<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:30:04.089-06:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='GT'/><category term='pirates'/><category term='trust'/><category term='books'/><category term='school time'/><category term='Coke'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='home'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='summer'/><category term='dress up'/><category term='travel'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='haircuts'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='family fun'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='financial freedom'/><category term='routine'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='healing'/><category term='meme'/><category term='sledding'/><category term='God&apos;s love'/><category term='Packers'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='parties'/><category term='busy days'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='roots'/><category term='fall'/><category term='faith'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='FairTax'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='hats'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='race'/><category term='snow'/><title type='text'>One Southern Momma</title><subtitle type='html'>Southern girl follows her husband and her heart to the cold snowy north...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4256491133205122626</id><published>2010-01-15T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:47:23.849-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>Wow! 2009 has come and gone, and here we are half-way through January already. How does this happen so quickly? I have so much to say, so many changes, much to share but little time to do it. Hopefully in the next few weeks, I'll make a little time to catch up here. I really do miss this little creative outlet of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell--&lt;br /&gt;I am now an Independent Consultant with The Pampered Chef which is keeping me busy, but giving me a great sense of accomplishment, of independence and a needed outlet from being at home with two very beautiful yet demanding children all day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daddy has taken a new position with the same company, and is in the middle of transitioning to his new role. Yet another adjustment for us. Thankfully, he'll no longer be a manager, but unfortunately he'll be traveling a bit more than he has in the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pink One has turned 5! She's growing like a weed, developing above her grade level and eagerly anticipating Kindergarten in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Short One is no longer as short, nor is his hair. He's also growing like crazy (no longer the runt he was) and is smart as a whip. Mrs. R will have her hands full when he starts PreSchool in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I must return to my tasks at hand of cleaning, laundry, and tending to my children for next week brings a busy show schedule. Until I return, I miss you, love you, and long for a few precious moments to share a bit of my life here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4256491133205122626?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4256491133205122626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4256491133205122626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4256491133205122626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4256491133205122626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1723157764528970325</id><published>2009-11-03T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:42:44.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>I have no words. No words to express the grief and sorrow I feel for dear friends of ours. This news hit me on a particularly bad day for me personally, and has rocked me to the core. All I can do is cry out to the Lord for His comfort and mercy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Ben &amp; Amy, Cole, Caroline, and Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosamondallen.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-deep-sadness.html"&gt;With Deep Sadness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1723157764528970325?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1723157764528970325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1723157764528970325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1723157764528970325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1723157764528970325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4711185175484989309</id><published>2009-10-15T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:56:44.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>October 15th</title><content type='html'>Today, October 15th, is &lt;a href="http://www.october15th.com/origination.htm"&gt;National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day&lt;/a&gt;. While I became aware of this special day several years ago in the midst of battling infertility, I'd forgotten the actual date until a dear friend reminded me this morning. A dear friend whose baby was due this week, but was lost at 23 weeks pregnancy. So today, I think of Chance, of Miracle Joy, of Cooper, of my two little angels, of Ben &amp; Amy's first baby, and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that you don't become aware of how common miscarriage, still birth, and other infant deaths are until you join the ranks. Unfortunately, people frequently don't openly talk about this dark part of their lives. Then, when it happens to you or someone you love, people seem to come out of the woodwork, telling stories of babies who went to heaven before their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since my miscarriages. 2002 and 2005 seem so long ago, but on days like today, I am taken back to that place, that day when I knew the end was near and it all comes back. Comes back so clearly, so fresh, and the grief starts again. So today, amidst the grief for myself and my friends who have lost little loves, I say a prayer and think of all those sweet babies sitting at the feet of Jesus rejoicing in His presence and waiting on their parents to join them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4711185175484989309?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4711185175484989309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4711185175484989309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4711185175484989309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4711185175484989309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-15th.html' title='October 15th'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7138864751669549025</id><published>2009-10-08T08:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:22:26.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>One of the advantages of living so far North is that the sunrise comes relatively late in the morning in Fall and Winter. This morning the sunrise was stunning, breathtakingly beautiful. I'm going to use this as a reminder of the beauty of Wisconsin when the snow begins to fall and it's 20 below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mtKuuaUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/EJkHOk8930Y/s1600-h/sunrise108-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mtKuuaUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/EJkHOk8930Y/s320/sunrise108-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217992681187650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mspCRptI/AAAAAAAAA5A/IVY-9XGkuxA/s1600-h/sunrise108-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mspCRptI/AAAAAAAAA5A/IVY-9XGkuxA/s320/sunrise108-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217983636383442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3msfvMdgI/AAAAAAAAA44/ACoxYiVUO-M/s1600-h/sunrise108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3msfvMdgI/AAAAAAAAA44/ACoxYiVUO-M/s320/sunrise108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217981140432386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mJyrclUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/OnHz94LDAh4/s1600-h/sunrise108-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mJyrclUI/AAAAAAAAA4w/OnHz94LDAh4/s320/sunrise108-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217384929563970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mJrVEzgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JQ2NM_NC9xk/s1600-h/sunrise108-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mJrVEzgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JQ2NM_NC9xk/s320/sunrise108-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217382956682754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mJNzKRqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/lElT6i2UFFc/s1600-h/sunrise108-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mJNzKRqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/lElT6i2UFFc/s320/sunrise108-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217375029806754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mI3kO2cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Z0asnpL8JMw/s1600-h/sunrise108-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mI3kO2cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Z0asnpL8JMw/s320/sunrise108-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217369061611970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mIWSASII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Jw3u-PNLJ-w/s1600-h/surise108-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mIWSASII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Jw3u-PNLJ-w/s320/surise108-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217360126789762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7138864751669549025?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7138864751669549025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7138864751669549025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7138864751669549025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7138864751669549025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Ss3mtKuuaUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/EJkHOk8930Y/s72-c/sunrise108-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6200029876991232544</id><published>2009-10-04T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:52:52.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Dude!</title><content type='html'>The Little Dude's birthday isn't until Wednesday, the 7th, but Mema and PopPop were in town this past Friday, so we had his birthday celebration with them. You'll notice that this year he requested a much easier cake "a rectangle with dots on it." 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Last night, I dreamed that I got up and showered first thing. While in my shower, I realized I had missed yet another day of running (in reality, I had not run since Friday thanks to a stomach bug over the weekend). I was devastated, bummed, down trodden. Then, the alarm went off, jolting me from this dream and I realized I could in fact still run this morning. I was elated! I dislodged myself from my spot snuggling between my two favorite guys and headed out. It was a cool, crisp fall morning. 