<?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-3365622794514054323</id><updated>2012-01-03T06:28:46.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Housewife</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of an Alabama housewife and mom of twins</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-5283592653938977824</id><published>2008-11-01T18:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:06:51.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandaddy Visits!</title><content type='html'>Grandaddy came to visit during October and it was so much fun! We all met at Ihop for breakfast and Grandaddy and the Hubby went to the Alabama game. Roll Tide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz7Q9QrULI/AAAAAAAABSo/uI0ukzBfFdU/s1600-h/DSC05936.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/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz7Q9QrULI/AAAAAAAABSo/uI0ukzBfFdU/s400/DSC05936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263858333230256306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi is acting shy for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz60CzpUVI/AAAAAAAABSg/qF01OqzUVKc/s1600-h/DSC05943.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/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz60CzpUVI/AAAAAAAABSg/qF01OqzUVKc/s400/DSC05943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263857836502896978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she quickly forgets her shyness when the food is served!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6ztD1JBI/AAAAAAAABSY/FvEcdps_3Ic/s1600-h/DSC05920.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/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6ztD1JBI/AAAAAAAABSY/FvEcdps_3Ic/s400/DSC05920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263857830665200658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garrett holds his first granddaughter as proud mommy Brianna looks on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6zU_7zrI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OHFuc-RPTU0/s1600-h/DSC05954.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/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6zU_7zrI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OHFuc-RPTU0/s400/DSC05954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263857824206409394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys! Trent, Grandaddy, Camden, and The Hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6ypN3g6I/AAAAAAAABSI/an9ijL4WtCM/s1600-h/DSC05928.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/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6ypN3g6I/AAAAAAAABSI/an9ijL4WtCM/s400/DSC05928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263857812453688226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Jaymee chats with her Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6yFBug0I/AAAAAAAABSA/RfOshvTG4Qg/s1600-h/DSC05930.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/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz6yFBug0I/AAAAAAAABSA/RfOshvTG4Qg/s400/DSC05930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263857802739090242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandaddy and his little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-5283592653938977824?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5283592653938977824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=5283592653938977824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/5283592653938977824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/5283592653938977824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandaddy-visits.html' title='Grandaddy Visits!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SQz7Q9QrULI/AAAAAAAABSo/uI0ukzBfFdU/s72-c/DSC05936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-8395633688607164053</id><published>2008-09-17T12:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:24:29.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to the zoo the other day, and we had soooo much fun! The twins are old enough now to know the names of many different animals and they really had a great time. My favorite thing was having a whole day with my kids and the Hubby; that really made the day perfect. Plus, it was nice to do something different; I think my kids are tired of going to Wal-Mart all the time. I go to Wal-Mart anywhere from four to ten times a week; seriously! What is up with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRqTy2sUI/AAAAAAAABP4/vMk-w3Ow3K8/s1600-h/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRqTy2sUI/AAAAAAAABP4/vMk-w3Ow3K8/s400/DSC05723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064828173267266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby holds Camden and Kensi as they watch the turtles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRqmliADI/AAAAAAAABQA/LUFNLcnHJPY/s1600-h/DSC05728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRqmliADI/AAAAAAAABQA/LUFNLcnHJPY/s400/DSC05728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064833217658930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi is wearing her adorable pigtails and Camden points to the iguana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRrO402gI/AAAAAAAABQI/erQup-C3rE4/s1600-h/DSC05765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRrO402gI/AAAAAAAABQI/erQup-C3rE4/s400/DSC05765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064844036004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every trip to the zoo simply must include a train ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRrI5MBwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iVNCeDGmaJQ/s1600-h/DSC05761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRrI5MBwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/iVNCeDGmaJQ/s400/DSC05761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064842426910466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The napping crocodiles. Sounds like the name of a restaurant in Florida, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRrV0egCI/AAAAAAAABQY/YSAXCCGsOXU/s1600-h/DSC05788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRrV0egCI/AAAAAAAABQY/YSAXCCGsOXU/s400/DSC05788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064845896810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sleeping Tiger. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sounds like the name of a movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS7bhPJOI/AAAAAAAABQg/i-_ndlx7mLg/s1600-h/DSC05786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS7bhPJOI/AAAAAAAABQg/i-_ndlx7mLg/s400/DSC05786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247066221816259810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Kensi, check out the tiger down there! (Yes, we know our son is wearing a pink backpack. It is not indicative of anything except that he wanted to wear a backpack at that particular moment. Don't be hatin!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS7vAAhkI/AAAAAAAABQo/wi_Eehs920E/s1600-h/DSC05780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS7vAAhkI/AAAAAAAABQo/wi_Eehs920E/s400/DSC05780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247066227045598786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The camels were really stinky! Camden loves to talk about the stinky camels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS77m6VdI/AAAAAAAABQw/pvx49r2PQSc/s1600-h/DSC05791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS77m6VdI/AAAAAAAABQw/pvx49r2PQSc/s400/DSC05791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247066230429996498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a break from the heat and resting indoors. It was really hot that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS8Ij7ArI/AAAAAAAABQ4/peRUHeUafgA/s1600-h/DSC05755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFS8Ij7ArI/AAAAAAAABQ4/peRUHeUafgA/s400/DSC05755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247066233907118770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the kids favorite thing; pushing the strollers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-8395633688607164053?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8395633688607164053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=8395633688607164053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/8395633688607164053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/8395633688607164053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SNFRqTy2sUI/AAAAAAAABP4/vMk-w3Ow3K8/s72-c/DSC05723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6038827100865234330</id><published>2008-08-16T10:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:13:47.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the new camera</title><content type='html'>The other day I pulled out my new camera, freshly inspired to take amazing pictures of my kids. But I soon realized that I know absolutely nothing whatsoever about my camera or how to actually take pictures that look remotely like something a professional would do. So, I started at the beginning. I read the owners manual! Have you ever read the owners manual of anything you own? Me neither; at least until this camera. And after reading (and skipping) through the manual, it only further convinced my of how little I know about photography. Although I did finally learn what aperture is. (Thank you Shannon!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my camera is pretty high tech, so I did the best I could. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBCYlcmZI/AAAAAAAABOU/VsbTNOJ-atg/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBCYlcmZI/AAAAAAAABOU/VsbTNOJ-atg/s400/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154232312371602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden loves our cat, Darcy, and likes to rub heads with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBC4yE_aI/AAAAAAAABOc/y1TvzutQ15s/s1600-h/IMG_1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBC4yE_aI/AAAAAAAABOc/y1TvzutQ15s/s400/IMG_1147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154240955284898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi plays with a toy while in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBDGQUpkI/AAAAAAAABOk/z1Mg6hyKM2g/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBDGQUpkI/AAAAAAAABOk/z1Mg6hyKM2g/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154244571801154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one's a little blurry, I know. I am not a professional so don't be hatin'. But I still like this and almost think it has a bit of an artsy look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBDd2evnI/AAAAAAAABOs/S_DIdzqF04o/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBDd2evnI/AAAAAAAABOs/S_DIdzqF04o/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154250905861746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the close-up setting on Camden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBDvd4mdI/AAAAAAAABO0/IQeNyYewFho/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBDvd4mdI/AAAAAAAABO0/IQeNyYewFho/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154255634536914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close-up of Kensington. No botox here, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcCaVZOueI/AAAAAAAABO8/w1VXALAo6W0/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcCaVZOueI/AAAAAAAABO8/w1VXALAo6W0/s400/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155743284312546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden is a natural at this stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcCasamIRI/AAAAAAAABPE/W_eaxvmgaHo/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcCasamIRI/AAAAAAAABPE/W_eaxvmgaHo/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155749464056082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she is always this happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcCa-VK8TI/AAAAAAAABPM/8pO4P9m-W6c/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcCa-VK8TI/AAAAAAAABPM/8pO4P9m-W6c/s400/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155754273141042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our big boy Camden. Did I tell you he pee-peed in the potty for the first time today? Milestone!! ...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They grow up so fast...*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-6038827100865234330?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6038827100865234330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6038827100865234330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6038827100865234330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6038827100865234330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-with-new-camera.html' title='Fun with the new camera'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SKcBCYlcmZI/AAAAAAAABOU/VsbTNOJ-atg/s72-c/IMG_1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-655049525260697014</id><published>2008-07-28T12:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:03.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>The kids are talking so much now. They can say so many different things; things you had no idea they knew. Camden talks about space and dinosaurs, and Kensi loves to make animal sounds. They are so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Pt7EbzZI/AAAAAAAABNM/c4_j9YiUt7A/s1600-h/DSC05579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Pt7EbzZI/AAAAAAAABNM/c4_j9YiUt7A/s400/DSC05579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133499048545682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4PubwMtzI/AAAAAAAABNU/DkD_m9HJEoc/s1600-h/DSC05541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4PubwMtzI/AAAAAAAABNU/DkD_m9HJEoc/s400/DSC05541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133507822040882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here the twins play at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4PushGgAI/AAAAAAAABNc/rnDW-NflWKo/s1600-h/DSC05543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4PushGgAI/AAAAAAAABNc/rnDW-NflWKo/s400/DSC05543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133512322121730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Camden's washing the dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Puxx3btI/AAAAAAAABNk/mlYCGGmuCsQ/s1600-h/DSC05544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Puxx3btI/AAAAAAAABNk/mlYCGGmuCsQ/s400/DSC05544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133513734614738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden climbs over the sofa as Kensi stacks the plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4PvAuN69I/AAAAAAAABNs/WZkYYTnbHW0/s1600-h/DSC05547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4PvAuN69I/AAAAAAAABNs/WZkYYTnbHW0/s400/DSC05547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133517745843154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden and Roman pose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Qwt9e1uI/AAAAAAAABN0/GvIcGeOYg90/s1600-h/DSC05549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Qwt9e1uI/AAAAAAAABN0/GvIcGeOYg90/s400/DSC05549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134646580958946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roman! You're soooo funny!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Qw7tdWCI/AAAAAAAABN8/TC8RfYCn4WA/s1600-h/DSC05557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Qw7tdWCI/AAAAAAAABN8/TC8RfYCn4WA/s400/DSC05557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134650271848482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roman, Camden and Kensi waiting for snack-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4QxDC1NoI/AAAAAAAABOE/fi62LzfImIo/s1600-h/DSC05566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4QxDC1NoI/AAAAAAAABOE/fi62LzfImIo/s400/DSC05566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134652240541314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids enjoy goldfish and juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4QxVPGM0I/AAAAAAAABOM/gx3YSUGkeyU/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4QxVPGM0I/AAAAAAAABOM/gx3YSUGkeyU/s400/DSC05585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134657123824450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jaymee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Jaymez poses with her husband Garrett. We love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-655049525260697014?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/655049525260697014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=655049525260697014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/655049525260697014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/655049525260697014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-of-kids.html' title='Pictures of the kids'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SI4Pt7EbzZI/AAAAAAAABNM/c4_j9YiUt7A/s72-c/DSC05579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-9168117558629801376</id><published>2008-07-19T11:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:04.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>There is nothing quite like spending quality time with your family. And on Friday, that is exactly what we did. The Hubby took a vacation day and planned a whole day of fun for me and the kids. We woke up and went to the pool, where we spent most of the morning. We played in the water and had some snacks, then we came back to the house so the kids could nap. When they woke up, we jumped in the car and went to the kids first ever, movie -- in an actual movie theater. How did they do? They did great! Camden was a little hesitant at first, because he didn't know what to expect. But he acclimated very quickly and loved it! We got Kensi and Camden the cute little kiddie popcorn trays and they were so cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrRg3PQI/AAAAAAAABL0/pSnrcrnDmiM/s1600-h/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrRg3PQI/AAAAAAAABL0/pSnrcrnDmiM/s400/DSC05522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786540138806530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started our day at the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrnZxC4I/AAAAAAAABL8/qmvgSo49cEU/s1600-h/DSC05527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrnZxC4I/AAAAAAAABL8/qmvgSo49cEU/s400/DSC05527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786546014620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi loves her inflatable ring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrjahWoI/AAAAAAAABME/mxT7JuavLSk/s1600-h/DSC05526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrjahWoI/AAAAAAAABME/mxT7JuavLSk/s400/DSC05526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786544944044674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden enjoys playing with the buckets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrr9_Kx4I/AAAAAAAABMM/N-dyMPoV-bQ/s1600-h/DSC05532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrr9_Kx4I/AAAAAAAABMM/N-dyMPoV-bQ/s400/DSC05532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786552077076354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids enjoyed their very first movie in a theater! We saw Space Chimps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrsKXZztI/AAAAAAAABMU/TyYCKRxkWCE/s1600-h/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrsKXZztI/AAAAAAAABMU/TyYCKRxkWCE/s400/DSC05528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224786555399950034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They really liked the popcorn trays. Camden ate all of his popcorn and some of Kensi's, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIulcWE6BI/AAAAAAAABNE/82MSusyvXAI/s1600-h/DSC05529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIulcWE6BI/AAAAAAAABNE/82MSusyvXAI/s400/DSC05529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224789738502023186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the movie was over, Camden said he wanted to see it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsvHzgfeI/AAAAAAAABMk/oM-C25RN8vk/s1600-h/DSC05534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsvHzgfeI/AAAAAAAABMk/oM-C25RN8vk/s400/DSC05534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224787705763757538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi carried her popcorn tray out of the theater with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsvbhTAZI/AAAAAAAABMs/CQdHzi_2AlE/s1600-h/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsvbhTAZI/AAAAAAAABMs/CQdHzi_2AlE/s400/DSC05535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224787711056085394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the way into the lobby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsv-dmiYI/AAAAAAAABM0/n0VBe3gM3Q4/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsv-dmiYI/AAAAAAAABM0/n0VBe3gM3Q4/s400/DSC05537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224787720435829122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and posed for some pictures with her tray...here she is with Camden and the Hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsvyQrCNI/AAAAAAAABM8/Uj65o3f6EsI/s1600-h/DSC05539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIsvyQrCNI/AAAAAAAABM8/Uj65o3f6EsI/s400/DSC05539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224787717160372434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is me, Camden, Kensi, and the popcorn tray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-9168117558629801376?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/9168117558629801376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=9168117558629801376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/9168117558629801376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/9168117558629801376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SIIrrRg3PQI/AAAAAAAABL0/pSnrcrnDmiM/s72-c/DSC05522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-1739355360026728559</id><published>2008-07-11T22:24:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:11.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New York Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywKpqkZBI/AAAAAAAABE8/cibLyNOrlWw/s1600-h/DSC05286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywKpqkZBI/AAAAAAAABE8/cibLyNOrlWw/s400/DSC05286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243364872512530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hubby and I have just returned from a most amazing trip to the Big Apple over the July 4th weekend. It was a trip that was given to me for my 30th birthday earlier this year. We had so much fun, let me tell you! So for today's post, I am going to tell you all about it. If you are planning to go to New York anytime soon, maybe this can help you out. (Btw, This is my longest post EVER. Go get a snack and get comfortable. This might take a while. But I promise it won't hurt!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the Michelangelo Hotel, on 51st &amp;amp; 7th (basically 51st &amp;amp; Broadway.) We were just steps from Times Square, which as you know is tourist central. Plus it is the theater district so there is lots to do and lots to eat. This hotel was wonderful and I highly recommend it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywK2IsOpI/AAAAAAAABFE/-4uNMka4DNU/s1600-h/DSC05162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywK2IsOpI/AAAAAAAABFE/-4uNMka4DNU/s400/DSC05162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243368220080786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our room; And our red suitcase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywLE4ZUqI/AAAAAAAABFM/bTbE-x0AxbA/s1600-h/DSC05163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywLE4ZUqI/AAAAAAAABFM/bTbE-x0AxbA/s400/DSC05163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243372178264738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived, we got upgraded to a suite. All because the Hubby asked. It's amazing the things people will do for you if you just ask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywLRquSmI/AAAAAAAABFU/CvivQ7PGfs0/s1600-h/DSC05169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywLRquSmI/AAAAAAAABFU/CvivQ7PGfs0/s400/DSC05169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243375610579554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were on the fourth floor. Here is the view from our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywLyomy_I/AAAAAAAABFc/ASEY26IbbUw/s1600-h/DSC05199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywLyomy_I/AAAAAAAABFc/ASEY26IbbUw/s400/DSC05199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243384460069874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the entranceway into the lobby of the hotel. Gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyytMeH5jI/AAAAAAAABFk/n08J9rmh7c0/s1600-h/DSC05200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyytMeH5jI/AAAAAAAABFk/n08J9rmh7c0/s400/DSC05200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246157354362418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lobby of the Michelangelo Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that the Hubby's mother is one of twelve children? Yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twelve!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, one of her brothers owns a restaurant in Greenwich Village, called Tavern on Jane. So we went to Uncle Mike's restaurant and ate wonderful food and spent time with family we never get to see. The hubby and I have been married almost 7 years and this was my first time to meet this Uncle! What a kind man he is, and his wife Mary Ann is the sweetest thing ever. We loved getting to see them and they really went out of their way to welcome us and make our trip the best it could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyytbBxcFI/AAAAAAAABFs/d34NzMZ65jw/s1600-h/DSC05193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyytbBxcFI/AAAAAAAABFs/d34NzMZ65jw/s400/DSC05193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246161261981778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not know the Hubby was taking this picture. (I would have smiled, at least!) But you can see the sign for the restaurant. The food here is FABULOUS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyyt3p9uUI/AAAAAAAABF0/wLKys9BpF_w/s1600-h/DSC05189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyyt3p9uUI/AAAAAAAABF0/wLKys9BpF_w/s400/DSC05189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246168946751810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby posed in a park close to the restaurant. He's so handsome I had to put this picture in here somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyyuEsBQKI/AAAAAAAABF8/0ThhDbQAzXw/s1600-h/DSC05463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyyuEsBQKI/AAAAAAAABF8/0ThhDbQAzXw/s400/DSC05463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246172445032610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a handsome gene pool! The Hubby and Uncle Mike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyyukWVkdI/AAAAAAAABGI/cZ8L7zzGKw4/s1600-h/DSC05472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHyyukWVkdI/AAAAAAAABGI/cZ8L7zzGKw4/s400/DSC05472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246180944024018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby, me, Aunt Mary Ann, (who also loves yoga!) and Uncle Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Mike got us tickets to the Yankees - Red Sox game on July 4th. It was a blast! I learned that Yankees fans are very serious about their baseball. (And what is this A-Rod, Madonna stuff?) After the game we had dinner at Tavern on the Green. It was very touristy to me; I didn't particularly care for the food, either. It seemed really pricey for the small portions. But maybe that is just the southerner in me. The restaurant was pretty so we just enjoyed the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy1rnLOYZI/AAAAAAAABGU/QH038aKS-Kg/s1600-h/DSC05249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy1rnLOYZI/AAAAAAAABGU/QH038aKS-Kg/s400/DSC05249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249428697997714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had great seats. This was so cool; Yankees vs. Red Sox? Oh yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy1sOj5AFI/AAAAAAAABGc/p1lSKagfeTA/s1600-h/DSC05265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy1sOj5AFI/AAAAAAAABGc/p1lSKagfeTA/s400/DSC05265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249439270436946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly the Yankees lost this game. But they won the next one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy1sSXoxWI/AAAAAAAABGk/N7RwkE8dItQ/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy1sSXoxWI/AAAAAAAABGk/N7RwkE8dItQ/s400/DSC05257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249440292783458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are! Front row in the first tier!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy67csYcJI/AAAAAAAABG0/vfIUr22-zAM/s1600-h/DSC05266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy67csYcJI/AAAAAAAABG0/vfIUr22-zAM/s400/DSC05266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255198320324754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tavern on the Green. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy671m7XGI/AAAAAAAABG8/sMx0ldlqUUs/s1600-h/DSC05272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy671m7XGI/AAAAAAAABG8/sMx0ldlqUUs/s400/DSC05272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255205008333922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside on the patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy68kHZcCI/AAAAAAAABHE/7DDz4eT_nsY/s1600-h/DSC05269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy68kHZcCI/AAAAAAAABHE/7DDz4eT_nsY/s400/DSC05269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255217492553762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had the bushes trimmed to look like animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw a Broadway show, called "Wicked." But don't let the name fool you. It was a fabulous musical about the pre-story to the Wizard of Oz. We were speechless; It was so amazing and moving. But at the same time it was very funny and witty. We both agreed that it was one of the BEST things we did on our whole trip. If you ever get a chance to see this show, do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy4x9Au83I/AAAAAAAABGs/sr8dXCHNMQU/s1600-h/Wicked+Glinda+and+Elphaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy4x9Au83I/AAAAAAAABGs/sr8dXCHNMQU/s400/Wicked+Glinda+and+Elphaba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252836173673330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The music was so amazing, I can't even tell you. I am still singing "Defying Gravity!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got up early one day and took the subway all the way down to the Statue of Liberty and Battery Park. Then we saw Wall Street, the NYSE, Ground Zero, shopped at Century 21 and H&amp;amp;M, then went to Chinatown, and stopped for a cannoli break in Little Italy. We did so much that day, our feet were really sore. So we went back to our hotel and napped, then went to dinner at Serendipity. (Remember the movie, Serendipity? It was filmed there.) The food here was delicious! And the dessert was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I am still thinking about how huge the portion was and how we ate every last drop of it. (Don't tell Dr. Fritz!) We then visited a cool candy store, called Dylan's Candy Bar. It is owned by the daughter of Ralph Lauren, and it was the neatest candy store I have ever been in. After dinner we took a surprisingly fun carriage ride in Central Park for $34. I think that was the cheapest thing we did in the city besides the hot dog stands. (which I wouldn't eat. Please tell Dr. Fritz!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy69HatdcI/AAAAAAAABHM/5k-ad34zgPY/s1600-h/DSC05287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy69HatdcI/AAAAAAAABHM/5k-ad34zgPY/s400/DSC05287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255226968798658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what this is! The visibility wasn't so great this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy69Z0wwXI/AAAAAAAABHU/Du3mfRWvulI/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy69Z0wwXI/AAAAAAAABHU/Du3mfRWvulI/s400/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255231909904754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby is playing around. He is the most fun person to be with. He just has a good time no matter where he is or what he's doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-WP-3ONI/AAAAAAAABHc/gzZIIby9YXg/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-WP-3ONI/AAAAAAAABHc/gzZIIby9YXg/s400/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258957299529938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New York Stock Exchange. This is where it happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-WQHs4mI/AAAAAAAABHk/q7VXe7yRWfw/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-WQHs4mI/AAAAAAAABHk/q7VXe7yRWfw/s400/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258957336601186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bull. This was surprisingly crowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-WiI1PII/AAAAAAAABHs/-DzgMIv97Ks/s1600-h/DSC05312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-WiI1PII/AAAAAAAABHs/-DzgMIv97Ks/s400/DSC05312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258962173181058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ground Zero. This was a very somber place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-XFJRxkI/AAAAAAAABH0/JaUfVl2O-bs/s1600-h/DSC05319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-XFJRxkI/AAAAAAAABH0/JaUfVl2O-bs/s400/DSC05319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258971570292290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ground Zero from across the street in the World Financial Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-XSmo61I/AAAAAAAABH8/Jh-dZPvSBhA/s1600-h/DSC05315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHy-XSmo61I/AAAAAAAABH8/Jh-dZPvSBhA/s400/DSC05315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258975183104850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzAnsW106I/AAAAAAAABIE/VIN3PvffwTI/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzAnsW106I/AAAAAAAABIE/VIN3PvffwTI/s400/DSC05328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223261455997326242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinatown. We experienced some very interesting smells in Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzAoHFd7KI/AAAAAAAABIM/wGJlgeDe7M4/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzAoHFd7KI/AAAAAAAABIM/wGJlgeDe7M4/s400/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223261463172213922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Italy. This place was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzAoxo9OZI/AAAAAAAABIU/dN1o706xTzw/s1600-h/DSC05336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzAoxo9OZI/AAAAAAAABIU/dN1o706xTzw/s400/DSC05336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223261474595355026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped here because they had signs that said "Best Cannoli on Mulberry Street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzApD_EzLI/AAAAAAAABIc/h-3w31IGfq8/s1600-h/DSC05333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzApD_EzLI/AAAAAAAABIc/h-3w31IGfq8/s400/DSC05333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223261479519964338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how fun it is in Little Italy! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCeH6UTGI/AAAAAAAABIk/aa28w-jQVCM/s1600-h/DSC05344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCeH6UTGI/AAAAAAAABIk/aa28w-jQVCM/s400/DSC05344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263490618444898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at Serendipity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCeka3YFI/AAAAAAAABIs/apKwOXB3XZk/s1600-h/DSC05342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCeka3YFI/AAAAAAAABIs/apKwOXB3XZk/s400/DSC05342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263498271154258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really crowded. We had to wait and hour and a half. But is was sooo yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCe7SBu3I/AAAAAAAABI0/aW5nc3YCO3s/s1600-h/DSC05346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCe7SBu3I/AAAAAAAABI0/aW5nc3YCO3s/s400/DSC05346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263504408099698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The decor of this restaurant was very eclectic...As you will notice in the picture behind us...hmmm. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCfSgY-cI/AAAAAAAABI8/hqzWoS7BSk4/s1600-h/DSC05354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCfSgY-cI/AAAAAAAABI8/hqzWoS7BSk4/s400/DSC05354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263510642358722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carriage Ride. We really enjoyed this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCfv1urYI/AAAAAAAABJE/oDuMBhBqOcg/s1600-h/DSC05349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzCfv1urYI/AAAAAAAABJE/oDuMBhBqOcg/s400/DSC05349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263518516489602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a very neat way to see Central Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE8o0l58I/AAAAAAAABJM/_HMWk83R7Tg/s1600-h/DSC05173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE8o0l58I/AAAAAAAABJM/_HMWk83R7Tg/s400/DSC05173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223266213872134082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They smelled bad to me, but the Hubby said the hotdogs were pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day we visited Rockefeller Center and the set of The Today Show, and actually got on TV for a few seconds. Giada De Laurentis was on the show that day, and being a Food Network fan, I found that to be really cool. We took a tour of NBC studios and saw where they film Saturday Night Live, the Late Show with Conan O'Brian, The evening news with Brian Williams, and the MSNBC studios.  There was a street fair in the city, and they had blocked off 6th Avenue for about 10 blocks. There were literally hundreds of people on the street that day. We went to an off-Broadway show that night called "A Perfect Crime." It was...well...interesting. I don't think I would recommend it, but it was a unique experience nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE-I024qI/AAAAAAAABJk/qVKyKTIqYbk/s1600-h/DSC05362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE-I024qI/AAAAAAAABJk/qVKyKTIqYbk/s400/DSC05362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223266239643050658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby poses in front of Rockefeller Center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE-dm_s8I/AAAAAAAABJs/LYnqO1hMBB8/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE-dm_s8I/AAAAAAAABJs/LYnqO1hMBB8/s400/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223266245222052802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are filming The Today Show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE9PKEhAI/AAAAAAAABJU/7epXSs9Axpc/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE9PKEhAI/AAAAAAAABJU/7epXSs9Axpc/s400/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223266224162767874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the street fair. There were hundreds, probably thousands of people out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE9SST7II/AAAAAAAABJc/GsBIoMan2fk/s1600-h/DSC05368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzE9SST7II/AAAAAAAABJc/GsBIoMan2fk/s400/DSC05368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223266225002638466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purses and sunglasses and socks and scarves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also tried to get on some talk shows. I really wanted to see Live with Regis and Kelly, but they weren't filming that day. So we walked down a few blocks to The View and tried unsuccessfully to get in the audience. But we met this really neat couple in line behind us from Lousiana, Gabe and Amy.  So after they turned everyone away, we decided to go to the American Museum of Natural History. That was extremely interesting, but again, our feet hurt so bad that we had to go rest. We had dinner that night at Uncle Mike's and Aunt Mary Ann's house. It was a 'true' New York experience. We rode with them over to Jersey to their house, and Marianne's Italian family came over. They were so funny and so entertaining; We felt like we were in a movie. It was amazing fun and definitely something we will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJmL35u5I/AAAAAAAABKc/c44cWqbFn1g/s1600-h/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJmL35u5I/AAAAAAAABKc/c44cWqbFn1g/s400/DSC05410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271325702405010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Museum of Natural History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJmiSmp4I/AAAAAAAABKk/O82WrgBT52M/s1600-h/DSC05404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJmiSmp4I/AAAAAAAABKk/O82WrgBT52M/s400/DSC05404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271331719980930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This feller's kinda big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJm7UsgCI/AAAAAAAABKs/8xwSz8cfLjQ/s1600-h/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJm7UsgCI/AAAAAAAABKs/8xwSz8cfLjQ/s400/DSC05411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271338439639074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby is running from this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHZV8t2KI/AAAAAAAABJ0/QVrLAElx1Bk/s1600-h/DSC05376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHZV8t2KI/AAAAAAAABJ0/QVrLAElx1Bk/s400/DSC05376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223268906045397154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What New York trip would be complete without riding the subway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHZ9fRKfI/AAAAAAAABJ8/nzWXOXQ6r_8/s1600-h/DSC05373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHZ9fRKfI/AAAAAAAABJ8/nzWXOXQ6r_8/s400/DSC05373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223268916659300850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby waiting for his ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHaZuP8RI/AAAAAAAABKE/_VGNNsxqW6E/s1600-h/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHaZuP8RI/AAAAAAAABKE/_VGNNsxqW6E/s400/DSC05377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223268924238328082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Mike and Aunt Mary Ann. What a great couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHasy8rcI/AAAAAAAABKM/1V6-a0yWg8Q/s1600-h/DSC05378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHasy8rcI/AAAAAAAABKM/1V6-a0yWg8Q/s400/DSC05378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223268929358310850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Mike cooked an amazing dinner for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHa6YeIqI/AAAAAAAABKU/OZpl8576hzM/s1600-h/DSC05380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzHa6YeIqI/AAAAAAAABKU/OZpl8576hzM/s400/DSC05380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223268933005353634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the most fun hanging out in Jersey - We laughed so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day in the city we went to Rockefeller again, and up to the roof to the viewing area where the Hubby got a lot of great pictures. (and there was no line. The Empire State Building had a three hour wait.) Then we had lunch at Uncle Mike's restaurant one last time. On our way back to the hotel we saw the Naked Cowboy. Um... gross.  I realized that I really don't want to see anyone in their underwear. Especially really tight underwear. And how weird is this? We are walking down the street and hear someone yelling the Hubby's name. We turn around and it is Gabe and Amy, the couple we met the day before at The View! What are the odds that in a city of over 8 million people that something like that happens?? So strange and so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJnFAnXqI/AAAAAAAABK0/Vogw4wbZVXA/s1600-h/DSC05449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJnFAnXqI/AAAAAAAABK0/Vogw4wbZVXA/s400/DSC05449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271341039771298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On top of Rockefeller Center. The Empire State Building is behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJndVDuWI/AAAAAAAABK8/V4ocF6c1bd4/s1600-h/DSC05440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzJndVDuWI/AAAAAAAABK8/V4ocF6c1bd4/s400/DSC05440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271347567966562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a great perspective of Central Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzK0uMQTXI/AAAAAAAABLE/roOOHh9gv10/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzK0uMQTXI/AAAAAAAABLE/roOOHh9gv10/s400/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223272674944372082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?????????!