tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55674389262929448072024-03-19T05:08:11.500-07:00Adventures In BreedingTales of motherhood, a famous puppy, and this one time at band camp when I met my husband.b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-83108045519442167772011-02-23T19:41:00.000-08:002011-02-23T20:38:37.883-08:00Potty Training Boot CampWhile this isn't exactly a cutesy post like last time, or probably anything that Darcy would like being repeated about her when she's say, 15, I feel like I have to document our foray into potty training. We might have another kid someday and have to do this again. Plus I am kind of amazed by the method we've used and how it has been going. So gear yourselves up, its time for Potty Training Boot Camp!<br /><br />We switched D into Pull ups a few months ago, hoping that she'd catch on to potty training without the drastic methods we saw online. Surely she'd pick it up quickly, right? Apparently, not so much. After a couple times using the potty, she quickly lost interest and showed us no desire to stop going in her PullUps. I've heard this now lots of places, the diapers and PullUps are so absorbant that they don't care if they are wet. After a few months of this, and paying for the I-can't-believe-anything-costs-more-than-diapers training pants, we decided to go with the go-for-broke weekend method, which is detailed in several different places online. I also wanted to try this method because Darcy has two working parents, and doing the potty training slowly over time just wasn't going to work out without a solid foundation set before she had to go back to daycare. Here are a few sites we looked at for advice:<br /><br />http://www.revolutionhealth.com/healthy-living/parenting/toddler/potty-training/potty-training-plan-weekend<br />http://www.1st-babies.com/potty_training/How_to_Potty_Train_in_One_Weekend.shtml<br /><br />To get prepared for our weekend adventure, I stocked up on stickers in multiple sizes, printed potty charts (freebies all over the web or make one in powerpoint like I did), new little girl underpants, carpet cleaner, and I even bought a new SpotBot, which we've used for years to clean up after Logan's little carpet bombs. We cleared the schedule of things to do and focused entirely on potty training - no groceries, no trips to the mall, no anything outside of hanging out at home and having fun with the potty. We used the timer function on Tony's ipod to play a fun little chime every 30 minutes or so. Then we ran to the potty - "potty break, potty break!" I also made sure there was a pile of favorite books and some new little cheap toys - happy meal freebies, little dollar store junk - in the bathroom next to the potties. We would provide lots of water and juice and some salty snacks to keep her drinking. For now, we would allow PullUps for naptime and bedtime and eventually for car rides when we started venturing out again. Results were mixed to start, and we had to change up a couple strategies here and there, but here's our day by day review of the process so far.<br /><br /><br />Day 1: Saturday<br />On Saturday morning, I told Darcy it was potty time and there was a present for her in the bathroom. She immediately ran and sat on the potty to get her present, although didn't do anything while sitting other than demand her present. :) Her "present" was a new pair of Yo Gabba undies, which she immediately wanted to put on. While we put them on, I told her what they were and that there were "no more PullUps!" which we turned into a fun chant. I also showed her the charts and yay fun when she used the potty, she got a little sticker! I saved the small stars and smiley stickers for just sitting, but when she actually did something on the potty, I had big stickers ready to give out. Of course we also completely freaked out and lost our mind when she actually DID something in the potty - singing, dancing, cheering, hugging - it was the marti gras of potty celebrations.<br />We went about our day indoors as usual, except for multiple towels covering every piece of furniture I cared about, and no TV because it was too distracting - she just zones out like her daddy. :) After just a few hours, we had one successful #1 in the potty, and multiple accidents down her leg. We ran through 5 or 6 pairs of undies by naptime so I decided that maybe bare bottomed was better - I'd still have carpet to clean, but less laundry. Potty break time was starting to wear on everyone, Darcy was starting to refuse to go, and the times she would sit for a while, nothing would happen. Until maybe 5 minutes after she got up, when she'd go again. I changed up the timing on the ipod - setting for 35 minutes after her last pee, and if she couldn't go then, we'd try again in 5-10 min intervals until she could go. We tried withholding things like TV shows to use as rewards, but it just led to tantrums and started looking more like a power struggle. We were spending a lot of time cramped up in the bathrooms with not much to look at or do, even as I rotated through books and toys.<br />By end of day Saturday, I was starting to worry if we'd be back in PullUps by Sunday night in preparation for daycare on Monday. :(<br /><br />Day 2: Sunday<br />The morning on Sunday started much like Saturday, continuing with the bare bottom treatment. By mid morning, she had used the potty once and had several accidents. But at least she had started to notice that something was going on - we would hear her say "oops" or "uhoh" as she had her accident and try to rush her over to the potty to at least get one drop in the potty. I had to take a deep breath and call that progress. After thinking through the no TV policy, I realized that it was truly a distraction, but it might serve to help us. So I moved the potties out into the living room downstairs and bonus room upstairs and we put on a movie. This time, the timer worked very well, when it went off, as long as she could stay in the room, she hopped up and watched TV from her potty. By naptime, she had used the potty 7 times and only had 3-4 accidents, mostly from before the TV watching started. Post naptime, there were no more #1 accidents that evening! I started to think this might actually work. And Darcy was so proud of herself as we freaked out over every tiny little drop. By bedtime, she was saying "Mommy Daddy look at me!" and "I use the potty". We called a whole bunch of family members so she could brag to them as well.<br /><br />Day 3 & on:<br />Daycare! Here's what I sent to Daycare, and here are the results!<br /><br />To all Darcy’s teachers –<br />This weekend, Darcy started a diaper-free potty training program at home. She’s been doing really well with it at home this weekend and we hope you can help us continue it at school. Here’s the basics of what we are doing.<br />1. No diapers or pull ups while Darcy is awake (OK to use a Pull-up at naptime). In fact, while at home, we have Darcy wearing nothing from the waist down. Since we realize that isn’t possible at daycare, we have decided to put her in loose fitting clothes with nothing underneath to get in the way. We will make sure to provide lots of changes in case of accidents. She still may need some help to pull down her pants while she gets used to this. Please let us know if you think dresses and underpants would work better.<br />2. Please remind her every 30-40 minutes to use the potty. We’ve been using a timer, which seems to work better than us just telling her, but please try to remind her in some way on a regular schedule. If you need me to provide a timer, I can. She should also be reminded to go 10-15 minutes after eating or drinking and immediately before going outside to play.<br />3. Please use the phrase “OK, its time for a potty break now, lets go!” (said with lots of enthusiasm). If she is asked if she needs the potty or if she has had an accident, she will say “no” automatically, it is better to make it into something fun and hurry her over to the potty before she thinks there is a choice involved. If she refuses, don’t force her, but you may want to try again within 5-10 minutes or risk an accident.<br />4. If she doesn’t do anything on the potty, please give her praise for trying and say we’ll try again later. Please don’t scold or judge if she doesn’t use the potty or when there are accidents. A encouraging message “its OK, potty training is hard, we’ll try again next time, I know you can do it, etc.” seems to be the best approach for her. We will provide lots of extra clothes and please tell us if we need to provide more.<br />5. When she actually does use the potty, please give her lots of praise and hugs, we’re so proud of you, cheering, etc. At home, she gets to put a sticker on her potty chart and then gets a sticker to carry around, put on her shirt, whatever. I’ve sent some stickers and the chart, please use them and let me know if I need to provide more.<br />Our hopes are that by providing this in writing we can help make the process easier for you and help give Darcy some consistent training. Because I know that your classroom is very busy and you have lots of children to care for, I understand if you cannot follow this plan exactly. However, if you feel like you have to make major changes to the plan to accommodate your class, I would appreciate you letting us know so that we can make sure to talk it over and come up with a good compromise and keep Darcy on a consistent plan.<br />Thanks so much and please call us at any time with your questions or concerns. We’d love to hear how Darcy is doing in your classroom, any notes you can make on her daily form would be wonderful.<br />Sincerely,<br />Bridget & Tony Meadows<br /><br />Monday - Two #1 in the potty at school. Darcy went through every piece of clothing we sent and was sent home in a PullUp because there was nothing else left! Once home and bare bottomed, there were no more accidents. <br />Tuesday - EIGHT #1 and one #2 in the potty! 3 accidents, one was because she wasn't quite done and finished up just a few minutes after a successful trip. She asked her Daddy to help her use the potty during drop off and was starting to tell the teachers she needed to go before the accident and not after. <br />Wednesday - ELEVEN #1 in the potty and only one accident!! The accident was because she was trying to use the potty but some of it got on her clothes. This morning, before heading to daycare, she said "Momma, I have to use the potty!" <br /><br />So we just finished up Day 5 and I am soooo glad we have stuck with it and didn't buckle to using Pullups during that first rough 36 hours. We still have to tackle the car trips, naptime, and bedtime, but I think that will come in time. Right now, I'm so very proud of my little pee-er that I can hardly help but do a big celebrating dance every time she uses the potty. Not having to buy diapers and PullUps will be sooo wonderful. And I think watching her be so proud of herself is a great reward that I wasn't even expecting.b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-28598457019829662882011-01-24T18:41:00.000-08:002011-01-24T19:57:11.695-08:00random smattering of funny<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ScTEn2gsEJreBVY3qKSF_glR0jw3-sfpVRl9qkkcpwh3Unvu7vc14kUBKZjXUsRilNzPES49TsJ9Rk81D9LCG7YAPAX27XxlGEy5sKcQX7bHXZ69jqr8grLDqIEDrefGDO49C8NvOPA0/s1600/DSC01252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565967470102085922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ScTEn2gsEJreBVY3qKSF_glR0jw3-sfpVRl9qkkcpwh3Unvu7vc14kUBKZjXUsRilNzPES49TsJ9Rk81D9LCG7YAPAX27XxlGEy5sKcQX7bHXZ69jqr8grLDqIEDrefGDO49C8NvOPA0/s320/DSC01252.