46 degrees, with a windchill of 41. I took a deep breath and quickly found my stride, enjoying a blissful 35 minute 3 miles. I was even a little disappointed that I "only" did three miles, still taking it easy as I recover from the other bug. Yes, I am looking forward to a lovely cool morning to run a full 4 tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-2581537030687616535?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2581537030687616535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=2581537030687616535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2581537030687616535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2581537030687616535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-bitten-by-bug.html' title='I&apos;ve been bitten by the bug...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7365023973181725361</id><published>2009-09-27T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:52:16.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Visit with Old Friends</title><content type='html'>On the spur of the moment, our great friends came up North for a business trip. Since Heather homeschools, she and the boys were able to come with. We had a fabulous weekend catching up, and our kids were thrilled with the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d_SLZ8bI/AAAAAAAAA3A/yXaHCOPfEXM/s1600-h/case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d_SLZ8bI/AAAAAAAAA3A/yXaHCOPfEXM/s320/case.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267758639575474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d_KBVmNI/AAAAAAAAA24/wWa_42kEx5g/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d_KBVmNI/AAAAAAAAA24/wWa_42kEx5g/s320/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267756449863890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d-gJl3AI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Ju6hE1OWHCg/s1600-h/wilson+lake+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d-gJl3AI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Ju6hE1OWHCg/s320/wilson+lake+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267745210194946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d-ZL92cI/AAAAAAAAA2o/vpUnhh0vuuo/s1600-h/wilson+lake+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d-ZL92cI/AAAAAAAAA2o/vpUnhh0vuuo/s320/wilson+lake+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267743341107650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7365023973181725361?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7365023973181725361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7365023973181725361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7365023973181725361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7365023973181725361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-with-old-friends.html' title='Visit with Old Friends'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sr_d_SLZ8bI/AAAAAAAAA3A/yXaHCOPfEXM/s72-c/case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-777928270169896969</id><published>2009-09-21T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:51:30.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>Run, Momma, Run</title><content type='html'>Saturday I ran my first ever 5K. I chose to participate in the Time Warner Cable 5K that is a part of the &lt;a href="http://foxcitiesmarathon.org"&gt;Fox Cities Marathon Festival of Races&lt;/a&gt;. The 5K benefits local Breast Cancer Research and support for local patients. I started training seriously back in June when I picked up running as exercise. I've found so many benefits from running that I can't stop now. It's just too good for me. So, since I'm running, I may as well run for a good cause and push myself a bit in competition. I wasn't prepared for the adrenaline rush of my first race. Wow! What a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To boot, I finished faster than my goal time of 34 minutes when I came in at 29.09 (at a pace of 9.23). That put me 303rd of 939 total participants, 26th in my age group (of 98), and 139th among the women (of 601). For my first race, I'm still shocked at my results. I'll be participating in my 2nd race October 24th to raise money for the area YMCA. Hoping and praying that my training continues to pay off and that my time will continue to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of today I'm still sore and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SreB9QLf_3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/OtLPOfNvKrg/s1600-h/5Kbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SreB9QLf_3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/OtLPOfNvKrg/s320/5Kbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383914768859922290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SreB8x1sIrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/6gOQ1zuscjY/s1600-h/5K+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SreB8x1sIrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/6gOQ1zuscjY/s320/5K+closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383914760715379378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-777928270169896969?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/777928270169896969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=777928270169896969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/777928270169896969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/777928270169896969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-momma-run.html' title='Run, Momma, Run'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SreB9QLf_3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/OtLPOfNvKrg/s72-c/5Kbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1190324977512918138</id><published>2009-09-12T19:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:51:59.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Door County Day Trip</title><content type='html'>I know I promised more posts about Beth, and they are coming, but first there's this. The Daddy had a week of vacation following the nightmare that's been the last 2 months of work. So, last Sunday (yes, the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, no, we don't plan well) we took a day trip up to Door County. After spending the day there, I don't know why we waited so long to go. What a fun filled day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.pcjunction-doorcounty.com/"&gt;PC Junction&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks to the wait and the gorgeous weather, we sat on the patio, but this is the inside. Yes, your food is delivered by train. The kids thought this was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHPW4ilxI/AAAAAAAAA14/7Hg9TdHSLSA/s1600-h/PC+Junction1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHPW4ilxI/AAAAAAAAA14/7Hg9TdHSLSA/s320/PC+Junction1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753983967237906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHO9hRsuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/zpJowmF4Sjg/s1600-h/PCJunction2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHO9hRsuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/zpJowmF4Sjg/s320/PCJunction2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753977158775522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHOg6flXI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ScUwIIXRw9s/s1600-h/PCJunction3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHOg6flXI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ScUwIIXRw9s/s320/PCJunction3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753969479914866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHOXdvw9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/j800VEM1H2U/s1600-h/PCJunction4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHOXdvw9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/j800VEM1H2U/s320/PCJunction4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753966943421394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG8JlEktI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kZPXXXd41to/s1600-h/PCJunction5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG8JlEktI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kZPXXXd41to/s320/PCJunction5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753653978403538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG7-TWaFI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1CgH_poMYTU/s1600-h/PCJunction6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG7-TWaFI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/1CgH_poMYTU/s320/PCJunction6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753650951284818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still at PC Junction, after playing on the train, we saw these super cool go-cart type vehicles, powered by pedals. Much family fun was had. Unfortunately, it takes two parents to pedal, but only one gets to steer. Yeah, that wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG7ePXLQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/JR5nX-VdOHk/s1600-h/PCJunction7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG7ePXLQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/JR5nX-VdOHk/s320/PCJunction7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753642344623362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pedal cart trails led to "Piggy Hollow" (or something, forgot to take a picture of the sign). Tomorrow's lunch maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG7E98lZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/usSnNV84t6g/s1600-h/PCJunction8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG7E98lZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/usSnNV84t6g/s320/PCJunction8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753635560691090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG6zymOEI/AAAAAAAAA04/65dZFJjAQmc/s1600-h/PCJunction9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxG6zymOEI/AAAAAAAAA04/65dZFJjAQmc/s320/PCJunction9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753630949685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGllBiWFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8ZWso2wYRl0/s1600-h/PCJunction10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGllBiWFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/8ZWso2wYRl0/s320/PCJunction10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753266208561234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just across the highway from PC Junction is Stone's Throw Winery. A complete contrast in style and taste. And equally fun. For $5, we tasted 5 wines and got to keep the wine glass. All the while, enjoying the beautiful building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGlUi4gZI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bpeB8idBpUw/s1600-h/StonesThrow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGlUi4gZI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bpeB8idBpUw/s320/StonesThrow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753261785022866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGk9SHn8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/_K1KZ1p-FB8/s1600-h/StonesThrow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGk9SHn8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/_K1KZ1p-FB8/s320/StonesThrow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753255540694978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGkX3jL9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LXewRWpq2p8/s1600-h/StonesThrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGkX3jL9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LXewRWpq2p8/s320/StonesThrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753245497143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we