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(By the way, this man CAN NOT sing!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, we saw and did everything we went to New York to do. I am still kicking myself for not buying the bright pink  Dolce and Gabbana knock-off from the street fair, but I will make it. I never buy the fakes, but it was only $20 and would have been a fun souvenir and a great piece to spice up the wardrobe. Oh well, I will just have to get the Hubby to spring for a real one...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here are a few more random pics that round out our trip to NYC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNBBWsozI/AAAAAAAABLM/cqqnihduiv4/s1600-h/DSC05177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNBBWsozI/AAAAAAAABLM/cqqnihduiv4/s400/DSC05177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223275085270131506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNBb5-baI/AAAAAAAABLU/At-ClArPg5g/s1600-h/DSC05224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNBb5-baI/AAAAAAAABLU/At-ClArPg5g/s400/DSC05224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223275092397419938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandon and Matt Lauer. You didn't know? They're old friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNBofKokI/AAAAAAAABLc/BipWlpMGEBQ/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNBofKokI/AAAAAAAABLc/BipWlpMGEBQ/s400/DSC05276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223275095774634562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this guy wants money just because he's dressed like the Statue of Liberty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNCHbeNaI/AAAAAAAABLk/uFHGK0ifNQ4/s1600-h/DSC05391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNCHbeNaI/AAAAAAAABLk/uFHGK0ifNQ4/s400/DSC05391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223275104080639394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of the city from the ferry on our way back from Jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNCc17DnI/AAAAAAAABLs/3tZzXyLoyRo/s1600-h/DSC05438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHzNCc17DnI/AAAAAAAABLs/3tZzXyLoyRo/s400/DSC05438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223275109828726386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that sums it all up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful time in NYC and will definitely go back. Thank you to everyone who made our trip possible!! And now I am finally done with this post. Congratulations! You made it to the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-1739355360026728559?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1739355360026728559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=1739355360026728559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1739355360026728559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1739355360026728559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-new-york-trip.html' title='Our New York Trip!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SHywKpqkZBI/AAAAAAAABE8/cibLyNOrlWw/s72-c/DSC05286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7489801904778180371</id><published>2008-06-04T14:22:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:19.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!!</title><content type='html'>New Pictures! &lt;div&gt;Yes everyone, there are now new pictures on this long neglected and sadly forgotten blog. I never claimed to be the best at doing this but at least I try. Well, sort of. I think about it. I think about trying to update this blog. And darn it, doesn't that count for something? Well here's the skinny of it; I got a new camera. A smokin' hot, super duty professional thing (compliments of the wonderful, hard working hubby) so I am eager to share my newfound photographical passions with the ever-inquisitive blogosphere. Just so you know: this blog is a positive blog. I don't use this as platform to hurt people. That is never in good taste. The lives of others are never used as subject matter and frivolous fodder for people to devour. Anyone who's picture is posted or name mentioned on this blog has given permission. That is just how I do it, folks. (Except for Brad and Angelina. I write countless letters, call and leave messages, email daily; And they don't respond. I can't figure that one out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the camera. Its a brand-new Canon EOS 40D. Here is a picture of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEb9fi-tu_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ms-jpyyeB0g/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEb9fi-tu_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ms-jpyyeB0g/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208128737508178930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it attractive? No it isn't pink; No it doesn't have rhinestones or unicorns surrounding the lens. But I am very happy with it nonetheless. But wait until you see some of the pics I took with it. Yep, all by myself. Oh, did I tell you I am going to take some classes to actually learn how to use this monstrosity? That's the plan, anyway. Okay, let's see some beach pictures. We just spent over two weeks at the beach. One week in Florida, and another at Myrtle Beach, SC. &lt;div&gt;I had just under one thousand pictures to choose from. So bear with me. There are LOTS of pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEJjslCzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/prB1_CDuG6k/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEJjslCzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/prB1_CDuG6k/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136056324819762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the view from our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEKIXheqI/AAAAAAAABAE/2eVGIWHOmno/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEKIXheqI/AAAAAAAABAE/2eVGIWHOmno/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136066168617634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this picture from our balcony. The Hubby was throwing the football with my brother and stopped to wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEKW5bPCI/AAAAAAAABAM/P7VZTma4hXU/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEKW5bPCI/AAAAAAAABAM/P7VZTma4hXU/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136070068911138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby and my brother in the pool; Again with the football. This picture was also taken from our balcony. We were on the sixth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEK2DqubI/AAAAAAAABAU/vX4NS3uGMN0/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcEK2DqubI/AAAAAAAABAU/vX4NS3uGMN0/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136078433368498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of the beach from our balcony. I seem to have spent a lot of time on that balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcELL_OrZI/AAAAAAAABAc/qNFrYNpvwmE/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcELL_OrZI/AAAAAAAABAc/qNFrYNpvwmE/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136084320333202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the Hubby and I. Yes, we are on the balcony! Funny story, here; We are on our way to  dinner. A dinner where I unknowingly sat in barbeque sauce and had it all over my white shorts. White shorts of which my mother was kind enough to pre-treat and throw in the washing machine; A washing machine that subsequently overflowed and poured out all over the condo floor, down the hall and into the room where the twins were sleeping. We had to have a service come out and pull up the carpet, plug in machines to drain water and fans to dry everything. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I say this was a funny story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHN6pyniI/AAAAAAAABAk/3XOZ58nFQ2o/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHN6pyniI/AAAAAAAABAk/3XOZ58nFQ2o/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208139429741501986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a sweet smile! He is such a precious little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHO3uhIJI/AAAAAAAABAs/mfCrJaGM7QE/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHO3uhIJI/AAAAAAAABAs/mfCrJaGM7QE/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208139446135890066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you own an apple company, call me. You need to use this picture to advertise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHPou3hNI/AAAAAAAABA0/91qFwsH1R2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHPou3hNI/AAAAAAAABA0/91qFwsH1R2Y/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208139459290694866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The apple of my eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHQpT72xI/AAAAAAAABA8/oFyQqcz83nY/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHQpT72xI/AAAAAAAABA8/oFyQqcz83nY/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208139476626037522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I tried to get a little artsy here. I have no idea what I am doing. But this looks good, doesn't it? I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHS3Z8uJI/AAAAAAAABBE/E8ku9i_qrtc/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcHS3Z8uJI/AAAAAAAABBE/E8ku9i_qrtc/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208139514769094802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little girl loves the water, as you will see in later pictures. She loves the pool, the ocean,  and the bathtub. She would probably even play in the toilet! Ewwww! (But we don't let her of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKAOG9KLI/AAAAAAAABBM/LTuCib_TLKE/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKAOG9KLI/AAAAAAAABBM/LTuCib_TLKE/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208142492980816050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Daddy can I please some candy? Please????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKASyFESI/AAAAAAAABBU/JnvG705UUz0/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKASyFESI/AAAAAAAABBU/JnvG705UUz0/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208142494235431202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden's hanging out poolside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKA0c_9YI/AAAAAAAABBc/MxVF06Xr8S8/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKA0c_9YI/AAAAAAAABBc/MxVF06Xr8S8/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208142503273821570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby has no idea I just took this picture. But he is so stinkin HANDSOME I can't help myself! I love you Hubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKBBkKDqI/AAAAAAAABBk/QbZT-qF2LUs/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKBBkKDqI/AAAAAAAABBk/QbZT-qF2LUs/s400/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208142506793504418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle David is showing the twins how to fly a kite. You can't actually see the kite, though. It almost looks like he's just standing there. You're just gonna have to take my word for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKBdsoZeI/AAAAAAAABBs/W4zUQQdSSLo/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcKBdsoZeI/AAAAAAAABBs/W4zUQQdSSLo/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208142514345240034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi kicks and plays in the ocean with her Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMEKG1mYI/AAAAAAAABB0/URt29rcL-q4/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMEKG1mYI/AAAAAAAABB0/URt29rcL-q4/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144759649311106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves it! She is our adventurer. Our little baby surfer chick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMFO9gMoI/AAAAAAAABB8/Rp6wKMuFd9s/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMFO9gMoI/AAAAAAAABB8/Rp6wKMuFd9s/s400/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144778132206210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Paw Paw walks Camden to the water. Camden did not like the ocean like Kensi did. In fact, he refused to let it touch his skin. When the water got close he ran the other way. His reaction was much like his Uncle David's to tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMFp_jG0I/AAAAAAAABCE/KA-Hz3ErK90/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMFp_jG0I/AAAAAAAABCE/KA-Hz3ErK90/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144785388542786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as Daddy holds him, he is doing all right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMGGDxABI/AAAAAAAABCM/a-PmOgFjKNM/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcMGGDxABI/AAAAAAAABCM/a-PmOgFjKNM/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144792922423314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi does not want to miss out on any of the action. Paw Paw shows her the ropes of good old fashioned sea bathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPZzmNT-I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ry64YZyZCWc/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPZzmNT-I/AAAAAAAABCU/Ry64YZyZCWc/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148430098878434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twins play after dinner. Yes, Paw Paw spent the day in the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPcuSbjgI/AAAAAAAABCc/c8ws-6Rn2Z8/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPcuSbjgI/AAAAAAAABCc/c8ws-6Rn2Z8/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148480213356034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden &amp;amp; Kensi chillin in their matching frog outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPgWfYaeI/AAAAAAAABCk/K4JNz1Xqj38/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPgWfYaeI/AAAAAAAABCk/K4JNz1Xqj38/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148542544701922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back view. Aren't they getting so big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPiOCkyEI/AAAAAAAABCs/3gxvzymp21M/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPiOCkyEI/AAAAAAAABCs/3gxvzymp21M/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148574636132418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a mini-amusment park for kids. The first ride was airplanes and Kensi loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPli0CAzI/AAAAAAAABC0/-O4vd3lIJaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEcPli0CAzI/AAAAAAAABC0/-O4vd3lIJaQ/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148631751885618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden rode along and didn't seem to mind it all too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEg58LycnuI/AAAAAAAABDM/6PV8pvNeN5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEg58LycnuI/AAAAAAAABDM/6PV8pvNeN5Y/s400/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208476675173293794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until we got to the train...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEg58kj74rI/AAAAAAAABDU/feGtDXNtU1k/s1600-h/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEg58kj74rI/AAAAAAAABDU/feGtDXNtU1k/s400/IMG_0778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208476681823314610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And again on the swings...So we just ended it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEiiq_S0COI/AAAAAAAABDc/9wqWgVrNtR4/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEiiq_S0COI/AAAAAAAABDc/9wqWgVrNtR4/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208591828482525410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second part of our vacation was with the Hubby's family. Here Camden and Grandaddy try to "find a bee."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEiirnWENdI/AAAAAAAABDk/82rLrKDMME8/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEiirnWENdI/AAAAAAAABDk/82rLrKDMME8/s400/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208591839233586642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby and Grandaddy take the twins down to the pond to see the geese. This pond is just a few feet outside the backdoor of Grandaddy's condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEiisBhMSjI/AAAAAAAABDs/hAisGFdHheE/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEiisBhMSjI/AAAAAAAABDs/hAisGFdHheE/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208591846259575346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandaddy, Jaymee and the Hubby stop for a quick pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilpikdeBI/AAAAAAAABD0/feVZq8kZmew/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilpikdeBI/AAAAAAAABD0/feVZq8kZmew/s400/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595102126929938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a quick  trip to the ocean when we first arrived. Look at Camden! Is he actually in the water? Enjoying himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilpwbNTKI/AAAAAAAABD8/yUD-4ztsSaM/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilpwbNTKI/AAAAAAAABD8/yUD-4ztsSaM/s400/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595105846217890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden and Kensi race through  the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilqUIDH9I/AAAAAAAABEE/3g7RBR4VQkU/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilqUIDH9I/AAAAAAAABEE/3g7RBR4VQkU/s400/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595115429535698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, they are definitely enjoying this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilqvq6PcI/AAAAAAAABEM/Va-KVS4e5No/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilqvq6PcI/AAAAAAAABEM/Va-KVS4e5No/s400/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595122823511490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden is ready to play in his swimsuit and surf shirt. Oh, and his 'Cars' shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilqyTWO7I/AAAAAAAABEU/ctYWWdvoc5c/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEilqyTWO7I/AAAAAAAABEU/ctYWWdvoc5c/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595123529989042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trent and Camden have their sticks and try to "find a bee."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioP2W5pkI/AAAAAAAABEc/5swIFwkPbBI/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioP2W5pkI/AAAAAAAABEc/5swIFwkPbBI/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597959297050178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haley and Kensi join in the fun as well. Camden always wanted to go outside and watch little  bugs. Everything is called a "bee." He would wake up in the mornings and the first thing he would  say is, "find a bee!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioQaVIAWI/AAAAAAAABEk/EjXMM4wGxJw/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioQaVIAWI/AAAAAAAABEk/EjXMM4wGxJw/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597968953278818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandaddy pulls up in his golf cart. In Myrtle Beach, you have to have a golf cart. Businesses actually have signs labeled on parking places that say "golf cart parking only!" Plus it is sooo much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioQ4aArbI/AAAAAAAABEs/YI2Bwm2GG7s/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioQ4aArbI/AAAAAAAABEs/YI2Bwm2GG7s/s400/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597977026833842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi, Haley, Camden and Trent sit by the water's edge and contemplate the economy and housing prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioRTNovCI/AAAAAAAABE0/H6vckci0pCI/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEioRTNovCI/AAAAAAAABE0/H6vckci0pCI/s400/IMG_0922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597984222690338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden reflects on his time at the beach and decides he thinks he likes it after-all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7489801904778180371?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7489801904778180371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7489801904778180371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7489801904778180371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7489801904778180371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/SEb9fi-tu_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ms-jpyyeB0g/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-3395345217427367785</id><published>2008-03-26T08:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:21.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>Well Easter has come and gone and what a day it was! Everyone was dressed and pressed and ready for church. This year we did a pink/turquoise theme and I love it! I hope you enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgC81P1hI/AAAAAAAAA-g/655lHp1VIdc/s400/DSC04995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182059925048645138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family shot after church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgDc1P1iI/AAAAAAAAA-o/2d3O0IaTmFo/s1600-h/DSC04998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgDc1P1iI/AAAAAAAAA-o/2d3O0IaTmFo/s400/DSC04998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182059933638579746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here Kensi contemplates the playground under this window. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No honey; not in that dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgD81P1jI/AAAAAAAAA-w/DZd2fMuEtk4/s1600-h/DSC05000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgD81P1jI/AAAAAAAAA-w/DZd2fMuEtk4/s400/DSC05000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182059942228514354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden is just happy to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgEM1P1kI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oYZjpq29GNU/s1600-h/DSC05004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgEM1P1kI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oYZjpq29GNU/s400/DSC05004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182059946523481666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubby stops for a quick shot with the twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgEc1P1lI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2f8ExgX8NL0/s1600-h/DSC05009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgEc1P1lI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2f8ExgX8NL0/s400/DSC05009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182059950818448978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stopped by Mimi and Paw Paw's for a time after church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pieM1P1mI/AAAAAAAAA_I/boxADOR1zCA/s1600-h/DSC04960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pieM1P1mI/AAAAAAAAA_I/boxADOR1zCA/s400/DSC04960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182062592223336034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi shows Camden &amp;amp; Kensi how to water the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pies1P1nI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/AbDiRJIaR4c/s1600-h/DSC04966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pies1P1nI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/AbDiRJIaR4c/s400/DSC04966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182062600813270642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the Hubby wants to play with the kids new bubble maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pifM1P1oI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hjbypDXf7O0/s1600-h/DSC04971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pifM1P1oI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/hjbypDXf7O0/s400/DSC04971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182062609403205250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love to water the flowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pigM1P1pI/AAAAAAAAA_g/7GAhATGD7CI/s1600-h/DSC04974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pigM1P1pI/AAAAAAAAA_g/7GAhATGD7CI/s400/DSC04974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182062626583074450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi sports her purple shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pigs1P1qI/AAAAAAAAA_o/FymthLOjC8E/s1600-h/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pigs1P1qI/AAAAAAAAA_o/FymthLOjC8E/s400/DSC04976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182062635173009058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; But Camden just wants to play basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-3395345217427367785?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3395345217427367785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=3395345217427367785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/3395345217427367785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/3395345217427367785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R-pgC81P1hI/AAAAAAAAA-g/655lHp1VIdc/s72-c/DSC04995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2425589981167430676</id><published>2008-02-28T15:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:23.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twins Are Two!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my kids are two. I am the mom of two year old twins! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt; How did we get here? The saying is true; time really does fly! I love where we are with the kids, though. Two is the best age so far - by a long shot. I enjoyed the baby stuff, but the older they get the better it is. They now go to a Mom's Day Out program three days a week for a few hours. They love it! They get to interact and play with other kids and do all kinds of messy crafts that I don't have to clean up. Who wouldn't like that? Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; did come home this week with blue paint in her hair, around her eyes, and in her nose. Yeah it's gross; but I just put them in the tub and we're good as new! Okay, enough rambling. Here are some highlights of the Elmo birthday party!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqjQKykYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eCHRGYEukpU/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqjQKykYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eCHRGYEukpU/s400/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172149482182316418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the yummy cake. Yes; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Edgars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqjwKykZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Al8-5vgJC2U/s1600-h/DSC04793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqjwKykZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Al8-5vgJC2U/s400/DSC04793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172149490772251026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden points to all the characters from his favorite show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqkQKykaI/AAAAAAAAA8g/o9iZ1vDC3xk/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqkQKykaI/AAAAAAAAA8g/o9iZ1vDC3xk/s400/DSC04794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172149499362185634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love Elmo the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqkgKykbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/sAUBAmdPlEY/s1600-h/DSC04796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqkgKykbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/sAUBAmdPlEY/s400/DSC04796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172149503657152946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family photo op with the Sesame street gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqlAKykcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/KKuCEXhjdU8/s1600-h/DSC04799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqlAKykcI/AAAAAAAAA8w/KKuCEXhjdU8/s400/DSC04799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172149512247087554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here the hubby poses with his sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr1AKykdI/AAAAAAAAA84/-aJmyEnxb64/s1600-h/DSC04815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr1AKykdI/AAAAAAAAA84/-aJmyEnxb64/s400/DSC04815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172150886636622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close-up of Elmo and Dorothy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr1QKykeI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FtdC5d__rTo/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr1QKykeI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FtdC5d__rTo/s400/DSC04819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172150890931589602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We improvised on the cake. See the crayons on the sides? Elmo loves his goldfish...his crayons, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr1wKykfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zbNdMv5_xMU/s1600-h/DSC04823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr1wKykfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zbNdMv5_xMU/s400/DSC04823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172150899521524210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana shows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Camden&lt;/span&gt; something on the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr2AKykgI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3fFQRrWgtao/s1600-h/DSC04807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr2AKykgI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3fFQRrWgtao/s400/DSC04807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172150903816491522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimi gives the kids some grapes and strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr2gKykhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7OwSDpom0wQ/s1600-h/DSC04809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cr2gKykhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7OwSDpom0wQ/s400/DSC04809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172150912406426130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is so funny to me! The look on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grandaddy's&lt;/span&gt; face is: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, this isn't really working out so well for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt;!" We will eventually get a picture of them with the kids. One day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvnwKykiI/AAAAAAAAA9g/5NyZ5UHS4bQ/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvnwKykiI/AAAAAAAAA9g/5NyZ5UHS4bQ/s400/DSC04824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172155057049866786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kids certainly didn't waste time opening their presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvoQKykjI/AAAAAAAAA9o/u7mWWLMCzjs/s1600-h/DSC04831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvoQKykjI/AAAAAAAAA9o/u7mWWLMCzjs/s400/DSC04831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172155065639801394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids got lots of clothes and books and fun stuff. (Please ignore the intruding TV in these pictures that the Hubby is so enamored with.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvowKykkI/AAAAAAAAA9w/tLOKUsqs_RA/s1600-h/DSC04810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvowKykkI/AAAAAAAAA9w/tLOKUsqs_RA/s400/DSC04810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172155074229736002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garrett and Poppy and Nana chat over pizza and cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvpAKyklI/AAAAAAAAA94/TIGHBVOyFhw/s1600-h/DSC04811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvpAKyklI/AAAAAAAAA94/TIGHBVOyFhw/s400/DSC04811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172155078524703314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma, the Hubby &amp;amp; Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt; in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvpgKykmI/AAAAAAAAA-A/pEfFqF1zwQo/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cvpgKykmI/AAAAAAAAA-A/pEfFqF1zwQo/s400/DSC04802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172155087114637922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Hubby, Jaymee and Grandaddy smile for a quick pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cxRwKyknI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8mU0uo4tzaQ/s1600-h/DSC04790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cxRwKyknI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8mU0uo4tzaQ/s400/DSC04790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172156878116000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; loves this little noisemaker. Hours of entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cxSQKykoI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FQmUxL9U-v8/s1600-h/DSC04805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cxSQKykoI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FQmUxL9U-v8/s400/DSC04805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172156886705934978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily and Uncle David enjoy watching the kids play with their toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cxSwKykpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cPJwQH3qLIQ/s1600-h/DSC04833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cxSwKykpI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/cPJwQH3qLIQ/s400/DSC04833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172156895295869586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's official! The twins are two!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-2425589981167430676?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2425589981167430676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2425589981167430676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2425589981167430676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2425589981167430676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/twins-are-two.html' title='The Twins Are Two!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R8cqjQKykYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eCHRGYEukpU/s72-c/DSC04813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2487760469563296600</id><published>2008-02-15T13:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:57:28.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My musical kids</title><content type='html'>My children keep proving to me on a daily basis, just how musical they are. We play music in the house and in the car, we sing, clap and dance; and even play the piano around the kids. There is always something musical going on; so obviously, the kids have picked up on it. Check out this adorable little video I got the other day during lunch:&lt;div&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4cfb65c11ebfc406" 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://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cfb65c11ebfc406%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D844626C89CBAF6A9D6476ED035DD2AE957343F8F.1C9111D8D61B26DFF6601AF3A03594FB1152E4C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cfb65c11ebfc406%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI3jW0Q4jodupxz6YX0kYC5BnTkQ&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://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cfb65c11ebfc406%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D844626C89CBAF6A9D6476ED035DD2AE957343F8F.1C9111D8D61B26DFF6601AF3A03594FB1152E4C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cfb65c11ebfc406%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI3jW0Q4jodupxz6YX0kYC5BnTkQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Monday, the 25th is the kids birthday! They will be two!! Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;PS - Random thought of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Do any of you readers out there watch the show LOST? (If you don't, you are not going to understand this next paragraph. Sorry about that!) The hubby and I have been avid watchers of the show for about 3 seasons now. We just can't miss an episode. And we still cannot figure out WHAT IS GOING ON! Please excuse my very obvious play on words here, but why do we actually feel 'lost' watching this show? (which is nothing new; most LOST watchers are chronically question-ridden. There are actually websites devoted to LOST theories.) Well back to my point; the hubby came up with a great possibility today; Maybe there is a portal somewhere on the island that Ben is using to time-travel! Doesn't that make sense? How did Jack and Locke's fathers both mysteriously show up on the island? What about that picture of Ben in an office wearing a suit? He is tele-porting himself!! But there are still so many questions. Who is Jacob? What is the smoke monster? How do the Polar Bear and the Dharma initiative fit into this story? Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Will we ever have any answers to these questions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;If you don't watch LOST and want to give it a try, it has been done. Byron and Susan netflixed the previous seasons and they are caught up and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;loving it!&lt;/span&gt; It it a great show and worth the effort! &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/3365622794514054323-2487760469563296600?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4cfb65c11ebfc406&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2487760469563296600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2487760469563296600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2487760469563296600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2487760469563296600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-musical-kids.html' title='My musical kids'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-3295688418108656058</id><published>2008-01-24T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:25.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the kids</title><content type='html'>Last night at church I was volunteering in the nursery again, so I took my camera and got some great pictures of the kids playing. Two of their best buddies weren't there, so they had a couple big friends come by to play for a little while. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i8-yonquI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Zh4--OzKjWA/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159081160082959074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i8-yonquI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Zh4--OzKjWA/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I said, "Kensi! Smile for the camera!" and this is what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9AyonqvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IZPACbQepMo/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159081194442697458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9AyonqvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IZPACbQepMo/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She played hide and seek with me. In her little head this is a GREAT hiding place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9BSonqwI/AAAAAAAAA64/P_LniPPQ4zs/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159081203032632066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9BSonqwI/AAAAAAAAA64/P_LniPPQ4zs/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden just wants some juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9CConqxI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ja-bh_XNRQI/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159081215917533970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9CConqxI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ja-bh_XNRQI/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where did she get this idea? I guess her Daddy must talk on the phone and eat at the same time because I know absolutely nothing of it! &lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt; w&lt;em&gt;here's that Little Debbie??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9CionqyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DGukE8TaVXQ/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159081224507468578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i9CionqyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DGukE8TaVXQ/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke stops in to play on the slide with the twins and provide some much needed entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i95SonqzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/tEmehHWRcwQ/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082165105306418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i95SonqzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/tEmehHWRcwQ/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so much fun for Kensi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i96Conq0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/EZH0yCcqS0M/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082177990208322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i96Conq0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/EZH0yCcqS0M/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They stop on the slide to pose for a picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i96ionq1I/AAAAAAAAA7g/ywHrWzv-ctM/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082186580142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i96ionq1I/AAAAAAAAA7g/ywHrWzv-ctM/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake shows how cool he looks in his cowboy boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i96yonq2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/49PtWLfTI_w/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082190875110242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i96yonq2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/49PtWLfTI_w/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden laughs as Brooke slides down backwards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i97Sonq3I/AAAAAAAAA7w/F2U_dwkOMoc/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082199465044850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i97Sonq3I/AAAAAAAAA7w/F2U_dwkOMoc/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Kensi and Blake play cars together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i-nyonq4I/AAAAAAAAA74/eGo9VQFy7Pk/s1600-h/fun+at+church+01-08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082963969223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i-nyonq4I/AAAAAAAAA74/eGo9VQFy7Pk/s400/fun+at+church+01-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Paw Paw stops by the nursery to give the twins hugs and kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i-oSonq5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/J1OLJmd20aY/s1600-h/pudding+face+01-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082972559158162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i-oSonq5I/AAAAAAAAA8A/J1OLJmd20aY/s400/pudding+face+01-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and Kensi are learning the art of using a spoon and actually getting the spoon to their mouths. And trust me, we have made a LOT of progress here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i-pSonq6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/mTEANEOeBkk/s1600-h/pudding+face+01-08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082989739027362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5i-pSonq6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/mTEANEOeBkk/s400/pudding+face+01-08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensi tried drinking her pudding, but obviously it didn't work. So she wipes her hands off on a paper towel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have added two quick videos to round out our blog post for the day. I really like adding videos, because they are fun. But the platform I use has gotten &lt;em&gt;extremely slow;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ridiculously slow&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus, my iMac is still in the shop for repairs. (I tried to download a CD to my iTunes and the disc got stuck.) I am going to explore my options and perhaps find a new system to make this blog run faster. So, when my computer is back, there are lots of wonderful things to come. Until then, here are two videos to keep you going!