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Darcy's highlight reel -<br /></div><div>Darcy loves snow to look at. When it gets on her gloves and her boots, she is not happy. "I wan wipe it off!!"</div><div><br />Darcy is taking a bath and the running water has made me do my own little potty dance. So I sit to take care of business...<br />Darcy: "What chu doing Momma?"<br />Me: "I'm using the potty."<br />Darcy: "Ohhhh. (shouts) Good Job Momma!"<br /><br />After spending Christmas with my big rowdy family, having many dinners, parties, and toasts...<br />Darcy: "I want Cheeros Daddy".<br />Tony: "You want Cheerios?"<br />Darcy: (picks up her cup) "No, I want CHEERS Daddy!"<br />We now must clink glasses with her cup whenever she asks.<br /><br />I'm at a work dinner late, and Tony is putting Darcy to bed.<br />Tony: "OK, time to say night night to Momma and Logan" (part of the routine even when one of us is away)<br />Darcy: "Night night Logan. (top of her lungs screaming) NIGHT NIGHT MOMMA! I SEE YOU MORROW!"<br /><br />Sitting at a meal, Darcy hands me something...<br />Darcy: "I share with Momma"<br />Me: "Thank you Darcy, that is so nice"<br />Darcy: "You're welcome sweetie!"<br /><br />Watching Bolt in the car, holding her animal blankie/lovee (as always), during a scene where Bolt is running away...<br />Darcy: "Comeere Bolt, Comeeeere! I haf loveeeee!"<br /><br />Tony getting Darcy dressed for the morning, fighting to put on socks...<br />Tony: "I'm gonna get those toes!!"<br />Darcy: "No Daddy, don get toes!"<br />Tony" "Why not? Why can't I get your toes?"<br />Darcy: (thinks a minute...) "Iss a secret."</div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-7626229889268707412010-12-15T19:40:00.000-08:002010-12-15T19:52:47.216-08:00Bossing around the babysitterDarcy stayed home a few nights ago with a new babysitter Paige, the teenage daughter of one of my coworkers. Paige said that Darcy was very sweet all night, was a good eater, the only thing she wouldn't do was brush her teeth (pretty typical night in our book). <br /><br />The next day at work, Paige's mom tells me the <u>full</u> story of bedtime. Apparently, once Darcy was all ready for bed, Paige went to pick her up and lay her down in bed. Darcy whirled around, put one finger up, and said "NO". She then pushed Paige backwards out of her bedroom, went back inside, and closed the door shut behind her. Paige just sort of stood in the hall for a while, waiting to see what she did next. After a few minutes, she cracked the door to take a look. Miss Darcy had turned off her light, climbed into her bed, and sort of pulled up her blankets, and was fast asleep on the pillow. I don't know what's funnier to me, that D put herself to bed, or that Paige was so surprised by it that she didn't want to mention it to us!b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-2077218416389160612010-11-07T19:30:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:54:37.445-08:00trying to catch up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXYakPo5HAJhkG0zlnyt1MLHvODGu_iXOCNrX7nVpWUY8YJyW2dZRI0zOFbypyuAQ4n5WycFP-OmIjSUkL7Lx6XpmdEZtB0qoz6xlXnyQ61Q3sf1sEusc9ygNJmrq-_mIyRUiV-oqhWE9/s1600/9flipped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537022299392388962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXYakPo5HAJhkG0zlnyt1MLHvODGu_iXOCNrX7nVpWUY8YJyW2dZRI0zOFbypyuAQ4n5WycFP-OmIjSUkL7Lx6XpmdEZtB0qoz6xlXnyQ61Q3sf1sEusc9ygNJmrq-_mIyRUiV-oqhWE9/s320/9flipped.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>OK blog-o-sphere, I am trying to come back after over a year of non-blogging. Blame Facebook, their picture uploader is WAY easier. But they don't allow enough characters for all of D's fun stories, so I am back. I'm thinking I can try to post an update at least once a month or so. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Darcy is TWO which is sort of unbelievable to me, and yet its true. Lots more hair, lots more fun, and lots more attitude. And just when I think I have the most brilliant serious child ever, she makes me laugh so hard with something sooo silly. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm cooking this past week (nothing elaborate, I can tell you) and Darcy has wedged herself between me and the stove, where I am handling something hot. I holler for Tony to come get her out of the way, and as he's directing her away he asks her "Darcy, what are you doing?" I hear her say, "help me" and reaches up her hand. I tell him to help her up and walk her back to the living room. When he tries, she says "no, don't want it" which is her favorite phrase lately. He says "you don't want help?" and she says "no, I help-eeng" and reaches up her hand again to point at me. "Ohhhh, you want to help Mommy?" I ask, and she replies "I help-eeng Mommy cook-eeng!" How can you say no to that?? For the record, I have never once suggested she help me in the kitchen, I am kind of famous for kicking people out of my kitchen altogether for getting in my way, so understand I am really relaxing my kitchen quirks here! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So I give her a plastic bowl and wooden spoon and ask her to stir it up for me. She goes to town, stirring with all her might. She takes the bowl over to Daddy to show him her good work, and he asks "ooh what are you making?" Without a second of hesitation, she says "Pancakes Daddy!" - as if what else could she possible BE making? Tony asks "what else can you make with that bowl?" and again, without hesitation, she throws down the spoon, puts the bowl on her head and triumphantly says "a hat!" That kid cracks me up. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-39058614611970661152009-08-24T07:32:00.000-07:002009-08-24T07:32:12.577-07:00blogging by archdiva: Monday Pounce: SweetMarch<a href="http://archdiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-pounce-sweetmarch.html">blogging by archdiva: Monday Pounce: SweetMarch</a><br /><br />I had to share for those of you who read my blog. My dear sister Meghan has a shop on Etsy.com for her beautiful hand-made dolls, and recently it was featured by another blogger as an "undiscovered shop" that she loved! This is very cool, I hope you will read about Meghan's shop and think of her the next time you need a unique and creative gift for a young girl in your life! <br /><br />More pics of Darcy soon!!b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-79599659202816865602009-07-20T05:23:00.000-07:002009-07-20T05:40:22.435-07:00First visit to the ERSigh - well it had to happen someday I suppose. Darcy had her first visit to the ER this past weekend. At my work picnic, I had her in and out of her big stroller several times, the stroller I don't use as much. I put her back in, fastened the straps (incorrectly as it turns out), and got moving again down the sidewalk. We stopped to talk to a couple people, she got herself scootched around, the straps detatched, and when we took off again, WHOOPS - she slid right out feet first and then toppled over onto her little face. It was awful to watch. After a little while it was apparent she was really hurt, not just scared or mad. So we headed over to Vanderbilt Children's Hospital ER, where we were actually seen very quickly for an ER on a Saturday. Several hours and Xrays later, she was diagnosed with a distal femur fracture (thighbone broken near the knee) and splinted with plaster and an ace bandage. So we got very lucky that she wasn't hurt more seriously and that she didn't need a much more serious cast. Had she already been walking or crawling well on her own, she would need a "hip spika" cast, which is immobile from the waist down - not even able to sit up - and both legs would be casted. The pitiful girl is doing well and we are off late this morning to talk to the director of daycare and see if they feel comfortable taking care of her or if I need to take some time off. She was remarkably happy yesterday for someone with a broken leg, so I am thinking that she will bounce back quickly!! Followup is in a couple weeks and I am hopeful that we will continue to splint and not cast or need surgery. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c3MyhjkauN69O_BjoXs-PKjYpy60OEZ34npYrgUYABo8CbuhuQBLmYHAki5dRm0VH8W1BUOQKxLv7rEsovljnBdJm_43RL2CATXvFMu3FeK0VM2tUIZC0apJUix_AAyDF_3axAKoungq/s1600-h/6133_1096207442206_1137187556_30249661_8188425_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360518193034294258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1c3MyhjkauN69O_BjoXs-PKjYpy60OEZ34npYrgUYABo8CbuhuQBLmYHAki5dRm0VH8W1BUOQKxLv7rEsovljnBdJm_43RL2CATXvFMu3FeK0VM2tUIZC0apJUix_AAyDF_3axAKoungq/s400/6133_1096207442206_1137187556_30249661_8188425_n.jpg" /></a> Mom and baby - not sure who feels worse here<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBzPSDOmC3q50DIbZoz_oplml-PFjCmdVeHdtr_bZcrR2tjKxjQh-McBxIl9E2znwBFXE6u5JgNbrpFRJryS1FfhwaVhEH6CQB6hjbiuUW_vHtWTNIKw3euc7ZZGnbXK8pmd9UcDmrA2h/s1600-h/6292_1176717332403_1062208123_540794_7668011_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360517347787934562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBzPSDOmC3q50DIbZoz_oplml-PFjCmdVeHdtr_bZcrR2tjKxjQh-McBxIl9E2znwBFXE6u5JgNbrpFRJryS1FfhwaVhEH6CQB6hjbiuUW_vHtWTNIKw3euc7ZZGnbXK8pmd9UcDmrA2h/s400/6292_1176717332403_1062208123_540794_7668011_n.jpg" /></a> Darcy was just happy she finally got to eat something - she couldn't eat in case surgery or sedation was necessary. This girl doesn't miss meals!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPS4rkGLrsyiZgpLm83BZnN7xTnQ_63daaeR977HehvydcaTfwzwvsbp8FT9Qi-1xZTMuLkhD7nwL2E6nkhys6lG0Hc3jmT3ppnVosWgV9-jjAQE8KZmBd9nvWWhffFPIA1aHF_OVLcLUp/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360517342747842242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPS4rkGLrsyiZgpLm83BZnN7xTnQ_63daaeR977HehvydcaTfwzwvsbp8FT9Qi-1xZTMuLkhD7nwL2E6nkhys6lG0Hc3jmT3ppnVosWgV9-jjAQE8KZmBd9nvWWhffFPIA1aHF_OVLcLUp/s400/DSC03127.JPG" /></a> Getting comfy the next morning<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlZS8rSguMUJ8cgoYT42Sco0Kh_VAXNx0X3AUUMLwGkgokHsa5qT361mDodKEXTQMbco63Yet-rN3efsHOvmMfaqR5zedsUKmDvkK9WfqE94M_gIFmghaPEyMajVpexZYoYpiMmYBKxlT/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360517339443554594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlZS8rSguMUJ8cgoYT42Sco0Kh_VAXNx0X3AUUMLwGkgokHsa5qT361mDodKEXTQMbco63Yet-rN3efsHOvmMfaqR5zedsUKmDvkK9WfqE94M_gIFmghaPEyMajVpexZYoYpiMmYBKxlT/s400/DSC03126.JPG" /></a>The leg didn't stop her from scootching up to the top of the crib - she started the night with her head on the orange and pink cloth that's now under her feet. </div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360517328971241154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRS5sWRacXRjbbGn8r1c4goWTFkpBdh6aPvCqTn0uivfLdmATbrwMBazz89JeyosFfBZoWJGLJnHeAXubSjW8bCZPxAl7hsz1vNsNb-GLh98fO-eNLIqAPobXjrh_Cu4ghjej8r1eY5wId/s400/6133_1096622372579_1137187556_30251214_530763_n.jpg" /> Next day - happy little monkey girl! She is my hero. <br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-49844804117925067562009-07-13T19:00:00.000-07:002009-07-13T19:41:20.291-07:00Catching Up<div align="center">Sadly I am way way behind, over a month since last posting. Many firsts, including more sitting up, rolling around, laughing, and words. Dada, Mama, Baba, and plenty of other gibberish is starting to come together to mean something more now. Darcy raises her arms and gives "spirit fingers" when she wants to be picked up. She "raspberries" her Daddy and they spittle back and forth at each other. She really really laughs when something amuses her, and she is beyond in love with Logan. He is starting to come around to her too, as she eats and drops more tasty food. Speaking of, she is really getting into the grown up food now, with such varied tastes as pancakes, yogurt, cheese slices, pot roast, mac and cheese, and applesauce, yum! We've been to the Top Dog competition to benefit Brown Dog Foundation (Logan raised $930!), we've been to Hilton Head, SC (I'll get to those pics in a separate post), we've hung around the house. She's grown out of her carseat and into bigger clothes - 12 month size already?! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbaaBzHYkYPNJXdirgGQYyIKWpyIw8He8n94uQV9PuhweVZ4wOpd2NXwFx3zmjX90nCXdMcARN-lppyfFJaGgGEyrn-S7wqNlFadcyhSH52pqkxw7-QOr0qHlgxXNMXSV_SutO3dNVE3e/s1600-h/DSC02959.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358134416281746418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvbaaBzHYkYPNJXdirgGQYyIKWpyIw8He8n94uQV9PuhweVZ4wOpd2NXwFx3zmjX90nCXdMcARN-lppyfFJaGgGEyrn-S7wqNlFadcyhSH52pqkxw7-QOr0qHlgxXNMXSV_SutO3dNVE3e/s400/DSC02959.JPG" /></a>Partying like a rock star and trashing her crib.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133578998918706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9LNuAX0puC2qcLK-ooPjF_Cum7IHe1iR7wXieNCm8tdO2AHelBdT4wcIFAMPe5XxC6S9wA8-t4oX1rogHWONjOPW9hUNchP_7gZiRR7xtzqOnUbJGJvrNzl71EhbK8mN4zXxDXwEzoKd/s400/DSC03028.JPG" /> </div><div align="center">Waking up - looking guilty already? </div><div align="center"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358132064234632690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4syz-l2f_bakJA964SFuWaw4DpbKQshnrH28WrmKkv6KTB_EVIXCuWUqlytHkliJQp1SzLwIHxMwu9jLyjJPn2u5P2Cdpp_kbxx3N4NjXL0BOMGCyAsTj58C1Ms19SPveimPoECWvrq2w/s400/DSC03035.JPG" /> <p align="center">In her ridiculously huge new car seat box. <br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358134149242072514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdtf5jxx_fXTBCs-9LOelNn9INE7HlBDowm-MRpAgwaD8783Vk57rFFGilR-_YSvgU9_3hNJde433a8cMmoC59ML9pCYz-dgrh9LPc0FUaH9_k8JyH2jY1kWEV2BrK0ru7EO-igm6fKZ6/s400/DSC03037.JPG" /> I think I'll fit!!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK01btWmCgYgz8sNfFmjCjEy9MGK3ltN2lMuXvFJwnGIWUXCZ_odKrr7qtv9lPQHyAC5hLrSEde3EMXQU5iw0L3xj4LEDzEmxy_w7aJvHhGE-GmZne9aw3nJQ868zxqazzeAjdgJ86Bp-y/s1600-h/DSC03023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358132054750102050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK01btWmCgYgz8sNfFmjCjEy9MGK3ltN2lMuXvFJwnGIWUXCZ_odKrr7qtv9lPQHyAC5hLrSEde3EMXQU5iw0L3xj4LEDzEmxy_w7aJvHhGE-GmZne9aw3nJQ868zxqazzeAjdgJ86Bp-y/s400/DSC03023.JPG" /></a>Darcy stealing Logan's lighting </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133585877861298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJpz2X94Ggs5tB0lOij26MGSUmB6DQ8pqYOaivX3UUWj0n_K95veN2SpZhe4YeE6n6tE9ZksjAsGYpzgZEtlLkVNQxgCeI-CreyUhu9mIx-Bnl4oYIcQ8hO2zNC_hPDuJ2NMPcp8sqz0f/s400/DSC03024.JPG" /> Logan sussing out the competition (he and this big guy were neck and neck!)<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXzV0sTlyTV9WP2Yko6Ui5_KDaGwhJIsJIJQHWN8yWrqKt5PG5SPyKlbjqLtQeq87WJc0IfI8Sp_kUEfQdN-gJ8pJxLLeZWn-FdUi-lyL-hWUNdF5tXGA6M5eDeevWpzxYybTxOPwmwHB/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358132010951935490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXzV0sTlyTV9WP2Yko6Ui5_KDaGwhJIsJIJQHWN8yWrqKt5PG5SPyKlbjqLtQeq87WJc0IfI8Sp_kUEfQdN-gJ8pJxLLeZWn-FdUi-lyL-hWUNdF5tXGA6M5eDeevWpzxYybTxOPwmwHB/s400/DSC03017.JPG" /></a></div><div>Let's see, how much food can I jam in my mouth? </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358132041043628578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RSGZ3Ln3xkKR-_WIzB9w_pq7N7zCbP-VjTrpX65_16pLxyTmGYQkkbS7lHVcZf3q5xbGhwU4JobRsNqMawHL6gCdCXYJ2nnNYQKozaKfiRZZk5WCLrant_I-eq6_HrhZ48zTvnj-jp3z/s400/DSC03021.JPG" /></div><div>Ah, about a fistful. </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358132052527445842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkur7bmqQJ-5Pyd-_eDGVESpMX5PQyxCrVGSX6sJzEQhsYuT-WrlwBgoBKCqKauEo6_En5dGtM5EHaIHIHEI3f_S44yyBoL69udkUsMWwHG-qyQozQ2uePRku01R7Inb_5r3gzepHY9gqQ/s400/DSC03022.JPG" />Someone call Alcoholic Beverage Control<br /><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrhpwyr1lBu5O_FF2qAgtbUYIF8Nle_2YcrrPvLQl2sy3IN-aJqeZoVxGcv4tU1zE6z5yb628lq7tt7s34tA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><div>Daddy's feet are hilarious. </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxU6XWx6dUeLnsRW794paUz9favtN3dpQozWKTBZ1GKYS1oKN5b_HgK44J_PVNePkmMbRrbqEPz2BSY8-LA3w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">More laughs</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxgcPW59fanZ8xfiiM-FS35ihUe4qzkptrIsCYIJOYXwEsiN6PO0Ht8nLLv_Qc8elTdnKK5Rfar8Ytbto7NGw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Raspberries!</p>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-19858328165778828452009-05-29T19:43:00.001-07:002009-05-29T20:08:15.453-07:00Shoes & Sitting Up<div align="left"> These are some more random pics, we are trying to be better about taking them and posting them a little more regularly. Darcy is starting to feed herself a little, graham crackers and puffed cereal. She also loves to sit on her mat and empty the toy box, pull apart anything she can get her hands on. That has started to include Logan, who used to shy away but is now getting all the fun scraps of graham cracker and puffed cereal that hits the floor. He is quite happy to trade the fur pulling for the tasty morsels off her hands and face. Saves us the bathtime. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2WThCV8ZwxoHKBYL4EsrYmfnQbJtE4lxKOL4Ak0h5Nj0UvP-QkiTD9OhH11xT1S0Hv4mQJ9zfWISFWPo972KG6uWwe9wzrMfvB6kaVLiKtcxKuSu98I3EYhH5lD9cfQt6ec0ui3OkvY7/s1600-h/DSC02903.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341443771566464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2WThCV8ZwxoHKBYL4EsrYmfnQbJtE4lxKOL4Ak0h5Nj0UvP-QkiTD9OhH11xT1S0Hv4mQJ9zfWISFWPo972KG6uWwe9wzrMfvB6kaVLiKtcxKuSu98I3EYhH5lD9cfQt6ec0ui3OkvY7/s400/DSC02903.JPG" border="0" /></a>I found my feet! I've been looking for these... </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341443777469001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kJ_6ud_qAmdKzClSQJS-W6WbE4HLRAOR2aFqRQwfY-YWPA5gTbqswWi_ooFRbbgmtprfmg2NAFBUWqBpYLvjkJgSSGWZMR7VixKG8kdWITIYiVJhOqyoTNn-KZnxpJkuxRl5Fa9gZqYA/s400/DSC02906.JPG" border="0" />Chillin in my sneaks - first pair of real shoes<br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341443786516120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwHS1dXFrP2tyCW541BNvyUAHCXk_CBNwKGM53SbNN0b92kCgn3P0b2-kPga1R4w5f2jmDI5eixZspV-hgNaksm2MVQ8TL8tUWGYw4Nb0l0vXm_YXKQbx7iV7qJSRnnScxxLqW-sG7gJU/s400/DSC02910.JPG" border="0" /> She is too cute in this outfit, the shoes make it for me</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341445079319947458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tJJ9BNRP5Tj7WTeD00OPJwMe3Sjh2mn3EgsDC3NtiISnGRRULyxkFrrtSmZ74qiTWVa2xjH77LJyX8LrmRzKA007-iP37bVK4S_SsQOwlVgEb82QbtaDda5lFB1bfhc2FI6xkvzN3ms0/s400/DSC02915.JPG" border="0" />Checking out the sheepie rug<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341445088159306498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-Dd9NUjT18C3MvX193nOh8ER8YRDMC-ZpCV-B0BWXzwOetWyGtt0zghcS6LmCmlW7ArUPnb4Chp0Ub_hMGTdn1n7JvOzbzznZQdmUGwIXXtzakuJEcI2iSlvj0CMi1jdWKgqoMXdx8XJ/s400/DSC02926.JPG" border="0" />Getting a glimpse of her new buddy Logan<br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341443789916113218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3IqmMkmybFD7JqhWAU_MXo3BQxnWlp2larmRalDLL920e-k_DwY1MaD-dFFuGuco19IxzKQRc9_EKDo9orLd8a-ZSpWzduF5Vls3MEKBFO9L5oXcd7VE-hb-yvTmsuO5lLy6OTEzqD73/s400/DSC02913.JPG" border="0" /> Logan getting a taste of what Darcy ate for dinner - she is cracking up here.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341443795725292450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pqtthBMIWXS9jUbfqgQ8_8fAN2z9UwNsw_AUxznQVVYJj-4Kb-ChpXlrMImTwwFnv_cqaKKlSlV2ZTD71UZava5RPJ_7SoqONmPttuBo3bwY6eleYFCMq9xRAQG0tfIypxqZfzUoW-0n/s400/DSC02924.JPG" border="0" /> YUM, BABY!!<br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwanBjt2kZvX40oM9ZwfqKqUp--RzwY1t0H5jtn99IDCz5j3vqKVIgSXlQ2SLSLtXN7AQim5YMdcUs5HG-43g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Playing with rings once Logan finished cleaning her face</p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJICMu6BIsFT-EiI_LDt-DKjWKJe8Ewj9OfnF2ioJLuS1fHRlWlRx7_BHPqKHwlrfPFvpMiD3QHLQVUnwXUTaSvkWWWk9AltxSeICy16d5PjJM8DHf4IBg4DNTL7b3YYVJ-1Pfvmb-3Jb/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442875440342050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJICMu6BIsFT-EiI_LDt-DKjWKJe8Ewj9OfnF2ioJLuS1fHRlWlRx7_BHPqKHwlrfPFvpMiD3QHLQVUnwXUTaSvkWWWk9AltxSeICy16d5PjJM8DHf4IBg4DNTL7b3YYVJ-1Pfvmb-3Jb/s400/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another fun toy - stacking cups with a twist...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP5DkZF1WXblnkv288Z4qjQ79VJbDBrXWPwGYY_ITT-ByeEPj3J1Gv4QYm-nQN_QjJLoucg38TuZ5_1ezv-Lo5lrgZdhhTZ0BtAHarLj3t5KlOFDNZkQ-ebtFWAqBy4OffH4EncYRVqOz/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442868742623138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP5DkZF1WXblnkv288Z4qjQ79VJbDBrXWPwGYY_ITT-ByeEPj3J1Gv4QYm-nQN_QjJLoucg38TuZ5_1ezv-Lo5lrgZdhhTZ0BtAHarLj3t5KlOFDNZkQ-ebtFWAqBy4OffH4EncYRVqOz/s400/DSC02946.JPG" border="0" /></a> They make a very good hat for improptu meetings of the Shriners</div><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jaChahmnzxhSVj1vDWpqUkn6pJKBxiK0TL7cH7fkrvAqByeJcfo7MvbnfcGd3ejT2QtFMCtOm0RPUaHybvxzL5Y0EWEdT0UwLZQe6yvNq03KAcmBVbh6yZIIB1sBVilwOT1Nl9KTUwJP/s1600-h/DSC02944.