headed north to Fish Creek where we found a public city beach. The kids were thrilled that I'd thought to pack their suits. Off they went into lovely Green Bay. What a sight, a small, beautiful beach on a calm clear lake with a grass park immediately behind. Breathtaking, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGkIQzsaI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/GC1X6kO2EAM/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGkIQzsaI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/GC1X6kO2EAM/s320/fishcreekbeach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380753241308115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGK3N8l-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/QqClQ1FQ6JY/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGK3N8l-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/QqClQ1FQ6JY/s320/fishcreekbeach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752807235983330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGKhBZ_gI/AAAAAAAAA0A/22pIOKYEspo/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGKhBZ_gI/AAAAAAAAA0A/22pIOKYEspo/s320/fishcreekbeach3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752801277804034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGKMtBBSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/IOAuCIFI9DE/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGKMtBBSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/IOAuCIFI9DE/s320/fishcreekbeach4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752795823572258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGJ1dLSXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/bf2Dopwbtt4/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGJ1dLSXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/bf2Dopwbtt4/s320/fishcreekbeach5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752789583120754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGJjk9MRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/buZmP_oDGr4/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxGJjk9MRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/buZmP_oDGr4/s320/fishcreekbeach6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752784783913234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF73oBZVI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UC1qiw9xL0A/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF73oBZVI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UC1qiw9xL0A/s320/fishcreekbeach7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752549647312210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF7gXDzwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eOx3JEg9L9U/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF7gXDzwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eOx3JEg9L9U/s320/fishcreekbeach8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752543402151682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF7JqqAxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/I3QkKoKR89Q/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF7JqqAxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/I3QkKoKR89Q/s320/fishcreekbeach9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752537310331666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF6-9AsPI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SrEeSD0KCtA/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF6-9AsPI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SrEeSD0KCtA/s320/fishcreekbeach0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752534434525426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF6a88AwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_FMb5v10TT0/s1600-h/fishcreekbeach11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxF6a88AwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_FMb5v10TT0/s320/fishcreekbeach11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380752524770542338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great day was had by all! We can't believe we waited 20 months before our first visit. Hopefully, we'll make it back "up nort'" soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1190324977512918138?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1190324977512918138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1190324977512918138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1190324977512918138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1190324977512918138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/door-county-day-trip.html' title='Door County Day Trip'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SqxHPW4ilxI/AAAAAAAAA14/7Hg9TdHSLSA/s72-c/PC+Junction1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8518428876061688042</id><published>2009-09-01T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:23:18.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><title type='text'>Living Proof Live, part 2</title><content type='html'>The message that God laid on Beth's heart specifically for the Simulcast from Green Bay was on Psalm 37 which she entitled "The Heart of My Desires". I'm going to attempt to share several posts with various specific messages that God had for me during this time. If you've never heard Beth speak, you've missed out on hearing an anointed teacher of The Word. God has given her a gift, and while she fought it for years, she's now living in her Promised Land, speaking and teaching about the goodness of the Father all across the world. To be in her presence was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:3-4 says "Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who are even vaguely familiar with scripture have probably heard this verse before. This "just pray and God will give you what you want" message is frequently taught. That is NOT the message that God would have Beth give to us. Hold on, I'll get to what she has to say about the desires of your heart and the heart of your desires, but first, I need to share with you about verse 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the verse says, "Trust in the Lord and do good". It doesn't say, "Trust in the Lord and be right". Beth spent several minutes talking about how so often Christians just want to be right and be proven right, so they hole themselves up in their churches or in their homes and wait to be proven right. They don't want to "mix with the ungodly" or what have you. But, that is not what God is saying here. He says to put your trust in the Lord, then go out into the world and do good. If we look honestly and seriously at what Jesus did in the gospels, we know that he "ate with sinners," we know that he spent most of his time with the outcasts of society although he spent the majority of his time preaching to the religious. But he was in the world doing good, ministering to the homeless, feeding the hungry, loving the children. So it is time that we, as the body of Christ, get out of our churches, leave our homes, and do some good in this world. Go and let your light shine, people! You don't have to preach about someone being wrong and you being right. Just shut up and help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering, yeah, that hit a little close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the second part of that verse, which also spoke volumes to me as we move so frequently. God said (through the Psalmist David) to "dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture." To dwell in the land is not to live in an area physically while being emotionally and spiritually in another area. While I frequently long for some of the "comforts of home" and the familiarity of places we've lived before, I strive to "dwell in the land." Especially since moving here, I've made many friends, settled into leadership roles in the church, become involved in community activities, and put down roots. Even if it is just for a time, I am here, so here I shall dwell. But, more importantly, I am to "enjoy safe pasture." That comes only with the constant grazing on the Scriptures. Beth said it doesn't say "Binge on the Word, then starve, it says to graze." Just like animals of pasture don't sit down to huge meals, we aren't supposed to binge on the Word on Sunday at worship or Wednesday at Bible Study, we are to graze through the Scriptures on a daily basis, embedding the Word in our hearts so that we can enjoy safe pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, tend to become more anxious and struggle more with my depression when I fail to take the time to spend with Papa. When I'm getting my quiet times in (which usually occurs while I run or bike), my days seem to go a little smoother and my life seems a bit more centered, a bit less out of control. And for me, that's a good thing. Thankfully, it is a process that provides positive feedback for me, so the more I do it, the more I want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this week is to immerse myself more in the Scriptures, spend more time doing good, and continue to Trust in the Lord. Will you join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8518428876061688042?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8518428876061688042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8518428876061688042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8518428876061688042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8518428876061688042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-proof-live-part-2.html' title='Living Proof Live, part 2'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6774388919840637290</id><published>2009-09-01T07:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:12:42.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Living Proof Live, part 1</title><content type='html'>As I was blog browsing this morning, I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://traviscottrellministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Travis Cottrell's blog&lt;/a&gt;. He led the music for the LPL event with Beth Moore last weekend. God has blessed him with an amazing talent and his love for music and for the LORD shines through in his service. I hope you enjoy this glimpse into our weekend. It was an amazing, blessed experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6362507&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6362507&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6362507"&gt;Living Proof Live - Simulcast - Green Bay WI&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/richkphoto"&gt;Rich Kalonick&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6774388919840637290?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6774388919840637290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6774388919840637290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6774388919840637290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6774388919840637290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-proof-live-part-1.html' title='Living Proof Live, part 1'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3689413008619616743</id><published>2009-08-29T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:38:21.