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a6a629f84abee1f" 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://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a6a629f84abee1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23AC7B8134A9B9EB62B118E6BDBBEB84C85DBB36.722DFD0D952A9D9CADDFC4042B60B9D2B5B437B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a6a629f84abee1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUUnXk2onmDqfakfhYqRNDTWAX1g&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://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a6a629f84abee1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23AC7B8134A9B9EB62B118E6BDBBEB84C85DBB36.722DFD0D952A9D9CADDFC4042B60B9D2B5B437B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a6a629f84abee1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUUnXk2onmDqfakfhYqRNDTWAX1g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This last video is of Brooke &amp;amp; Blake joining us in the nursery for a couple minutes of playtime. The kids LOVED IT!! 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If there is even a possibility of snow, schools and businesses will close; and everyone rushes to the grocery store and buys all the bread and milk off the shelves. In actuality we only got about half an inch of snow, but it felt like a blizzard. (this was our first "snow" since 2000). So we decided to take advantage of it. We loaded on our winter clothes and headed outdoors to play in the new white fluff all over the grass. Lots of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWFzU5bqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DBQaLcPH9Gk/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158334712132497058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWFzU5bqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DBQaLcPH9Gk/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The hubby gives Camden his first feel of snow.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWGDU5brI/AAAAAAAAA44/WIxM70ONAHQ/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158334716427464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWGDU5brI/AAAAAAAAA44/WIxM70ONAHQ/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that the sweetest little boy ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWGzU5bsI/AAAAAAAAA5A/c0nCVFyGRIc/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158334729312366274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWGzU5bsI/AAAAAAAAA5A/c0nCVFyGRIc/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you say "snow princess?"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWHTU5btI/AAAAAAAAA5I/OVY-KTuaOxo/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158334737902300882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWHTU5btI/AAAAAAAAA5I/OVY-KTuaOxo/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden waves to the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158334742197268194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWHjU5buI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bYOrUrCHAgI/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking a walk through the snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYyDU5bvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/g6unsFBLq-E/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158337671364964082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYyDU5bvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/g6unsFBLq-E/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh my goodness! The sweetest little lips and pink nose!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYyjU5bwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IoBepKvxzZ0/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158337679954898690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYyjU5bwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IoBepKvxzZ0/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cruising down the sidewalk checking out the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYyzU5bxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kTXFOH-aLGo/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158337684249866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYyzU5bxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kTXFOH-aLGo/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are you having fun Kensi? Yeah, this is pretty neat!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYzDU5byI/AAAAAAAAA5w/-7exC9rt2fc/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158337688544833314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYzDU5byI/AAAAAAAAA5w/-7exC9rt2fc/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The snow was coming down pretty heavy; You can see some points of accumulation in the Hubby's hair.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYzzU5bzI/AAAAAAAAA54/-RYvxPHr1SQ/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158337701429735218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YYzzU5bzI/AAAAAAAAA54/-RYvxPHr1SQ/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They ran all the way to the fence in the backyard. Hey little babies! Come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YamjU5b0I/AAAAAAAAA6A/3IO8Rim6NTg/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158339672819724098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YamjU5b0I/AAAAAAAAA6A/3IO8Rim6NTg/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hagin's came over to play with us in the snow. Haley gives Kensi a big hug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YanDU5b1I/AAAAAAAAA6I/PWjh4r5kwks/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158339681409658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YanDU5b1I/AAAAAAAAA6I/PWjh4r5kwks/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trent takes care of Camden and shows him how to make snowballs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YanzU5b2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/h66CKI4ZlzE/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158339694294560610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YanzU5b2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/h66CKI4ZlzE/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden's ready to catch the snowball Trent is about to throw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YaoTU5b3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/eQu4L4owdDY/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158339702884495218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YaoTU5b3I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/eQu4L4owdDY/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley tickles Kensi and she loves it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YaozU5b4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/o3bams3nWNI/s1600-h/Snow+Day+01-08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158339711474429826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YaozU5b4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/o3bams3nWNI/s400/Snow+Day+01-08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensington &amp;amp; Camden making a snowman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jane Austen fans take note!!!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sunday nights on PBS, Masterpiece theater is doing the Complete Jane Austen series from January through March. You simply cannot miss this! It is quite diverting, really, and every Austen fan must employ the use of their Tivo; otherwise it would be too shocking and you could not be known to any &lt;em&gt;good society&lt;/em&gt;. They have already aired brand new versions (or at least never before seen in the US) of &lt;em&gt;Persuasion&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/em&gt;. There will also be brand new adaptations of Mansfield Park and Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility; Then a fabulous version of &lt;em&gt;Emma, &lt;/em&gt;and then the most wonderful movie of all time: the 1995 &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You simply must make every effort to see these! Otherwise, &lt;em&gt;I shall be quite put out&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-1671959112992778450?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1671959112992778450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=1671959112992778450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1671959112992778450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1671959112992778450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R5YWFzU5bqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DBQaLcPH9Gk/s72-c/Snow+Day+01-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-1883133747818419791</id><published>2008-01-17T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:28.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a new iMac for Christmas and it is fabulous. Quite a new adjustment, going from a PC to a Mac, but the hubby and I are up for new challenges, and we are learning our way quite nicely. I made a slide show that I have not been able to upload to this blog for some reason, so I will keep working on that. But until then, let's look at some new pictures. And since my Mother-in-Law is really wanting to see baby pics, lets see what we can come up with:&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1LzU5bhI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NwwKNv4w8vs/s1600-h/DSC04232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1LzU5bhI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NwwKNv4w8vs/s400/DSC04232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156539312723553810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who does this look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1MTU5biI/AAAAAAAAA2o/L3jIx0HeNyo/s1600-h/DSC04234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1MTU5biI/AAAAAAAAA2o/L3jIx0HeNyo/s400/DSC04234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156539321313488418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now these kids love some orange juice!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1MjU5bjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/6BbVnw38ThY/s1600-h/DSC04239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1MjU5bjI/AAAAAAAAA2w/6BbVnw38ThY/s400/DSC04239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156539325608455730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden doesn't want to wait for his turn. He wants it NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1MzU5bkI/AAAAAAAAA24/dyFTcmWMKnA/s1600-h/DSC04241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1MzU5bkI/AAAAAAAAA24/dyFTcmWMKnA/s400/DSC04241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156539329903423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! Thanks for the turn, Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-3HzU5blI/AAAAAAAAA3A/m7wc-Gzv-CA/s1600-h/DSC04196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-3HzU5blI/AAAAAAAAA3A/m7wc-Gzv-CA/s400/DSC04196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156541443027332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle David got the kids the coolest bath toys! They glow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-3IDU5bmI/AAAAAAAAA3I/oyaErZamxYA/s1600-h/DSC04200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-3IDU5bmI/AAAAAAAAA3I/oyaErZamxYA/s400/DSC04200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156541447322300002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camden LOVES bath time. He gets upset when he has to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-3ITU5bnI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1dV9wUiPRhQ/s1600-h/DSC04205.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-3ITU5bnI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1dV9wUiPRhQ/s400/DSC04205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156541451617267314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kensi is perplexed by this strange nose aspirator apparatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-5FjU5bpI/AAAAAAAAA3g/14CptfPL7c0/s1600-h/DSC04058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-5FjU5bpI/AAAAAAAAA3g/14CptfPL7c0/s400/DSC04058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156543603395882642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big and buff Camden tries to help me load the dishwasher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do hope I can get this whole software stuff figured out and get that slide show uploaded. It is really pretty good. Technology is amazing. You can find out a lot using simple technology. I have a specialized stat tracker on my blog so that I can see who is visiting my website, where they are, how many times they visit, and what comments they leave. It truly is amazing. Nothing is a secret nowadays, right? So to all of my kind, loyal readers: Thank you for visiting this blog and sharing this small part of my life with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-1883133747818419791?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1883133747818419791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=1883133747818419791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1883133747818419791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1883133747818419791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-i-got-new-imac-for-christmas-and.html' title='New Pictures of the kids'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4-1LzU5bhI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NwwKNv4w8vs/s72-c/DSC04232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-1313906033790579618</id><published>2008-01-10T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:29.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tara!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy BIG Birthday to our dear friend Tara! We celebrated her landmark birthday in style...a pajama party. Oh yeah. You're never too old to outgrow pajama parties. Plus, you know you're in good company when you can chill with the girls in your PJ's, right? Well, I know you are all wondering,  how old IS Tara? Good question. She is OLD!! But I don't want to embarrass anyone so I will not reveal her age. I will just say that she is older than me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough about me! We were thrilled, and you don't know how thrilled we really were, to get to spend some time with Tara. She is such an amazing, beautiful, smart, special person. She is one of those people who is beautiful on the outside and on the inside; and if pride isn't an issue for you...you can admit that deep down part of you wants to be like her. (Plus, she has great cheekbones and the cutest haircut.) So we laughed and talked and told lots of stories about our kids. I am still laughing about some of the things our kids say and do. So, lets check out some of the pictures from the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgRzU5bYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nKWAvUQ1eUA/s1600-h/DSC04271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgRzU5bYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nKWAvUQ1eUA/s400/DSC04271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053420012367234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tara blows out the 3 candles on her "cake." I am still not telling how old she is. (although the 3 candles could be a hint. That is, if I were hinting. And I'm not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgSTU5bZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/8EN4riDrQrA/s1600-h/DSC04274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgSTU5bZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/8EN4riDrQrA/s400/DSC04274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053428602301842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah Baby! This is birthday cake &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simeons Protocol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Style! Yeahhhh--eeewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgSjU5baI/AAAAAAAAA1s/k4Ia6w2NdWM/s1600-h/DSC04275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgSjU5baI/AAAAAAAAA1s/k4Ia6w2NdWM/s400/DSC04275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053432897269154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erica says, "you really expect me to eat this? What exactly is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgTDU5bbI/AAAAAAAAA10/q7OkKqn486M/s1600-h/DSC04276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgTDU5bbI/AAAAAAAAA10/q7OkKqn486M/s400/DSC04276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053441487203762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tara, Erica, &amp;amp; Leigh chat with Shannon &amp;amp; Kim while I have my face behind the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgTTU5bcI/AAAAAAAAA18/Imhv0k571vE/s1600-h/DSC04277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgTTU5bcI/AAAAAAAAA18/Imhv0k571vE/s400/DSC04277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053445782171074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tara finishes opening her presents and cards and we prepare to have tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bkiDU5beI/AAAAAAAAA2M/p7sRo9AL7aU/s1600-h/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bkiDU5beI/AAAAAAAAA2M/p7sRo9AL7aU/s400/DSC04282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154058097231752674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness. We trashed Kim's perfectly clean kitchen! Look at this mess! And there were no kids around to blame for this one. &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;And our last video for this post is a re-enactment of Tara's Birthday song. (No animals were injured during the making of this film.) Special thanks to the cameo appearance from Conner, and thanks to Shannon for the fancy camerawork, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-489afeeb1412d17e" 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://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D489afeeb1412d17e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D347CBE1A6356E4320CEEA382B912C910E578A63B.2CFA633DAAA819691D8DE3DED449841D1189BEE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D489afeeb1412d17e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJb4lfEezaYNCKE7RkHqW3qFsFRQ&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://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D489afeeb1412d17e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D347CBE1A6356E4320CEEA382B912C910E578A63B.2CFA633DAAA819691D8DE3DED449841D1189BEE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D489afeeb1412d17e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJb4lfEezaYNCKE7RkHqW3qFsFRQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a wonderful time with Tara. We hope there are many more times like this ahead! We love you and your sweet husband and kids, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;VERY VERY MUCH!!!!&lt;/span&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/3365622794514054323-1313906033790579618?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=489afeeb1412d17e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1313906033790579618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=1313906033790579618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1313906033790579618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1313906033790579618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-tara.html' title='Happy Birthday Tara!!!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R4bgRzU5bYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nKWAvUQ1eUA/s72-c/DSC04271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6717574004022803900</id><published>2007-12-19T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:29.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kim!!</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed a night of fun with the girls earlier this week as we got together to celebrate Kim's birthday. Oh, how much fun we had! I just can't even tell you. There is just something therapeutic about being with people who you can trust. People who are on the same page as you; people who you can be yourself around. And when you leave, you leave better. Not "high maintenance" friendships. Just steady, normal, consistent people. Who encourage each other and help each other. And these girls are just that. They are a group of truly awesome women, all successful in their own right. Isn't it great to get to have some free time away from the house and the kids just to laugh? (shout out to the husbands here!) Well I assure you there was plenty of laughing going on. Here are a few of our pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYxjU5bUI/AAAAAAAAA08/B2nNz9PpJHo/s1600-h/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145812026311404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYxjU5bUI/AAAAAAAAA08/B2nNz9PpJHo/s400/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim with her birthday cheesecake. Doesn't she look great for 42?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYyDU5bVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HT2uKEioyOs/s1600-h/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145812034901339474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYyDU5bVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HT2uKEioyOs/s400/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shannon &amp;amp; Kim pose for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYyjU5bWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/P6ac3Fdx0jY/s1600-h/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145812043491274082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYyjU5bWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/P6ac3Fdx0jY/s400/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Erica smiling for the camera.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYzDU5bXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1DAcyZAJUuw/s1600-h/Hutson+Party+12.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145812052081208690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYzDU5bXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1DAcyZAJUuw/s400/Hutson+Party+12.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry. I don't know how this picture made it on the blog!&lt;em&gt; Oops&lt;/em&gt;! This is me, Kim, Shannon and the neighbor boy on his golf cart acting silly. Erica is not in this picture but that is probably a good thing; Erica and I have a history of knocking off the roofs of golf carts. (but that's a whole other story altogether!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I was kidding earlier when I said Kim was 42. She's really just 40. Okay, kidding again. She is still a youngin' in her early 30's.  I added this last video reluctantly because you can't see anything. Literally, the screen is almost black. (And yes, this is a first for &lt;em&gt;Southern Housewife&lt;/em&gt;. I typically don't add videos unless you can see something. Isn't that the point of a &lt;em&gt;video&lt;/em&gt;?) However, I added it anyway because you can hear the one thing Kim says in this video and its pretty funny to me. Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8de7d293d5a6d351" 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://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8de7d293d5a6d351%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D176D906C256F993876DFE9A75DBCA836611D44D5.734D66D0F5CDBA5CA8EFB11D219C500809BD84EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8de7d293d5a6d351%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXkanv0ujcbxt45gA-OkJAvRpIA&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://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8de7d293d5a6d351%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D176D906C256F993876DFE9A75DBCA836611D44D5.734D66D0F5CDBA5CA8EFB11D219C500809BD84EE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8de7d293d5a6d351%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXkanv0ujcbxt45gA-OkJAvRpIA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the latest installment of Southern Housewife! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-6717574004022803900?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8de7d293d5a6d351&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6717574004022803900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6717574004022803900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6717574004022803900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6717574004022803900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-kim.html' title='Happy Birthday Kim!!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2mYxjU5bUI/AAAAAAAAA08/B2nNz9PpJHo/s72-c/Kim%27s+Bday+12.07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-5357013216790267408</id><published>2007-12-12T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:30.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in the Nursery</title><content type='html'>Our kids love the nursery at church. It's a time for them to play with other kids their age, and it's a big room full of new toys. Doesn't that sound great to you? Well, we drop our kids off and pick them up, but how many of us really know what happens in the nursery? Well, my mother and I are now working in the one year old class with the twins once a month, so I got some video footage that you are going to love. Yes, you are going to love it. They are all so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute you may not be able to stand it. Okay, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first video is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Camden playing ring around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rosie&lt;/span&gt;. Their friend Roman comes over and joins in and Camden and Roman end up in a pile on the floor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; just laughs at them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c28b3bfacd424f50" 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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc28b3bfacd424f50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63A088E4A8B1AE4A57E832A6903BC15DCB08857A.1314818D4FB4DE62653E753971970104C75BB97D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc28b3bfacd424f50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYebwxbzCGaqGgBPs-Kk-qJS99jE&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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc28b3bfacd424f50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63A088E4A8B1AE4A57E832A6903BC15DCB08857A.1314818D4FB4DE62653E753971970104C75BB97D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc28b3bfacd424f50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYebwxbzCGaqGgBPs-Kk-qJS99jE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our next clip is from snack time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt;, Camden, &amp;amp; Roman are at one table, and Tanner and Hailey are at the other. Wow, these kids love their goldfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cdd6c7bf4b480ef8" 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://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcdd6c7bf4b480ef8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D577BA3A01C7A414C9130B084E0F0041875166200.4FD08BB938B1E88399B247B45724F50B8061A717%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdd6c7bf4b480ef8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpG3qre-mJJmF7wBqmSdpUEwAGWA&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://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcdd6c7bf4b480ef8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D577BA3A01C7A414C9130B084E0F0041875166200.4FD08BB938B1E88399B247B45724F50B8061A717%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcdd6c7bf4b480ef8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpG3qre-mJJmF7wBqmSdpUEwAGWA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what it's like in the nursery with the kids. They all have such a good time. How funny will it be to look back at these videos when they are 18 years old? I have lots of pictures for you to see as well. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aod02VpxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rWUaYh-58Mg/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155267324978962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aod02VpxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rWUaYh-58Mg/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;, Roman, and Camden discuss politics over their goldfish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apple juice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aoek2VpyI/AAAAAAAAA0E/V98de8CEz6U/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155280209880866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aoek2VpyI/AAAAAAAAA0E/V98de8CEz6U/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roman says, "You're absolutely right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt;. We must have immigration policy reform!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aoe02VpzI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9adh1o0DjFY/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155284504848178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aoe02VpzI/AAAAAAAAA0M/9adh1o0DjFY/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner and Hailey enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;snack time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2AofE2Vp0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/CoX9K8kpcoY/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155288799815490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2AofE2Vp0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/CoX9K8kpcoY/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Roman hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2AofU2Vp1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/78F1XqKd11s/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155293094782802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2AofU2Vp1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/78F1XqKd11s/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot. This is what happens in the one year old class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2ApRE2Vp2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/zuuZmsAAnfA/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143156147793274722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2ApRE2Vp2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/zuuZmsAAnfA/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; practice ring around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rosie&lt;/span&gt; some more, while Hailey chews on Romans boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2ApRU2Vp3I/AAAAAAAAA0s/-aNFJm-vfVg/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143156152088242034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2ApRU2Vp3I/AAAAAAAAA0s/-aNFJm-vfVg/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the kids playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2ApR02Vp4I/AAAAAAAAA00/SeCqgtIr1KI/s1600-h/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143156160678176642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2ApR02Vp4I/AAAAAAAAA00/SeCqgtIr1KI/s400/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;boyz&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;south side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' it old school in the nursery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-5357013216790267408?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c28b3bfacd424f50&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cdd6c7bf4b480ef8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5357013216790267408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=5357013216790267408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/5357013216790267408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/5357013216790267408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-in-nursery.html' title='Time in the Nursery'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/R2Aod02VpxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rWUaYh-58Mg/s72-c/Nursery+with+twins+12.07+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-3509031253558374622</id><published>2007-12-06T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:41:51.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello everyone!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone still check this thing? I think a couple people do because I keep getting asked! Thank you for reading! So its been almost a month since my last post. We've been kind of busy.  But that only means there are lots of stories and pictures and videos stored up and waiting to be posted for your daily amusement. I have lots to choose from so let's jump right in. Here are some videos from the past couple weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This cute little clip is of Camden, The Hubby, and Paw Paw chillin' on the sofa watching the Iron bowl. The Hubby is teaching Camden how to cheer for his team:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b4f7f0483a90720e" 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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db4f7f0483a90720e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67394A8E8E6CBD849D2D76509C324DAE21BCF220.60E92582E5501E2658613972444F051C867AD17F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4f7f0483a90720e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkukxMZzmnblh2eM7IQ7Q60KiIIU&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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db4f7f0483a90720e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67394A8E8E6CBD849D2D76509C324DAE21BCF220.60E92582E5501E2658613972444F051C867AD17F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4f7f0483a90720e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkukxMZzmnblh2eM7IQ7Q60KiIIU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was Christmas shopping with my Mom and the twins one day, and we decided to meet up with my Dad and brother for lunch. Here we are having burgers and fries and lots of laughs:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29758a7f21c6e785" 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://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29758a7f21c6e785%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28C36EEC317C6EF60513536B577B4AE258939A16.41445EFEC963C43715FE155DD25CA0DCA0BEC30E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29758a7f21c6e785%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtxxsJ70UzQjGe6MS7Z9Ge8Di7gs&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://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29758a7f21c6e785%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28C36EEC317C6EF60513536B577B4AE258939A16.41445EFEC963C43715FE155DD25CA0DCA0BEC30E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29758a7f21c6e785%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtxxsJ70UzQjGe6MS7Z9Ge8Di7gs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More to come! Keep checking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-3509031253558374622?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29758a7f21c6e785&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b4f7f0483a90720e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3509031253558374622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=3509031253558374622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/3509031253558374622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/3509031253558374622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello everyone!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7444919819501765114</id><published>2007-11-08T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:31.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow up so fast</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took the kids out to get lunch with our friend Leigh Ann. The kids love to get out of the house and so do I. We ate at this great little Greek place I have been anxious to try called The Pita Hut. (cute, huh?) My mother-in-law had told me that she tried it before and that I would probably like it. It was great. (For those of you who live in B'ham, you've got to try it. It's on 280 behind Sneaky Pete's and next to Wal-mart.) Anyway, the twins had such a great time as you will see in the below videos and pictures. Their personalities develop more and more every day. I am amazed at the things that entertain them. They are so funny to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a special note here: A grateful thank you to Leigh Ann for taking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the below videos and pictures of the kids. She really has a great eye for photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first video installment of the day is me, trying to feed Camden some vanilla pudding quite unsuccessfully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f5bbc2735468cf9" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f5bbc2735468cf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D457EAAA57C948C2724747A7EDC12C35190356C51.1FA83644F9E8314E0797CF0AE76AAF2CBA34C7AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f5bbc2735468cf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE7KmvicXALMxRFx5mWGLfMfJpnc&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f5bbc2735468cf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D457EAAA57C948C2724747A7EDC12C35190356C51.1FA83644F9E8314E0797CF0AE76AAF2CBA34C7AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f5bbc2735468cf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE7KmvicXALMxRFx5mWGLfMfJpnc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you notice how the pudding is hanging above his eye? In this next clip I am trying to clean it off his face. He thinks this is really funny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99ff932eedbf7dd8" 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://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ff932eedbf7dd8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E540A839B3247DEC84ABC68B298544019EEB8BE.1758BCB92779CFDBDB821996E189642256C97431%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ff932eedbf7dd8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvjd5KiN-A2lTK8l2wVryTab0geg&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://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ff932eedbf7dd8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E540A839B3247DEC84ABC68B298544019EEB8BE.1758BCB92779CFDBDB821996E189642256C97431%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ff932eedbf7dd8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvjd5KiN-A2lTK8l2wVryTab0geg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This next video is one of my favorites. It shows Camden's newly found personality so well. He is laughing at a straw. What is so funny about a straw? Nothing unless you are 1 and half, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d36384eb7140da1" 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://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d36384eb7140da1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CE491122754C50E12ADC89F3D171CF2D60DB36E.44F256C6EC3575D9A589B9FFF7AA19732D2B3C73%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d36384eb7140da1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2JCqHrXCzkC_0LucuZYkX_PEOUE&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://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d36384eb7140da1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CE491122754C50E12ADC89F3D171CF2D60DB36E.44F256C6EC3575D9A589B9FFF7AA19732D2B3C73%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d36384eb7140da1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2JCqHrXCzkC_0LucuZYkX_PEOUE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this last video is of our Kensi-bear playing with her cup and talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e07c595e0a810246" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De07c595e0a810246%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ADEDE853D611C465AD042A5F313261A223AB4C6.64DF55C38D6631CA2DAA69349E6608208B1A99FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De07c595e0a810246%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqei6kbjyAbIiryrPHklCZCZOTvY&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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De07c595e0a810246%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ADEDE853D611C465AD042A5F313261A223AB4C6.64DF55C38D6631CA2DAA69349E6608208B1A99FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De07c595e0a810246%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqei6kbjyAbIiryrPHklCZCZOTvY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now, for some pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-AklziwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/35RzevKfobk/s1600-h/lunching+fun11.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130582948792470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-AklziwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/35RzevKfobk/s400/lunching+fun11.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Leigh Ann poses with an adorable look from Camden.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-BElzixI/AAAAAAAAAzM/wjCMn0P_Uw4/s1600-h/lunching+fun11.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130582957382404882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-BElzixI/AAAAAAAAAzM/wjCMn0P_Uw4/s400/lunching+fun11.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kensi really liked the Greek food. I mean REALLY liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-BUlziyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aOTfXz3bimM/s1600-h/lunching+fun11.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130582961677372194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-BUlziyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aOTfXz3bimM/s400/lunching+fun11.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;close up of Camden drinking his lemonade.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-BUlzizI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yztuYHCu5G0/s1600-h/lunching+fun11.07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130582961677372210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-BUlzizI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yztuYHCu5G0/s400/lunching+fun11.07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Camden poses for a quick shot as Kensi looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-B0lzi0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/WoCSPwL_fMs/s1600-h/lunching+fun11.07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130582970267306818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-B0lzi0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/WoCSPwL_fMs/s400/lunching+fun11.07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this was lunch; Playing with Styrofoam cups the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-b0lzi1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/kqJU-mTyWWY/s1600-h/lunching+fun11.07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130583416943905618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-b0lzi1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/kqJU-mTyWWY/s400/lunching+fun11.07+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at our beautiful little girl! Even with food on her face she is such a sweetie pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7444919819501765114?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1f5bbc2735468cf9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d36384eb7140da1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99ff932eedbf7dd8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e07c595e0a810246&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7444919819501765114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7444919819501765114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7444919819501765114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7444919819501765114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-i-took-kids-out-to-get-lunch.html' title='They grow up so fast'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzN-AklziwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/35RzevKfobk/s72-c/lunching+fun11.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6361806852525120279</id><published>2007-11-06T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:32.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Sunglasses</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have this pair of sunglasses that I love. I got them last year while we were in Seattle and they have been a prized possession for me ever since then. They are the trendy, Jennifer Lopez type of large sunglasses with gold detailing on the sides. They're functional, beautiful and exciting. Ever since I purchased these sunglasses from Nordstrom I have been more popular, made more friends and had a better life. Okay that's not true but darn it I loved those sunglasses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my daughter broke them today. &lt;em&gt;*tear.