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442861999894370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jaChahmnzxhSVj1vDWpqUkn6pJKBxiK0TL7cH7fkrvAqByeJcfo7MvbnfcGd3ejT2QtFMCtOm0RPUaHybvxzL5Y0EWEdT0UwLZQe6yvNq03KAcmBVbh6yZIIB1sBVilwOT1Nl9KTUwJP/s400/DSC02944.JPG" border="0" /></a> She loves hats</div><div align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyj6ObtiESHClhmEM-wkWflhGUeFUFgp8Nia1xZDO7c5b2v_Y5cpkcLiddZLTeWrhvXAPSejVp_SGD0Xk1aTw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We played peek a boo in the cups until it was sleepy time. </div></div></div></div><br /></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-21427768635110742862009-05-23T19:41:00.000-07:002009-05-23T20:03:29.380-07:008 month updateI have been seriously slacking on the photo front (as so many of you lovelies have been letting me know). Blame it all on Facebook, it's easier to add pics there. Anyway, here are some random shots that should get us caught up. Darcy is 8 months old now, hard to believe. She sits up, she says Dada and Mama, she reaches to be picked up, she laughs when you laugh, and she eats like a champ. In fact, she bangs on the tray if you don't get the next bite to her mouth fast enough. We're working on a sippy cup, but so far its just a leaky toy to her! The highlights here involve lots of laughing, drooling, funny outfits, and her bed time parties (becoming legendary) when we find her in the morning surrounded by the formerly neat components of her crib. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fsk1WE8HUDVJwdTeaZO9dTn1C_Ek6T1W9nqR7hvBCzFbIZwAwpCze_rceTuPqr-kY7Ble_MRoCHd5-dZQgto1dicusPVsMUVMQdDLA0jwqFbrXvZhrZoFuRPrJThSmQPjto5FwFWCEoy/s1600-h/DSC02844.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218044766771090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fsk1WE8HUDVJwdTeaZO9dTn1C_Ek6T1W9nqR7hvBCzFbIZwAwpCze_rceTuPqr-kY7Ble_MRoCHd5-dZQgto1dicusPVsMUVMQdDLA0jwqFbrXvZhrZoFuRPrJThSmQPjto5FwFWCEoy/s400/DSC02844.JPG" border="0" /></a>Trashing her room like a rock star on a bender</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIP28MzraY4Hol0624OvknOaQgtp34dsWep4jahyf7jr05AUVX3EHy2_QptFl6SlT41WFEwyF4yPjiSlBB2fDmaIYBz9SePETq-3yGFwkDdDn-KJGdglYYKU5NTADAnVKtnSVEGu99V9q_/s1600-h/DSC02830.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218037917413154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIP28MzraY4Hol0624OvknOaQgtp34dsWep4jahyf7jr05AUVX3EHy2_QptFl6SlT41WFEwyF4yPjiSlBB2fDmaIYBz9SePETq-3yGFwkDdDn-KJGdglYYKU5NTADAnVKtnSVEGu99V9q_/s400/DSC02830.JPG" border="0" /></a> Teething = droooooly face<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AIiXmNTR4OIbgJXX9Skpi8kUTVJS8CuQXP4JeHWpQC6Jy9ddyuKYqyoD1biB5XZ-tHVCFxWfad03lzq0sRUlNoV0cGLvO2hr3twthg1PFOumT1tAmKQofp3PN4-7fvy8LsjfT25ryG1f/s1600-h/DSC02826.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218033035292818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7AIiXmNTR4OIbgJXX9Skpi8kUTVJS8CuQXP4JeHWpQC6Jy9ddyuKYqyoD1biB5XZ-tHVCFxWfad03lzq0sRUlNoV0cGLvO2hr3twthg1PFOumT1tAmKQofp3PN4-7fvy8LsjfT25ryG1f/s400/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy is so silly.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdqlflMCwy8f_EoP6B7abjSRu4Uq3ngTQl8PcezFRheG60XPYB5kdAKw4J1CeL_cJcvnfRF6v5pMX4Si95g7hfOQQXSEEXs3CSZrWYotIwaMjFuBcc0dyqdxfF3UZ6n0T0_0M4Do2MNa4/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218031523676914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdqlflMCwy8f_EoP6B7abjSRu4Uq3ngTQl8PcezFRheG60XPYB5kdAKw4J1CeL_cJcvnfRF6v5pMX4Si95g7hfOQQXSEEXs3CSZrWYotIwaMjFuBcc0dyqdxfF3UZ6n0T0_0M4Do2MNa4/s400/DSC02817.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love this hat.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyGDR1ccwiJXECKkGGYaDH8zauLUGZ0EfKyJ13r-DJvLbYsUAtF2X84EJYkjX4Ld0klACer6nuMYYvkJOc32zS1fZxLBNYz2AMXoEutmINbtv3gQOG2i-SgrQuy4kRBxhegxF0FC3cSXx/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218027619717810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyGDR1ccwiJXECKkGGYaDH8zauLUGZ0EfKyJ13r-DJvLbYsUAtF2X84EJYkjX4Ld0klACer6nuMYYvkJOc32zS1fZxLBNYz2AMXoEutmINbtv3gQOG2i-SgrQuy4kRBxhegxF0FC3cSXx/s400/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" /></a> See??<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxPnUL-zyyFXT4k7FuA1b2Yej-HnBmtvodd_CwEmV1vV9jJ1_PkfKm3nJQjMZb3cLZs-PMXI72Ux_3jqWhm5xlxiEHQDBY1RE28qqEGHxkTi2vl5FbPqUeBsSYwRp8xKuSzxPS0rGYqjb/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217203725828162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxPnUL-zyyFXT4k7FuA1b2Yej-HnBmtvodd_CwEmV1vV9jJ1_PkfKm3nJQjMZb3cLZs-PMXI72Ux_3jqWhm5xlxiEHQDBY1RE28qqEGHxkTi2vl5FbPqUeBsSYwRp8xKuSzxPS0rGYqjb/s400/DSC02791.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the end of our horsey riding song, where she breaks into a laugh just as my thigh muscles turn to complete jello. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVrw6iIur6YbBE1_2I5VH57WOKu49crG70y2c_pNAD-1QToS5aBXdGjzKNozhHceveMX7Dd5osfUVh6vyIqOHCZejpgf7CzsZeM7GzkzGyGUNtT80xTlfTcm6cz7OjTW2D6szdwSBDCV9/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217199384300642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVrw6iIur6YbBE1_2I5VH57WOKu49crG70y2c_pNAD-1QToS5aBXdGjzKNozhHceveMX7Dd5osfUVh6vyIqOHCZejpgf7CzsZeM7GzkzGyGUNtT80xTlfTcm6cz7OjTW2D6szdwSBDCV9/s400/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" /></a> Whatchu talkin bout face.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_-CopCeQSUrCID3f-E3hv1HfpCvT8vhqyH_WXYDp8bP2HOD1o8oVjzPAFfNghd0uLvFFQDTbWV_Z1OiQoCPuPl2tdXAoL6uZoqMmnairzrd8irTmEDn7Qd1c83G4rAQ2ieMeCU4JyD9z/s1600-h/DSC02781.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217195392878674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_-CopCeQSUrCID3f-E3hv1HfpCvT8vhqyH_WXYDp8bP2HOD1o8oVjzPAFfNghd0uLvFFQDTbWV_Z1OiQoCPuPl2tdXAoL6uZoqMmnairzrd8irTmEDn7Qd1c83G4rAQ2ieMeCU4JyD9z/s400/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dad is totally a geek. I'm just a geekling.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSd9MnEjLW_vETsVo9LREG-ahlUXkVYjE3H6ojQ3l1VrLjRgfvAdCFVARwvgi4IbLJtOkklQuSFRk6h38aMLSL8nD7SgsKKbJHtZ-j1jfv_dM-a41fcdCLZ_hq3ZRWcojtFyHGiIeXQyt0/s1600-h/DSC02772.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217192920159906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSd9MnEjLW_vETsVo9LREG-ahlUXkVYjE3H6ojQ3l1VrLjRgfvAdCFVARwvgi4IbLJtOkklQuSFRk6h38aMLSL8nD7SgsKKbJHtZ-j1jfv_dM-a41fcdCLZ_hq3ZRWcojtFyHGiIeXQyt0/s400/DSC02772.JPG" border="0" /></a> BLUUUUUE eyes!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBpxDK-3msylDPf8uUzA1Bl6e6nO5Z_DpmVd2ieKQejWsbyL5xZTXk8TS1aFtxlLhVXpFsijjMT7TN-vHX0Dm1jdGV0re-1oQCFJu1oNi013rAp73jH73g7eqDF9nmOoE8CKjVAlJk9YX/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217189226008754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBpxDK-3msylDPf8uUzA1Bl6e6nO5Z_DpmVd2ieKQejWsbyL5xZTXk8TS1aFtxlLhVXpFsijjMT7TN-vHX0Dm1jdGV0re-1oQCFJu1oNi013rAp73jH73g7eqDF9nmOoE8CKjVAlJk9YX/s400/DSC02770.JPG" border="0" /></a> She blows raspberries and bubbles too - ptttthbbbbt!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNaK4YkYncbsZoTTT8eKl7FlDmJ77ZBIyNvi4uj3jZM454HoQpKb2ad-VKjtP1KnVY6RCdbIt5H-6RDKw_av3EZmUhI_hwPHPNWbV-2dpn2ydTUkdRezNsl4toSeU4LSDChgv6I64MZlD/s1600-h/DSC02768.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339216369009902114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNaK4YkYncbsZoTTT8eKl7FlDmJ77ZBIyNvi4uj3jZM454HoQpKb2ad-VKjtP1KnVY6RCdbIt5H-6RDKw_av3EZmUhI_hwPHPNWbV-2dpn2ydTUkdRezNsl4toSeU4LSDChgv6I64MZlD/s400/DSC02768.JPG" border="0" /></a> Seriously. She has NO off button. I'm considering contacting the manufacturer. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUX7eMypqvKg6XX4mFkfIY9UH_L767OCpqqXcdt4SxigV3NsIJa3OuNy2-eslEH57xVOxfxx-n6KkCKCBdWQcOStLfJ_EKpn8Zf8G8myr5HbPuEfPrJgnI49KH3DFVfSTJhwhKpokql2l8/s1600-h/0407091941.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339216361414472034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUX7eMypqvKg6XX4mFkfIY9UH_L767OCpqqXcdt4SxigV3NsIJa3OuNy2-eslEH57xVOxfxx-n6KkCKCBdWQcOStLfJ_EKpn8Zf8G8myr5HbPuEfPrJgnI49KH3DFVfSTJhwhKpokql2l8/s400/0407091941.jpg" border="0" /></a> Something here was hilarious, don't remember what. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoiJ9kDu8aqoNo0lVmo5T6IscaLPFSOsoX0ovMV5E4pWi5Y3KH_xXzn9aWZRkYestbrDwD_OGKR_jvbDhQlMHAZFKmiG4rUWM8uQNnd_bUEIXLx5KIze7MX8uMFMc7fbpifjCxINBmfSU/s1600-h/0407091149.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339216357779840866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoiJ9kDu8aqoNo0lVmo5T6IscaLPFSOsoX0ovMV5E4pWi5Y3KH_xXzn9aWZRkYestbrDwD_OGKR_jvbDhQlMHAZFKmiG4rUWM8uQNnd_bUEIXLx5KIze7MX8uMFMc7fbpifjCxINBmfSU/s400/0407091149.jpg" border="0" /></a> MORE FOOD NOW. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTs2e1cQFAXdfNIZZido0X9pDZOGxwWEWfNtPCKlf01OiLF_yCVpYaBWOJnMRintT241roFMDSRKpATMDLGQ_akq3ng3gbUeQibvFWCQjiwqV9pJ8W4CHy4ryYgnsskrhglA8K6vH6v0wP/s1600-h/0407090812.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339216358421814082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTs2e1cQFAXdfNIZZido0X9pDZOGxwWEWfNtPCKlf01OiLF_yCVpYaBWOJnMRintT241roFMDSRKpATMDLGQ_akq3ng3gbUeQibvFWCQjiwqV9pJ8W4CHy4ryYgnsskrhglA8K6vH6v0wP/s400/0407090812.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sweet when Sleeping<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw74zKXVi1v4EECJt1NXGoWGNxsDpOJM3qPg8W7-T2-_djv2C4T473YBVj6htZg8p7nh4c-B7Mnd-0z81eIEMOdRoAxDet9o1VNjassM-kQBnLvwTiQBDLF9JHCEK6xaC22tSJ1aq3ifW4/s1600-h/DSC02831.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339216356263665042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw74zKXVi1v4EECJt1NXGoWGNxsDpOJM3qPg8W7-T2-_djv2C4T473YBVj6htZg8p7nh4c-B7Mnd-0z81eIEMOdRoAxDet9o1VNjassM-kQBnLvwTiQBDLF9JHCEK6xaC22tSJ1aq3ifW4/s400/DSC02831.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy's shirt says "My Kid Totally Rocks"</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-20447796316699536662009-04-14T18:40:00.000-07:002009-04-14T18:59:44.684-07:00Top Dog Competition<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324729128664062290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_Vx2cIIA38ovVxfM1Of9Ab0fnyjaNpTN1OaEu-2UNguOZggZ__qOHB6Z8V6qHCwACr0w_Mi04Qs4Glgp859q12OCw0bKQj117B2ir4YXqhiGgqNhr3SZWT5O3lJdrOrGl6vYjZXZXKc8/s400/main.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">VOTE FOR LOGAN - TOP DOG IN 2009!!</div><a href="http://www.browndogfoundation.org/logan">http://www.browndogfoundation.org/logan</a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324729128099980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNIEj2Y48YC4rRLjqJUBVvp0FqplmQJ2r4cq7sFF6xvVGlD-GxtqNAmme8O9i6inT1_xACSo1ln5CWRSo3_HoUUT543aYVW9OeXAL9_dOjF71MpumdwPVhNQgXYEEukR4ZW34z9sIM8hU/s400/closeup.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Coming from humble beginnings, Logan was adopted from a rescue group by Bridget and Tony Meadows in the fall of 2003. He was immediately adored by his new family, and extended family and friends. His sweet disposition, hilarious fits of energy, and toothy grin made him a star wherever he went. </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324729147705628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorPIzNCpVzAmmp4MuSg90oFSDPNkQzMngMBbfVeG5faGzHmVARUq7Z2vIDBDKYJuhCfJtZk7GBKplOJqzQUo4PrpYov4mpZfyxSmA3Zh_e7iVQGms8TQdxIy6l6O4NXOvmz8YGE8w_lK2/s400/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">After Bridget began working for a petfood company in 2005, Logan reaped all the benefits. Soon after Bridget's promotion and move to Nashville in 2006, Logan became a fixture at the corporate office. His natural charisma and classic doggy smile won him even more fans. He has been featured in several profiles on Bridget's company, including office artwork, local print and TV news, and a nationwide coupon ad campaign. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324729133569363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SZnRmKboeFN0jk6tN7NfUi2YArCEHsNwYHHkJ-RZN4B1ZtQjy1tr-MqUsOgMNYx-DyGgWkeGC9O4ilXi-QZlJmekPbUBjOqBxk-YLJp2-otp8S6JXWVxh0oDe1N0Ll4Qh_Qge7WgJIdD/s400/Logan+at+Work.