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Just a little glimpse of heaven</title><content type='html'>Worshiping God at the Living Proof Live Simulcast in the host city of Green Bay, Wisconsin may be one of may favorite God events in my life. And I've had many. But seeing about 10,000 women (of the 90,000+ joining the simulcast around the world) with their hands held high, pretenses abandoned, worshiping the Lord Most High, was just a little glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be hearing more about this amazing experience over the days to come. I'm still processing a lot of what God spoke to my heart through this tiny little fireball of a woman who has been anointed by the Most High. So much to process, so many truths to learn, so much to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3689413008619616743?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3689413008619616743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3689413008619616743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3689413008619616743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3689413008619616743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-little-glimpse-of-heaven.html' title='Just a little glimpse of heaven'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-2781907069747964769</id><published>2009-08-28T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:42:14.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Waiting on the Lord</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited for today I can hardly stand it. And that's saying a lot given how I've been feeling lately. Most days it's all I can do to get out of bed and face the day. Today, I sit with eager anticipation. I start the morning out with a 20 mile ride. My fabulous neighbor agreed to watch the little ones so I could ride without 70lbs in tow. She's also taking them raspberry picking! Yeah, she's one brave lady. But, she's raised 3 kids (all of whom my children adore), and she walks an hour every morning. She understands fully my need to ride alone. But, if that weren't enough, she agreed to cover the time between when I have to be at the church and when the Daddy gets home from work. You see, a small group of us will be traveling up to Green Bay to see Beth Moore live tonight and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been privileged to do a couple of Beth's bible studies, but I've never seen her live. I realized only yesterday that this is a &lt;a href="http://blogs.lifeway.com/blog/womenallaccess/"&gt;HUGE&lt;/a&gt; event and I'll be one of the few actually in the arena where she is! She is such an anointed teacher and woman of God. I can't wait to hear what the Lord will speak through her. Don't worry, I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-2781907069747964769?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2781907069747964769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=2781907069747964769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2781907069747964769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2781907069747964769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-on-lord.html' title='Waiting on the Lord'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6202186080354066533</id><published>2009-08-22T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:17:30.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Life Lessons on Two Wheels</title><content type='html'>After another long week where The Daddy put in lots of overtime, I headed out for a peaceful ride this morning while the kids snuggled in his arms to watch cartoons. Heading North, I discovered that I was riding into a pretty strong headwind. I could have turned around and taken my usual route, but I'd had my heart set on riding a few particular country roads north of our house. So off I headed up the highway, thinking about what lay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made the turn onto the road with the daunting hill that I set out to climb, I was determined to make it up. The winds became a bit more intense, and the hill loomed ahead. I down shifted and gritted my teeth. As I neared the crest of the hill, I saw something that I didn't really remember from my trips up this road in the car. Another small climb lay ahead. My heart was pounding, my breathing was heavy, so I pulled over to the shoulder, caught my breath and let a few cars pass. With renewed strength, I climbed the second crest. On the other side, I enjoyed a short reprieve, then turned around. I had just a small climb since the backside of the hill was much less steep then the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I topped the hill quickly and then coasted down a good half mile with the wind at my back, topping out at 31 mph. What a blissful feeling. Tears came to my eyes and Papa whispered in my ear, "sometimes you have to ride uphill into a headwind in order to enjoy the ride on the way back down." Then he followed up with, "It's OK to take a break every now and then to catch your breath and refocus, but you still have to finish the climb. It's worth it, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been battling serious headwinds while riding uphill for a while now, and I'm looking forward to feeling the wind at my back as I just coast down, basking in the glory of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6202186080354066533?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6202186080354066533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6202186080354066533' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6202186080354066533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6202186080354066533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-lessons-on-two-wheels.html' title='Life Lessons on Two Wheels'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8477426400611651042</id><published>2009-07-21T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:16:52.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>The Girlie's first swimming lesson was this morning. She proudly walked into the YMCA, donned her "booby top and swimming panties," showered, and headed for the pool. Today, at least, she was the model student, listening and following directions, doing everything the instructor asked except for putting her whole head under the water, "I don't want my eyes in" she said. She is eager to learn to swim just like the big kids and exhibits a bit of the understanding that it's a process. Today, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhhY208HI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6UkbzxueY6k/s1600-h/swimming+lesson5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhhY208HI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6UkbzxueY6k/s320/swimming+lesson5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361009263922966642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhhFlWBwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/c79R1Z2NH2Q/s1600-h/swimming+lesson4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhhFlWBwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/c79R1Z2NH2Q/s320/swimming+lesson4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361009258749363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhgn7woFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/7HKoXoD7OgQ/s1600-h/swimming+lesson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhgn7woFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/7HKoXoD7OgQ/s320/swimming+lesson3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361009250790318162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhgipFfDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/m1LifnFWnOg/s1600-h/swimming+lesson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhgipFfDI/AAAAAAAAAxA/m1LifnFWnOg/s320/swimming+lesson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361009249369816114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhgMaRugI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FrrV9FCd6E0/s1600-h/swimming+lesson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhgMaRugI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FrrV9FCd6E0/s320/swimming+lesson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361009243402123778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8477426400611651042?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8477426400611651042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8477426400611651042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8477426400611651042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8477426400611651042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SmYhhY208HI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6UkbzxueY6k/s72-c/swimming+lesson5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-2474284070892408770</id><published>2009-07-07T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:12:23.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><title type='text'>11 Years Ago This Week</title><content type='html'>11 Years. Wow. I was washing dishes tonight and realized that 11 years ago this week I met my amazing husband. So for your entertainment, I'll recount the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the cusp of beginning the rigors of nursing school and wanted to spend a fun weekend in Atlanta with my brother and sister-in-law celebrating my birthday. In the weeks leading up to this birthday, my sister-in-law and I talked several times and planned a little get together with some of their friends from Tech. During these conversations, she mentioned this guy that my bubba was in classes with who she thought I might like. I almost immediately began telling her how I was NOT interested in any of his friends, much less somebody who lived 4 hours from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my brother asked his friend (now referred to here as The Daddy) if he was interested in going out for a beer while I was in town. At least, I think there was some mention of my presence. The Daddy is not known as a guy to turn down a beer, so he was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing a little more about this fabulous guy who was cute, funny, blah, blah, blah, I said, OK. Sure, he can come, but I'm NOT going to like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is going to sound really cheesy, and well, frankly, it still sounds cheesy to me all these years later, but when we walked into his apartment to pick him up I knew instantly he was the guy I was supposed to marry. It's a good thing that God was still talking to me since I wasn't really into talking to Him too much during this time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was that weird, awkward greeting and we were off. We had dinner, drinks, and then went to Jellyrolls (a dueling piano bar in Buckhead). Over the course of the evening there was a lot of laughter and I thought he was awfully cute. He thought I was too skinny (and told me so--he's always been known for his honesty) and even tried to pick up our waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember all of the details of the weekend, but I do remember that The Daddy canceled other plans to get together with us again to play games. We ended up spending a lot of time together talking and laughing. By the end of the weekend, we'd exchanged numbers and addresses and even taken a couple of pictures together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they say, the rest is history. From that weekend on, we've been together. Sure, we've had some bumps along the way, but looking back, there are more good times than bad, more happy than sad. God is good, He is faithful, and here we are 11 years later, still laughing and getting better by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend, I imagine we'll have a beer on the patio, toast our matchmakers and the blind date that he didn't know was a date, and share a laugh or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-2474284070892408770?