* &lt;/em&gt;Here are a couple pictures of the damage:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC6_F2lhDI/AAAAAAAAAww/z6FysNIWZQc/s1600-h/broken+sunglasses11.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129805568640648242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC6_F2lhDI/AAAAAAAAAww/z6FysNIWZQc/s400/broken+sunglasses11.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC6_F2lhDI/AAAAAAAAAww/z6FysNIWZQc/s1600-h/broken+sunglasses11.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC6_F2lhDI/AAAAAAAAAww/z6FysNIWZQc/s1600-h/broken+sunglasses11.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep. She snapped the left earpiece clean off. Metal and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129805577230582850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC6_l2lhEI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ja-u0P34pxM/s400/broken+sunglasses11.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; Poor little sunglasses. Can't you hear the funeral march right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture taken of me this past weekend at the Auburn vs Tennessee Tech football game wearing my (now unusable) favorite sunglasses ever:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC-fV2lhPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/YObgO6gwctI/s1600-h/Auburn+Game11.07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129809421226312946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC-fV2lhPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/YObgO6gwctI/s400/Auburn+Game11.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby is taking this picture. That's why his arm looks weird and my head looks big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAA12lhSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OUOLtHVy6oc/s1600-h/Auburn+Game11.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129811096263558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAA12lhSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OUOLtHVy6oc/s400/Auburn+Game11.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stop for a quick photo on the Auburn campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAUV2lhTI/AAAAAAAAAys/gRLheCsoUhs/s1600-h/Auburn+Game11.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129811431271007538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAUV2lhTI/AAAAAAAAAys/gRLheCsoUhs/s400/Auburn+Game11.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Dennis and Lindsay. They took us to the game and showed us around being that they are both Auburn Alumni. I know you can't tell, but Lindsay is two months pregnant! Congratulations to them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAx12lhUI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s1K3_9pgECE/s1600-h/Auburn+Game11.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129811938077148482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAx12lhUI/AAAAAAAAAy0/s1K3_9pgECE/s400/Auburn+Game11.07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the Auburn band stands in position to welcome the team to the field. Lindsay used to play the trumpet in the Auburn band.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAyF2lhVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/dYJ6GcVqry4/s1600-h/Auburn+Game11.07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129811942372115794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzDAyF2lhVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/dYJ6GcVqry4/s400/Auburn+Game11.07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our view of the game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Did I tell you that the Hubby is a graduate of Tennessee Tech? He is very proud of his school, regardless of the score of the game and the size of their athletic program. Tech is a very small school but they are one of the best when it comes to Engineering. The hubby's degree is in Mechanical Engineering and he is very good at his job. He's just good at everything he does, really. Except maybe ballet. I haven't ever actually seen him do ballet, but I imagine he and Mikhail Baryshnikov wouldn't compete in the same division if he did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-6361806852525120279?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6361806852525120279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6361806852525120279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6361806852525120279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6361806852525120279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/11/broken-sunglasses.html' title='Broken Sunglasses'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RzC6_F2lhDI/AAAAAAAAAww/z6FysNIWZQc/s72-c/broken+sunglasses11.07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4708860113150848931</id><published>2007-10-24T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:54:10.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The yellow school bus</title><content type='html'>We have this cute little yellow school bus toy that the kids got from their Nana for their first birthday. It teaches the kids letters and words, but also plays the ABC song. The kids love the ABC song. They dance and act silly and sometimes try to sing along and it's really funny. So here are two videos of the kids dancing to the school bus ABC song. First is Kensi, second is Camden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f88b0c347e2cd51" 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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f88b0c347e2cd51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C58EFFE8296F577661C9C5918B309ED13664673.36639BBCABDFF56E2E0C8FD440DF455D4F0C951B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f88b0c347e2cd51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXPoANNE9mqehFg_uwNN58oWMToE&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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f88b0c347e2cd51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C58EFFE8296F577661C9C5918B309ED13664673.36639BBCABDFF56E2E0C8FD440DF455D4F0C951B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f88b0c347e2cd51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXPoANNE9mqehFg_uwNN58oWMToE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0e37c2b13fd6438" 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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0e37c2b13fd6438%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BC213A3841C36F45FAF778441A0C12C4C0B167.3D67D4C088B0B7F9E8115DC4161F4874B91E822D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0e37c2b13fd6438%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS0CVzlb6pVd3xU-hjmJLLCpHvOM&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://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0e37c2b13fd6438%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BC213A3841C36F45FAF778441A0C12C4C0B167.3D67D4C088B0B7F9E8115DC4161F4874B91E822D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0e37c2b13fd6438%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS0CVzlb6pVd3xU-hjmJLLCpHvOM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movie review soon to follow...the movie I watched and will be reviewing is: Giant! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4708860113150848931?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0e37c2b13fd6438&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4708860113150848931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4708860113150848931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4708860113150848931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4708860113150848931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/yellow-school-bus.html' title='The yellow school bus'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7281014423912764606</id><published>2007-10-23T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:33.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>Yes I know. It's been awhile. I do this every now and then. Go a week or two or three; and no posts. Life gets busy sometimes, you know? I have been busy working with NASA to try to get their latest satellite launched and the CEO of Apple keeps calling me wanting me to help him with the newest software release. A girl can only do so much! I had to make time to be with family, first and foremost; and of course catch &lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; downtown. It was amazing. Simply divine. Third row seats! I sit there the whole time imagining myself in the role of Christine Daae; I picture myself singing "All I ask of you" or "The point of no return." I was a music major in college after all. Maybe it could be me up there? Then I sit back and think about what their lives must really be like. Traveling all the time, living out of a suitcase. How often do they get to see their families? They perform for a new audience every night; but like the saying goes, you can't take an audience home with you. Then I look to my left and see the hubby mouthing the words to "Masquerade" and realize that I have what so many people dream of. A gorgeous, wonderful husband (who endures Broadway performances and every Jane Austen movie ever made for me). Two amazing and sweet children, the love of so much family; I am filled with exhilaration and contentment as I realize how happy I truly am with my life. The point of this is to remind myself and you, to take inventory of your life where you are right now, and be thankful for what you have. It's a part of life to have a curve ball thrown at you now and then. Everyone in life does, to varying degrees. But we can't live in the past and imagine all the things that could have been. It's a sad place to be stuck in the "what ifs." We have to move past the wondering of "If only this or that could have happened." Let's live life in the here and now. What about today? Let's make everyday the greatest it can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all of my &lt;em&gt;when life hands you lemons make lemonade&lt;/em&gt; speech. But it's good to remind yourself of it now and then, right? Okay now for some video and pictures!! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is basically just thirty seconds of the kids riding their zebras. They love these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f82465bef085b989" 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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df82465bef085b989%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F4D5CA453576DFB147F146FBB964B58C3FA8F3F.774B720435DA20B6428726E07A9542E714B8DFC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df82465bef085b989%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyqQPzz8XVhHVKqSl-Ty1jKTRfM&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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df82465bef085b989%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F4D5CA453576DFB147F146FBB964B58C3FA8F3F.774B720435DA20B6428726E07A9542E714B8DFC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df82465bef085b989%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyqQPzz8XVhHVKqSl-Ty1jKTRfM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx492RIexNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/2gyDl5yZ1iA/s1600-h/MoreKidPics10.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124601428515407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx492RIexNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/2gyDl5yZ1iA/s400/MoreKidPics10.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our nephew Trent watches out for Kensi as she climbs in the jungle gym at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx492hIexOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/-Oz4BPvce6U/s1600-h/MoreKidPics10.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124601432810374370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx492hIexOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/-Oz4BPvce6U/s400/MoreKidPics10.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Camden has the Frisbee and Kensi wants it. She will probably take it from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx493RIexPI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mecp-n3EdGU/s1600-h/MoreKidPics10.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124601445695276274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx493RIexPI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mecp-n3EdGU/s400/MoreKidPics10.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Or just grab him by the back of the neck and shake him until he drops it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx493hIexQI/AAAAAAAAAwg/aO7cPQ6AtdQ/s1600-h/MoreKidPics10.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124601449990243586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx493hIexQI/AAAAAAAAAwg/aO7cPQ6AtdQ/s400/MoreKidPics10.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She gets so thirsty after wrangling that Frisbee from Camden!&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Update:&lt;/strong&gt; I have received my first movie from Netflix that was a reader recommendation. I will not release the title yet, but I have watched some of it and so far and it is really good. Keep checking back and I will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7281014423912764606?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f82465bef085b989&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7281014423912764606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7281014423912764606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7281014423912764606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7281014423912764606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rx492RIexNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/2gyDl5yZ1iA/s72-c/MoreKidPics10.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6107737195538701679</id><published>2007-10-15T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:33.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Discussions</title><content type='html'>I have a subscription to Netflix and have been a member for almost a year now. I love the whole concept. They mail movies to you; you watch them when you want; no late fees, no timetable. Mail it back when you're done. The next movie you have picked out and listed in your 'queue' will be mailed out to you. How easy is that? It's a great way to see lots of different movies. I really enjoy a good movie and I like to keep up with the latest cinema. Everyone has a list of their top five, or even top ten all-time favorite movies. Or maybe you have a special movie that is a "must-see" that people don't really know about. You know, one of those sleeper movies that is fabulous but didn't get a lot of publicity so people don't know how great it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me put this proposal out there to you: Since I have a subscription to Netflix, (and my queue is full of movies made before 1957), why don't you recommend your favorite movie to me? Or your favorite 3 or 5? I will take all suggestions and pick a few; Netflick them, and review it. Sound like fun? It does to me! In the comments section below this post, give me some titles. What are your favorite flicks? Let's discuss them! Now, let me just set up a few parameters to this experiment. First, no horror. It's just not gonna happen. I don't watch movies with bad violence and language and disturbing content. Also, nothing in the Brokeback Mountain genre, okay? Other than that, its all free game. I love classic film, musicals, deeply moving love stories. But I can be persuaded to watch &lt;em&gt;Earnest goes to Camp&lt;/em&gt; for the betterment of humankind. So take a few minutes, peruse your DVD collection, and let's grab the popcorn and Junior Mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will list a few of my favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jane Austen movies: &lt;em&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, Persuasion, Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;, etc. etc. Anything in this genre is tops on my list. I just had to go ahead and get that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQr_BIexII/AAAAAAAAAvA/0vde_MWWQvA/s1600-h/p%26p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121767037862855810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQr_BIexII/AAAAAAAAAvA/0vde_MWWQvA/s400/p%26p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/em&gt;: Yes, I like some action now and then. And fast cars. Check out &lt;em&gt;Bullitt&lt;/em&gt;. (that's for my Dad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQsfBIexJI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nQgl9Ms9gcM/s1600-h/bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121767587618669714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQsfBIexJI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nQgl9Ms9gcM/s400/bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Bridge on the River Kwai&lt;/em&gt;: Okay, not really. I put this here for the male readers over fifty. But I have actually seen it. And William Holden is superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQs-xIexKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pceQhGsMcug/s1600-h/Kwai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121768133079516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQs-xIexKI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pceQhGsMcug/s400/Kwai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;em&gt; The Bridges of Madison County&lt;/em&gt;: If you need a good cry this is your movie, giirrrlll. Everyone knows Meryl Streep is the new Bette Davis. Mmmhhhmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQuUhIexLI/AAAAAAAAAvY/H8tp7vkq03M/s1600-h/bridges_madison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121769606253298866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQuUhIexLI/AAAAAAAAAvY/H8tp7vkq03M/s400/bridges_madison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;JAWS&lt;/em&gt;: Anything with sharks, and I am watching. And some shark movies are REALLY corny. Well, just look at this picture and you can visibly see the hinge holding the sharks mouth together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQuUxIexMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ODkdXUHo530/s1600-h/Jaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121769610548266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQuUxIexMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ODkdXUHo530/s400/Jaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that being said, I am anxious to see what kind of response I get. And if the only response I get is &lt;em&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/em&gt; then I will thank my brother for being a faithful reader. And if I see &lt;em&gt;Groundhog Day&lt;/em&gt; then the Hubby is in BIG TROUBLE!!!! &lt;em&gt;Why do you love that movie so much?&lt;/em&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/3365622794514054323-6107737195538701679?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6107737195538701679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6107737195538701679&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6107737195538701679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6107737195538701679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/movie-discussions.html' title='Movie Discussions'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxQr_BIexII/AAAAAAAAAvA/0vde_MWWQvA/s72-c/p%26p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2053769126171076641</id><published>2007-10-15T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:34.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the corn maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend we went to this great little corn maze several miles past our house. We went with a group of people from our church and had such a great time. The corn maze itself was really cool. This was the first one I had ever seen and didn't know too much about it. It took us about 15 to 20 minutes to make our way through the maze itself. My brother, however, was stuck in it for an hour! I guess he didn't want to cheat, because all you have to do is cut through the corn rows and try another path. Perhaps he just wanted to have the full experience. Anyway, we had some really fun people on this trip and we laughed all day long. I have some funny little video clips and pictures that I hope you enjoy. If you have never been to a corn maze, it is a blast! Well, on to the videos and pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a series of short clips. This first video was taken when we first arrived at the maze. The guys were goofing around and making everyone laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5858a4e7bdcb4973" 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://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5858a4e7bdcb4973%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AA69970FCD630FB5FC8EFB5C68302CC9E212DC6.758899DB65983F7185C671C63BA9EF43DAAE6D10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5858a4e7bdcb4973%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D26NwkNuf4hJeIMZu7MxxT3Iy1WI&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://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5858a4e7bdcb4973%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AA69970FCD630FB5FC8EFB5C68302CC9E212DC6.758899DB65983F7185C671C63BA9EF43DAAE6D10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5858a4e7bdcb4973%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D26NwkNuf4hJeIMZu7MxxT3Iy1WI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we finished the corn maze, we realized there were lots of other activities. There was a small area where there were cows, horses, chickens, turkeys, goats, and other farm animals. Here is a video clip of the Hubby and Jesse watching as Byron makes animal sounds:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ff9c6af35b93ee1" 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://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ff9c6af35b93ee1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11F5EF9490CFA9B0D53872B1AE77F8C11E9F3E58.78F922058333E928566D8EF388FA5FA69468FE69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ff9c6af35b93ee1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFiPBw_lHgfVi5kzUwvPaAOur69M&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://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ff9c6af35b93ee1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11F5EF9490CFA9B0D53872B1AE77F8C11E9F3E58.78F922058333E928566D8EF388FA5FA69468FE69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ff9c6af35b93ee1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFiPBw_lHgfVi5kzUwvPaAOur69M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right past the animals was an old outhouse. (Hopefully an&lt;em&gt; out-of-commission &lt;/em&gt;outhouse...). The next video is of Byron playing around with it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-efb23e6b1c97f525" 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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defb23e6b1c97f525%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81B5529C5176A5DC0C54A32ED2268AB459ED618D.6BD02DCCD32AE6F8BBF7B968E53F3F2573613717%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defb23e6b1c97f525%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drrw8qjkQ7jxCyf9hfaIWTomLNrA&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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Defb23e6b1c97f525%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81B5529C5176A5DC0C54A32ED2268AB459ED618D.6BD02DCCD32AE6F8BBF7B968E53F3F2573613717%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Defb23e6b1c97f525%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drrw8qjkQ7jxCyf9hfaIWTomLNrA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Around the corner from the outhouse, there was a huge tower made of hay. You know those big round roll-type things of hay you see when you go on road trips? Yeah, those things. I don't know they're called. But they were stacked pretty high, so everyone climbed on top for a photo-op. Here is a five second video of Byron as he jumps off. You can hear his wife laughing at him as he falls. I love how this video ends with him in mid-air; too funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd62fbcfbdd0afe4" 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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd62fbcfbdd0afe4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C06122BD1E8BE83D8B184F20CDF44D0837F9E1F.2A1211C9B48BED80E16336BA5F950DA81CD56371%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd62fbcfbdd0afe4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBbMOo_-AvfKcNu509DbOhHFWuHs&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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd62fbcfbdd0afe4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C06122BD1E8BE83D8B184F20CDF44D0837F9E1F.2A1211C9B48BED80E16336BA5F950DA81CD56371%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd62fbcfbdd0afe4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBbMOo_-AvfKcNu509DbOhHFWuHs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures from our day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH2RIexCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_PXzb3qXS78/s1600-h/C%26CcornMaze10.07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586567632045090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH2RIexCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_PXzb3qXS78/s400/C%26CcornMaze10.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group shot, as we embark on our journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH2hIexDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ynq3CdlVcxY/s1600-h/C%26CcornMaze10.07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586571927012402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH2hIexDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ynq3CdlVcxY/s400/C%26CcornMaze10.07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you remember Nintendo and Super Mario Brothers? I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH3BIexEI/AAAAAAAAAug/o8RrtdLV6z0/s1600-h/C%26CcornMaze10.07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586580516947010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH3BIexEI/AAAAAAAAAug/o8RrtdLV6z0/s400/C%26CcornMaze10.07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was a cotton field next to the corn; Here Jesse poses with his cotton moustache. What is this fascination these guys have with moustaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH3hIexFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/CD3Vz1JoUoo/s1600-h/C%26CcornMaze10.07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586589106881618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH3hIexFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/CD3Vz1JoUoo/s400/C%26CcornMaze10.07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some chickens. I think? Are they chickens or roosters? I don't know anything about farm animals! I could probably tell if they were in plastic wrap in the freezer section, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH3xIexGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/740i7QKbh2c/s1600-h/C%26CcornMaze10.07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586593401848930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH3xIexGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/740i7QKbh2c/s400/C%26CcornMaze10.07+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A picture of some turkeys. There were lots of turkeys there that day. &lt;em&gt;Not pictured: Byron, Jesse and the Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I realize that Byron is in all of the above videos. But for good reason. He's hilarious is why! I mean this is the guy that when asked the name of the machinery that harvests corn says, "Oh yeah, that's called a concubine, right? Not a concubine? It's a columbine! Right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-2053769126171076641?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ff9c6af35b93ee1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5858a4e7bdcb4973&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd62fbcfbdd0afe4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=efb23e6b1c97f525&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2053769126171076641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2053769126171076641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2053769126171076641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2053769126171076641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-to-corn-maze.html' title='A trip to the corn maze'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RxOH2RIexCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_PXzb3qXS78/s72-c/C%26CcornMaze10.07+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4208693879989356047</id><published>2007-10-10T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:34.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say "No" to crack!</title><content type='html'>This little video from this morning doesn't need a lot of explaining. But I think you are really going to like this one! I am laughing as I write, just thinking about it!! These kids are something else, let me tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1807aaa348ec596d" 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://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1807aaa348ec596d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60186EADCDC2F66A17F2DA8835AE092A07B357D7.42F80DFFDAFD43D56450C0409DB017BEE7DCA280%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1807aaa348ec596d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5urjwHEO2v0SIP_brzN87fsbab8&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://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1807aaa348ec596d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60186EADCDC2F66A17F2DA8835AE092A07B357D7.42F80DFFDAFD43D56450C0409DB017BEE7DCA280%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1807aaa348ec596d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5urjwHEO2v0SIP_brzN87fsbab8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The kids really love our cats, Lizzy and Darcy. The cats have finally started warming up to the babies as well. Darcy will come around and let the kids pet him and hug him and he's generally okay with the whole thing. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rw0WtxIexAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/7ZIVAM79bIg/s1600-h/cat+%26+babies10.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119773326928954370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rw0WtxIexAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/7ZIVAM79bIg/s400/cat+%26+babies10.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; loves on Darcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rw0WuBIexBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6Gmy5bvnRv8/s1600-h/cat+%26+babies10.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119773331223921682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rw0WuBIexBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6Gmy5bvnRv8/s400/cat+%26+babies10.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Camden joins in a group hug for the cat, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I feel I must point out here that the mess you see in this picture is all set-up. In order for the pictures to look real and genuine, I had to place strategic props around the room to make it look "lived in." Because my house is a Southern Living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Show home&lt;/span&gt;... All the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4208693879989356047?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1807aaa348ec596d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4208693879989356047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4208693879989356047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4208693879989356047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4208693879989356047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-no-to-crack.html' title='Say &quot;No&quot; to crack!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rw0WtxIexAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/7ZIVAM79bIg/s72-c/cat+%26+babies10.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4796064255409746716</id><published>2007-10-09T13:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:14:11.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dana Carvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oA1m57X3Xok' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oA1m57X3Xok'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4796064255409746716?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4796064255409746716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4796064255409746716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4796064255409746716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4796064255409746716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/dana-carvey_5833.html' title='Dana Carvey'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7243004508618727383</id><published>2007-10-09T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:12:27.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccoli</title><content type='html'>Broccoli. It's a staple food in our home. When I am going to cook dinner and ask the Hubby what he wants, without fail his answer always includes broccoli. (Thanks to Sesame street and Tara, we know how to spell it now...B-r-o-c-c-o-l-i, broccoli! broccoli!) I used to always give it two L's. Anyway, I cook a lot of broccoli. When I am making dinner and preparing the broccoli for steaming, I seem to end up humming the above little song as I "chop broccoli..." If you didn't watch it, you HAVE to. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; funny! &lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the other night my Sister-in-law, niece and nephew were over for dinner and of course, we had broccoli. I showed them the video on You Tube and we kept singing it all night, it's so catchy. After a while, the twins started singing it too. It was hilarious, and I tried several times to get it on video. It's not the best, but you can hear them trying to say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choppin&lt;/span&gt; broccoli." Check it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9723b7b720d32bdd" 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://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9723b7b720d32bdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEB056E57FCF96A92C315B5FD6CBB3974012927B.1DB59A8731DFC44E8A99821199D01046AB9DB062%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9723b7b720d32bdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcwIVc24HintvUJvWEdas2Gpo_qo&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://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9723b7b720d32bdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEB056E57FCF96A92C315B5FD6CBB3974012927B.1DB59A8731DFC44E8A99821199D01046AB9DB062%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9723b7b720d32bdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcwIVc24HintvUJvWEdas2Gpo_qo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I also started doing yoga again this week. (I mean, yesterday I tried to do some for about 20 or 30 minutes, and now I can barely type my arms are so sore.) I used to do an hour and a half a day. What happened? Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;But alas, this must mark the end of my post for now. The kids are napping and this is my window to do more yoga; to torture myself and try to make my legs as sore as my arms, back and stomach. I will keep you posted in case I can't get out of the bed tomorrow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7243004508618727383?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9723b7b720d32bdd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7243004508618727383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7243004508618727383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7243004508618727383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7243004508618727383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/dana-carvey.html' title='Broccoli'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6852157711869351201</id><published>2007-10-05T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:58:26.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother the Rockstar...</title><content type='html'>My brother is quite the musician. He plays the 'pianoforte' very well and is quite accomplished. (It's the Jane Austen coming out in me...)Anyway, here is a little musical tidbit for you to enjoy of David singing with Byron and the Surge band. It's about two and a half minutes long, and don't worry; I can't understand a word they are saying either! When you look for David, he's the really tall one. Oh yeah, check your speakers cause it's kinda loud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6634a56574051e3d" 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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6634a56574051e3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2836BE751574DEAE2FBB306F2275A5127632EC3B.2052BC77574E1630E14FB88B1B5544FC244FECF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6634a56574051e3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDSnRg7-cPmOrp1bDc7TC36YNaoE&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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6634a56574051e3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2836BE751574DEAE2FBB306F2275A5127632EC3B.2052BC77574E1630E14FB88B1B5544FC244FECF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6634a56574051e3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDSnRg7-cPmOrp1bDc7TC36YNaoE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-6852157711869351201?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6634a56574051e3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6852157711869351201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6852157711869351201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6852157711869351201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6852157711869351201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-brother-rockstar.html' title='My brother the Rockstar...'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7065916088279244774</id><published>2007-10-04T13:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:35.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Leigh Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got out of the house today in a much needed way. We had lunch with our friend Leigh Ann! We went to a great little sandwich shop and Kensi and Camden were nice enough to let me come along. They want all of the attention, you know. While we were there, Leigh Ann offered to get some pictures of me with the kids. Yes that's right, actual pictures of my kids with ME in them, too. I was all over that. She got some great shots and a cute video too. Peep this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46af727217b7b254" 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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46af727217b7b254%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C4962889A19A65D56A0B19D9B4FF774FA9E5AE8.7A101F5ADE73952664F60A91EABE53ABA99125E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46af727217b7b254%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DewKTeHJTr5Znh4VNPFu0HE_29XI&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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46af727217b7b254%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C4962889A19A65D56A0B19D9B4FF774FA9E5AE8.7A101F5ADE73952664F60A91EABE53ABA99125E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46af727217b7b254%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DewKTeHJTr5Znh4VNPFu0HE_29XI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, the kids are in the zone when it comes to giving kisses. They love to kiss each other, kiss Mommy, kiss Daddy, kiss grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Here are a couple pics of Leigh Ann getting in on the action:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwU-3xIew9I/AAAAAAAAAto/QMhM4Az4iVk/s1600-h/lunchpics10.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117565679379071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwU-3xIew9I/AAAAAAAAAto/QMhM4Az4iVk/s400/lunchpics10.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwU-4RIew-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/A1Ya3anqxkI/s1600-h/lunchpics10.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117565687969006562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwU-4RIew-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/A1Ya3anqxkI/s400/lunchpics10.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117565692263973874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwU-4hIew_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/-Gw41TlMhcU/s400/lunchpics10.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I gotta tell ya, when these sweet little faces are turned up to you and those little lips are puckered, you just can't say no; even if they are a little slobbery! Well, I was sure to get as much lovin' from these babies as they were willing to bestow upon me. I am quite fortunate to enjoy the condescention and patronage of Lady Kensington Riley and Lord Camden Everett&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=86180189&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=18837&amp;c=1&amp;id=86180189&amp;=.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=86180189"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=86180189&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=86180189"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7065916088279244774?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=46af727217b7b254&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7065916088279244774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7065916088279244774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7065916088279244774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7065916088279244774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/lunch-with-leigh-ann.html' title='Lunch with Leigh Ann'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwU-3xIew9I/AAAAAAAAAto/QMhM4Az4iVk/s72-c/lunchpics10.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-602702388368594827</id><published>2007-10-03T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:47:28.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose Pajamas</title><content type='html'>My parents have returned from their trip to the New England area, and they brought the kids the most adorable moose pajamas. Last night we dressed the kids in their new threads and they just knew they were cute so they started doing hilarious stuff. I grabbed my camera and caught them playing together in our bathroom. Camden is spinning in circles and Kensington shows off her vocal talents once again in a rather interesting version of what we think is the ABC song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8441472734f2c36" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08441472734f2c36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D634CFD739408FDC66004B47CFB5F31F35601FE62.514D868EA6D2E8882E9962CD7DD13C4892BD6DC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8441472734f2c36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0bhzqYzRkVAEjRi71LmzHjoG3Rk&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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08441472734f2c36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D634CFD739408FDC66004B47CFB5F31F35601FE62.514D868EA6D2E8882E9962CD7DD13C4892BD6DC6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8441472734f2c36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0bhzqYzRkVAEjRi71LmzHjoG3Rk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this morning, Kensi really, and I mean really wanted to kiss Camden and give him a hug. She wants to do this all the time. Well now it has become a game to Camden. Look what happens: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b748fcf1a7c4805" 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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b748fcf1a7c4805%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46B43CEE332D34C708CD859D845C23C633BAD38D.48E5549D6B0B98DAA9F30DEE755CF1057232BE98%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b748fcf1a7c4805%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeI7RsGbL583zsODn5Ky62fd23i0&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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b748fcf1a7c4805%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46B43CEE332D34C708CD859D845C23C633BAD38D.48E5549D6B0B98DAA9F30DEE755CF1057232BE98%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b748fcf1a7c4805%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeI7RsGbL583zsODn5Ky62fd23i0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-602702388368594827?