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">For 5 years, he was their only baby. Then in 2008, he was joined in the household by Darcy, his new baby sister. While Bridget and Tony have adjusted well to parenthood, they suspect Logan is still suffering from a mild case of post-partum blues. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324729142888773442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXM_f32hNOVdYbiS22sGer4J7kbcFmvyIRrxiTKAntvfd5NfOlEezmnDn78J3X-QE6Fk6_jJoqTno5WSNiyAin9agTjrzsbnvE3dprDtN-BYxzaRDLOb3siYQdLEfoY80_hrIaRcvYXVGd/s400/logan+donut+man.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">To steal back the spotlight from baby Darcy, Logan is now leveraging his celebrity for charity by competing for the Title of TOP DOG 2009 for Brown Dog Foundation! Their mission is to provide owners in temporary financial crisis an alternative to euthanasia when their pet faces a treatable life-threatening condition in order to restore the quality of life for pet and owner. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324731155693508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBGV5PMhhXOvRBUzRaNY9kDbSdytgxzDmwxk6Z2xpsGYGkzagRNq2cKZU41wviufxGsurZ7pZrY7lJC_EYM08gVHxgw2SojqfKeN2Ddpe_KdIHHHyWm6ajvh7nr8pVyUKwPdMhR7lSK0t/s400/main.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Please help Logan grab the crown and the title of TOP DOG by voting now!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.browndogfoundation.org/logan">http://www.browndogfoundation.org/logan</a></div><div align="center"></div>Our goal is 1000 votes! Please help today if you can!<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Become a fan on Facebook!</div><div align="center"></div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-452447838621606712009-04-05T15:11:00.001-07:002009-04-05T15:33:10.524-07:00Spring Gardening<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzne85930Ru-tStZwg4xn9qXdta1IoVIy_Jd54ozMJMLbUooyIlR7y733ddNFEoO0TSNtzxGqrzKyvOA-wz6Zge0IoLbcuH8EKz9wzgX1j390AzmMyNMAIRYpbhBNbNnuMqkNEYR6dWkVg/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334780920492690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzne85930Ru-tStZwg4xn9qXdta1IoVIy_Jd54ozMJMLbUooyIlR7y733ddNFEoO0TSNtzxGqrzKyvOA-wz6Zge0IoLbcuH8EKz9wzgX1j390AzmMyNMAIRYpbhBNbNnuMqkNEYR6dWkVg/s400/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hanging out in the grass while Mom and Dad dig </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuZIUTyJqPB_Y8UiA9tyZEoAqZfjZz6K-hmHt-69TiaM3RaNQKqYnt7p2AtdT90YAr6EGrvjLgMr48FafOFzOLG0tFPTP-EiW9G9LTDRWhNF_zmCyI-edFgDOtf7OOruRnebagt_DOHOV/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334776056858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuZIUTyJqPB_Y8UiA9tyZEoAqZfjZz6K-hmHt-69TiaM3RaNQKqYnt7p2AtdT90YAr6EGrvjLgMr48FafOFzOLG0tFPTP-EiW9G9LTDRWhNF_zmCyI-edFgDOtf7OOruRnebagt_DOHOV/s400/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" /></a> Swear I didn't plan the monkey overload - we just have a lot of monkey stuff<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sz3ggOVccaqSSgm_7B0KOtxdfVmlM5n0Gs4eMstP3187hEYerPjvEYASfe1OhrAIRazoEZShep-0AdYYaCS_cr-WvA9SvFcRkI2siwWriJBGOwcsMHUDCrSqNxUWpXKFfr50_Zn4y_B-/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334775224210914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sz3ggOVccaqSSgm_7B0KOtxdfVmlM5n0Gs4eMstP3187hEYerPjvEYASfe1OhrAIRazoEZShep-0AdYYaCS_cr-WvA9SvFcRkI2siwWriJBGOwcsMHUDCrSqNxUWpXKFfr50_Zn4y_B-/s400/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our pretty new flowers<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIVOHIVh_6nbI3-i4dZSwF0Ss7zFH3Nn1OKQPIKepOst7SLzOZIhq8mBTU1gnIfzIh5XR4f7_IGW48jK9YqksjjQI-JBwj3TJFsWlZy-INTRTJomYyMAYYSzJytZC1rrqkeKwyGZkW4L1/s1600-h/DSC02750.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334768953866626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIVOHIVh_6nbI3-i4dZSwF0Ss7zFH3Nn1OKQPIKepOst7SLzOZIhq8mBTU1gnIfzIh5XR4f7_IGW48jK9YqksjjQI-JBwj3TJFsWlZy-INTRTJomYyMAYYSzJytZC1rrqkeKwyGZkW4L1/s400/DSC02750.JPG" border="0" /></a> Logan keeping an eye on the neighborhood</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbWGC4PgPiJZo0lKBhOgf-MW6cn_Eq0yb-SLXkcSsWJqLN-69MVYT6QzKzHQWLlh7Dl-UJpfsN1tVmpfrxMmnK17MY3qkAzIOrNEE8RU08hZo29vAcGEqQrSS1McnZrDxqrmTmp12PbYk/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334515045895730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbWGC4PgPiJZo0lKBhOgf-MW6cn_Eq0yb-SLXkcSsWJqLN-69MVYT6QzKzHQWLlh7Dl-UJpfsN1tVmpfrxMmnK17MY3qkAzIOrNEE8RU08hZo29vAcGEqQrSS1McnZrDxqrmTmp12PbYk/s400/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Auntie Meghan made our super comfy quilt - sock monkeys on pogo sticks anyone?</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLLxPw4lejIeed0ijM17Tj-wg9tRxHv3JgDkJUww59v32hx0BpRKe7NoXBluH6LO0xyvP5jXD8vPNkRUPNJSnUmyOC8vS1lVNNFFGNIw8Aolfq4FnIXSGtxSX-wP0n4tDc262E3AOvcCO/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334511529613346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLLxPw4lejIeed0ijM17Tj-wg9tRxHv3JgDkJUww59v32hx0BpRKe7NoXBluH6LO0xyvP5jXD8vPNkRUPNJSnUmyOC8vS1lVNNFFGNIw8Aolfq4FnIXSGtxSX-wP0n4tDc262E3AOvcCO/s400/DSC02753.JPG" border="0" /></a> She surprised us big time with her sudden balance while sitting up! I think she might even have surprised herself. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVMOEaFBEkcaBEsidqYUHTGWaK9yEE41zgcEl6HRDl84Vu5RAGxFxvuV6m9KZ4jUVnNbSrN4-TLQz1mofduFXXc4KlgemNMAhpjln8Bmi0xRxTyChs7xte-sfGe2wf3g8YHBvYvYtGePA/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334502235328658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVMOEaFBEkcaBEsidqYUHTGWaK9yEE41zgcEl6HRDl84Vu5RAGxFxvuV6m9KZ4jUVnNbSrN4-TLQz1mofduFXXc4KlgemNMAhpjln8Bmi0xRxTyChs7xte-sfGe2wf3g8YHBvYvYtGePA/s400/DSC02754.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuKV4C0KNRUIR24Gne5KJRTvlQe-fO1u_KkU9zOEzagTPivFB9lSpU0oyv2KmrdR5T_MrYx6DSEVOwUyOI8wd1C_ddhF0J2zoJ38-0a8JSD9XFxFjjXaYnYdWuPghEdSaKGmzM2pGOw-Y/s1600-h/DSC02756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334498961790082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuKV4C0KNRUIR24Gne5KJRTvlQe-fO1u_KkU9zOEzagTPivFB9lSpU0oyv2KmrdR5T_MrYx6DSEVOwUyOI8wd1C_ddhF0J2zoJ38-0a8JSD9XFxFjjXaYnYdWuPghEdSaKGmzM2pGOw-Y/s400/DSC02756.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOYstk1GeR_oA0pQBvHF6f8Q-bV-CQ_aW49m3jjEWysKxSJRYShOh4_DD5JJrYchgF4Q8EWP0GIzf2SBQW41e8huU0jcRYGjHk2nb2tQs2MaOMk4ovGHbjOltUocU9zhSFIFQzNGCYT5v/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321334488999137762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOYstk1GeR_oA0pQBvHF6f8Q-bV-CQ_aW49m3jjEWysKxSJRYShOh4_DD5JJrYchgF4Q8EWP0GIzf2SBQW41e8huU0jcRYGjHk2nb2tQs2MaOMk4ovGHbjOltUocU9zhSFIFQzNGCYT5v/s400/DSC02757.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwv2H8BJixf8rA7XgSqrrP6fr9rpzMdvwX6ZKV_IlIkSPKfYqfEe-wxPa_1SUqnyVm5P287xzYnq4YLTk_o9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-20703751887194486082009-04-05T14:57:00.001-07:002009-04-05T15:08:51.808-07:00RandomnessI'm a little behind after the wedding-palooza, so here's some random catching up photos.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Hb3kzeId-udKl1lhs23uNAGgOXaGlIzmdyyAqu9AZKB1Nl5-kWgSo1adFCpOc65NVRXqnikCs-6EXvfaqLYI44V1YdRe_5fgqK1-nuHU3ZhyphenhyphenC_VkiaL6y-3FFBbe4C6VC3kWVmq6Ky3m/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330646043823586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Hb3kzeId-udKl1lhs23uNAGgOXaGlIzmdyyAqu9AZKB1Nl5-kWgSo1adFCpOc65NVRXqnikCs-6EXvfaqLYI44V1YdRe_5fgqK1-nuHU3ZhyphenhyphenC_VkiaL6y-3FFBbe4C6VC3kWVmq6Ky3m/s400/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /></a>First hockey game - Go Preds! </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL2SMNPLUxQyBh21IJqdXD1nzRrLjDiRUgQLtHFlGU_uENwCIl7z7Xo_Cyk9gL4Ilh3kjXgeo_jJIDYGFzRuke1DTfwDeTYqeEijBYoQbzsO13HbnM23Qke_zW_lNYT4ABajGJLP2ArAU/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330640096978242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL2SMNPLUxQyBh21IJqdXD1nzRrLjDiRUgQLtHFlGU_uENwCIl7z7Xo_Cyk9gL4Ilh3kjXgeo_jJIDYGFzRuke1DTfwDeTYqeEijBYoQbzsO13HbnM23Qke_zW_lNYT4ABajGJLP2ArAU/s400/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwb1_vhACGsVXo_3qcPXRUGCbYnOQBAiG_GWFulkOLAdUX05Wj3nplnqAEKxPWZYqc0OEfwE_jt7EgOz2rFk0YGBZ-qeuKLMMYAeK47zHDpETRdzpD41DVNcoqQwCQMUtE06GQ2GiO1Au/s1600-h/DSC02733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330637402668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwb1_vhACGsVXo_3qcPXRUGCbYnOQBAiG_GWFulkOLAdUX05Wj3nplnqAEKxPWZYqc0OEfwE_jt7EgOz2rFk0YGBZ-qeuKLMMYAeK47zHDpETRdzpD41DVNcoqQwCQMUtE06GQ2GiO1Au/s400/DSC02733.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxcXeqJl5X8sZQIYp0i7f-jb3mNzac9kx6_nwUBCwta1jrQxTuyMQXLIE7BAwOFJwgIGMT8z7sBrDXl_iQkQyiqmONi40yToPH8tjF9XlcBprpUXloduwL5TnzYobgce0BMu8XGCTiqNY/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330631959979218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxcXeqJl5X8sZQIYp0i7f-jb3mNzac9kx6_nwUBCwta1jrQxTuyMQXLIE7BAwOFJwgIGMT8z7sBrDXl_iQkQyiqmONi40yToPH8tjF9XlcBprpUXloduwL5TnzYobgce0BMu8XGCTiqNY/s400/DSC02734.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is her bad-ass hockey face. Or possibly a cough.</div><div align="center">(Please note the awesome girly skull barrette, she's such a tough chick)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxS1pdTnH_CDYEQXJht5GonQuBOsbvsCbiG34L1noc6mTyizN-IMkNkCTSzcYsxZE5BGScyE_X6sudSSx8l9xdR2w1txHmF_cUB3rStEE8UPavBBPkvz5aJSkAI7iQ8EX1VjM-Dl39l-X/s1600-h/DSC02728.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330320321066242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxS1pdTnH_CDYEQXJht5GonQuBOsbvsCbiG34L1noc6mTyizN-IMkNkCTSzcYsxZE5BGScyE_X6sudSSx8l9xdR2w1txHmF_cUB3rStEE8UPavBBPkvz5aJSkAI7iQ8EX1VjM-Dl39l-X/s400/DSC02728.JPG" border="0" /></a> Darcy thinks this onsie (and Daddy) are hilarious. Mommy, not so much. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65JqWoFV8gBftu9t9a-CGQAkSY_WmDZ_5wfjIxm3xywMtPAL0eBTV3BEQnNJIBj-wQzfQKKjvLrBDOvFP3XvSrlaztN8xwsvcy64UQhn-RMkUbQBaRS88NR-6jy3HE71JF4j0vL5iYehz/s1600-h/DSC02737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330320706738610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65JqWoFV8gBftu9t9a-CGQAkSY_WmDZ_5wfjIxm3xywMtPAL0eBTV3BEQnNJIBj-wQzfQKKjvLrBDOvFP3XvSrlaztN8xwsvcy64UQhn-RMkUbQBaRS88NR-6jy3HE71JF4j0vL5iYehz/s400/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sweet potatoes are seriously yummy. And staining.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtvE0GXv3uxyGQD91_eIZZMzfsp7Wh46L-k3VmOuixwUG6-xkgLo9NS1oozUZRCtQIQRlBWahoq7GhcHkLylItZK1aV7r52P7HPw31HUZ741-xN_30uOI06p3qT2oCYrablUTkpwPJaVs/s1600-h/DSC02741.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330315094003730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtvE0GXv3uxyGQD91_eIZZMzfsp7Wh46L-k3VmOuixwUG6-xkgLo9NS1oozUZRCtQIQRlBWahoq7GhcHkLylItZK1aV7r52P7HPw31HUZ741-xN_30uOI06p3qT2oCYrablUTkpwPJaVs/s400/DSC02741.JPG" border="0" /></a> Logan is Darcy's favorite!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgLx11_raajq7XTgTmuDpnYiyul7MyLMbJUy0G7FA-aTUQ_UorW1uH_vA2W9b9X8J2Z_P9mjESwvLfjk78lNWxEKU5QOgYqLXmgC4F0MpPqFBTe-Xxro0B-2aR2ykWUGQKY6e3b_y7BIT/s1600-h/DSC02743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330313016777234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgLx11_raajq7XTgTmuDpnYiyul7MyLMbJUy0G7FA-aTUQ_UorW1uH_vA2W9b9X8J2Z_P9mjESwvLfjk78lNWxEKU5QOgYqLXmgC4F0MpPqFBTe-Xxro0B-2aR2ykWUGQKY6e3b_y7BIT/s400/DSC02743.