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2474284070892408770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=2474284070892408770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2474284070892408770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2474284070892408770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/11-years-ago-this-week.html' title='11 Years Ago This Week'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7209927072464834457</id><published>2009-07-06T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:23:06.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial freedom'/><title type='text'>A deal too good NOT to share</title><content type='html'>You know I love to save money. If you know me well, you also know that not only do I love Target, I love Kashi products. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.commonsensewithmoney.com/2009/07/target-super-hot-kashi-cereal-bars-deals/"&gt;Common Sense With Money&lt;/a&gt; I got an awesome deal today. With all the coupons (linked straight from that site), I got 4 boxes of cereal and 4 boxes of cereal bars for $6.32. That's a savings of $19.26 folks! This may be the best deal I've gotten in ages. And since I've yet to venture into the world of making my own cereal, this is the next best thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7209927072464834457?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7209927072464834457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7209927072464834457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7209927072464834457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7209927072464834457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/deal-too-good-not-to-share.html' title='A deal too good NOT to share'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8165207073974595868</id><published>2009-07-01T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:00:12.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Pickin'</title><content type='html'>The Daddy has been on vacation all week, so we took the kids to pick strawberries at a local farm this week. Oh. My. Goodness! These are the most wonderful things I've ever tasted. You pick, eat all you want in the fields, and then go home with full bellies and covered in strawberry juice. It was a fabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I was distracted by the beautiful berries, so I only got these two pictures, but we have proof that at least one of the kids picked while the other ate. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwT0OnaaCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hiEc9fD6GRc/s1600-h/ta+da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwT0OnaaCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hiEc9fD6GRc/s320/ta+da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353675845034207266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwTz7ID-fI/AAAAAAAAAu0/o_uESDivzBE/s1600-h/little+girl+picks+berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwTz7ID-fI/AAAAAAAAAu0/o_uESDivzBE/s320/little+girl+picks+berries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353675839802440178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking berries in the morning, we came home and picked snow peas, sugar snap peas, lettuces, arugula, and green onions out of our garden. This beautiful salad made for a tasty (and quite fresh) supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwT0Tck45I/AAAAAAAAAvE/v6bFara_NdE/s1600-h/fresh+picked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwT0Tck45I/AAAAAAAAAvE/v6bFara_NdE/s320/fresh+picked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353675846330934162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8165207073974595868?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8165207073974595868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8165207073974595868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8165207073974595868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8165207073974595868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberry-pickin.html' title='Strawberry Pickin&apos;'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SkwT0OnaaCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hiEc9fD6GRc/s72-c/ta+da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8190023958693000087</id><published>2009-06-15T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:28:15.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>When Daddy came home today, we discussed what to do about the issue at hand with The Short One's hair. This was our conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmugMlqCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zz0LmwVDzRs/s1600-h/buzzin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmugMlqCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zz0LmwVDzRs/s320/buzzin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347715294140147746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmuXXVpaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8Axpw_fKfh4/s1600-h/bye+bye+sweet+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmuXXVpaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8Axpw_fKfh4/s320/bye+bye+sweet+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347715291769316770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmuSaPRLI/AAAAAAAAArs/rvPl_phIONc/s1600-h/buzz+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmuSaPRLI/AAAAAAAAArs/rvPl_phIONc/s320/buzz+cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347715290439304370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sjbm3nyyyYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ua8UxFCLse0/s1600-h/my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sjbm3nyyyYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ua8UxFCLse0/s320/my+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347715450798262658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8190023958693000087?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8190023958693000087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8190023958693000087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8190023958693000087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8190023958693000087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjbmugMlqCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zz0LmwVDzRs/s72-c/buzzin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-701698350039417582</id><published>2009-06-15T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:28:55.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>When Siblings Attack</title><content type='html'>"Safety scissor" wielding preschooler attacks toddler brother's beautiful golden locks.&lt;br /&gt;This is what she did to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagMO-2MwI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ape2NYSPbWQ/s1600-h/side+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagMO-2MwI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ape2NYSPbWQ/s320/side+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347637739589612290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it's supposed to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagMbWyjiI/AAAAAAAAArk/d_F6ef410j8/s1600-h/side+not+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagMbWyjiI/AAAAAAAAArk/d_F6ef410j8/s320/side+not+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347637742911262242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, two views of what she did to the front and the side. Her question to me when it was all done..."Momma, don't you think he looks beautiful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagL1wAu_I/AAAAAAAAArU/CrNPWV5Vz6c/s1600-h/hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagL1wAu_I/AAAAAAAAArU/CrNPWV5Vz6c/s320/hair+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347637732816501746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagLqjAj-I/AAAAAAAAArM/vZuVQY71XCo/s1600-h/front+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagLqjAj-I/AAAAAAAAArM/vZuVQY71XCo/s320/front+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347637729809174498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-701698350039417582?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/701698350039417582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=701698350039417582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/701698350039417582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/701698350039417582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-siblings-attack.html' title='When Siblings Attack'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SjagMO-2MwI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ape2NYSPbWQ/s72-c/side+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3316279580298526737</id><published>2009-06-14T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:14:25.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>More on The Shack and Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, God's been working on me lately with my what's important. The last two weeks or so, I haven't done such a great job of listening and working with him on that, but I think I'm back on the wagon now. I wrote a few weeks back about &lt;a href="http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-lessons.html"&gt;Life Lessons&lt;/a&gt; I've been learning. I've finally gotten the picture that it's really all about HIM.  