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8441472734f2c36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b748fcf1a7c4805&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/602702388368594827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=602702388368594827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/602702388368594827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/602702388368594827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/moose-pajamas.html' title='Moose Pajamas'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-9000369128519458881</id><published>2007-10-02T12:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:37:07.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Today, I got the kids ready and took them to their Daddy's office so we could all have lunch together. The twins are now 19 months old, but they still don't understand a lot of things yet. I guess you could say they don't have the ability to reason, or figure out why we do the things we do. They don't know why I dress them and put their shoes on, but they go along with it anyway. We get in the car; they don't know where we are going nor do they care but they go anyway. And it is so neat to see their faces when we pull up at the Hubby's office and he walks to the car and opens the door. They had no idea where we were going and I doubt they were sitting in their car seats wondering, "Are we going shopping? Or are we going to the grocery store?" But when they see their Daddy's face and hear his voice as he greets them, they get so excited! It is such a special moment. And one day they will be grown up, and will understand so much more. It's important that we teach them now, while they are young, the virtues of compassion, forgiveness, and the most fundamental element of humanity: Love. We have to SHOW them. So that when they are grown they can make decisions for themselves. They won't have to consult anyone else, or find out what their friends think. They will do what's right because it was lived in front of them; it becomes part of them. The Hubby and I love our parents and are so thankful for all we have learned from them. But now we are adults, and make our own decisions. We are blessed to have wonderful parents who taught us those virtues and showed us integrity and loyalty. Kensi and Camden will learn those same principles too, and when they are adults they will make decisions for themselves as well. Not because their parents told them to, but because they will know what is right. &lt;strong&gt;Love Never Fails!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while we were at our lunch today, I got some footage of the Hubby giving the kids more lemon. The kids obviously don't like lemons as most kids don't. But they keep trying it anyway! It makes my mouth water and hurts my teeth to even think about eating a lemon. Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed1f867559398dfb" 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://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded1f867559398dfb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A79825B083C12B15767EF0C79F02E0062F0194D.70CEEDC725C590D302C185C3F3BED4A62E9A4412%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded1f867559398dfb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQcUCTGYtClmEDhAF4TtVwtzJVrU&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://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded1f867559398dfb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A79825B083C12B15767EF0C79F02E0062F0194D.70CEEDC725C590D302C185C3F3BED4A62E9A4412%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded1f867559398dfb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQcUCTGYtClmEDhAF4TtVwtzJVrU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we had Mexican for lunch. We eat a lot of Mexican. It is so good! I love a good chicken chimichanga. &lt;em&gt;Chicken chimichanga&lt;/em&gt;: Say that 5 times really fast! Go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I just seriously tried to say that five times really fast and it's impossible! I actually filmed myself trying to say it and in a &lt;em&gt;Southern Housewife&lt;/em&gt; first, I am posting really bad, goofy video footage of myself trying to say it. See, this is why you keep coming back to this page; you just never know what new way I am going to implore to try to embarrass myself. Well today I succeed! Watch and laugh because I will probably take this down tomorrow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f002e9bcee7ed4aa" 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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df002e9bcee7ed4aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D200CF95EE82560846732CEBAD7E272886023DBB4.50D53F085F32F7FBED4311F14A345CA4D64280F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df002e9bcee7ed4aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuKtU13PsYMPnmGUCYCOqFL5fDTc&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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df002e9bcee7ed4aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D200CF95EE82560846732CEBAD7E272886023DBB4.50D53F085F32F7FBED4311F14A345CA4D64280F5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df002e9bcee7ed4aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuKtU13PsYMPnmGUCYCOqFL5fDTc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know if this video will make it until tomorrow...And I don't know who is more embarrassed, me or the Hubby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-9000369128519458881?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed1f867559398dfb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f002e9bcee7ed4aa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/9000369128519458881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=9000369128519458881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/9000369128519458881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/9000369128519458881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/lunch-with-daddy.html' title='Lunch with Daddy'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4449627801170650214</id><published>2007-10-01T07:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:36.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned from my Parents</title><content type='html'>Now that I am a mother and have kids of my own, I realize how important those things you pick up from your parents are. Things they show you by how they act, not necessarily things they sit down with a PowerPoint presentation to show you. Now sure, my Dad never taught me how to change out the oil in my car or replace spark plugs. And my Mother never had the lesson with me on how to properly julienne carrots; (She probably doesn't know what it is. I'm not sure I do...). But what they have taught me is a fierce loyalty to my family and friends. My parents have been this way with me and my brother our whole lives, and now that I am a mom, I have the opportunity to do so as well. My kids aren't perfect and neither am I. Who is? But when you are family, (and that includes those people you know and love that have become family), you love them NO MATTER WHAT. One definition of loyalty means "unwavering devotion." This steadfastness and constancy I have seen time and time again. Every person on the planet will have the opportunity to be loyal and constant, or desire the loyalty and constancy of others. Be loyal to those special people in your life. Don't hurt those who are hurting by judging. Love your family with an unswerving resolution. One day you may need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pictures of the kids from this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH6xIew0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/xPFkSCAl2Bc/s1600-h/babyNaptime09.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116379357872309058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH6xIew0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/xPFkSCAl2Bc/s400/babyNaptime09.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our niece and nephew, Haley &amp;amp; Trent, play pretend nap time with Kensi &amp;amp; Camden. "Time to go to sleep!"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH7RIew1I/AAAAAAAAAso/R2jHuiuFWrs/s1600-h/babyNaptime09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116379366462243666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH7RIew1I/AAAAAAAAAso/R2jHuiuFWrs/s400/babyNaptime09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Time to wake up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH8BIew2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/-BPeKsPe0_M/s1600-h/CamdenInFloor09.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116379379347145570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH8BIew2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/-BPeKsPe0_M/s400/CamdenInFloor09.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden loves blankets. He has started laying on the floor and rolling around to wrap himself up in his blankets. Here, he is on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH8RIew3I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iRP6lfSqrVw/s1600-h/CamdenInFloor09.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116379383642112882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH8RIew3I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iRP6lfSqrVw/s400/CamdenInFloor09.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He looks like he is pretend sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH8hIew4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/zpIPOCYRG80/s1600-h/CamdenInFloor09.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116379387937080194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH8hIew4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/zpIPOCYRG80/s400/CamdenInFloor09.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He laid here for several minutes. He's too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ1hIew5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/J_XNIcG2oP0/s1600-h/georgeouskids09.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116381466701251474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ1hIew5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/J_XNIcG2oP0/s400/georgeouskids09.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensi decides to sit on Camden while he is laying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ1xIew6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ONYXaTcwO5k/s1600-h/georgeouskids09.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116381470996218786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ1xIew6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ONYXaTcwO5k/s400/georgeouskids09.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness! That is my princess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ2RIew7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/cnd4ohiOE0k/s1600-h/georgeouskids09.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116381479586153394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ2RIew7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/cnd4ohiOE0k/s400/georgeouskids09.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden in mid-sneeze. I love unique pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ2xIew8I/AAAAAAAAAtg/PkSZyo83pK4/s1600-h/georgeouskids09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116381488176088002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEJ2xIew8I/AAAAAAAAAtg/PkSZyo83pK4/s400/georgeouskids09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess it feels better to have that out, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4449627801170650214?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4449627801170650214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4449627801170650214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4449627801170650214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4449627801170650214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-learned-from-my-parents.html' title='Things I learned from my Parents'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RwEH6xIew0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/xPFkSCAl2Bc/s72-c/babyNaptime09.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6732484170075864310</id><published>2007-09-28T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:37.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of New England</title><content type='html'>Well, Its Midnight on Friday night, and I have just received the first pictures from my parents on their trip to New Hampshire/Vermont/Maine. I talked to them today, and they are in Kennebunkport, Maine. Their hotel is one mile away from George W. Bush's vacation compound. Cool huh? They're having a great time. Here are some pictures of New England:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WGhIewwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/R77Xs2RMapQ/s1600-h/tom-brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115480159224251138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WGhIewwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/R77Xs2RMapQ/s400/tom-brady.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ha ha. My little joke. &lt;em&gt;On you!&lt;/em&gt; It's Tom Brady of the New England Patriots! (Who is also my fantasy football quarterback, and the Hubby has him in his league as well; And he has won all three of my games for me this season!!!!) &lt;em&gt;Yes, I am in an all female fantasy football league; more on that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WGxIewxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/sXD9trbR9jQ/s1600-h/vermont1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115480163519218450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WGxIewxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/sXD9trbR9jQ/s400/vermont1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is actually from my dad. He is super high-tech now with his little iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WHBIewyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ErcOYEpn4Nw/s1600-h/vermont2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115480167814185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WHBIewyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ErcOYEpn4Nw/s400/vermont2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love this: The power line lets you know that although you are in beautiful country, you are not far from indoor plumbing and wireless internet access. And probably a venti decaf mocha latte from Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WHBIewzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qxvjHcT_Lxw/s1600-h/vermont3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115480167814185778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WHBIewzI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qxvjHcT_Lxw/s400/vermont3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Is there any felicity in the world superior to this? Look there is some blue sky; Let us chase it!" &lt;em&gt;-Marianne Dashwood in Jane Austen's Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, many thanks to &lt;em&gt;mi Padre&lt;/em&gt; for the photos. However, I wouldn't be surprised if &lt;em&gt;mi Madre&lt;/em&gt; actually took them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot finish my post without pictures or video of the twins. This was taken while eating in a Mexican restaurant. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4bbdbad157cb6bbf" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bbdbad157cb6bbf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E7D42A509BAE8F2F771FE8F9F597F797678020F.5A14D22562B00F8FCAA071F743536444B167D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bbdbad157cb6bbf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSDj2ExlKPMOaAAJmorgZN5qRBm4&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bbdbad157cb6bbf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E7D42A509BAE8F2F771FE8F9F597F797678020F.5A14D22562B00F8FCAA071F743536444B167D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bbdbad157cb6bbf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSDj2ExlKPMOaAAJmorgZN5qRBm4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-6732484170075864310?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4bbdbad157cb6bbf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6732484170075864310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6732484170075864310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6732484170075864310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6732484170075864310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures-of-new-england.html' title='Pictures of New England'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rv3WGhIewwI/AAAAAAAAAsA/R77Xs2RMapQ/s72-c/tom-brady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6415353093482462811</id><published>2007-09-26T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:05:28.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our children are really coming into their own unique, interesting personalities. Our daughter, Kensi, is a very affectionate and loving child. She has always been this way; she loves to sit in your lap and lay her head on your shoulder and suck her two middle fingers on her right hand. And she will sit there for a long time, too. Camden, on the other hand, is more independent; he will cuddle, but it has to be his idea. And it may last for 30 minutes...or just 30 seconds. You never know. While holding him there is a joy that comes by having him in your arms, but there is also this anticipation. With every move he makes you keep thinking that at any second he is going to jump down and run away to play. Knowing that the kids are like this, it is very interesting to watch them interact, with &lt;em&gt;each other&lt;/em&gt;. As we saw on a previous post, Kensi loves to hug Camden and give him kisses. But he is now realizing he doesn't like it as much as she does. About 5 hugs and 7 kisses is enough for him. Then he usually ends up running from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in her enthusiasm to hug her brother, she grabs him with more force than is necessary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40a05297b228387e" 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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40a05297b228387e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B85514B33DAE490217F63E7BB8CC43372762C26.58AFEED3CA477275C1072D9814DD3E0D8FB1ECC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40a05297b228387e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOlXw49742QoL2XcpsrL-7hmO0_8&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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40a05297b228387e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048918%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B85514B33DAE490217F63E7BB8CC43372762C26.58AFEED3CA477275C1072D9814DD3E0D8FB1ECC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40a05297b228387e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOlXw49742QoL2XcpsrL-7hmO0_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a great little montage of pictures of Kensi and Camden hugging some more. I know there is a lot of this, but I just can't get enough of it.&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=85320541" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" flashvars="appWidth=325&amp;appHeight=244" name="slideshowpreview" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=1870B&amp;c=3&amp;id=&amp;=.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=85320541"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?source=cyo&amp;refid=85320541"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed those! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents left today on a trip to New Hampshire. They are going to take some time away to relax and take in the sights. It's going to be beautiful, too. The leaves will be changing and it will be crisp and cool. They're also going to visit Kennebunkport, Maine which is where U.S. Presidents past and present go to vacation sometimes, too. My parents got new &lt;em&gt;iPhones &lt;/em&gt;and my dad says he will email me pictures. My hope is to post a "picture of the day" from photos of their trip. Keep checking back and hopefully we will have a fresh picture of New England every day this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-6415353093482462811?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=40a05297b228387e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6415353093482462811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6415353093482462811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6415353093482462811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6415353093482462811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-love.html' title='Baby Love'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-1730810214821282856</id><published>2007-09-20T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:38.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Bread and something sweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know if you are ready for this newest video. I really don't think you are. It is the cutest, sweetest little thing and it is going to make your day! Now, prepare yourself for what's ahead; and that is all I'm going to say about it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get to the video, I want to share a delicious recipe with you for Banana Bread. I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; bananas, and anything made with them is tops in my book. I've never met with a banana bread I didn't like; but this recipe is so soft and moist and delicious, not dried out and definitely no nuts included. (The hubby doesn't like nuts in anything.) It is very simple and maybe one day when you have brown bananas, you will try this recipe. My dad and the Hubby can't get enough of this stuff. It's just good ole simple, man pleasin' food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_py4KLeI/AAAAAAAAApo/2zR4p9mBWyM/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112288883027619298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_py4KLeI/AAAAAAAAApo/2zR4p9mBWyM/s400/BananaBread09.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What you will need: a yellow cake mix, light brown sugar, oil, eggs, buttermilk, cinnamon, and of course: bananas. (the riper, the better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qC4KLfI/AAAAAAAAApw/r1VGcJZTFts/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112288887322586610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qC4KLfI/AAAAAAAAApw/r1VGcJZTFts/s400/BananaBread09.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peel bananas and throw in a bowl, like so. I always get off those stringy things that try to stay on the banana but taste like cotton. Gross! Just peel them off and throw them away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qS4KLgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/EZARB7roz-w/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112288891617553922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qS4KLgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/EZARB7roz-w/s400/BananaBread09.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blend it until its mashed, but still has some yummy little lumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qi4KLhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EaaW02R-W6A/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112288895912521234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qi4KLhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/EaaW02R-W6A/s400/BananaBread09.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then add eggs, brown sugar, cinnamon, cake mix, oil and buttermilk. Yes, this recipe also happens to call for a cake mix. You'll never know it when it is baked. Why make it harder if you don't have to? What are you anyway? The cake mix Nazi? Why do I keep explaining myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qy4KLiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/QcC9ZuTj29c/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112288900207488546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_qy4KLiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/QcC9ZuTj29c/s400/BananaBread09.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mix it until it is kind of smooth, with the occasional delicious banana lump. This is one time when lumps are good. Not good in the thighs, but good in banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAHi4KLjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7_v9joXgwmU/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112289394128727602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAHi4KLjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7_v9joXgwmU/s400/BananaBread09.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grease and flour two loaf pans and start pouring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAHy4KLkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gPyTenNu4JQ/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112289398423694914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAHy4KLkI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gPyTenNu4JQ/s400/BananaBread09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yes; this picture was not the easiest to get, as I was pouring and taking the picture myself. (Hey, I have twins; I can multi-task when I need to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAIS4KLlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uJJAo96C2RM/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112289407013629522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAIS4KLlI/AAAAAAAAAqg/uJJAo96C2RM/s400/BananaBread09.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Divide batter evenly and bake in the oven. Tip #48: It is important to make this right before your husband comes home or company arrives, so they smell how wonderful it is while it's baking and think you are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAIS4KLmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/52gvIfxALBA/s1600-h/BananaBread09.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112289407013629538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvKAIS4KLmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/52gvIfxALBA/s400/BananaBread09.07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to bake for 45 minutes; so while its in the oven do your nails, or take a bubble bath. Or even re-caulk the bathroom tile. Just stay close so you can enjoy the aromas coming from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for the video. I have left you waiting long enough, so I'll end the suspense. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e19459d8f4d10406" 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://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De19459d8f4d10406%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67907D306542B9F44AE0941DC8008BB51E77089C.565930C9078A6C60C571DFDBB14A4964C080D337%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De19459d8f4d10406%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxy7PY4nVq5HlefTVUQHgFOZf78&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://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De19459d8f4d10406%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67907D306542B9F44AE0941DC8008BB51E77089C.565930C9078A6C60C571DFDBB14A4964C080D337%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De19459d8f4d10406%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYxy7PY4nVq5HlefTVUQHgFOZf78&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 yellow cake mix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 very ripe bananas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3/4 cups buttermilk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup oil (I like canola, but vegetable is fine)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 large eggs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Grease and flour two 9 or 10 inch cake pans. Mix all ingredients together with a mixer and pour into pans. Bake  for 40-45 minutes. Cool in pans for 20 minutes then invert on a plate or rack to finish cooling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-1730810214821282856?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e19459d8f4d10406&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1730810214821282856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=1730810214821282856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1730810214821282856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/1730810214821282856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-if-you-are-ready-for-this.html' title='Banana Bread and something sweet...'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RvJ_py4KLeI/AAAAAAAAApo/2zR4p9mBWyM/s72-c/BananaBread09.07+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4656565261606373551</id><published>2007-09-17T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:40.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE HAVING TWINS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What did we do when we heard those words? Well, we were absolutely &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; expecting to hear them, so to say we were shocked is pretty accurate. I almost fell off the sonogram table and the hubby's jaw dropped straight to the floor. Did you say twins? As in two babies? Whah...? Then the tears came; tears of utter and absolute perfect happiness. At that moment we knew we were the two most blessed people on earth. God had given us not one, but two, precious lives to take care of. We couldn't wait to tell our parents and families. That was such a wonderful day. Nothing it seemed could be any better. But the day the babies were born surpassed the joy of that moment with so much more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold and rainy Saturday in February when I was wheeled into surgery. I had a c-section at 8:00 in the morning. I was Thirty-five weeks and 5 days pregnant when I delivered; normal pregnancy lasts 40 weeks, so the twins were early. Kensington was born at 8:48 and Camden at 8:49. She weighed 5 pounds and 7 ounces. Camden was smaller at 5 lb, 5 oz. That's almost 11 pounds of baby! Since they were early, they needed to go to the NICU (neo-natal intensive care unit) for specialized care. The babies were fine; they were perfect in fact; But they were early and small so we needed to be sure they were doing okay. The twins stayed in the NICU for weeks. About two for Kensi and three for Camden. We were so glad to get them home. Lets reminisce over some sweet pictures, huh? Oh, and a very special treat is below as well. I found some video clips The Hubby took of the babies when they were two days old! These have never been seen before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yMVHZasI/AAAAAAAAAog/xQ2gm97_tZc/s1600-h/VP+Camera+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111359289496791746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yMVHZasI/AAAAAAAAAog/xQ2gm97_tZc/s400/VP+Camera+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with my Doctor, two days before a very unexpected delivery. Yeah, my due date was March 28th. (Hey, I know I'm big in this picture. I was &lt;em&gt;preggars&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yKVHZaoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LC3Xug1Y51Y/s1600-h/Kensi+2+2-26-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111359255137053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yKVHZaoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LC3Xug1Y51Y/s400/Kensi+2+2-26-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kensington on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yK1HZapI/AAAAAAAAAoI/AlDa9gST_Gk/s1600-h/VP+Camera+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111359263726987922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yK1HZapI/AAAAAAAAAoI/AlDa9gST_Gk/s400/VP+Camera+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the sweetest little boy on earth, Camden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zfVHZatI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hepcy0nOyL8/s1600-h/VP+Camera+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111360715425934034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zfVHZatI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hepcy0nOyL8/s400/VP+Camera+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hubby and I hold our little miracles. I was extremely swollen and not feeling very good in this picture. But I was so happy to have these babies out of my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zf1HZauI/AAAAAAAAAow/EkqxJtTp-zU/s1600-h/VP+Camera+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111360724015868642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zf1HZauI/AAAAAAAAAow/EkqxJtTp-zU/s400/VP+Camera+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here my big brother David and the hubby's sister Jaymee hold the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yLVHZaqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3YesUgFwOxA/s1600-h/Babies+2-27-06+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111359272316922530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yLVHZaqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3YesUgFwOxA/s400/Babies+2-27-06+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the Hubby with Camden in the NICU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yMFHZarI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TmsaYaBvkmc/s1600-h/VP+Camera+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111359285201824434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yMFHZarI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TmsaYaBvkmc/s400/VP+Camera+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my mother watches over Kensi as she sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zgFHZavI/AAAAAAAAAo4/dEACE9h75N0/s1600-h/VP+Camera+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111360728310835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zgFHZavI/AAAAAAAAAo4/dEACE9h75N0/s400/VP+Camera+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here my Dad holds Kensi and tries to remember the day when he held me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zgVHZawI/AAAAAAAAApA/Ckan7hIvHPA/s1600-h/VP+Camera+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111360732605803266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zgVHZawI/AAAAAAAAApA/Ckan7hIvHPA/s400/VP+Camera+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The twins were in this plastic bed for about one or two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zg1HZaxI/AAAAAAAAApI/gudHkfubqaU/s1600-h/VP+Camera+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111360741195737874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8zg1HZaxI/AAAAAAAAApI/gudHkfubqaU/s400/VP+Camera+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few days, the babies started gaining weight and we were allowed to hold them. Here is Kensi as what I like to call a baby burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru80XlHZayI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UQbs3znujF0/s1600-h/VP+Camera+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111361681793575714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru80XlHZayI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UQbs3znujF0/s400/VP+Camera+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Camden was very very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru80YFHZazI/AAAAAAAAApY/5G2sdVbhJl8/s1600-h/VP+Camera+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111361690383510322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru80YFHZazI/AAAAAAAAApY/5G2sdVbhJl8/s400/VP+Camera+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got to stay together in this little bed until they came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru80YVHZa0I/AAAAAAAAApg/2zYuN-BvsBI/s1600-h/VP+Camera+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111361694678477634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru80YVHZa0I/AAAAAAAAApg/2zYuN-BvsBI/s400/VP+Camera+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we finally get to hold our babies and kiss their faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, all of that was a year and a half ago. These kids have totally and completely changed every aspect of our lives forever. And changed it for the better. I have never, for one second of my life, ever regretted having these babies. They are without question the best thing that has happened to us. Now, let's see the videos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first video is of Kensi. She is two days old, and has the hiccups:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e1aa1ec44c3f9ac" 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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e1aa1ec44c3f9ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50CFF8D759128F71867EC0AE23C01B20ABE65122.6771969B0B9FFCFA926B525C91681315E95CF23D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e1aa1ec44c3f9ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm9dsQgn-9g-S03KaSAemCTxanKs&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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e1aa1ec44c3f9ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50CFF8D759128F71867EC0AE23C01B20ABE65122.6771969B0B9FFCFA926B525C91681315E95CF23D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e1aa1ec44c3f9ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm9dsQgn-9g-S03KaSAemCTxanKs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This last video is of Camden. Notice how big the preemie diapers fit these little babies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4aa195ca4dc94412" 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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4aa195ca4dc94412%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BFBE14DFB2E6FF9595E02EDBD94EF9C40DEEB2F.136711B4977BDB1FCD64EE18726A681F8B694C85%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4aa195ca4dc94412%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUGSbTh5zB2D2y5JbhtqpAVoZsaQ&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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4aa195ca4dc94412%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BFBE14DFB2E6FF9595E02EDBD94EF9C40DEEB2F.136711B4977BDB1FCD64EE18726A681F8B694C85%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4aa195ca4dc94412%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUGSbTh5zB2D2y5JbhtqpAVoZsaQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4656565261606373551?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4aa195ca4dc94412&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e1aa1ec44c3f9ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4656565261606373551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4656565261606373551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4656565261606373551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4656565261606373551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-having-twins.html' title='YOU&apos;RE HAVING TWINS!!!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru8yMVHZasI/AAAAAAAAAog/xQ2gm97_tZc/s72-c/VP+Camera+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-8165925183452829795</id><published>2007-09-16T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:42.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sounds of indistinct cheering and the scent of grilling hot dogs and hamburgers in the air can only mean one thing: Football season is in full swing. From flags and pom-poms on fan's cars to the diverse array of jerseys and fantasy football leagues, I have learned to embrace the festivities as a natural part of life. I have always wondered at people who paint their face and even their bodies and drive for hours to a stadium; only to get caught in horrendous traffic, and then have to wait in line with thousands of people to sit in their seats that are hundreds of feet away from anything. And then they act like two year olds playing in the backyard in a sprinkler. To see grown men act like that! I truly don't understand it and I don't think I ever will. I just look at them in amazement; and hope and pray that my husband won't ever do it himself. Do you remember that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine's boyfriend Putty dresses up for games and paints his face? She tells him, "I can't be with anyone who paints their face." He says "okay, I won't do it anymore." So for the next game he is dressed normally; until they get there and he rips of his shirt, only to reveal that he has painted his body. Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend my brother-in-law Garrett had a game which we attended. Garrett is a football coach for a DI-AA school in Georgia, so we made a trip of it. It was pretty fun. I took some pictures to share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fvVHZadI/AAAAAAAAAmo/cohGrXTG6mI/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fwVHZaeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hr3jsSBAlhI/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987173530266082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fwVHZaeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hr3jsSBAlhI/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was when we first arrived and the band was giving a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fw1HZafI/AAAAAAAAAm4/kaIXytrORf4/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987182120200690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fw1HZafI/AAAAAAAAAm4/kaIXytrORf4/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is my niece, Haley. She's so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fxFHZagI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1VzeP8G-f1E/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987186415168002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fxFHZagI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1VzeP8G-f1E/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This particular school had a &lt;em&gt;great &lt;/em&gt;cheerleading squad. There were more guys, than girls, and I was fascinated watching them. The guys just threw those little girls up in the air like they were lighter than feathers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fxVHZahI/AAAAAAAAAnI/j3gVYpP9IXQ/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987190710135314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fxVHZahI/AAAAAAAAAnI/j3gVYpP9IXQ/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Garrett in the booth wearing his headphones. Red 44; Blue 29...that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gT1HZaiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/k2smoCn5x1c/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987783415622178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gT1HZaiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/k2smoCn5x1c/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cheerleaders doin' their thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gUVHZajI/AAAAAAAAAnY/z87ckEn9nvc/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987792005556786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gUVHZajI/AAAAAAAAAnY/z87ckEn9nvc/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is my Mother-in-law and her husband cheering for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gVFHZakI/AAAAAAAAAng/Gi__bD8ly8E/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987804890458690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gVFHZakI/AAAAAAAAAng/Gi__bD8ly8E/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, now this guy impressed me. Look at this! He just held her right here. His arms are not even in a full extension. Dude, doesn't that hurt? Well, he saw me take this picture and he seemed to really like that. I got embarrassed and had to ignore him for the rest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gVlHZalI/AAAAAAAAAno/qFYwDch4mD8/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110987813480393298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3gVlHZalI/AAAAAAAAAno/qFYwDch4mD8/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Haley and a friend posing with the team mascot. (It's a wolf, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3i81HZamI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rHCSJwCRMUU/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110990686813514338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3i81HZamI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rHCSJwCRMUU/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I just realized I had no pictures of the actual &lt;em&gt;football team&lt;/em&gt; so I added this one. Hey, you gotta remember this blog is done by a chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3i9VHZanI/AAAAAAAAAn4/vWTybGxiCTM/s1600-h/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110990695403448946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3i9VHZanI/AAAAAAAAAn4/vWTybGxiCTM/s400/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, my Sister-in-law Jaymee and my nephew Trent. It was so great to see them and spend some time with them, short as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This first video is of our sweet and funny little girl Kensington. She has been trying to learn how to jump. Nothing difficult, just a simple jump up and down in the air like her daddy does. This clip is really funny; she just can't seem to get off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-204aac3f9aca8dd4" 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://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D204aac3f9aca8dd4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44F9A8ECEF5F0652909054F1E631E4B8E204FE63.98DCE232EA4B3D004B7B60012BE01ACEC33EACE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D204aac3f9aca8dd4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHPc-ASd8MOAc0lC85h3dvPLUUg&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://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D204aac3f9aca8dd4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44F9A8ECEF5F0652909054F1E631E4B8E204FE63.98DCE232EA4B3D004B7B60012BE01ACEC33EACE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D204aac3f9aca8dd4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHPc-ASd8MOAc0lC85h3dvPLUUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We gave the kids a bath tonight and they were loving the water. More than usual. Camden actually cried when we took him out because he wanted to keep playing! But, I still got a cute video of them splashing in the tub. I hope you enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a602be7b8469f7ca" 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://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da602be7b8469f7ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D794DC476638E56D1DB3E93DE4735280B77D530.399DF9ABDDB139161BF035552DACA2996F2FE823%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da602be7b8469f7ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUX1TB6kjjrEzed1ftVPztaNexUE&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://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da602be7b8469f7ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D794DC476638E56D1DB3E93DE4735280B77D530.399DF9ABDDB139161BF035552DACA2996F2FE823%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da602be7b8469f7ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUX1TB6kjjrEzed1ftVPztaNexUE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-8165925183452829795?