series of 3 about giving. One thing I love our pastor is that he preaches biblical truth, sometimes truths that are hard to swallow, but preaches them with an amazing attitude of brokenness and grace.&lt;br /&gt;As he preached about giving to others, he said we are responsible for the downtrodden-the widows, orphans, poor, etc. etc. He went on to say that in this economy, we have many that are struggling to make it without jobs. He pointed out 1 family in particular, and showed a video of this church member talking about the journey through unemployment. This particular man is a true servant of the church. You constantly see he and his wife serving diligently, with much passion. He has been without a job for many months, and has 2 children. In the video, he spoke of how good God is. He spoke of how independent he was of God before (when he had financial security) and how dependent he is on God now (with no financial security). This has caused a radical tranformation in him. After the video, our pastor, with much grace, (as usual) asked for an offering for this family. Now I have never been in a church that this was done. I've seen some wonderful behind the scenes stuff, but never an open asking for offering of an individual. And some of you might be critics as to whether or not it was appropriate. But I would tell you that the Holy Spirit was moving so strongly in the room, appropriate-ness was not even a question. This family has needs, and the church wanted to move. And oh, did they ever move. I was on stage helping with the music, and to observe this action was one of the most humbling experiences I've ever had. Very quickly and enthusiastically, people got up from their seats and started laying money at the altar. As they went up, they either layed hands on this family, prayed with them, or hugged them. This wasn't just 25% of the church, 50% of the church, or even 75%. This was the majority of the church on their feet, moving to bless this family.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I'll ever forget this day at church. I can't wait to see all of the ways God wants to move, if we'll only step out from behind our pride and let Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306491173004301049-1199548494106561627?l=thelovesinms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/feeds/1199548494106561627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3306491173004301049&amp;postID=1199548494106561627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1199548494106561627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306491173004301049/posts/default/1199548494106561627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelovesinms.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyewitness.html' title='Eyewitness'/><author><name>The Love's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05161061925872306349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLPgwsEGDk0/SE6f_ZdC0zI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BHgok6s6QAM/S220/DSCN4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