While it's important to take note of what you're spending time on, or money on, or whatever, the most important thing is to make sure that God is at the center. Yeah, it's necessary to prioritize spending money on things that are important, which also includes saving for retirement, kids' education, and that emergency that just might be around the corner. It's important to take care of our bodies, for they are, after all, God's temple on earth. And, well, we just might want to live long enough to see our kids graduate from college, get married, have kids, that sort of thing. One of the struggles that I have with this is that this prioritizing is the way the world does things. Hierarchy, chain of command, a pyramid, whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In The Shack, Mack asks, "But don't you want us to set priorities? You know: God first, then whatever, followed by whatever?" Sarayu replies "...If you put God at the top, what does that really mean and how much is enough? How much time do you give me before you can go to about the rest of your day, the part that interests you so much more?" Papa again interrupted. "You see, Mackenzie, I don't just want a piece of you and a piece of your life. Even if you were able, which you are not, to give me the biggest piece, that is not what I want. I want all of you and all of every part of you and your day." Jesus now spoke again. "Mack, I don't want to be first among a list of values; I want to be at the center of everything. When I live in you, then together we can live through everything that happens to you. Rather than a pyramid, I want to be the center of a mobile, where everything in your life--your friends, family, occupation, thoughts, activities--is connected to be but moves with the wind, in and out and back and forth, in an incredible dance of being." "And I," concluded Sarayu, "I am the wind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this is where I am. Learning to live with Jesus at the center of everything, helping me to dance without worrying about priorities. My brain is really struggling with the reality of this. What this looks like in the real world. I can understand it in Mack's world. I see the "big picture" part of it, but when it comes to the daily things that I naturally have difficulty prioritzing, I struggle with what I'm supposed to do. I guess that's a common problem. Learning to live in the freedom of Christ, a life without rules and law while living in the realm of humanity. I guess I'll just have to hang out with Papa and Sarayu in the garden a bit more so I can learn to dance like He wants me to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3316279580298526737?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3316279580298526737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3316279580298526737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3316279580298526737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3316279580298526737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-on-shack-and-priorities.html' title='More on The Shack and Priorities'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8337975929235077614</id><published>2009-06-12T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:00:24.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Shack and My Great Sadness</title><content type='html'>I just finished my second reading of &lt;a href="http://theshackbook.com/"&gt;The Shack by William P. Young&lt;/a&gt;. I've been pondering what to say about it since I finished reading it the first time. There really is a lot to say, and I've got a lot of words swirling around in my mind. I can only hope that I can express what I want to express without causing confusion and delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, if you haven't read the book, read it. Go get it right now. Borrow it from the library, ask somebody at your church if you can borrow a copy, go buy it. Whatever it takes, get your hands on a copy and read it with an open mind. I have many friends who have read it even though they were hesitant and have really gotten a new perspective thanks to this work of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, without a doubt, it's fiction. The author says it in the book, on his website, and everywhere I've heard about it. Like all good fiction, might there be some element of truth to it? Maybe. But really, that is of little consequence. Do I think it could have happened really, honestly, like it is portrayed. Heck yeah. And if I walk down the stairs in the morning and Aunt Jemimah is making me greens for breakfast, you better believe I'm pulling up a chair and eating with her. But in this day and age, is it likely that God really met Mack in a shack in the woods, well, that's not really for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my regular readers know that I suffer from a variety of physical ailments, one of which is causing great confusion at the moment with my doctors and nobody has an answer at the moment. Most of you also know that I battle daily with depression. Something that has gripped onto me strongly and that I have recently become to believe is a real spiritual battle. The enemy has taken it upon himself to whisper lies into my ears and my heart, lies that I believe in moments of weakness, lies that permeate my life in ways that I hate. This is my great sadness. I have so much to be thankful for. So many blessings in my life, yet I still fall prey to his lies. Thank God that He will never leave me or forsake me. Thank God that He collects my tears and my sadness and aches with me. I know that I am not alone. And I know that I am surrounded by people who love me and find me worthy. I know that God is "especially fond" of me. Most of this I've known all my life although at times I chose to ignore it. All of this was reawakened in me by reading this short novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a new understanding about God in the last several years. And this book has brought a lot of that to a new light. First and foremost, God is love. And He is a verb. "I Am that I Am." We cannot be if He was not first. Yeah, I admit, it's kind of hard to think of God as a verb when all of my life, He's been a noun. But, I guess that's one of the cool things about God. He can be both a noun and a verb. So many cool things about God. So many new eye-opening things in this little book. One of my favorites is the representation of the Trinity. I love how it's all about relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have it all right now? No. Do I still struggle with understanding why people who desperately want children can't have children? Yes. Do I still question why children are allowed to die? Of course. But have I learned that the most important thing is that I seek The One with the answers. And as I draw nearer to Him in relationship, I begin to see just a little more of the picture. 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4852446895120453158</id><published>2009-05-15T16:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:50:58.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>My Proudest Moment as a Momma</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I can never be more proud of my children, they go and do something like this. Princess Pink has been asking for months if we can cut all her hair off. After much discussion, The Daddy and I agreed, but only if there was enough to donate to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. From the moment we told her about LoL, she's been talking about "cutting off all [her] hair to give away to some kid who can't grow their own". She even wants to be a doctor when she grows up so she can help these kids. She's also declared that now that she's cut it all off once, she wants to grow it out again so she can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just in awe of her love and selflessness. What an amazing girl and an amazing gift. I'm awfully proud that God chose me to be her Momma. He sure is teaching me a lot of lessons through her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hyHaX1nI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iHxo69FZcPM/s1600-h/bye+bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hyHaX1nI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iHxo69FZcPM/s320/bye+bye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336169384603276914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hx1atfuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lRF9j1dd-jg/s1600-h/snip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hx1atfuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lRF9j1dd-jg/s320/snip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336169379772858082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3haa_FjbI/AAAAAAAAAns/N-mzlwEnXdo/s1600-h/all+gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3haa_FjbI/AAAAAAAAAns/N-mzlwEnXdo/s320/all+gone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336168977540681138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3haNATotI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nbphnjwFHC0/s1600-h/holding+pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3haNATotI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nbphnjwFHC0/s320/holding+pony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336168973787701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hx7nnE6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/aWdKu1uvOeE/s1600-h/during+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hx7nnE6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/aWdKu1uvOeE/s320/during+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336169381437576098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3haFrVK4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/U9nZwE9As_w/s1600-h/new+cut+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3haFrVK4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/U9nZwE9As_w/s320/new+cut+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336168971820673922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hZ0UUzNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DIeXogYY_VU/s1600-h/new+cut+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hZ0UUzNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DIeXogYY_VU/s320/new+cut+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336168967160777938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be left out, the Little Dude got a trim, too. I've gotten a few too many "what beautiful daughters you have" comments at the store lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hZ3JQdNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1aWqm8boVhY/s1600-h/hutch+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hZ3JQdNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1aWqm8boVhY/s320/hutch+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336168967919662290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4852446895120453158?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4852446895120453158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4852446895120453158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4852446895120453158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4852446895120453158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-proudest-moment-as-momma.html' title='My Proudest Moment as a Momma'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sg3hyHaX1nI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iHxo69FZcPM/s72-c/bye+bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-748656616938264012</id><published>2009-05-15T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:23:34.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Sweet Girl Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6686c3e33c811ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/748656616938264012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=748656616938264012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/748656616938264012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/748656616938264012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-girl-sings.html' title='Sweet Girl Sings'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-616551851046607375</id><published>2009-05-15T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:58:19.