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=204aac3f9aca8dd4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a602be7b8469f7ca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8165925183452829795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=8165925183452829795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/8165925183452829795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/8165925183452829795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/football-weekend.html' title='Football Weekend'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Ru3fwVHZaeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hr3jsSBAlhI/s72-c/GarrettsGameUWG09.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7049242960207915007</id><published>2007-09-14T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:42.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big shoes to fill</title><content type='html'>Next weekend the Hubby and I are going white water rafting with a group from our church. I have never been white water rafting, but the Hubby has. He told me we needed some shoes to wear while in the raft; something that will protect our feet and can get wet at the same time. So, we head to Wal-mart. We came up with a couple of interesting pairs of &lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt; cool water shoes. Yeah, I'm talking about the kind of shoes I made fun of other people wearing when I was a teenager. Now, I have a pair. I am probably going to wear them, too. Here is a picture of our new shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rus4kFHZacI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_t4L3eoxXBA/s1600-h/BigShoes09.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110240394681608642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rus4kFHZacI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_t4L3eoxXBA/s400/BigShoes09.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cosmo and Vanity Fair have both called and want to do a photo shoot: ASAP. They begged us; they said they would even bump Brad and Angelina for us. But, we are just too busy to be bothered. The Hubby has a dentist appointment one day next week, and I have to get my roots done. All that and our upcoming rafting trip; we are just booked, I told em! So, while our agent notifies the press of our schedule, our son Camden finds the shoes. We are in the process of dressing them in their pajamas as it is bedtime, so they are half dressed. But he will not leave those shoes alone. He insists on wearing them around the house. Of course with camera handy I step in to document the cuteness. (&lt;em&gt;Coincidentally, after the release of this video, three networks called and want Camden to do his own reality show&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c128c84a19f2449" 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://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c128c84a19f2449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D798DAEFAA9A0C097DF4226B81F021FFFB3609234.484D0195B5E7C04454C1905B0EB4A682145DE262%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c128c84a19f2449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwxPijILj0oKukFCLTiPySvGbQmA&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://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c128c84a19f2449%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D798DAEFAA9A0C097DF4226B81F021FFFB3609234.484D0195B5E7C04454C1905B0EB4A682145DE262%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c128c84a19f2449%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwxPijILj0oKukFCLTiPySvGbQmA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Did you notice Camden's shirt? And yes, that's Kensi in her diaper. When she becomes an adult she will probably love that video and want it played at her wedding. She will probably be so proud of how skinny she is and love her facial structure. (ah come on. who am I kidding?) She will inevitably roll her eyes and call it some new, weird word for lame. Then she will make fun of US for buying such unattractive shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editors Note&lt;/strong&gt;: If you want to mute the music playing on this page it's very easy to do; On the right side of the screen scroll down right under the &lt;em&gt;blog archive&lt;/em&gt;, to where you see the word IMEEM. Just click the pause button. You will probably have to hit it twice, but it will mute the song and you can watch videos, music free. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7049242960207915007?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6c128c84a19f2449&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7049242960207915007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7049242960207915007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7049242960207915007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7049242960207915007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-shoes-to-fill.html' title='Big shoes to fill'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rus4kFHZacI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_t4L3eoxXBA/s72-c/BigShoes09.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2506179219824431744</id><published>2007-09-12T13:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:44.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking with Nana: Double Chocolate Pound Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Nana came by yesterday to spend time with her favorite daughter-in-law (yes, that's me) and her favorite twin grand babies (Kensi and Camden). And while she was here, we decided to bake. We made a most delicious double chocolate pound cake. It is so rich and delicious and fills the whole house with the most wonderful smell of chocolate. Unfortunately for the hubby, this one wasn't for us. We made it as a gift and actually gave it away! It was a little easier for me to do, as I am watching the waistline right now. But the hubby gets all kinds of delicious delicacies in his home so he really can't say much over one cake, right? &lt;em&gt;Well, you really can't, honey. Look, I'm sorry, okay?&lt;/em&gt; Let's get started on our pictorial tour of culinary artistry, shall we? (Complete recipe to follow below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug67VHZaPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uZZaagX-1oc/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109398568206690546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug67VHZaPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uZZaagX-1oc/s400/NanaCooks09.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cast of characters: Devil's food cake mix, chocolate pudding mix, sour cream, eggs, semi-sweet chocolate chips, oil and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug68VHZaRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/L9lEGs_T7EM/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109398585386559762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug68VHZaRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/L9lEGs_T7EM/s400/NanaCooks09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add cake mix, pudding, oil, water, sour cream, beaten eggs, and mix it up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug671HZaQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pE820_TIWyg/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109398576796625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug671HZaQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pE820_TIWyg/s400/NanaCooks09.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Nana demonstrates, beat the eggs before you add them to the bowl. &lt;em&gt;Okay, so yeah. This cake starts with a cake mix. Big deal! It's stinkin delicious! You gotta problem with delicious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug681HZaSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uE0bDTUW-hU/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109398593976494370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug681HZaSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uE0bDTUW-hU/s400/NanaCooks09.07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add semi-sweet chocolate chips, then mix it all up gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug6-FHZaTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/g4KjDrYbk70/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109398615451330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug6-FHZaTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/g4KjDrYbk70/s400/NanaCooks09.07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put your grandson on the counter so that he can supervise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7fVHZaUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OhxAI_zradg/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399186681981250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7fVHZaUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OhxAI_zradg/s400/NanaCooks09.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next step is crucial. Take the batter covered beaters and put them in your grand children's mouths. They will follow you around for hours afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7flHZaVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/T7ezouFHraA/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399190976948562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7flHZaVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/T7ezouFHraA/s400/NanaCooks09.07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make sure you get some on your fingers for them to lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7f1HZaWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6jSDa15go10/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399195271915874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7f1HZaWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6jSDa15go10/s400/NanaCooks09.07+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When their faces look like this, you have done it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7gFHZaXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xp1M1HwFpOk/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399199566883186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7gFHZaXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xp1M1HwFpOk/s400/NanaCooks09.07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, perfection! You may now continue in making your cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7glHZaYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jH7bhlnBTyc/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399208156817794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug7glHZaYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jH7bhlnBTyc/s400/NanaCooks09.07+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pour the batter into a greased pan and spread evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug751HZaZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hR7sxnR3XTo/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399641948514706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug751HZaZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hR7sxnR3XTo/s400/NanaCooks09.07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get your baby granddaughter handy so she can learn how to do it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug751HZaaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_z4nTNyCM3c/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399641948514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug751HZaaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_z4nTNyCM3c/s400/NanaCooks09.07+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spread it around in the pan nice and pretty, and pop it into the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug76FHZabI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MIabQlCeIaY/s1600-h/NanaCooks09.07+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109399646243482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug76FHZabI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MIabQlCeIaY/s400/NanaCooks09.07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the torture of smelling it bake for over an hour, you must leave it in the pan to cool for another hour and a half. You see, this is not just a post on baking, it is also a study, focused on an ancient method of teaching your body self-control through olfactorial stimulation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once your cake is done, turn it out on a plate and serve it to your family. This cake is guaranteed to get you a back rub and a week's worth of not having to do the dishes. Okay, we have two featured videos for this post as well. This first one is of the kids getting their faces covered in chocolate, and of course, LOVING IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32ea85130009f56b" 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://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32ea85130009f56b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27EE9B245C0B4F08CA430EE16A1ECD3D05352D34.60E2F2F9F9B5D1E5374C07338B9E6214B43840E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32ea85130009f56b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DacEsBj6EK34StySAR-QYvrIFwP0&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32ea85130009f56b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27EE9B245C0B4F08CA430EE16A1ECD3D05352D34.60E2F2F9F9B5D1E5374C07338B9E6214B43840E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32ea85130009f56b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DacEsBj6EK34StySAR-QYvrIFwP0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our next video is of Nana giving the kids some water to "cleanse their palate." They find this quite hilarious. I know what you are thinking. Why is she wearing all white to make a double chocolate pound cake? Because she didn't know we were making it until she got to my house, that's why. And I will have you know she came out of this whole adventure with minimal damage. Only one spot of chocolate and the Tide-to-go stick took care of it beautifully, thank you very much. Now watch this last video and come back and see us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bcecba87d0faeda" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bcecba87d0faeda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C46181869F854A75FA51FB038F127A6A1455813.519E48B533BD77A3D9640548C95765DB8798F350%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bcecba87d0faeda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFTyR9hrz5p4V6qXgsL724GCdQlI&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bcecba87d0faeda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C46181869F854A75FA51FB038F127A6A1455813.519E48B533BD77A3D9640548C95765DB8798F350%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bcecba87d0faeda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFTyR9hrz5p4V6qXgsL724GCdQlI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Chocolate Pound Cake:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 devils food cake mix (I always use Pillsbury)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 - 5.9 oz pkg instant chocolate pudding mix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 0z sour cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup vegetable or canola oil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 eggs, beaten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup warm water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 pkg semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preheat oven to 350. In a bowl, combine all ingredients except chocolate chips and mix well. Then add semi-sweet chocolate chips and stir gently. Pour into a greased bundt pan and bake for at least an hour. I usually cook for about 1 hour and 10 minutes. (Test with a knife or toothpick.) Let it cool in pan for at least an hour and a half; turn out on a plate and enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-2506179219824431744?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1bcecba87d0faeda&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=32ea85130009f56b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2506179219824431744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2506179219824431744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2506179219824431744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2506179219824431744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/baking-with-nana-double-chocolate-pound.html' title='Baking with Nana: Double Chocolate Pound Cake'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rug67VHZaPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uZZaagX-1oc/s72-c/NanaCooks09.07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2950016357178189814</id><published>2007-09-10T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:45.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trent-o!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weekend was our nephew, Trent's birthday. He is now a strapping young man at the ripe age of 12. But he is wise beyond his years. He is oh so frugal with his money; he watches the stock market (he bought Google at $100 you know); and he will only wear Nike shoes on his feet; But this young man is bounding with charisma and potential. He is one of those kids everyone likes and parents want their kids to be friends with. You know the whole, "why can't you be more like &lt;em&gt;blank&lt;/em&gt;" statement? I've heard it said many a time with Trent's name in there. He is truly one of a kind and we love him so very much. I hope my son will be like him, too. Well, we celebrated the anniversary of Trent's birth on Sunday. We grilled out hamburgers, which the Hubby did a fabulous job of cooking, and then we had cake! The below videos and pictures are in no order and have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relevance&lt;/span&gt;. They probably don't make sense either, but they are what they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first video is from this morning. The kids were playing on the sofa. Sometimes people just don't know when to quit; and here is a prime example. Now, keep in mind the kids do all their own stunt work. There are no stand i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;n's&lt;/span&gt; or stunt doubles. Note:&lt;em&gt; no children were harmed in the making of this video:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a8b8943803b2e17" 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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a8b8943803b2e17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B503AF2A5DC92AC3500F66E4FEE3798E60A5D7C.79DE8B39A98E5EE7166BAFF931D71BE474C7215B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a8b8943803b2e17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBPsaCos6mytwVUNJPZnKvr9E4xg&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a8b8943803b2e17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B503AF2A5DC92AC3500F66E4FEE3798E60A5D7C.79DE8B39A98E5EE7166BAFF931D71BE474C7215B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a8b8943803b2e17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBPsaCos6mytwVUNJPZnKvr9E4xg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx0J0WkII/AAAAAAAAAjg/SwzGgeZ5JGo/s1600-h/Camdensleeping08.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108684861868511362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx0J0WkII/AAAAAAAAAjg/SwzGgeZ5JGo/s400/Camdensleeping08.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a random picture I took last week of Camden sleeping. Yes, he is laying on his arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108684866163478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx0Z0WkJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DOMHvH0CxG4/s400/Playtime09.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How can a little boy be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute? Come on now! I didn't put this on him either; He just likes to wear hats like his Daddy. This was all Camden's idea. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx0p0WkKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VoglIyRQ7rM/s1600-h/Playtime09.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108684870458445986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx0p0WkKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VoglIyRQ7rM/s400/Playtime09.07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side view. He wore this hat for a long time, actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx1J0WkLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kvNy8PW9hHo/s1600-h/Playtime09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108684879048380594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx1J0WkLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kvNy8PW9hHo/s400/Playtime09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We go through lots of diapers. A box this size lasts about, oh...a week and a half, maybe. So we have lots of extra boxes around. We've learned to use them for storage, for planters, for firewood; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; have lots of uses. I also have some nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Huggies&lt;/span&gt; Cardboard art I'm selling on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx1Z0WkMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YFEYgxT-OEA/s1600-h/Playtime09.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108684883343347906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx1Z0WkMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YFEYgxT-OEA/s400/Playtime09.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the little girl plays 'hide and seek.' She thinks if her head is hidden behind the blinds I can't see her. Ah, the brain of a one year old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWyrp0WkNI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Mp55Fzn0jec/s1600-h/Playtime09.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108685815351251154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWyrp0WkNI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Mp55Fzn0jec/s400/Playtime09.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found you sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWysJ0WkOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/z3Oa7ywfl3E/s1600-h/TrentoBday09.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108685823941185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWysJ0WkOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/z3Oa7ywfl3E/s400/TrentoBday09.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids watching Trent play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWysp0WkPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yJixDfa59K4/s1600-h/TrentoBday09.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108685832531120370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWysp0WkPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yJixDfa59K4/s400/TrentoBday09.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden wants some more cake! Please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWytZ0WkQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Easv4ZREg1E/s1600-h/TrentoBday09.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108685845416022274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWytZ0WkQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Easv4ZREg1E/s400/TrentoBday09.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Trent's birthday cake, we all decide to go for a walk. From left to right: Haley, The Hubby, Jaymee, Laurie (The hubby's mom), and Trent. Strollers left to right: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Camden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWytZ0WkRI/AAAAAAAAAko/vjPrIvh3qyI/s1600-h/TrentoBday09.07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108685845416022290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWytZ0WkRI/AAAAAAAAAko/vjPrIvh3qyI/s400/TrentoBday09.07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we visited Daddy at his office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; HAD to have her purse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWy4p0WkSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RJ1Wa8WEuAU/s1600-h/TrentoBday09.07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108686038689550626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWy4p0WkSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RJ1Wa8WEuAU/s400/TrentoBday09.07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the sweet Camden in his new blue shirt. Doesn't it bring out his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ab09964208619a1" 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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ab09964208619a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D364D84AF9FD6D944865EE5F4CF9B65E4399AB647.1674C3279FE5C4E0A19E121A81079BD8BBE3C2EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ab09964208619a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNKHMXLlXfWLNcrBy9FC3rbsN6ow&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ab09964208619a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D364D84AF9FD6D944865EE5F4CF9B65E4399AB647.1674C3279FE5C4E0A19E121A81079BD8BBE3C2EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ab09964208619a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNKHMXLlXfWLNcrBy9FC3rbsN6ow&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This last little video I threw in here for no particular reason. It's just a simple video of the kids. Camden really likes his crackers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-2950016357178189814?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2ab09964208619a1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a8b8943803b2e17&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2950016357178189814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2950016357178189814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2950016357178189814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2950016357178189814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-weekend-was-our-nephew-trents.html' title='Happy Birthday Trent-o!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RuWx0J0WkII/AAAAAAAAAjg/SwzGgeZ5JGo/s72-c/Camdensleeping08.07+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7071371140211216910</id><published>2007-09-05T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:48.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time off with the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well the hubby took off a couple days from work to spend some quality time with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. Time we much appreciate. We love it when he takes time off for no other reason than just to be at home with those who love him most. While he was home, we decided to let our children try to feed themselves during lunch. So, we gave them toddler spoons and green bean casserole and let them have at it. Of course, I got video footage of the whole thing. Surprisingly, we didn't end up with green beans on the ceiling or in our hair. They did pretty good with whole thing. Take a look: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-944c8d53fc39e93e" 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://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D944c8d53fc39e93e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9BF499C8EB21A65A45E9057199871503BFFFC91.F94B80A70F567EFA5368C1FB84B34CA0484EAB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D944c8d53fc39e93e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3XAAVO_xgd7kdcn3w1Fs84reMLI&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D944c8d53fc39e93e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9BF499C8EB21A65A45E9057199871503BFFFC91.F94B80A70F567EFA5368C1FB84B34CA0484EAB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D944c8d53fc39e93e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3XAAVO_xgd7kdcn3w1Fs84reMLI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being that we live in Alabama, football is huge. Let me repeat myself: football is HUGE! Especially this year since we have this fabulous new coach that everyone loves named Nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saban&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really know a whole lot about it, or him; but since I have a husband, brother, father, and a brother-in-law (who is a football coach himself) I must live with this phenomenon called: football season. And actually, my sister-in-law Jaymee is much more qualified to discuss this subject than me! The whole point of this before I started rambling is about Alabama football. Since the Tide had their first game on Saturday, the twins had to dress for the occasion. If you are an Auburn fan, I apologize. Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801688550009618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFChjaxI/AAAAAAAAAho/V6k-GnRJGpE/s400/AlabamaOutfits09.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Hubby with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Camden in their cute Alabama outfits. Back view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFShjayI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aY7mxD2D4hw/s1600-h/AlabamaOutfits09.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801692844976930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFShjayI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aY7mxD2D4hw/s400/AlabamaOutfits09.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Camden again, in their cute outfits. Front view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFShjazI/AAAAAAAAAh4/awKl7iKO9o4/s1600-h/AlabamaOutfits09.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801692844976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFShjazI/AAAAAAAAAh4/awKl7iKO9o4/s400/AlabamaOutfits09.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has on her matching red sandals and her Cinderella purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFihja0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/4P9In40cpP8/s1600-h/AlabamaOutfits09.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801697139944258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFihja0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/4P9In40cpP8/s400/AlabamaOutfits09.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she must stop for one more picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFihja1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/yTx_Av2sarA/s1600-h/AlabamaOutfits09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801697139944274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFihja1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/yTx_Av2sarA/s400/AlabamaOutfits09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here Uncle David holds Camden in his lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The kids spent the night with Grammy and Paw Paw so they decided to play dress-up. Camden wanted to be Superman and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; is always a princess. Grammy bought them cute little outfits to play in. Check out this round of shots! Now you must prepare yourself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8Cpihja2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SI9cCPlJcZU/s1600-h/DressUp09.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106803415126862690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8Cpihja2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SI9cCPlJcZU/s400/DressUp09.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Daaaa&lt;/span&gt;!!! Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen: Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8Cpyhja3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/u7rMaRmgR6U/s1600-h/DressUp09.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106803419421830002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8Cpyhja3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/u7rMaRmgR6U/s400/DressUp09.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its a bird, its a plane...No! Its Super-Camden! Saving the day in style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8CqChja4I/AAAAAAAAAig/NOm7llmM47w/s1600-h/DressUp09.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106803423716797314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8CqChja4I/AAAAAAAAAig/NOm7llmM47w/s400/DressUp09.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The princess is on her royal throne and will not allow the Super-hero to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8CqChja5I/AAAAAAAAAio/lp2JVfxQDnM/s1600-h/DressUp09.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106803423716797330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8CqChja5I/AAAAAAAAAio/lp2JVfxQDnM/s400/DressUp09.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, the Super-hero goes to test out his new shoes and see if anyone else needs rescuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Monday, we went to a church-wide picnic at a friends house. We were not there very long as the kids had not had their nap. But, I did grab a few great pictures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FLyhja6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/KVjBU4CgEpk/s1600-h/Picnic09.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106806202560637858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FLyhja6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/KVjBU4CgEpk/s400/Picnic09.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Paw Paw with his perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grand babies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMChja7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JpfT0_lXM_A/s1600-h/Picnic09.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106806206855605170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMChja7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JpfT0_lXM_A/s400/Picnic09.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Grammy cuddles with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMShja8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/XkBSYXIukZo/s1600-h/Picnic09.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106806211150572482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMShja8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/XkBSYXIukZo/s400/Picnic09.07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids love to sit in Paw Paw's lap and try to drink his water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMihja9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/_9tOAbzIjfI/s1600-h/Picnic09.07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106806215445539794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMihja9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/_9tOAbzIjfI/s400/Picnic09.07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yes; This picture is here because he picked on me at the picnic. Take that Wendell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMihja-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NnJ1sSC5AjI/s1600-h/Picnic09.07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106806215445539810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8FMihja-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NnJ1sSC5AjI/s400/Picnic09.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the boys. Uncle David left, the hubby right, and Camden stands in front. And that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; with her new turquoise bow, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before I close down my post for the day, there is one more thing I must discuss. To those of you out there who are married, this is for you. You know those silly things your spouse does just because they know they can get a rise out of you? Well, the hubby knows how I feel when he wears socks with his sandals. It is the biggest fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;-pas known to man besides leopard spandex pants, maybe. Just maybe. Well, the hubby does this when he goes to play golf. He says he can't wear his golf shoes on pavement because it will mess them up. So he wears his sandals over his socks, until he gets there. But it's just embarrassing to me! Did I ever tell you that in 1999 when I met the hubby, that on our first date he showed up wearing socks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Birkenstocks&lt;/span&gt;? Oh yes he did. Yes, he did. Well I caught him doing this again. But he wasn't going to play golf. He was taking out the trash. What if one of our neighbors saw this???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8HUyhja_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/kKnV4Ps_Li0/s1600-h/Socks09.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106808556202716146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8HUyhja_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/kKnV4Ps_Li0/s400/Socks09.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, now we have to move!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7071371140211216910?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=944c8d53fc39e93e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7071371140211216910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7071371140211216910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7071371140211216910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7071371140211216910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-of-with-family.html' title='Time off with the family'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt8BFChjaxI/AAAAAAAAAho/V6k-GnRJGpE/s72-c/AlabamaOutfits09.07+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-5690623311929074931</id><published>2007-09-04T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:10:37.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More videos</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we have some cute videos that I feel I must post because they bring a smile to your face. Also, because my mother and mother-in-law demand more videos!! So here are some highlights. This first video is of Camden pushing Kensi on a little car. It's about 17 seconds. His laugh will make you melt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c843d5be035a6814" 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://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc843d5be035a6814%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DF118E53205D1E7BE2DC22764F046AC51863BA3.62FA535B46370C99E18A6FD9677D837448609D76%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc843d5be035a6814%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do9HklrKuY76xQyFflyeVPPg6y3Y&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc843d5be035a6814%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DF118E53205D1E7BE2DC22764F046AC51863BA3.62FA535B46370C99E18A6FD9677D837448609D76%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc843d5be035a6814%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do9HklrKuY76xQyFflyeVPPg6y3Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our next video is a favorite and very popular. This is Kensi's first taste of a lemon. Her faces are priceless! This video is just about 10 seconds:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42c5383eae3468c6" 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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42c5383eae3468c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E31E55698B04B1A4FA09FA9DB5AB9161D93F3B3.6382AC2037C44B9530AB70E7535DC9A3F0525233%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42c5383eae3468c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkjBz4KPnn4nAcu0VZid7mX7XV4E&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42c5383eae3468c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E31E55698B04B1A4FA09FA9DB5AB9161D93F3B3.6382AC2037C44B9530AB70E7535DC9A3F0525233%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42c5383eae3468c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkjBz4KPnn4nAcu0VZid7mX7XV4E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this last video is my longest yet, and this post is it's premiere. This one was taped in a studio on some stairs. But I must warn you the studio is pretty messy. There are clothes and things all over the stairs, but we're at a studio, remember. There's no reason to think this is OUR house and OUR messy stairs; because it's not. I repeat, this is a studio; because our house is very clean. All the time. Especially our stairs. So clean you could sleep on them, or eat on them. Not that you would want too though, gross! Anyway, now that we have that straight, check out this new clip. It's about 1 minute long. Kensi has learned to count, sort of, and she is very happy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e97376d8e11cca5" 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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e97376d8e11cca5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F737571F49E7A6EBF26050C6781DFA5FAB86CD4.34FA46D6B32F515C6BC3DDB08C5D31232386FB8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e97376d8e11cca5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVWkUXIx6UVkR5KFDCHUgsq_nALU&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e97376d8e11cca5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F737571F49E7A6EBF26050C6781DFA5FAB86CD4.34FA46D6B32F515C6BC3DDB08C5D31232386FB8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e97376d8e11cca5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVWkUXIx6UVkR5KFDCHUgsq_nALU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you have enjoyed this latest installment of videos! It is fun for us to get to share them with you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-5690623311929074931?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e97376d8e11cca5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42c5383eae3468c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c843d5be035a6814&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5690623311929074931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=5690623311929074931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/5690623311929074931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/5690623311929074931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-videos.html' title='More videos'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7337349104442109274</id><published>2007-08-30T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:49.