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yay for doggie kisses!</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUFHQ1XcUI14DpssylA44fNbMdd0GO7hfciAFAjch_XXJ1Im2JEqQycMDFGKoKxPgPzWZbnmXakikvy73AB1TDGvgP8GNAXKt7PZzdC6OsUwRuXFydhe0VxCkwUiP7iBqg_pwoR-ZXEJu/s1600-h/DSC02745.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321330305846529202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUFHQ1XcUI14DpssylA44fNbMdd0GO7hfciAFAjch_XXJ1Im2JEqQycMDFGKoKxPgPzWZbnmXakikvy73AB1TDGvgP8GNAXKt7PZzdC6OsUwRuXFydhe0VxCkwUiP7iBqg_pwoR-ZXEJu/s400/DSC02745.JPG" border="0" /></a>We did try the hairbow Grandma, but no smiles here!! She likes her badass barrette better. <br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-16972426606387041822009-03-19T18:35:00.000-07:002009-03-19T20:36:46.976-07:00Auntie Meghan's Wedding Weekend<div><div><div>The big event was this past weekend and Darcy met lots of family and friends there. First we went to the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. We didn't have to worry too much about how we would eat and drink and give speeches with the baby, she was whisked away from us very early in the night by several lovely baby-lovin folks.<br /><br /><div><div><div align="center">Hanging out with Alina, friend of the orphans (no, seriously, thats her job)</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098369881741314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBF6H42FrmeQ5UK2MBAz3lbyobTt9NcY8Jz8OA0spuNvk_WzuyIPZuPmaQ21A3bvWyC9NuvVSSigEwYxBfpFRoZiD-Luo_6ofL2nO6Wb8d3wMhpQy50SD16LR8OR7mwqQ3-otR7K5LOLJ/s400/alina.jpg" border="0" /><br />Our little family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ecyCPQkovKcrgePlTX7Gv-LAM0NLBq99QZpz-2szWvE0SDiHPnQPxQF0ZESnQoyYhhDxQzaQr03YzzIjkaDrF3tp9GdO2JtIbTFaBIoC99PrRnSw7tG1fcttGMMJ4Of2Cv00AZm9zKLf/s1600-h/b&t&d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098380338860642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ecyCPQkovKcrgePlTX7Gv-LAM0NLBq99QZpz-2szWvE0SDiHPnQPxQF0ZESnQoyYhhDxQzaQr03YzzIjkaDrF3tp9GdO2JtIbTFaBIoC99PrRnSw7tG1fcttGMMJ4Of2Cv00AZm9zKLf/s400/b&t&d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Asleep with Mary Ann & Dick Pieratt (you made the blog guys!!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080076930294738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQkQs_5NR2bH65_xEsNDo6fdeJvhSnppm4DOWhZhZgVQp_XdzMqZ-FsRPOBrpHOk0yb35eN2oE7Oykr-kGqSGKDiR2iAA0ZI4s9UpjoJo8BtyVw_lKrxXuuq5GC-w0vQz9HTGoDLyAIe3/s400/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left">The next day, we scoped out the hotel before it was time to boogie down! We had to show Darcy the Crystal Room and all the fun places from when we got married. Once the wedding got going, we met up with the sitter (hooray!) and had a nice parent's night out. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Meeting Esme, Meghan's (and our!) wedding coordinator</div><div align="center">BEWARE - she doesn't tell any of her brides that marriage can sometimes lead to babies. Whoops. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080637857251778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjsPDpYr8DGrv_vRjC2rn-fd2SqhNwRXTs5AQ0LMtBkRBJN2YQzHAtzSkHQJql4Zh2lXkKra086Qv7QhGDphJ-00Fl9YGD06Y9ZzEd0hbTb1yuzkxDRX43Mc0PrD-04DyhULcqBNssRpj/s400/DSC02639.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Smooches from Daddy make Darcy laugh<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBtKsYZ_awhaylQE3HSSwZECi53L17eMwe5GD6Cw_jjx38THlpJUw1Dyzirn7-faAFYpHwBHKlGf8P_Iiw3sjgaccOBsgt8UQZjBHpealUYU9jms-HTqeJy__rYIZVoSt25T5ILuw5Ew1/s1600-h/DSC02637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080091472856850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBtKsYZ_awhaylQE3HSSwZECi53L17eMwe5GD6Cw_jjx38THlpJUw1Dyzirn7-faAFYpHwBHKlGf8P_Iiw3sjgaccOBsgt8UQZjBHpealUYU9jms-HTqeJy__rYIZVoSt25T5ILuw5Ew1/s400/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Darcy Jean loves Great Grandma Jean<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FEJYzmyAtO4zJX5MFKGMQipZNj18V-D5PKzRlu9AJJGq7ZA1x_gY05TPaQVsDjd5kGRqslR-H7ViHGd80GEuMk3Z2nSP8QMmSOcO1l-HuR0pRu2nYn40S4zkEp6lAuFjelCFW3TNvKPl/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080086538175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FEJYzmyAtO4zJX5MFKGMQipZNj18V-D5PKzRlu9AJJGq7ZA1x_gY05TPaQVsDjd5kGRqslR-H7ViHGd80GEuMk3Z2nSP8QMmSOcO1l-HuR0pRu2nYn40S4zkEp6lAuFjelCFW3TNvKPl/s400/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>Taking a nap while the girls get ready for the main event</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080642903770242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9nwFKj79GeUrvBpllU4Hn4wT6zul8AVylpM0QJKao0DD-P9IH1t-SJjeGjk0TT3FepzI019IQ9q98765Yh9d33UtOZRIdk_P_OhGjFZ9MjzAblaa7c7Bq-lB7JmNy87Oc5pT03wCD1Xc/s400/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div>The beautiful Auntie Meghan with Grandpa & Grandma<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080648660886514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZBPKTh0YMZ3TZc5kyWqs6WiMUq6Ee-j_P02ZukYtKpHgzhHmisSJ4qe710RM-kJ9-2Wu_Kh5-OMCuV2hH02NW7nJDuhwBylfm2leQljAHb2rqkc-6tFJ00C9CTCgYnQJ9rrj6xFnrp4O/s400/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" /> The slacker siblings (aka Uncle Danny Bob and Mommy)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080654200926514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05WYzwYKeOCU2eINaKxf9cjrsD8bdJcdj7Q9aODsXMpWIlp3THk0DzbOuduOxAnqPmKI61DJit0Mt3l8htYaarXGVuz6M8qZszVoU6VHshqio1qq0m4cUYpm8cxxfNsgRwek6IpEeP-Y-/s400/DSC02670.JPG" border="0" /></div>Having fun after the ceremony<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315101648759283698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08XBxeELdFBKABO24Za3sYKFXPWm9x5alLybdi-2-_3BJ9OKvmidnk2FyfI-83SvSTG10UqQjLZ43TzUgYLTIg_5iWAdfDhRYfKVWBcFtHvTH6oyAYow2zI-b8uGxJddKDIlS5PAp1_fS/s400/B&Twedding2.jpg" border="0" />The non-matching black cocktail bridesmaid dresses were a big hit<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315101645069073282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT50y2vft5o2SxPjoT0XwY2a6X85eUA_vaDOF98PVq9Nnqx8gzMr9EYbYaQ3N3IdWzFvX4-v5HZZ6-t0_FqslubsFXEdkyZQPekNS0SgiHTgkiUc4AI7v3wlt7g_b8OokTk7THszxyNJ25/s400/B&Twedding.jpg" border="0" /> Before we left, we hit the big Homestead breakfast (almost worth the price of the room on its own!) and said goodbye to all the relatives we haven't seen in forever and plenty we'll hopefully see very soon!<br /></div><div>Having a breakfast cuddle with Auntie Lynn (you made the blog too!!)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080658130674450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4QRFrml5MiABWFITFa3wZzRwe8D39gy6HrYzrAKwaUfw6X_ETBdvHmef6oofESwaQQe2lJ7JBC5r9s3T6mtrvRZlrcc5IlHRJzKpCixBkODF47WgLSK8u0xCW_F4jhlWTqhV0rpB88_4/s400/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" /> Saying goodbye to Kiwi cousin Kirk<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315102863075081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmYrHwv5No2CZzFTpy6mubldib8nOvboE86bw7x7iICv2NxCoqzzAlktBdo0FhdBh7yyVbEKFlAcWIJQ3E1eZFgGBJ13HrkUbTw46Vi3nQzqhgvjFBj6qH7pP13wihYLClwZ2fiPB-rOu/s400/DSC02695.JPG" border="0" /><br />Tired tired girl!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoTQd3z-8aS5ASPzTr_mdIPmUJTld4ewdvDlu7AWLCcmTN7nYenXoMsamenqi7zSqA15ItQH3A0F2-tQhQaXRSQmq90_r2h1V12ESR8UlDlIj6W3-FxQcA49B69AAwScX61Ac1-1fhJJU/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080081735880402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoTQd3z-8aS5ASPzTr_mdIPmUJTld4ewdvDlu7AWLCcmTN7nYenXoMsamenqi7zSqA15ItQH3A0F2-tQhQaXRSQmq90_r2h1V12ESR8UlDlIj6W3-FxQcA49B69AAwScX61Ac1-1fhJJU/s400/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><p>On our way out of VA, we saw some of our Wescott buds for a few hours at the airport and got to get the kiddies to meet up. I was sad we couldn't stay longer, and then all our flights went nutty. So we DID get to stay a little longer (thanks Deana!) although UGH it was a long Monday after our 5:40am flight back to Nashville. Abigail was very excited about the baby, but then she was worried we were going to leave, she was very sweet and funny. </p><div align="center">Saying hello<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105301648711170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxuuxwrLYvkZ-Hz_e0kC3q1iNXll9weDBaOVgGK3vwdbuO0wKZL688ChBWCX4ORl3PjeunZWPS5TpZSdFTescDlCAo1JL4qLOvF-5TXMMjFo55FJpo6aJY_xgsDeIAVQB-lI43WGNsX-v-/s400/DSC02699.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div align="center">Darcy wanted to pull one of those pigtails soooo badly</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105309291942562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRT0_3Boz3dInzMLn0o30U_kUh-NUkW90qhnms-gl2KL8EEGBQM9tTQuYctEfZoE4eVyiyhHFWCrdqTmOPMPf5smeDt4RihaPSuT9w9erAmkMszu9_FOqawz4GzKbJCxooSsYaSkx5XWES/s400/DSC02700.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">This game was a big hit, they kept checking each other out while in the air</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105325627498674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8FMBjROioqHxIluq1ANHQN3TAtfQQykXtyI_9FBGw-nmVQlb-9lUOgFSU2tDiOF-XvyVmeGpYNX7T8tDImcfONRbwHF8sO6FYLTyThNMzfqoBJnBHbITsitvGxmnYJT86Xk7_WppLVtc/s400/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">"OK, I wanna hold the baby" - Darcy looks nervous...</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105318477866210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-Et1inL2EfIFJBYicLhKGEhgXZPE_BiIGQlePi8ANC66YPRMhDyuhw_d46OBPluP6pIIWzlb_LlozbBhscm8LMCNV79tYFPffrKtX-zBP1r0P5qrf9SNxTwhydeNE5QnahVoKBzVISVU/s400/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">"OK, tired of baby now" - at least Darcy laughs when dropped from seated position!!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105326495063282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisypoJuv4_lEsuxLIW74nhKJk5vMX6pji047TFA7yEI1AwhIeTUyRCj-HGEhHomn6516EN2T6FZdVPAJKBAmATausqesSvBvPPnMaWIS2gsUXWXc-1GWpJoNttzfCc0i58oJo5eBkbTWV-/s400/DSC02702.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Bored waiting on the plane, we decided to play dress up with new headbands and take pictures</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105630504727570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVubzMqju8KivZL_WrLLJwcLiXUAQ5996R37kMC7ktj0kGX5N1D95JAWDOH1v3aB37PY55Fj4DF7Y-8XCFXtcGg6GMQIoz-CpbJgqNJOLr-rjuuD8WGENlNnVBXgkpa6HIsVFXkKnCmOw3/s400/DSC02716.JPG" border="0" /> Obviously it was way more fun than it sounds!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315106643715243506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5nM4T8QcBPwaeSRRJb3e6e3yTURSesDk_Pj213X16_pCYR8Y_K5IKYocQXr07fYzqohj-5C5Wtit_dgeU5kZEHWHU1Sb6ZGb2XbxJfGPLu0JjvX4hdtlFCrw_o3zTGD4epNodsoKDkJOw/s400/DSC02715.