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>One Quick Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b55487d465ad2c1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db55487d465ad2c1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42D10DBF263FF4E81D517262667940A937BB192D.958CDC5E5FE49C420D1D68E465280E6C136E640%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db55487d465ad2c1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBcSd8jTg4FLW4NjQXblheGxJOOY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db55487d465ad2c1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42D10DBF263FF4E81D517262667940A937BB192D.958CDC5E5FE49C420D1D68E465280E6C136E640%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db55487d465ad2c1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBcSd8jTg4FLW4NjQXblheGxJOOY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is not very exciting as there isn't really any sound, but you can see why the little guy is so little (all the jumping) and there is real evidence that The Daddy really has lost 30 lbs. He's lookin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later today here and on the garden blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-616551851046607375?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b55487d465ad2c1c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/616551851046607375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=616551851046607375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/616551851046607375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/616551851046607375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-quick-video.html' title='One Quick Video'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4524774455654198300</id><published>2009-05-01T15:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:11:18.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial freedom'/><title type='text'>Living on The Cheap</title><content type='html'>Last month was our first month doing Dave Ramsey's "Financial Peace" plan. Wow! I don't think we've ever in our married life been under budget for the month! Cash is an awesome way to go, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In talking to some of my "cheap Mom" friends, I've discovered a few websites that I thought I'd share. Well, mostly for me, if I post them all here in one place, I can quickly return to them in the future. I'm still exploring them, and we've still got to set up our printer so I can actually use some of the coupons on these sites. But until then, here they are for your "Cheap Momma" needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dealseakingmom.com/"&gt;Deal Seaking Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/"&gt;Money Saving Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frugalcouponliving.com/"&gt;Frugal Coupon Living&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coupons.com"&gt;Coupons.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://staceybarney.blogspot.com/"&gt;SoCal Super Saver Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a favorite coupon or money saving tip website, please feel free to leave it in the comments. I'm on a mission, a money saving mission!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4524774455654198300?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4524774455654198300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4524774455654198300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4524774455654198300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4524774455654198300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-on-cheap.html' title='Living on The Cheap'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-2219665955872324377</id><published>2009-04-27T16:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:19:17.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Sping has Sprung!</title><content type='html'>Finally, finally, finally, it appears that the snow is done and spring is here. The phrase "April showers bring May flowers" didn't mean a lot to me growing up in the south. Flowers are almost always around. For heaven's sake, Camelias bloom in January. But this last week has been full of April showers. The rivers, creeks, and ditches are flowing fast thanks to the melting snow and buckets of rain. And while I've had the first blooms of the season already, the real signs of spring are everywhere now. Daffodils are in bloom, tulip buds are forming, and birds are nesting. Apparently on my front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYeo4ly8PI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ENdoyMC--aU/s1600-h/bird+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYeo4ly8PI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ENdoyMC--aU/s320/bird+nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480896774074610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYepGHfKSI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1R3ZKyqJBeg/s1600-h/lone+daffodil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYepGHfKSI/AAAAAAAAAj0/1R3ZKyqJBeg/s320/lone+daffodil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480900405045538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYeo32sRrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vLLkN1sL_1M/s1600-h/lone+daffodil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYeo32sRrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vLLkN1sL_1M/s320/lone+daffodil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480896576505522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYepRKiehI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DDmcCClCac8/s1600-h/tulip+buds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYepRKiehI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DDmcCClCac8/s320/tulip+buds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480903370635794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Playdoh knows it's spring. This tree has leaves and a cocoon. I'll give you one guess as to who created this masterpiece in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYepFp6vpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qxOYvakUcnA/s1600-h/playdoh+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYepFp6vpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qxOYvakUcnA/s320/playdoh+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329480900281024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Short One has discovered the fun of playing in a pop-up shower, too. He declares "I love rain!" I got that message loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYe-fFDKiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VheCxW5BHeU/s1600-h/wet+rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYe-fFDKiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VheCxW5BHeU/s320/wet+rat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481267882961442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of outside playtime leads to nice long snuggly naps, too. For which this Momma is very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYe-WfvjHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1SJDICAwOj8/s1600-h/sweet+dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYe-WfvjHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1SJDICAwOj8/s320/sweet+dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481265579002994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-2219665955872324377?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2219665955872324377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=2219665955872324377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2219665955872324377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2219665955872324377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/sping-has-sprung.html' title='Sping has Sprung!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SfYeo4ly8PI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ENdoyMC--aU/s72-c/bird+nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-959974606196944640</id><published>2009-04-20T11:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:51:32.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Sunday Funday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeymZLYgJCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IHV8fU6Jbv8/s1600-h/frat+boy+and+sissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeymZLYgJCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IHV8fU6Jbv8/s320/frat+boy+and+sissy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326815410754954274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has officially arrived in the frozen tundra. This means that we can leave the house in one layer with a light jacket (for those of you who do not know what a real spring looks like). &lt;a href="http://onesouthernmommagardens.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-monday.html"&gt;It also means we continue to get snow, but it doesn't stick around very long.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are family fun days in our house. There's church, family lunch, lots of snuggles, and laughter spread throughout. The Pink Princess informed us yesterday after a rousing family chorus of "God is Bigger" (from Veggie Tales) that "God is bigger than His Zilla"! We love that girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-959974606196944640?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/959974606196944640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=959974606196944640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/959974606196944640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/959974606196944640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeymZLYgJCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IHV8fU6Jbv8/s72-c/frat+boy+and+sissy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-450146721497743645</id><published>2009-04-18T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:12:06.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Dinner Time</title><content type='html'>The other night at dinner, there was a promise of desert if everyone ate all their vegetables. The Princess quickly ate her green beans. The Short One protested that he didn't like green beans, but he would eat brussel sprouts. This is what ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5K0ZnG-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/g8kU1OuYnh8/s1600-h/you+are+going+to+make+me+eat+this+aren%27t+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5K0ZnG-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/g8kU1OuYnh8/s320/you+are+going+to+make+me+eat+this+aren%27t+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326202736090749922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5K65VjDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HobEYwI_s-U/s1600-h/here+goes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5K65VjDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HobEYwI_s-U/s320/here+goes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326202737834429490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5Kgx4uPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9Yq5w3B31Fc/s1600-h/brussel+sprouts+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5Kgx4uPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9Yq5w3B31Fc/s320/brussel+sprouts+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326202730823858418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5KaxJAjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/KvhN6clSKmE/s1600-h/boy+eats+sprouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5KaxJAjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/KvhN6clSKmE/s320/boy+eats+sprouts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326202729210118706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that this Southern Momma hasn't given her pink princess a chicken leg until now. I know you're disappointed in me, Daddy, I'm sorry. So, I finally gave the girl a chicken leg and the poor thing didn't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5KgM8BoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Lprq3caNDP8/s1600-h/first+chicken+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5KgM8BoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Lprq3caNDP8/s320/first+chicken+legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326202730668885634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-450146721497743645?