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate at Chick-fil-A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today the twins and I went to Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A with our friends, Shannon and Kim and their kids to play and have lunch. We had so much fun, even though my kids just stood there the whole time watching the other kids play. Shannon's little boy Roman is the same age as the twins, but he was climbing all over the place and having a blast! He climbed all the way through the jungle gym and went down the slide several times. And here are my kids, just standing there watching. Kim's youngest little boy Tanner is one, and he was also playing and enjoying himself. The twins? Still standing there. Yes, it was a little embarrassing. But, after a while they started to venture out a little, which you will see in the video below. They are trying to climb up the slide backwards. I was just proud of them for trying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc87d3e3a9db70e9" 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://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc87d3e3a9db70e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BC0F00E256C137E37301445531319A19F29988E.80C4077ECD3BB06CF685F9E9269D9A3543FB1CDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc87d3e3a9db70e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGGDAUiA_U4zdtE8CfB3xLCPvyj4&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc87d3e3a9db70e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BC0F00E256C137E37301445531319A19F29988E.80C4077ECD3BB06CF685F9E9269D9A3543FB1CDA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc87d3e3a9db70e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGGDAUiA_U4zdtE8CfB3xLCPvyj4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you notice how Tanner had to move somewhere else to play because my kids wouldn't go anywhere? Yeah, sorry about that Tanner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, here are some pictures from our fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WShjanI/AAAAAAAAAgY/f2l7hBE9leY/s1600-h/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106366578298153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WShjanI/AAAAAAAAAgY/f2l7hBE9leY/s400/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Roman looking up at the bigger kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WShjaoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Wpk_SwOs_WI/s1600-h/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106366578298153602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WShjaoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Wpk_SwOs_WI/s400/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden pretty much hung out here the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WihjapI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vxOUAfD8pws/s1600-h/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106366582593120914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WihjapI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vxOUAfD8pws/s400/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; pretty much did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WihjaqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/5IuzyEIGHIQ/s1600-h/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106366582593120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WihjaqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/5IuzyEIGHIQ/s400/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they follow Roman, because he is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WyhjarI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bRUyCX289F8/s1600-h/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106366586888088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WyhjarI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bRUyCX289F8/s400/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden watches as Roman shows him how to really play. And see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; climbing over there? Well, that's as far as she went. Actually, she didn't even make it to the first step. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11oShjasI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zYXAsYH0Fwg/s1600-h/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106366887535798978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11oShjasI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zYXAsYH0Fwg/s400/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Parker. It was his birthday and he had to show us his 'guns.' He told us that now that he is five, he is faster and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt; and bigger. And he is! Happy Birthday Parker!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, that is Shannon behind him. I have to give her some props here. She showed up for this playdate with three kids. Iris, who is not quite 3, Roman, a year and a half, and get this: a 3 week old!!! Hello somebody!! And her hair is fixed and she has on make-up! So can someone please remind me that I can never complain!? I mean, not that I do. Ever. Like ever. Really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7337349104442109274?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc87d3e3a9db70e9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7337349104442109274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7337349104442109274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7337349104442109274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7337349104442109274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/playdate-at-chick-fil.html' title='Playdate at Chick-fil-A'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rt11WShjanI/AAAAAAAAAgY/f2l7hBE9leY/s72-c/chick-fil-a+playdate08.07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2669402163068326106</id><published>2007-08-29T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:00:05.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Filmmaking</title><content type='html'>We have a new game we play with our kids. We ask them, "Where's your tummy? Where's your nose?" and so on. This little video clip is of just that. I am asking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; and then Camden where certain things are. Now, don't be upset at the rawness of this video footage. My lighting director was out today so we had to make do with just make-up and wardrobe. There are a few shadows in the video but I am doing the best I can with what I have to work with. If my actors could actually follow the script it would help matters immensely. (Plus, it didn't help that 'Key Grip' and 'Dolly Grip' were out on vacation.) So don't pull out your Valentino gown and Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;De&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Renta&lt;/span&gt; pumps in preparation of the Oscars. We've got a ways to go yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a66eea1342bda78d" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da66eea1342bda78d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D533FC4549BCDE4618EB908B0A930DC3CC9A622DC.2533926DAC58C2EF71114DE47398E4B85D117D41%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da66eea1342bda78d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkFWxnYRRY9acm6KJhXX3PwL5Z48&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da66eea1342bda78d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D533FC4549BCDE4618EB908B0A930DC3CC9A622DC.2533926DAC58C2EF71114DE47398E4B85D117D41%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da66eea1342bda78d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkFWxnYRRY9acm6KJhXX3PwL5Z48&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed the show. The actors are certainly pleased and seem to want to watch the videos of themselves all the time. &lt;em&gt;*actors....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-2669402163068326106?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a66eea1342bda78d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2669402163068326106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2669402163068326106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2669402163068326106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2669402163068326106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/independent-filmmaking.html' title='Independent Filmmaking'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-6816447141425768357</id><published>2007-08-28T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:35:50.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Composition 101</title><content type='html'>Well, being that I was a music major in college, I have a few tidbits of wisdom to share with my little ones. A love and passion for music is supreme; this is something my father taught me and his mother before him. There are many kinds of music to be enjoyed, but for this post I am referring mainly to the classical genre. I grew up in a house where the sounds of Mozart and Chopin were played daily from our small little upright piano, which I now own. I have a small piece of family history right in my living room; I love that piano! Anyway, my father prefers the sounds of Bach, the "Father of Music" but I prefer the emotions only achieved from a piece by Beethoven. It is this love and appreciation of music that I wish to pass on to my young ones. I try to play the piano for them as much as I can. When I was pregnant I tried to play pretty regularly, that is, in between trips to the restroom to puke...but alas, that is for another post. The twins are now a year and a half old; and they love to play the piano. Below is a short video clip of one of their duets for piano with soprano solo. It is definitely for those with a taste for the "modern" classical movement. (Be sure to mute the music on the right side of the screen) Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c92bfb103dd493da" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc92bfb103dd493da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4387F759620097CC995D053103D8347557357CAD.2B2FAA710CBBBD30FA1E3240F5AC27631E52A4BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc92bfb103dd493da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy0_em3w1wJP9rZV2t5Rht3FxEmE&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc92bfb103dd493da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4387F759620097CC995D053103D8347557357CAD.2B2FAA710CBBBD30FA1E3240F5AC27631E52A4BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc92bfb103dd493da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy0_em3w1wJP9rZV2t5Rht3FxEmE&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/3365622794514054323-6816447141425768357?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6816447141425768357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=6816447141425768357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6816447141425768357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/6816447141425768357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/composition-101.html' title='Composition 101'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-643042847296777585</id><published>2007-08-27T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:50.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A video and pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, hooray for blogger! Blogger is the platform I use which makes this whole life-changing blog possible. Anyway, as of today I can now post videos on my blog in addition to pictures. I will be testing this out and I am so excited! I have so many videos, some of the hubby chasing the kids, the twins eating their first lemon and so on. Now to begin. This first video is one taken this morning of Camden. He is wearing his new Elmo pajamas and doing a new dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-41a6d4d8a2c7d408" 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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41a6d4d8a2c7d408%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2251B36626FFED48ADFE85CC69FED6C407A16633.22F505F5191CE67C3C47F3E35F5D088935DC6884%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41a6d4d8a2c7d408%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIqhcnIG9VX8-A563zy2zj5SPFLo&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="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41a6d4d8a2c7d408%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2251B36626FFED48ADFE85CC69FED6C407A16633.22F505F5191CE67C3C47F3E35F5D088935DC6884%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41a6d4d8a2c7d408%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIqhcnIG9VX8-A563zy2zj5SPFLo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that is pretty cute, huh? Especially when he looks at the camera and smiles? Is your heart melting right now or what? Well, a couple weeks ago we had a visit from some friends, Amy and Harbor. They came by one afternoon to chat and let the kids play together. Amy has four kids; three were in school, but she brought her newborn, Mason. Harbor has a little boy who is almost 3 and his name is Carter. Here are some really fun pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvKihjadI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KqOntJ_i8Ws/s1600-h/playdate08.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404292109461970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvKihjadI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KqOntJ_i8Ws/s400/playdate08.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Kensi &amp; Carter play together; (That is the top of Camden's head lower left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLChjaeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/skx-ayCD1gE/s1600-h/playdate08.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404300699396578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLChjaeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/skx-ayCD1gE/s400/playdate08.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason takes a nap; Camden is trying to figure out what is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLChjafI/AAAAAAAAAfY/N1Ggp1uH4GU/s1600-h/playdate08.07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404300699396594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLChjafI/AAAAAAAAAfY/N1Ggp1uH4GU/s400/playdate08.07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensi thinks this baby is sooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLShjagI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PnYOQQLz_Og/s1600-h/playdate08.07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404304994363906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLShjagI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PnYOQQLz_Og/s400/playdate08.07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey Kensi, can you believe we were this size once?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLihjahI/AAAAAAAAAfo/o17j-R6OOTM/s1600-h/playdate08.07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404309289331218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvLihjahI/AAAAAAAAAfo/o17j-R6OOTM/s400/playdate08.07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy and her newest baby, Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvsShjaiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EvV8guCUdFc/s1600-h/playdate08.07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404871930047010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvsShjaiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EvV8guCUdFc/s400/playdate08.07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-up of sweet baby Mason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvsShjajI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qfVXHcnpfZ0/s1600-h/ElmoPj%27s08.07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404871930047026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvsShjajI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qfVXHcnpfZ0/s400/ElmoPj%27s08.07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensington &amp; Camden in their new Elmo Pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvtihjakI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zMCiTtwANAA/s1600-h/ElmoPj%27s08.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404893404883522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvtihjakI/AAAAAAAAAgA/zMCiTtwANAA/s400/ElmoPj%27s08.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, that's Darcy back there stretched out on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvtyhjalI/AAAAAAAAAgI/dplspvhXqbc/s1600-h/ElmoPj%27s08.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404897699850834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvtyhjalI/AAAAAAAAAgI/dplspvhXqbc/s400/ElmoPj%27s08.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She hasn't moved an inch for this whole series of pictures. She's watching Elmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvwChjamI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iWygO18Jf3E/s1600-h/ElmoPj%27s08.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103404936354556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvwChjamI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iWygO18Jf3E/s400/ElmoPj%27s08.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't open that drawer! No Camden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-643042847296777585?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/643042847296777585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=643042847296777585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/643042847296777585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/643042847296777585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/video-and-pictures.html' title='A video and pictures'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RtLvKihjadI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KqOntJ_i8Ws/s72-c/playdate08.07+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7144905390327054586</id><published>2007-08-21T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:51.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review!.....Becoming Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to see the latest Jane Austen movie in theaters, &lt;em&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/em&gt; this past weekend. I feel I am pretty attune to the Jane Austen fever that has taken hold in the last few years, as I myself, have gotten the fever. (And the only cure is more cowbell?) Anyway, I do own three different versions of Pride &amp; Prejudice (which doesn't really say much as there are about 25 versions. Did you know that?) Several different Emmas, Persuasion, Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility, Northanger Abbey, Mansfield Park. I own a series of the BBC versions done in the early 70's. The 1995 BBC version of Pride &amp; Prejudice is &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; my favorite; and Colin Firth will always be the true Mr. Darcy to me. I have been to Bath, England, and visited the Jane Austen Center. I saw where she lived! My cats, are named Lizzy and Darcy; I have been learning the score from Sense &amp; Sensibility for the piano. Are you now convinced that I like Jane Austen? Well, to say I was excited for the release of &lt;em&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/em&gt; doesn't convey the 'violence of my affections.' So, we went opening night for our city. We waited in the movie theater for over an hour to catch the late show and it was worth every minute! The movie takes what little knowledge we have of Jane Austen, and for lack of a better word 'embellishes' her life story. If you like Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice, you will LOVE this movie. They are very similar in characters, story, and plot. Anne Hathaway plays Austen and she is fabulous. James McAvoy plays Tom Lefroy, which is Jane's love interest. He is simply amazing in this role. I was very pleasantly surprised to see his performance. And the chemistry between the two! The movie seemed very accurate historically, and was moving, funny, and witty. The end of the movie is extremely touching, and I was unashamedly in tears and even the hubby confessed to a lump in his throat. The bottom line is this: Anyone with any amount of romanticism in their soul will enjoy this movie, but Austen fans will LOVE IT!!! I sure do! So you must go see it now! Make haste, make haste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics from the movie I found on Google:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDShjaaI/AAAAAAAAAew/P8KoNvvsUh0/s1600-h/becoming-jane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101179855532419490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDShjaaI/AAAAAAAAAew/P8KoNvvsUh0/s400/becoming-jane1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDyhjabI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T2bDwBC_laU/s1600-h/becoming_jane3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101179864122354098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDyhjabI/AAAAAAAAAe4/T2bDwBC_laU/s400/becoming_jane3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDyhjacI/AAAAAAAAAfA/fyqVfgjhF58/s1600-h/becomingjane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101179864122354114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDyhjacI/AAAAAAAAAfA/fyqVfgjhF58/s400/becomingjane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7144905390327054586?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7144905390327054586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7144905390327054586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7144905390327054586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7144905390327054586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/movie-reviewbecoming-jane.html' title='Movie Review!.....Becoming Jane'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RssIDShjaaI/AAAAAAAAAew/P8KoNvvsUh0/s72-c/becoming-jane1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7834271143558941461</id><published>2007-08-20T09:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:52.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this post will be predominately about our children. We had quite a fun and eventful weekend. We took the kids to PF Changs for my parents anniversary on Friday night. The night started out great despite the fact that the kids only got one nap and they ALWAYS take two each day. But, that wasn't really so bad. What &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; bad just happened to be the fresh veggies my mother had fed my children the day before. Full of fiber veggies. Oh yeah, it's just what you're thinking. From the straining and the red face, it was pretty evident our daughter has just had her daily constitution while we were eating our chicken fried rice and veggie wraps. It's gross, I know, but so it was. Discreetly, the husband and I plan to get her from her highchair; I will excuse myself to the restroom, change her diaper, and return to enjoy my chocolate cake with no one the wiser. The Great wall of Chocolate, to be exact. The only reason I will eat at this restaurant is for this luscious, seven layer chocolate on chocolate cake with raspberry sauce and fresh berries. But first I must change a diaper. Well, as the husband tries to get Kensi from the highchair a look of disgust, horror and panic cross his face over the course of about 1.3 seconds. "Uh, honey," he says. "Help me! There's stuff all over the highchair!" And there was. I will not go into details. Suffice it to say, it was pretty embarrassing. But it just gets better. My brother was also present at this dinner, with his friend Leigh Ann, who is meeting the parents for the first time. So, as I help the hubby get our child from her highchair, my mother sensing something amiss, runs over to help. Leigh Ann, God bless her, also comes over to assist in any way she can and they both realize what has happened. Through a forced smile I laugh, "Welcome to my world!!" Leigh Ann and my mother clean up the mess while I take Kensi to the restroom. It's just too embarrassing! But what a great help they were in getting everything taken care of. Well, after things were handled, we were able to relax for a moment and try to enjoy our cake. And as embarrassing and disgusting as this whole scene was, I still feel that something good did come from all of this: Bonding. The comraderie that is formed from cleaning up baby poo just can't be duplicated. So now for some pictures!! (not of the poo, of us! Come on now. I won't go &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw6yhjaVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UBxWt6MMdrA/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802577015204178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw6yhjaVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UBxWt6MMdrA/s400/weekendpics08.07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the hubby poses with his arm looking quite awkward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw6yhjaWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VsngQzGObDU/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802577015204194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw6yhjaWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VsngQzGObDU/s400/weekendpics08.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome big brother David and beautiful Leigh Ann pose for a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw7ChjaXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/I1UYKjVrB9g/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802581310171506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw7ChjaXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/I1UYKjVrB9g/s400/weekendpics08.07+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the happy couple. Celebrating 33 years of wedded bliss. (get it? 3 and 3?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802581310171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw7ChjaYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-lxpnrZeWbU/s400/weekendpics08.07+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She is quite happy eating her banana and wearing her monkey dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwaihjaRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GHdBP-YdIIE/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802022964422930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwaihjaRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GHdBP-YdIIE/s400/weekendpics08.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hubby is trying to tell our daughter, who just discovered her finger fits perfectly inside her left nostril, that it is not appropriate table behavior! He is however, demonstrating facially what &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; appropriate table behavior!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwayhjaSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0Dkke3ZZtw0/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802027259390242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwayhjaSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0Dkke3ZZtw0/s400/weekendpics08.07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our son, Camden, (and Kensi's twin brother.) He was perfect the whole night except for closing his eyes during this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwayhjaTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MfDCI0gk2oo/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802027259390258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwayhjaTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MfDCI0gk2oo/s400/weekendpics08.07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwbChjaUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/193rzn7ULwk/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802031554357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwbChjaUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/193rzn7ULwk/s400/weekendpics08.07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a big boy he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw7ShjaZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/K0kZHcDsCs4/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802585605138834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw7ShjaZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/K0kZHcDsCs4/s400/weekendpics08.07+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is such a sleepy little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv2ihjaLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/VE8Zf1RGyHg/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100801404489132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv2ihjaLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/VE8Zf1RGyHg/s400/weekendpics08.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the kids do all day: Make a mess and lay around the house. &lt;em&gt;Hey, that sounds like exactly what I do too; hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv2ihjaMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ofb1OTLiz9g/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100801404489132226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv2ihjaMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ofb1OTLiz9g/s400/weekendpics08.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are going to Grammy and PawPaw's house. Get your purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv2yhjaNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xnQauN9WhPA/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100801408784099538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv2yhjaNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xnQauN9WhPA/s400/weekendpics08.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, not that way Kensi. Let's go to the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv3ChjaOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/N_bEbR4x1Po/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100801413079066850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv3ChjaOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/N_bEbR4x1Po/s400/weekendpics08.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She stops for a quick picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv3ChjaPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BuHsfNm0G0w/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100801413079066866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmv3ChjaPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/BuHsfNm0G0w/s400/weekendpics08.07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then she is ready to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwaShjaQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/h-T4HToopVU/s1600-h/weekendpics08.07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100802018669455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsmwaShjaQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/h-T4HToopVU/s400/weekendpics08.07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Why does the paparazzi keep following me? Like how many pictures do they need? It's just a purse! Like, okay already! Where's my limo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3365622794514054323-7834271143558941461?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7834271143558941461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7834271143558941461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7834271143558941461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7834271143558941461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-from-weekend.html' title='Pictures from the weekend'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rsmw6yhjaVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UBxWt6MMdrA/s72-c/weekendpics08.07+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-2357322436870212589</id><published>2007-08-13T11:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:53.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks, revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may remember the shark story I shared with you a month or so ago. The one about the hubby in the water as a huge dark shadow swims towards him? Yep. Well, I have it on good authority that it really was, indeed a shark. A good family friend who is from that area of Florida, told my mother recently that Seaside is most particularly known for having lots of sharks in the area. She said everyone who lives down there knows about them. The locals don't talk about it because it would really affect tourism. Anyone seen Jaws? That's what I'm talking about. Our friend also said, it would be virtually impossible for a seal to be that far in the gulf. They just never go that way, because the water is way to warm. They stay in the Pacific because it's cold. Okay, so at this point the Hubby is asking why the local police told everyone it was a seal. Good question with an even better answer: because the police don't want people to know there are sharks and to get scared. People will start to panic. Ever seen Jaws 2, 3 or 4? Uh-huh. So, the only rational conclusion to be drawn from this new information is that it was, in fact a shark. Wow! Now, the husband still will not accept it to be a shark. I, however, need no further proof. It was definitely a shark.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the hubby has decided it is finally time to sell the house and move to greener pastures. Yes, we are going to buy a farm and raise chickens and churn our own butter. Then, I will drive to Saks for some Laura Mercier hand lotion and Salvatore Ferragamo pumps. Okay, well obviously I'm kidding. But, we are going to put the house on the market. Our real-estate agent is coming by the house tonight to discuss our options and look over the place. Its pretty exciting to think about moving; but its a big deal, too. Now that we have kids we have a whole lot more stuff to move. Want to see some pics? Check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0L73FUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bD-ZxNSP9X8/s1600-h/Juicetime08.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098247198554395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0L73FUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bD-ZxNSP9X8/s400/Juicetime08.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden Drinks from his newest cup with a curvy straw. They love straws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0r73FVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cYV1KnchS1E/s1600-h/Juicetime08.07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098247207144330578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0r73FVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cYV1KnchS1E/s400/Juicetime08.07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here the little boy squats to see what's going on the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0773FWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mdf7y-f5-bY/s1600-h/Juicetime08.07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098247211439297890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0773FWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mdf7y-f5-bY/s400/Juicetime08.07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensi drank a lot of juice this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc1L73FXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FsL48CRwLVw/s1600-h/Juicetime08.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098247215734265202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc1L73FXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FsL48CRwLVw/s400/Juicetime08.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those cute little lips puckered up on the straw! You little cutie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdl773FYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gqPiDuR6dhY/s1600-h/08.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098248053252887938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdl773FYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gqPiDuR6dhY/s400/08.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week Kensi had her hands full; She says, "follow me! I will lead you to a land flowing with milk and honey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdmL73FZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PKuEkPXohfk/s1600-h/08.07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098248057547855250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdmL73FZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PKuEkPXohfk/s400/08.07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with my children. I just love them SOOOO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdmb73FaI/AAAAAAAAAco/FJoGVAc0BxE/s1600-h/08.07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098248061842822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdmb73FaI/AAAAAAAAAco/FJoGVAc0BxE/s400/08.07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Jaymee holds Kensi as she tries to decide if she wants her milk or her fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdmr73FbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ESehe4r6Jt8/s1600-h/08.07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098248066137789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCdmr73FbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ESehe4r6Jt8/s400/08.07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here, Jaymee kids around with her little brother. These two are hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-2357322436870212589?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2357322436870212589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=2357322436870212589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2357322436870212589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/2357322436870212589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/sharks-revisited.html' title='Sharks, revisited'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RsCc0L73FUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bD-ZxNSP9X8/s72-c/Juicetime08.07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-9044234051823202595</id><published>2007-08-08T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:54.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School has started for Trent &amp; Haley</title><content type='html'>Well, its a day of many emotions. It is the first day of school for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew, Haley &amp; Trent. A happy day for them, as they are another year older in school. A sad day for us as we have to say goodbye. Goodbye? Are they moving somewhere? Are you not going to see them for a long time? No, No, of course not. But this has been such a wonderful summer with Trent &amp;amp; Haley-boo. They have spent countless hours here at the house with me and the twins and they are such sweet, precious people. Now that school has started and summer is at its close, they will not be here when the twins wake up; No more forts made from chairs and blankets and pillows; no more trips to Taco Bell and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart. And its just sad, people. We have truly enjoyed the company of such funny, energetic, and loving young people. Trent is now in the sixth grade. I told him this was a pivotal year for him. Its as if he's standing at the door to his future. He said, "what does pivotal mean?" Haley is now in the fourth grade. This is her first year to ride the school bus without her big brother. My how they grow up. The other day we all had ice cream at Dairy Queen together and Haley said, "I just think whoever invented ice cream is &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;!" then she proceeded to tell me that if she was really skinny she would eat a whole bucket of french fries. These are the things we will miss! I am so thankful for our summer and our special time together. Now for some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroNDr73FQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KCgLuL70t44/s1600-h/08.07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096400285307704578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroNDr73FQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KCgLuL70t44/s400/08.07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent &amp; Haley push &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Camden around the house in their strollers a lot. The kids just love it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroOqb73FRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rHcoXDgc448/s1600-h/ball-hagin+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096402050539263250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroOqb73FRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rHcoXDgc448/s400/ball-hagin+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its probably pretty safe to say everyone is watching Sesame Street! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uummm&lt;/span&gt;, What's the name of that song again?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroOqr73FSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Kv5eTdCDwlg/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096402054834230562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroOqr73FSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Kv5eTdCDwlg/s400/seacrest+6-07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet pic of the boys from our trip to the beach this summer. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroOqr73FTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/As855xxEOeI/s1600-h/Hagin+photo+shoot+6-07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096402054834230578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroOqr73FTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/As855xxEOeI/s400/Hagin+photo+shoot+6-07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are Trent &amp;amp; Haley dressed in their summer fashions. Thank you for sharing your summer with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-9044234051823202595?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/9044234051823202595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=9044234051823202595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/9044234051823202595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/9044234051823202595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-has-started-for-trent-haley.html' title='School has started for Trent &amp; Haley'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RroNDr73FQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KCgLuL70t44/s72-c/08.07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-8508697484676178991</id><published>2007-07-25T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:55.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jaymee!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Jaymee had a birthday yesterday. She finally turned 31! Hooray for Jaymee! So, Monday night we had a special night devoted just to her. We had dinner and dessert and decorated the house to be birthday-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. She is such a special person to her family for so many reasons. She is a great listener and gives superb advice. She is thoughtful and caring and sensitive. Now, don't get me wrong, cause the girl can speak her mind; but if she does, you know she cares, because she doesn't do it to just anybody. (And its actually quite funny to hear this five foot tall, petite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, telling you there's broccoli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt;' outch yo' grill.) Nonetheless, she is admired and loved and deserves so much. She puts her family first in everything she does, and spares nothing when it comes to her kids. That in itself deserves an award. She's constant and steady no matter what is going on in her life. She is one amazing woman! So, enough sappy stuff, let see some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe5uL73FKI/AAAAAAAAAak/KE5axEBffts/s1600-h/Copy+of+JaymeeBday7.07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091242106894619810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe5uL73FKI/AAAAAAAAAak/KE5axEBffts/s400/Copy+of+JaymeeBday7.07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here The hubby and his big sister Jaymee pose beneath a strand of balloons. How cute is that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaymee takes a fake punch at her little brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe5ub73FLI/AAAAAAAAAas/uKrN9uZQJfU/s1600-h/Copy+of+JaymeeBday7.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091242111189587122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe5ub73FLI/AAAAAAAAAas/uKrN9uZQJfU/s400/Copy+of+JaymeeBday7.