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-31500675305181181222009-03-05T18:26:00.000-08:002009-03-05T18:41:23.679-08:00Solid Foods<div></div><p>I had planned to wait until Darcy was 6 months old to do the solid foods thing, but she has been really interested in what we are eating and drinking the last few weeks. The doc gave us the go ahead at 4 months old, so we thought we'd give it a shot, see if she was interested. </p><p>Here's the pic of her NOT enjoying it on day 1. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309899249245743746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKDiL4dcGXwlgEf_jZjU4VsRsZsuCCVVOt66RvpQWJ-rUuALmZrPUKLX9GBzYphIULTV00CPAZQO_Mxq1Y0riiWzpJcmIWqRxDqg9oo1iBlVauQUrPdAYDwQFMOemfSThsI0l16yZHVFn/s400/DSC02593.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p>Here's the baby barracuda attacking the cereal on day 4. Hilarious.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcah3HqRRLkZ-Dy4p9tZtfjLm_WQPeiTswoiLVCDUgXHahvXoHL7mZ4a9yikKfmpFw2Rc5lkJSqfWnPcPiAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-183144753073005872009-02-24T17:52:00.000-08:002009-02-25T18:16:35.357-08:005 months old!<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">5 months old as of Sunday, 2/22</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306547726707165762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0CCK80yKeUi2YZk9_cKw3YR0g512jJs2omF_AiWgusue-qNYTm2d0JjU1pe2E36lkNkA7XR2HqYpEJXdHRs-9xBUwa0QjCfWi-jyNeKR3g-gRFr436VykRoSDX0p0YpgJA572VTG_Eh90/s400/DSC02580.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Playing in the floor with Daddy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306547729135376786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoYxIq0hyphenhyphenLP7i69U-ess6HrXUjrXtZjLp_zyHimOqMjxx1Ci7-KBd0tw-SPdNQSA_ikqayrKlTPJtwTHt3KW-PNroR6UfZsD8CegPcKms59CNBinXPwujlWF6pyEov316Lrnh7exx7oS0/s400/DSC02583.JPG" border="0" />Look to the left...<br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306547730018602690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxi_ERH_Sjxw18_JiocT3eEr5ITQJrT9hEWJPAsnB77UoHRZYYbweuJ-KqbTmqr-r-DzpwU-WzdQJgIPXXNDuw8i5ldVMK4cFn2ldSz3Gzd3VThDBeUnYjZrKe1MXDYSX9YLwWm_cq8NO1/s400/DSC02581.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Look to the right...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306547735213802930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfw08cznHkyiLJ_wRtyaQG3nYOJJ0O9sA7ZnWj2NwsHE-lH3QOUz36RiySaddIAnqEBbI5UQZqlAxNldtgMU1WPkK9gUqVjYA2sPgJCBYKgLSiQZ8_Qb4KoCmuWXkUMxT5gmLV4ohyphenhyphenBirZ/s400/DSC02585.JPG" border="0" />...and over I go!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">She might have needed just a teeny tiny push to get all the way over, but she's about 90% there all on her own! Pretty scary, means I need to start cleaning up the house soon. Meh!!<br /></span><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Check out the proud tummy in this one -<br /><br /></span></div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306547737508890786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHEUb006OD_77qZoho0sViE1PI8_A2qy2O3Fpk1Yj8MUL7Q7sq_97WLxr_U9bk6X4Oo_3BgcVUWFNA9cqVLOUgtFIxtsmc4ejFlTvb1km4gh9R587BlHm1wQolctxJGgwYJDRoC5VYifE/s400/DSC02588.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-47355233732745632562009-02-20T19:59:00.001-08:002009-02-20T20:01:54.893-08:00Meghan's bridal showerJust a couple random shots of the gal at her Auntie Meghan's bridal shower a couple weekends ago.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305095675406532002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7u19oRV1pum2QH7Ubh3luXfuJQE5rLT7z54i8i2a0FB6l9Rd9lJMlZfPbar0kSL98YYTZXBjv3-aE1wk2WXU-RgmSDUxrilg9naqMgaogGYfCpt2rs9vRegkjWgG1_bZlNfyX0XgRZ6ze/s400/Meghan+shower.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHWsH549R744kmA-Nxvz22Y0ant8ml3Hy5mz5YcIy1fUrmEcbeE2ExYXuApRJK2onZ8Pv8loOQmrBsnDDkpmFkjh5MZpbhmDao3-hv9GvxWml3xrtfnZMXaZRrcRI7hyphenhyphenTRLXrwSQ9RNKJ/s1600-h/Meghan+shower+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305095674570845650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHWsH549R744kmA-Nxvz22Y0ant8ml3Hy5mz5YcIy1fUrmEcbeE2ExYXuApRJK2onZ8Pv8loOQmrBsnDDkpmFkjh5MZpbhmDao3-hv9GvxWml3xrtfnZMXaZRrcRI7hyphenhyphenTRLXrwSQ9RNKJ/s400/Meghan+shower+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-43476521441853567412009-02-20T16:23:00.000-08:002009-02-20T20:06:14.042-08:00Video Updates<p>There have been lots of germs going around our house lately, so I've been slacking in the picture department. I will catch up soon hopefully. Here's some videos instead. Tilt your head to the left for the first one!! </p><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxUo8z_BOWEbYGkKuJdC25zKBt7Yuhnu5yZa_MQElVtoD4rEqwrdorxrZHqMqcyTWwOGxRCxyFjjMvxENuPDw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p>OK, so clearly I need to remember that I can't take video with the camera turned sideways!! But it's still too funny. Here's another random cute moment (caught by Tony while I babbled on the phone - not realizing he was recording!):</p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkgof3u5AjNCjQss8peBNpcatcEZep9dzn0FXFRKsr_V0FEMv46--KiJ1d5d-TaM6uIf0z0JaLLJq_FdQMzQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-25292170887415579692009-01-25T12:49:00.000-08:002009-01-25T12:50:59.983-08:00Logan steals his thunder back!<div align="center">...I quote directly from Logan: </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"Stupid baby. When was SHE ever in the national paper? Eh? EH?!?" </div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295336639805578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQMUReCN4AoTkhZrzls-7q0rTE1WgONc8NrQBzyEaOEN_wfCtfoWFyaJqGorDj3HMluXna45Q_dfazzglGjGeO-cYPvYhwu6BroHTBJL3qWvXfJ_QvnNScbpYTynFavpnQW_jTSYWRfSh/s400/Breathbuster+Ad+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-30657418084078357772009-01-17T14:16:00.000-08:002009-01-19T19:54:59.957-08:00Like Father, Like Daugher<div align="center">Proud Pop Tony and Dark Daughter Darcy playing Mercenaries 2<br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJtxgH6r_4WlfXDJ6Qop_8qAWc4w7z3H-p4Z23w6JndHrnqQ8BoOJzf2EjE9bLRnZ90GBZPgO5WsslPMs6mDNQZTH0mOX4otGgZ2rN5IwmLQD5rd24yacuVdHs_vq-geoHicb4A1_RiR_/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292390550414624962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJtxgH6r_4WlfXDJ6Qop_8qAWc4w7z3H-p4Z23w6JndHrnqQ8BoOJzf2EjE9bLRnZ90GBZPgO5WsslPMs6mDNQZTH0mOX4otGgZ2rN5IwmLQD5rd24yacuVdHs_vq-geoHicb4A1_RiR_/s400/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292390555505175202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSAKVOdlPSSXxDAevdDVzJf1nMdXb28_NlgqH-fAg4ggCGs5rx8fNilm2tD8Alqz-uh_VUEt5bFmDkNR7n2FQIa5eFl740Hf2y3dV3olLtfz3qugGIHvTepZVpu9ot7ffuGMHGNyF7Pk1/s400/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Until they get their vengeance they will never end this mayhem!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293219116644177058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UxM27_1Pyn7t6OkI00N163Q6mEp4gRYtQy2IzXOKkSJX8OhzdwwnbgUhyphenhyphenDxUSjOXLR5PjONjMmAHialacKm4tVw90FaWgZQ3eAWZRtUUqyVfnepLD0d_qgIXMW_qnc4rywP1qnbkusIr/s400/DSC02538.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Check out that thumbstick action!</p>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-22152662403720562252009-01-09T05:57:00.000-08:002009-01-09T05:59:17.626-08:00The Mom SongI am so in love with this - this woman rules. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://blogs.northlandchurch.net/2008/08/11/the-mom-song/">http://blogs.northlandchurch.net/2008/08/11/the-mom-song/</a>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-67715516316951392222009-01-06T19:18:00.000-08:002009-01-06T19:23:29.655-08:00Peek-A-Boo video!<span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em>Where's Darcy?!?</em></strong></span></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwhLVbfcPPRbLgb4jg1OwcGaO3Zh0lAZGyJ2FC_0pEbOs4W-W0QYmASjzli-uzAq1TEgwa06CaoShtr0iSy4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-41640344332630510502009-01-05T19:22:00.000-08:002009-01-05T19:45:02.655-08:00Back to work...sigh....<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">Today marked a sad day - heading back to work. Don't get me wrong, I actually really like my job. And I didn't turn into a weepy mess leaving Darcy at "pre-school" (ie - daycare) for the day. She seems to have a good time, she's tired at the end of the day, and I get (pay for) a break from being a full time mommy. And let me tell you, Mars pays a lot better than Darcy for my time spent working. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">Aside: I think having a job outside of the mom gig definitely makes me more appreciative of my time with Darcy - quality rather than quantity? And I don't start saying at 4pm, "where is your father already?!" when she gets fussy. Instead, I now get to say, "oh boy, only 30 minutes to get back to my sweet girl!" No judging or mommy war stuff here, that's just how it is for ME. Everyone's choices are valid, let's not fight amongst ourselves, all that PC crap, blah blah blah.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">ANYWAY, the sad part of the day was all the crap stuff you feel when you've been off work for a while. Times almost 4 months. That's as bad as going back to school after summer vacation. The getting up early, the rush to get dressed and out the door, the rotten commute, finding a parking space, the lame meetings and phone calls, you know, the actual WORK? - <em>bleech. </em>Won't someone please realize that I am clearly a genius and need to be paid <strong><em>mucho dinero</em></strong> just for my very thoughts?! I could effortlessly wax brilliant on almost any topic from the comfort of my favorite armchair, wearing my red pajamas and eating Oreos. And of course, as Darcy begins to use real words, she could join me from her smaller armchair. She is clearly a brilliant girl - Darcy Jean-ious as we are beginning to call her. (We're not a bit biased either.) She has hour-long philosophical discussions with her bumblebee friends, it is truly staggering how much she gets across with just a well placed "oooo-OOO-oo" or a perfectly timed drool. Together, we would be unstoppable. No, no.... we SHALL be unstoppable. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">For a reasonable commission, you can hire us both, we're great for parties. Prices start at $1K per hour, contact us anytime for more details. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;">Please, do it soon, before I have to go back to work again tomorrow. </span>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-50124665457175785302008-12-25T14:44:00.000-08:002008-12-25T15:15:02.024-08:00Darcy's First Christmas<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8PrO7-dS4EQWjx9qsUKQrJ5DpUzIbLp9uq9zi2p_mv3_rlOihgJsDtzGAHKVUMNn5XQKEF7MqmkAdSphN564zq7njpO7u5T3HtFjTdv5M3ictrMttdmAXmuMy7E8oSxN112jof0RMY9Q/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283866181581742658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8PrO7-dS4EQWjx9qsUKQrJ5DpUzIbLp9uq9zi2p_mv3_rlOihgJsDtzGAHKVUMNn5XQKEF7MqmkAdSphN564zq7njpO7u5T3HtFjTdv5M3ictrMttdmAXmuMy7E8oSxN112jof0RMY9Q/s400/DSC02489.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dressing for Christmas eve (too many outfits for just one day)!