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe6Vr73FMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/28GH1_-KQSM/s1600-h/JaymeeBday7.07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091242785499452610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe6Vr73FMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/28GH1_-KQSM/s400/JaymeeBday7.07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaymee with her kids, Trent &amp; Haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe6V773FNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aOkZU3AnpLA/s1600-h/JaymeeBday7.07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091242789794419922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe6V773FNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aOkZU3AnpLA/s400/JaymeeBday7.07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe6WL73FOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cyq1-h8G34Y/s1600-h/JaymeeBday7.07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091242794089387234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe6WL73FOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cyq1-h8G34Y/s400/JaymeeBday7.07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture! She's getting him! Get him, get him, get him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-8508697484676178991?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8508697484676178991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=8508697484676178991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/8508697484676178991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/8508697484676178991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-jaymee.html' title='Happy Birthday Jaymee!!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rqe5uL73FKI/AAAAAAAAAak/KE5axEBffts/s72-c/Copy+of+JaymeeBday7.07+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-7684038235776387191</id><published>2007-07-13T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:56.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandaddy comes for a visit!</title><content type='html'>Well, Grandaddy came to visit us this past week to spend time with his children and grandchildren. He came solo this time, as Grandma was attending the wedding of her niece. However, we are glad to get whatever we can! Grandaddy drove all the way from Charlotte, North Carolina to the thriving metropolis of Birmingham. So, we had a great weekend. We had lots of great food and most importantly, lots of time to spend together. Check out some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpecxS3nfTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/76DhF5wNmKo/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706674830900530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpecxS3nfTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/76DhF5wNmKo/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Grandaddy with Camden. Camden really took to Grandaddy on this visit and wanted to sit in his lap a lot. Male bonding...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpecxy3nfVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FXreJnlnmtI/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706683420835154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpecxy3nfVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FXreJnlnmtI/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Camden gets a bite of lasagna from Grandaddy. Whatever the adults are eating, they want it too!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpecyS3nfWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0QS4rynUiNM/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706692010769762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpecyS3nfWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0QS4rynUiNM/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family dinner. Its so nice for all of us to sit down together and enjoy a meal. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpecyi3nfXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Txe8nEOnaDc/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706696305737074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpecyi3nfXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Txe8nEOnaDc/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business as usual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandaddy's&lt;/span&gt; closing deals and making people's dreams come true! (He's a real estate agent, not a drug dealer! Come on people!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpedgC3nfYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/30TItsseHaQ/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086707477989784962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpedgC3nfYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/30TItsseHaQ/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and nephew Trent throw a football as we take a walk through the '&lt;em&gt;hood&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpedgS3nfZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/kThxTeHnhLw/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086707482284752274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpedgS3nfZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/kThxTeHnhLw/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley's hauling the kids!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Garrett is throwing the football and Camden really wants to join in the fun. Garrett has accepted a football coaching job in Georgia and he starts this Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Uncle Garrett! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpeg1i3nfbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pjSop0_41ik/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086711145891855794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpeg1i3nfbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pjSop0_41ik/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; enjoys the company of her Dad's Dad. She really just wants to play with that computer!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpeg1y3nfcI/AAAAAAAAAac/t1iu6Kj2Vf8/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086711150186823106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpeg1y3nfcI/AAAAAAAAAac/t1iu6Kj2Vf8/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I look on as Grandaddy talks to the kids and asks them if they are BIG? Look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensi's&lt;/span&gt; cute little face... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpedgi3nfaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WviAmDC6t5A/s1600-h/grandaddyvisit.07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086707486579719586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rpedgi3nfaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WviAmDC6t5A/s400/grandaddyvisit.07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this is the homemade strawberry cake that made us all gain 2 extra pounds this weekend. When the lid was lifted off the cake you could smell the strawberries...oh heavens. I'm going to have to go make another one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-7684038235776387191?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7684038235776387191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=7684038235776387191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7684038235776387191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/7684038235776387191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/07/grandaddy-comes-for-visit.html' title='Grandaddy comes for a visit!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RpecxS3nfTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/76DhF5wNmKo/s72-c/grandaddyvisit.07+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4773779664067733771</id><published>2007-06-28T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:57.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the kitchen</title><content type='html'>Well, the other day my parents came over for dinner, and my mother and I made a delicious feast for the menfolk. We had gone to an open air market here in the Birmingham area and purchased some fresh veggies. For our dinner we made fried pork chops, fried okra, steamed squash, fresh field peas and fresh corn. It was so delicious! After our meal, I had a sweet-tooth; which happens pretty regularly. So, I made a wonderful little dish called Cream Cheese Squares. It is a very simple recipe, and so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 can refrigerated crescent roll dough&lt;br /&gt;2 - 8 oz packages cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter/margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray a 9x13 pan and spread out one pkg crescent dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp4itAsOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SmgYU2LU2OQ/s1600-h/creamcheese+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081161962201592034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp4itAsOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SmgYU2LU2OQ/s400/creamcheese+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a separate bowl mix together the cream cheese and 1 cup of sugar until it is creamy. Then spread on top of the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp4ytAsPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/64rOtNinGIY/s1600-h/creamcheese+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081161966496559346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp4ytAsPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/64rOtNinGIY/s400/creamcheese+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unroll the other pkg of crescent dough and place on top. Do not press it down. Just lay it there all sweet and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp5CtAsQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_qkStSe1UW0/s1600-h/creamcheese+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081161970791526658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp5CtAsQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_qkStSe1UW0/s400/creamcheese+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, melt the butter or margarine (I use butter) and pour that yummy goodness all over the top of it. Then mix the remaining 1/2 cup of sugar and teaspoon of cinnamon and sprinkle all over the top.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp5StAsRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bzd9UjpnzA4/s1600-h/creamcheese+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081161975086493970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp5StAsRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bzd9UjpnzA4/s400/creamcheese+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bake at 35o for 25 to 30 minutes our until the top is golden and slightly crusty. This is wonderful warm, but it is also good the next day. Eat up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4773779664067733771?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4773779664067733771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4773779664067733771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4773779664067733771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4773779664067733771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-in-kitchen.html' title='Fun in the kitchen'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RoPp4itAsOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SmgYU2LU2OQ/s72-c/creamcheese+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4583388027491349386</id><published>2007-06-22T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:59.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from the beach</title><content type='html'>Well, we have just returned from our latest trip to the beach. This trip was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;, where we rented a house called "Happy Hour." We picked the house because it had the bedrooms and space we needed; also, the location to the pool and beach was great. However, the owners of the house really like their martinis! They had decorated it with decor that was of the nature of alcohol. The name Happy Hour should have clued me in! Nonetheless, the house was fabulous and we had a great time. We rode bikes a lot, and we rented this cool little hitch to pull behind a bike. The kids were SO cute in it! Here are a few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078914424301437266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvtwnkYQVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_Ej2jZzqlgk/s400/seacrest+6-07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is the front of our house called Happy Hour. This was a great house; four bedrooms, three baths and lots of extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnvtw3kYQWI/AAAAAAAAATA/Jq16fEi32gE/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078914428596404578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnvtw3kYQWI/AAAAAAAAATA/Jq16fEi32gE/s400/seacrest+6-07+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the hubby pulling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Camden in the bike trailer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; really liked this little thing; Camden...not so much. We gave them juice to drink and there was a nice breeze, but he just didn't seem to like it as much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnvtw3kYQXI/AAAAAAAAATI/HEo9YswXkNs/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078914428596404594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnvtw3kYQXI/AAAAAAAAATI/HEo9YswXkNs/s400/seacrest+6-07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are on the way to the pool. The hubby is pushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; in the stroller but he doesn't realize how his bulging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bicep&lt;/span&gt; muscles are so distracting to passer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bys&lt;/span&gt;. Put those things away, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvtxXkYQYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hr7txSk_4RI/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078914437186339202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvtxXkYQYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hr7txSk_4RI/s400/seacrest+6-07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my brother-in-law, Garrett. This is classic Garrett in action. He is the kind of guy you always want around. He just steps up and does things that need to be done but no one thinks to do. He is always helping other people out to make things easier. I imagine that in his head he is thinking, "What needs to be done here? Well, I can do this and this...Okay, lets go!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvtxnkYQZI/AAAAAAAAATY/t7SngdJl4vg/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078914441481306514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvtxnkYQZI/AAAAAAAAATY/t7SngdJl4vg/s400/seacrest+6-07+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Here is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hagin&lt;/span&gt; family. This is my hubby's sister Jaymee, (as mentioned in previous posts) her husband Garrett (above) and their two wonderful kids Trent &amp; Haley. We usually end up at some beach with them every summer. WE LOVE IT!! We love this family very very dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxMHkYQaI/AAAAAAAAATg/-2FBwqpS2aU/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078918195282723234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxMHkYQaI/AAAAAAAAATg/-2FBwqpS2aU/s400/seacrest+6-07+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my son, Camden, playing with the bike rack. Who needs to buy toys with kids this age? They love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; boxes and empty water bottles.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvzL3kYQfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5X37FFv_Hjo/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078920390011011570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvzL3kYQfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5X37FFv_Hjo/s400/seacrest+6-07+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kensi&lt;/span&gt; walking down the red brick road. She doesn't know where she's going; nor does she care. She is free, and she is going to try to go as far as she can, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxM3kYQcI/AAAAAAAAATw/YGrTt9DOXPY/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078918208167625154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxM3kYQcI/AAAAAAAAATw/YGrTt9DOXPY/s400/seacrest+6-07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our daughter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; Riley showing off her little baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; in the pool. You didn't know she had enough hair to do that did you? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxNHkYQdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ffxmzIdrlDA/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078918212462592466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxNHkYQdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ffxmzIdrlDA/s400/seacrest+6-07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy in his float with his toys. He really liked the water this time. They're growing up fast, folks!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxO3kYQeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/utO-SpKRlQo/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078918242527363554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvxO3kYQeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/utO-SpKRlQo/s400/seacrest+6-07+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Nana and Poppy. We were eating at a crab house this night. It was a lot of fun. What great memories are created on vacations!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv0MnkYQgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/y7wA13pbK54/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921502407541250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv0MnkYQgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/y7wA13pbK54/s400/seacrest+6-07+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jaymee &amp; Garrett. What a great picture! Can we say, 'tan?'&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv0_3kYQiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8khCFp4q9ZI/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv1AHkYQjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3-32c54M78M/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922387170804274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv1AHkYQjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3-32c54M78M/s400/seacrest+6-07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of the hubby's youngest sister, Maegan, and her adorable daughter, Cami. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv1AXkYQkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wcn5n22wnJQ/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078922391465771586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv1AXkYQkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wcn5n22wnJQ/s400/seacrest+6-07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hubby's other younger sister, Stacey. Stacey is engaged to a great guy named Ben and they are getting married next year. Also pictured is my nephew Trent, and my son Camden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(You may not know it, but the hubby has three sisters. Jaymee is the oldest, then the hubby, then Stacey and then Maegan.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv17nkYQlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M78__Y2yFpA/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078923409373020754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv17nkYQlI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M78__Y2yFpA/s400/seacrest+6-07+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken at a wonderful restaurant called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Three Thirty&lt;/span&gt;-one. Oh my goodness their food is the BEST!! I always get the blackened fish with spinach on a grit cake. But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Panne&lt;/span&gt; chicken with capers is amazing. Everything here is good! Oh yeah, this is my hubby and his big sis, Jaymee.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv4KHkYQmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oLZ6Og-9axA/s1600-h/seacrest+6-07+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078925857504379490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv4KHkYQmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oLZ6Og-9axA/s400/seacrest+6-07+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jaymee looking *gorgeous*&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv4KnkYQnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2zzF22N9emc/s1600-h/Ball+beach+6-07+003+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as we are getting ready to go to dinner. I love this yellow dress with her hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mmmmmhhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv5cnkYQpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2OFDCvh267s/s1600-h/Ball+beach+6-07+003+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927274843587218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv5cnkYQpI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2OFDCvh267s/s400/Ball+beach+6-07+003+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little shot is from our professional photo shoot we had done on the beach. If this shows up in your mailbox at Christmas...pretend you haven't seen it before!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv6AnkYQrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lrwyYfCnqsQ/s1600-h/Ball+beach+6-07+009+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927893318877874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rnv6AnkYQrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lrwyYfCnqsQ/s400/Ball+beach+6-07+009+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;screensaver&lt;/span&gt;??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-4583388027491349386?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4583388027491349386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=4583388027491349386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4583388027491349386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/4583388027491349386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/06/notes-from-beach.html' title='Notes from the beach'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RnvtwnkYQVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_Ej2jZzqlgk/s72-c/seacrest+6-07+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-92004879796842446</id><published>2007-06-08T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:12:59.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the beach!!....and sharks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are so excited! We are leaving in the morning for the beach! Since we live in Alabama, a trip to the coast is the customary vacation for most Alabamians. There are so many beautiful beaches within just a few hours drive. We go every year, at least once. Usually about two or three times. I was talking with the hubby last night about a very particular beach trip we took in 2004. We were vacationing with some friends of ours from Nashville, and we had a house right outside of Seaside, Florida. We were the first guests to stay in this brand new, beautiful house. Well, one day the hubby and I decided to go to the beach, and for some reason it was just the two of us. Literally, you could look both ways down the beach, and it was just us. It was almost like being on an island somewhere. Maybe like being on the show &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;; only there were no "others" or hatches buried in the sand. Anyways, it was really hot, so the hubby decided to take a dip in the drink. I don't really like the ocean, so he was all by himself in the water. Well, as I am laying on my towel cooking in the heat, I suddenly hear voices. What is that? I think to myself. I sit up and notice a group of people running down the beach toward me. What are they doing? Why are they looking at me? Why are these people yelling? I look closer...Are they pointing? Towards the ocean? Towards my HUSBAND??? At this point, things started happening in slow motion. I turned my head toward my hubby who is neck deep in the ocean. I see this horrible look of terror on his face as we both realize what is going on. Then I see it: There is a huge black shadow swimming toward my husband. &lt;em&gt;Directly towards my husband.&lt;/em&gt; He heard the voices as well, and by the time he could figure out what was going on he saw something huge in the water coming straight for him. By the time I could get up off my towel and try to do something the hubby was basically almost out of the water. The look on his face I will never forget. As he comes ashore, the people make it down to us. What is that?? We ask them. Well, it turns out that is was not a shark as we all thought; ironically, it was a brown seal. Where he came from we don't know, but obviously he was lost. The people who came down the beach told us that the sheriffs department had told them there was a brown seal swimming around in the gulf. The sheriff told them that he would probably not last long, and that the sharks would get him. Anyways, after the hubby caught his breath, we looked down the beach to watch where this seal was going. Way down the beach there was a group of girls on rafts. Where's the camera? The hubby yells; then he takes off with camera in hand. Here is the picture he took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rml_cXkYQMI/AAAAAAAAARw/QQkY6DZtBUw/s1600-h/2004+Vacations+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073726580549238978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rml_cXkYQMI/AAAAAAAAARw/QQkY6DZtBUw/s400/2004+Vacations+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the group of young girls on floats; To say they freaked out when they saw the shadow is quite an understatement. The water parted like the red sea is more like!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rml_-3kYQNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n4aeCXfoK9Q/s1600-h/2004+Vacations+022+closeup+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073727173254725842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rml_-3kYQNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/n4aeCXfoK9Q/s400/2004+Vacations+022+closeup+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I zoomed in so you could see the shadow, but it doesn't show up very well. But, its right there on the left. The seal was pretty large; He looked to the hubby, (as he saw him in pretty close range,) to be at least 6 feet or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmBXnkYQOI/AAAAAAAAASA/zWr77jmxcvA/s1600-h/2004+Vacations+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073728697968115938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmBXnkYQOI/AAAAAAAAASA/zWr77jmxcvA/s400/2004+Vacations+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the house where we stayed; The Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmBX3kYQPI/AAAAAAAAASI/BbXOo4EMtaY/s1600-h/2004+Vacations+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073728702263083250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmBX3kYQPI/AAAAAAAAASI/BbXOo4EMtaY/s400/2004+Vacations+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are posing on the highest deck towards the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmBYHkYQQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Id_CnlbjgY8/s1600-h/2004+Vacations+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073728706558050562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmBYHkYQQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Id_CnlbjgY8/s400/2004+Vacations+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is one of our black and white beach shots. This was obviously, pre-kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I have always been fascinated with sharks. I would love to go to south Africa and do a shark dive with great whites. Yes, it sounds crazy. I would only do it if I was in a cage. Cage diving only, people. (Mom stop freaking out...) Anyways, I think that would be really cool. I have actually looked into it and they do them in California. Maybe I will do it one day. They say sharks are really like little fluffy baby kittens. And I love little furry kitties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmDeHkYQRI/AAAAAAAAASY/hGuBQZzaNZw/s1600-h/funny-pictures-shark-cat-0YB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073731008660521234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmmDeHkYQRI/AAAAAAAAASY/hGuBQZzaNZw/s400/funny-pictures-shark-cat-0YB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I will call him whiskers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-92004879796842446?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/92004879796842446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=92004879796842446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/92004879796842446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/92004879796842446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-to-beachand-sharks.html' title='Going to the beach!!....and sharks!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rml_cXkYQMI/AAAAAAAAARw/QQkY6DZtBUw/s72-c/2004+Vacations+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-477320332595515662</id><published>2007-06-02T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:13:01.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing...and cleaning!</title><content type='html'>Let's reminisce. Come with me for a few minutes as I venture back into the past and remember my childhood; Then, let's explore the hubby's childhood too. Okay, let's begin: I have one brother, older by two years. He and I had a great childhood, growing up on a quiet street with lots of kids to play with. Being that I was two years his junior, I wasn't really cool enough to hang with him and his older buddies until I was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;...a senior in high school. But, the summer days of old; Ah, those memories of riding bikes and running through the sprinkler, and setting the carpet on fire. Yes, yes; those are the dear memories I carry with me through adulthood. Our many pets, family vacations, and &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of soccer and basketball games. It just seems like yesterday. Life was such an easy game to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for the hubby, his childhood was wonderful as well. The hubby has an older sister named Jaymee. She and the hubby have a very special and unique relationship. They are as close as any brother and sister I have ever seen or known of. I love to hear some of their stories about the Magic Ballroom, and kicking soccer balls through windows. They grew up in a variety of places; North Carolina; Virginia; Tennessee; and have now given their hearts to sweet home Alabama. Jaymee and her family live only about 5 miles away and it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about some pictures you say? Alright then, just calm down! Now take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtPURkcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dYLea0Hly20/s1600-h/abbe-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071582822717821378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtPURkcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dYLea0Hly20/s400/abbe-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am at the beach. I guess I am about 2 or 3? Even then I did not like going into the ocean. Salt-water is just nasty and you don't know what might be swimming around you, ya know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtPURkdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pehtHr_g_QE/s1600-h/brandon-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071582822717821394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtPURkdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pehtHr_g_QE/s400/brandon-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the hubby as a baby. How old is he? His mother will have to tell me. I would guess 1 or 2.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtfURkeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Rc_3F3hiP2s/s1600-h/abbe-david-askids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071582827012788706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtfURkeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Rc_3F3hiP2s/s400/abbe-david-askids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What cute hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next picture is of me and my brother. I don't exactly know what's going on here, but David is sure happy about something. The back of this picture says June '78. So I was about 5 months old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I'm sure alert and sitting up well for 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHwf_URkpI/AAAAAAAAARo/T-m1-UVdbF0/s1600-h/brandon-jaymee-askids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071599087758971538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHwf_URkpI/AAAAAAAAARo/T-m1-UVdbF0/s400/brandon-jaymee-askids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an adorable picture of Jaymee and the hubby. I don't know any history of this picture; and the hubby doesn't remember anything to tell me either (surprise, surprise). Why is it that men just don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; much about childhood? Well, I just love this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; wicker/rattan wallpaper they are sporting in the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHkV_URkgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2CJNsAk4DEo/s1600-h/abbe-david-olanmills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071585721820746242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHkV_URkgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2CJNsAk4DEo/s400/abbe-david-olanmills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHkWPURkhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u0WdwWyAKFY/s1600-h/brandon-jaymee-olanmills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071585726115713554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHkWPURkhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/u0WdwWyAKFY/s400/brandon-jaymee-olanmills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyone growing up in the 70's or 80's knows what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Olan&lt;/span&gt; Mills is and probably has a slew of pictures posing behind something made of wood. Aren't these cute? I am wearing playful pigtails and the hubby has on the cutest suit with shorts I have ever seen. Honey, why don't you wear this shade of butter yellow anymore? I hope our siblings will still speak to us after the publishing of these photos...&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cleaning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the hubby and I spent today cleaning the house. Like &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; cleaning the house. while I am doing laundry and cleaning bathrooms, the hubby rearranges his t-shirts. Need I say more? (That is totally something my dad would do. Why is it that at 6:00 am on the day we are leaving for vacation and all of our luggage is packed and the car is ready to go, that my dad has to go organize his underwear drawer?) Okay, so the hubby did more than just clean out old t-shirts; he actually did a LOT. He cleaned out the guest bedroom and the closet that was full of stuff. He made lots of trips up and down the stairs carrying out junk as well. He was actually sweating. I didn't sweat; that would be so icky. Well, here are just a few pictures of the fruits of our labors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHo2vURknI/AAAAAAAAARY/d-5GEHcv-gE/s1600-h/pict+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071590682507973234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHo2vURknI/AAAAAAAAARY/d-5GEHcv-gE/s400/pict+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; clean kitchen. I LOVE it when my kitchen is clean. And it is gleaming right now. It is so clean, some would think my Father-in-Law was coming to visit. My kitchen is never this clean unless my Father-in-Law is coming into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHo2_URkoI/AAAAAAAAARg/YXB7dSVWV4I/s1600-h/pict+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071590686802940546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHo2_URkoI/AAAAAAAAARg/YXB7dSVWV4I/s400/pict+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the twins bedroom. It can be hard to clean this room because it seems like they are always asleep in here! And when they are awake, I can't just go up there and clean it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHniPURkkI/AAAAAAAAARA/xQaPEvX96b8/s1600-h/pict+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071589230809027138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHniPURkkI/AAAAAAAAARA/xQaPEvX96b8/s400/pict+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closet that the hubby cleaned out. I wish I had a before and after picture. You have no idea how huge this is! This closet was so full the doors wouldn't close! And now look. It's so luxurious...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHnifURklI/AAAAAAAAARI/tY3dmbD0FDA/s1600-h/pict+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071589235103994450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHnifURklI/AAAAAAAAARI/tY3dmbD0FDA/s400/pict+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a picture of our bedroom. We cleaned it out and made the bed, (which takes about 5 or 10 minutes in itself). But when it is made, it looks so nice and fluffy. Don't you just want to run in there and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHnivURkmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/C5XK2wAOsoY/s1600-h/pict+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071589239398961762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHnivURkmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/C5XK2wAOsoY/s400/pict+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jump across it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here is my gorgeous honey. I love this new kit he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;. He is just so trendy in his green t-shirt and jacket; So Ryan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365622794514054323-477320332595515662?l=southernhousewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/feeds/477320332595515662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365622794514054323&amp;postID=477320332595515662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/477320332595515662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365622794514054323/posts/default/477320332595515662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernhousewife.blogspot.com/2007/06/reminiscingand-cleaning.html' title='Reminiscing...and cleaning!'/><author><name>Mom of twins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/RmHhtPURkcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dYLea0Hly20/s72-c/abbe-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365622794514054323.post-4066745046401307726</id><published>2007-05-29T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:13:04.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of pictures</title><content type='html'>Okay, its been a while. Again. I just get so caught up in everything going on in my life, that this blog has taken a backseat. To all of my loyal readers, (all three of you): You are the wind that keeps this cyber-ship sailing. You are the love that keeps the world turning. Were it not for you, and all four comments that I have received (...two being from the same person...) then this blog would probably cease to exist. So a special thank you to you bloggies out there. This post is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, there are, as I named this segment, &lt;em&gt;lots of pictures&lt;/em&gt;! So, we start with some cute pics of the kids, then we move into pics from our recent vacation to the coast. We will go to the beach again in a couple weeks, so there are more cute swimsuit pictures to come. So for now, just sit back with your mouse and scroll away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0s_URkJI/AAAAAAAAANo/YRmCB--173w/s1600-h/front+yard+photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070055596771872914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0s_URkJI/AAAAAAAAANo/YRmCB--173w/s400/front+yard+photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden: What are these yellow things? Kensi: I dont know, but don't eat it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0tPURkKI/AAAAAAAAANw/wtEtUz1--i4/s1600-h/front+yard+photos+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070055601066840226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0tPURkKI/AAAAAAAAANw/wtEtUz1--i4/s400/front+yard+photos+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so excited about...something!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0tfURkLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ir28SZ8xkuQ/s1600-h/front+yard+photos+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070055605361807538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0tfURkLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ir28SZ8xkuQ/s400/front+yard+photos+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh-oh! My flower's broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0tvURkMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FfFaWEC11gU/s1600-h/front+yard+photos+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070055609656774850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx0tvURkMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FfFaWEC11gU/s400/front+yard+photos+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What are all these flowers at Grammy &amp; PawPaw's house? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1gfURkNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9d_5_ZLae7k/s1600-h/kensi+toys+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070056481535135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1gfURkNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9d_5_ZLae7k/s400/kensi+toys+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is still trying to figure out what to do with that frisbee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1gvURkOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8-7uJsN2pg0/s1600-h/at+the+beach+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070056485830103266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1gvURkOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8-7uJsN2pg0/s400/at+the+beach+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1hPURkPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UsJ_lRYMHE4/s1600-h/at+the+beach+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070056494420037874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1hPURkPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UsJ_lRYMHE4/s400/at+the+beach+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kensi chillin' and getting a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1hfURkQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OyOereIBy84/s1600-h/at+the+beach+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070056498715005186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1hfURkQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OyOereIBy84/s400/at+the+beach+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kensi is drying off in her "such a princess" towell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1hvURkRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TCYMb3pBddw/s1600-h/at+the+beach+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070056503009972498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx1hvURkRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TCYMb3pBddw/s400/at+the+beach+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden LOVES being with his Daddy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx2LvURkSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M_TkeBSKmog/s1600-h/at+the+beach+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070057224564478242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx2LvURkSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M_TkeBSKmog/s400/at+the+beach+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of the pool from our door. &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx2L_URkTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TU6KSG00z7c/s1600-h/at+the+beach+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070057228859445554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx2L_URkTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TU6KSG00z7c/s400/at+the+beach+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden and Daddy after dinner at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx2MfURkUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/85DpuFw0R94/s1600-h/at+the+beach+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070057237449380162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1-bCJoEtz9k/Rlx2MfURkUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/85DpuFw0R94/s400/at+the+beach+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="cente