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gZjuDUwsYKbG6zv6SV5lGm-uDsdlj4E6YTw4X3_4ErTHWlJQZ7aud-Ojkfriwv-4rx6GOWJTCdwdGJTeiTX-MyzlyWC4qIKSGswzFOF4vvG9_J6fn44i3L8o6FI0vwlPvWU4Z-tGlH8F/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283866041454837074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gZjuDUwsYKbG6zv6SV5lGm-uDsdlj4E6YTw4X3_4ErTHWlJQZ7aud-Ojkfriwv-4rx6GOWJTCdwdGJTeiTX-MyzlyWC4qIKSGswzFOF4vvG9_J6fn44i3L8o6FI0vwlPvWU4Z-tGlH8F/s400/DSC02491.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Oh my, don't I look cute?"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2esQdm2UPy6eiLpBgmSU9-vU9sIuBIxl5ey7UYrGOyxe16p3-yFHF8sAtyV78tBahVf27rPylrDmp7Te8Pv18o50KWY-sh0VBSrhZNMfoWCb6Iqkzlfy3JglO5_FxZ4u3y1yBLNk5cTAx/s1600-h/DSC02493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283866039603690466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2esQdm2UPy6eiLpBgmSU9-vU9sIuBIxl5ey7UYrGOyxe16p3-yFHF8sAtyV78tBahVf27rPylrDmp7Te8Pv18o50KWY-sh0VBSrhZNMfoWCb6Iqkzlfy3JglO5_FxZ4u3y1yBLNk5cTAx/s400/DSC02493.JPG" border="0" /></a> Waiting for Santa Claus<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRMDfI-jn3XuhQXVTLvn-Cg7te648bTg_M9NH94DgCxhbETPPbD-IeaK09mLCshqYtSm85SY1rNpBhMarKYmP9n96wKdbgg9U7gBhfW2W25bDaiCZvB5kYIHkuy0JBmvJtDDQwNF9ZCaM/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283866038839617218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRMDfI-jn3XuhQXVTLvn-Cg7te648bTg_M9NH94DgCxhbETPPbD-IeaK09mLCshqYtSm85SY1rNpBhMarKYmP9n96wKdbgg9U7gBhfW2W25bDaiCZvB5kYIHkuy0JBmvJtDDQwNF9ZCaM/s400/DSC02495.JPG" border="0" /></a> Christmas morning!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKSi6dEOFMFI7BZTp83VCtgZw0E0MfPhsvCTGrxMRwJnxjmQ5g5-0Tz5oOOD8E7lUo9FJ3tJSBfDhxzVoUxJHBWcUQsYN9yP8uDeJA9OeGhkgZ7jFSKscTQcqz67H4TJY7MeI9TtM0T0U/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283866031268252322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKSi6dEOFMFI7BZTp83VCtgZw0E0MfPhsvCTGrxMRwJnxjmQ5g5-0Tz5oOOD8E7lUo9FJ3tJSBfDhxzVoUxJHBWcUQsYN9yP8uDeJA9OeGhkgZ7jFSKscTQcqz67H4TJY7MeI9TtM0T0U/s400/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and Darcy in our Christmas headgear<br /><br /><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283864507589362274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5YId4SMRdo8hdBySMtn4KnziEAYgnqqwVTdG938IqxxWO8iSJj4zuJYc_cDygng5YVJEam2ZGAKEVD37i_SswXQPeEV4lV8_C2hgfBc3jUhO9Ebt3So1guLQtq1bwgozgmk78cWlhPzO/s400/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Tony borrowing the baby's hat</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRxoIHkaq9GWiUWV33dn6wGhJQFn3eoTiGJ3QrFCrRCEAcPVu1ER-kajEO440oiL4LI4s5TBGo2n3fHMi0nwNBz3LGOwVS9qbqI8V42qIm4kwJRH1rAjTcaSzUS5lQHUm4o-fkkRJ4L9b/s1600-h/DSC02498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283866029664135634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRxoIHkaq9GWiUWV33dn6wGhJQFn3eoTiGJ3QrFCrRCEAcPVu1ER-kajEO440oiL4LI4s5TBGo2n3fHMi0nwNBz3LGOwVS9qbqI8V42qIm4kwJRH1rAjTcaSzUS5lQHUm4o-fkkRJ4L9b/s400/DSC02498.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>A serious pile of presents for someone so little!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxj6ciGv0CEA3PZRCA5hsHJ-Y6fq7zcLfL78c4rLOygXRTN_aE4fJXlTxYXss7XnsfEtw4sCt27W2xIdVQWkL_DkcBu1Ly21xpuUYVZmHhpZ0CNeG3TPJdYEPQ0TW1eiSSVPi8PKRqX-3/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283865657844950434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxj6ciGv0CEA3PZRCA5hsHJ-Y6fq7zcLfL78c4rLOygXRTN_aE4fJXlTxYXss7XnsfEtw4sCt27W2xIdVQWkL_DkcBu1Ly21xpuUYVZmHhpZ0CNeG3TPJdYEPQ0TW1eiSSVPi8PKRqX-3/s400/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" /></a> Logan comes in for a holiday smooch/sniff/snort</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEQZvthY3xu8X4PWjK8cXJP0b0Ss62aZy1kz8tm_SM1DK7CU30OC4sj4OSYoosZSPmYDCbFfevjP0W5XQqfd4XM9zxIFmgro2diSyNgEcS9Z30Gr5v6-lpAi6zfSqE8pL50yEkIjEvc4x/s1600-h/DSC02504_re.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283865655885263314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEQZvthY3xu8X4PWjK8cXJP0b0Ss62aZy1kz8tm_SM1DK7CU30OC4sj4OSYoosZSPmYDCbFfevjP0W5XQqfd4XM9zxIFmgro2diSyNgEcS9Z30Gr5v6-lpAi6zfSqE8pL50yEkIjEvc4x/s400/DSC02504_re.JPG" border="0" /></a> "seriously guys, do I have to wear this hat all day?"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG6ujKshQpgWAECZG6T0stB8iII1RywyEUVqgF00nFTAWkMrYZpCKkpZ_6uz_8q6EKzj8svwBaCt20E2K6MMbsIt3uYWI5-qBkt_tVVl2eaLqxKe_6n9w_Cqiesh3aBGVbGnvb2KedgI0/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283865651210216418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG6ujKshQpgWAECZG6T0stB8iII1RywyEUVqgF00nFTAWkMrYZpCKkpZ_6uz_8q6EKzj8svwBaCt20E2K6MMbsIt3uYWI5-qBkt_tVVl2eaLqxKe_6n9w_Cqiesh3aBGVbGnvb2KedgI0/s400/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /></a> Darcy's beach drum set<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1YKpG0VLufmb1RTr114y8vEZ6Cr1NCQpOFBbj0Vl-zjrHkd3jq-TJS5lVCQSEcizBz9B1S1Zjnj_FV7qq326HIInA0lEf8dK8Oh9FyuVadIW2LUz3t4204vaDRH-nFneS6TLlGRPubGq/s1600-h/DSC02511.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283865645837100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1YKpG0VLufmb1RTr114y8vEZ6Cr1NCQpOFBbj0Vl-zjrHkd3jq-TJS5lVCQSEcizBz9B1S1Zjnj_FV7qq326HIInA0lEf8dK8Oh9FyuVadIW2LUz3t4204vaDRH-nFneS6TLlGRPubGq/s400/DSC02511.JPG" border="0" /></a> She was actually really into the stuff we showed her... <div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqDDQ1DugccXRR3cadyoBT9E6TIuIszFm3uwBZf_artGK82SV7NgauwKjotscV71ACu6tZ6TGRqFO8ZRbN_X-H5S99ABQdRH4oPtXwMCB1RbC0CbvUNhWyrWUwBPpa4Rw4ICaxiWReova/s1600-h/DSC02518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283864528985871554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqDDQ1DugccXRR3cadyoBT9E6TIuIszFm3uwBZf_artGK82SV7NgauwKjotscV71ACu6tZ6TGRqFO8ZRbN_X-H5S99ABQdRH4oPtXwMCB1RbC0CbvUNhWyrWUwBPpa4Rw4ICaxiWReova/s400/DSC02518.JPG" border="0" /></a>...until she had enough! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwimGLhN9JcjL2YFGfcvGYL4LEPU37dKCegwRUC27-ua75MmpxdBd7k7DA_rlgcJ8mDxfjLJNjp4on66dj1lRzvpMQ99PhxvxmkB6Jcr3gS6Qd1mdRIg4Wog89-lRjLkcllC7Zlyju25s/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283864519702271090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwimGLhN9JcjL2YFGfcvGYL4LEPU37dKCegwRUC27-ua75MmpxdBd7k7DA_rlgcJ8mDxfjLJNjp4on66dj1lRzvpMQ99PhxvxmkB6Jcr3gS6Qd1mdRIg4Wog89-lRjLkcllC7Zlyju25s/s400/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Snugglin with my girl</div><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283864514448177042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3a63Q5Z4SNlKjgbmOXMs6_9Phmc8nQOVeSLcZjuopmzNXqx6h7KbMq8_1cwNRqtEHLB_9LGLCrM5H3bEyGfcwlLcPLITWmVIF36-Y2I4dt6So2dx2ZELPVRDF9nKnuLZAVDuRUZdGNq_/s400/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>My girl snugglin with her girl</div><div> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283865643996318114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCePeiXVECQ15w-GmriH1kTm-ZGQIVrriA1v2l3-__LPjY2eOSOVk4QuiBI1VuUkfYx02aSZeWXyi1ZNKdMHiZLQM6aEJ_RgyGsuZy5AtKc6iypGOVjEdkvD56678sWTElOF39ZlQea4fH/s400/DSC02512.JPG" border="0" />Awesome tummy time mat with a lazy susan thing - look at the pretty baby in the mirror!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ShCb1d3oz4zGEhV7ey3KOjO34BcZ89G9hZ6JV8Fu15nBdtQtaVd69jee_1XcnS2naLnU9zxbA266g6vNrpKczGMr4JaBmhD4lujE1sONLUZ5E30uY53Xy_2IZUbLVCDvrZr0f-J90104/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283864515206359986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ShCb1d3oz4zGEhV7ey3KOjO34BcZ89G9hZ6JV8Fu15nBdtQtaVd69jee_1XcnS2naLnU9zxbA266g6vNrpKczGMr4JaBmhD4lujE1sONLUZ5E30uY53Xy_2IZUbLVCDvrZr0f-J90104/s400/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" /></a> Watch me spin!!!<br /><br /></div><div align="left">We had a very nice Christmas this morning, Darcy slept from about 10pm to about 630am, ate, and then went back to sleep. While she was taking her morning nap, we opened our Christmas presents and made coffee and cinnamon buns, yum! Once she got up, we busted into her presents. She was actually pretty interested in them, I was kind of surprised. But clearly she got the right stuff to be so interactive with it all!! She spent a good part of the day with Daddy, watching his new DVDs and taking good Christmas naps. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-29836726354126642262008-12-17T17:41:00.000-08:002008-12-17T17:49:39.049-08:00Cutie in her swing<div align="center"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3JruZY4arTXUdM2WBhHT9GTyLXlixe0tPWicORPHlcKkakfRG-La_NhtQ3qskxHnKTxm_KOq8VUVJjQf0kg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280939244193310034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaerI9hG2G7LGEARCdbdM7uD7UxvlSR2ZNeSoMU7FG43StMQ30bG8ODXytKyximRe0cpTSd5AkZ7dyngnWJrbgLiOA-ssCPsUks4EfS3udFqp9iFhCLqGA92aDovR5MfKktLxIgTI_QyAB/s400/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280939248345015954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNNrV0AtvzABDnBmKrevLqEA6yY3s7rdSlZXDQfRdU6ANWJOGRibxOwF5iuJ7VE4ma8QdPz-hQol5PO9TwUAkfnnF_IHJpt3I5n6Uzc4hWKj9sBjMMv-NhLXjpGjouTbioG8f2mVDF0Fs/s400/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /></p>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567438926292944807.post-37770007915537557302008-12-17T17:39:00.000-08:002008-12-25T14:44:14.170-08:00First day of "school"<div align="left">Darcy got to go to her daycare early last week, because I had a big "end of year what's going on" meeting at work to attend. I think she had a great day. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKJURl_iA1vTdV2kttTCKnmS5FfUfVe3F3oYA3gB2T5XeGoEFz6Qacn1Buca-QOl6OosbSknAz770Y1TukBNEnBNWOH0vV8vIPRyWkUk9rDrP9S7Q6H9SL9c2FBDgEQzMTcsVtZ6cuY8z/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280939005761118498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKJURl_iA1vTdV2kttTCKnmS5FfUfVe3F3oYA3gB2T5XeGoEFz6Qacn1Buca-QOl6OosbSknAz770Y1TukBNEnBNWOH0vV8vIPRyWkUk9rDrP9S7Q6H9SL9c2FBDgEQzMTcsVtZ6cuY8z/s400/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" /></a> On her way to her first day of "school" - they don't call it a daycare anymore!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidU6fsGEu7TnWwWfvLyxffX4LCSc3cQV2X_vqaYd44e1NjnXnAC0jmfqExpfjEDbIBstwKxs83jH79hiEbhIAuDqLd75XRNXS9qOItoH6gTYcC1A2BveR_js402LGF4sGMaxWBLsWRhPKQ/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280938998148422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidU6fsGEu7TnWwWfvLyxffX4LCSc3cQV2X_vqaYd44e1NjnXnAC0jmfqExpfjEDbIBstwKxs83jH79hiEbhIAuDqLd75XRNXS9qOItoH6gTYcC1A2BveR_js402LGF4sGMaxWBLsWRhPKQ/s400/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy coming to pick Darcy up<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMgtS2hMCd2wpkvLA1JT6gIWMAf92U19OrP7xF075XKWGnmrUCXr02WGjWoCJDqSZiGzhaAK0n43LfZNgcBCcF0h8EqG9yg0vvIwJypmWB2AWNHkn2u8l5nv6HwerL2SFlHANoCuy4L4j/s1600-h/DSC02486.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280938998254552754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMgtS2hMCd2wpkvLA1JT6gIWMAf92U19OrP7xF075XKWGnmrUCXr02WGjWoCJDqSZiGzhaAK0n43LfZNgcBCcF0h8EqG9yg0vvIwJypmWB2AWNHkn2u8l5nv6HwerL2SFlHANoCuy4L4j/s400/DSC02486.JPG" border="0" /></a> Worn out girl!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>b mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122095678830357019noreply@blogger.com1