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/450146721497743645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=450146721497743645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/450146721497743645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/450146721497743645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinner-time.html' title='Dinner Time'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/Sep5K0ZnG-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/g8kU1OuYnh8/s72-c/you+are+going+to+make+me+eat+this+aren%27t+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5458969528637849683</id><published>2009-04-13T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:48:16.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>The Easter Bunny had a big time at our house this year, and the kids were thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJzm0UFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rOLHTDXyEiM/s1600-h/hutch+helicopter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJzm0UFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rOLHTDXyEiM/s320/hutch+helicopter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186214372495442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJ1k6PUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/w8nADIQoU5Q/s1600-h/easter+loot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJ1k6PUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/w8nADIQoU5Q/s320/easter+loot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186214901366082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJo1PDnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/EhCk2dSN42s/s1600-h/easter+baskets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJo1PDnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/EhCk2dSN42s/s320/easter+baskets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186211480178290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPI1ZMipI/AAAAAAAAAfI/So1Ouzvu_hY/s1600-h/checkin+out+baskets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPI1ZMipI/AAAAAAAAAfI/So1Ouzvu_hY/s320/checkin+out+baskets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186197672364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to some "reorganization issues", I cannot currently locate the critical piece of equipment that is required to take a family photo using the tripod. This year's family picture is in two parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJOvqiUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hnypIQ3a46s/s1600-h/Daddy+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJOvqiUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hnypIQ3a46s/s320/Daddy+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186204477491522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPk6uSvoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VGgRzGenJ-w/s1600-h/Mommy+Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPk6uSvoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VGgRzGenJ-w/s320/Mommy+Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186680139366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPkgvhGcI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PuIQ75VntT0/s1600-h/kids+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPkgvhGcI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PuIQ75VntT0/s320/kids+easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324186673165179330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you all had a Blessed Easter celebrating our Risen Lord!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5458969528637849683?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5458969528637849683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5458969528637849683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5458969528637849683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5458969528637849683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeNPJzm0UFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/rOLHTDXyEiM/s72-c/hutch+helicopter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-2701243713901304496</id><published>2009-04-12T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:38:00.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Eating Cake Pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onesouthernmommacooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pops-take-2.html"&gt;Cake Pops&lt;/a&gt; have become a new and exciting treat at our house. The kids had a blast helping make them to share as Easter Treats, and well, I even let them have a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfhe74LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6-Ma4bEIQ8k/s1600-h/girl+eats+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfhe74LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6-Ma4bEIQ8k/s320/girl+eats+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983177813582002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfX0W62I/AAAAAAAAAew/YZD9xmE7S4A/s1600-h/eating+pink+pops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfX0W62I/AAAAAAAAAew/YZD9xmE7S4A/s320/eating+pink+pops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983175219080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's shocking to all of you that hers is pink, but I've been informed recently that "Pink is my favorite color, Momma, REALLY, REALLY REALLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfcdWcbI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NsJlntg0TQ8/s1600-h/boy+eats+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfcdWcbI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NsJlntg0TQ8/s320/boy+eats+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983176464757170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWflLklrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wGHsTMG_bww/s1600-h/mmm...marshmellow%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWflLklrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wGHsTMG_bww/s320/mmm...marshmellow%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983178806105778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the bunny butt is made from a marshmallow. Pretty cute idea. But, I have to admit, that's not my favorite part of this picture, the pure joy shining in his eyes is just too precious for this Momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-2701243713901304496?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2701243713901304496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=2701243713901304496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2701243713901304496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2701243713901304496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/eating-cake-pops.html' title='Eating Cake Pops'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SeKWfhe74LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6-Ma4bEIQ8k/s72-c/girl+eats+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8095192429504311565</id><published>2009-04-08T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:47:25.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Caution--You may become Dizzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7b41007d1076764" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7b41007d1076764%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53600EC6B1DD9CA3206834B11E1EA0505DB99AD.3D32A0989EAF6619D858E292FBC97E68D8A768EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7b41007d1076764%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcVBeqhEzPC0nfKCoY16jzj3kq0w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7b41007d1076764%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53600EC6B1DD9CA3206834B11E1EA0505DB99AD.3D32A0989EAF6619D858E292FBC97E68D8A768EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7b41007d1076764%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcVBeqhEzPC0nfKCoY16jzj3kq0w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have a lot to say about this...the little dude says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8095192429504311565?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-2194776826468396004</id><published>2009-04-03T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:21:01.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>In January, The Daddy and I began a process that has brought us to a very interesting place in our lives. What we thought was just the beginning of a diet to shed all this "winter weight" has turned into a huge lifestyle change for us, and not just in the area of dieting. It's always amazing to me how God can use every day things to get across pretty big messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0307352250/ref=s9_sdps_c2_s1_p14_t1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=147BN1H9C2AHWHFSN29W&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;The Cheat to Lose Diet&lt;/a&gt;. We checked the book out from the library, read it and decided that it seemed like a good fit for us and our lifestyle. The science behind it made a lot of sense to both of us and fell into line with what our doctor talked to The Daddy about at his annual physical. Besides, how bad is a diet that encourages you to cheat once a week? Can't be too bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after The Pink One's birthday party (a serious cheat day), we began the diet in earnest. And this past week ended week 10. There's been noticeable change in both of us. Not only have we lost significant weight and inches, we have energy, and a desire to workout. And if you know us, you know that we've never been too interested in the exercise portion of a diet. The best part is that this has now become our way of life. We know what to expect during the week as far as our eating plan, and we know that every Saturday we can eat whatever we want. But the thing that really started this big change was the need to do weekly meal planning. So I sit down once a week, plan out all of our meals, and make the grocery list according to our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process of planning meals and knowing what to expect during the week reminded me of a program that I used several years ago to keep house, but had fallen away from for various reasons. I thought, "hmm, I wonder if I can get back into &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/"&gt;FlyLady&lt;/a&gt;? This planning stuff is making a lot of sense to me." So, after returning from vacation (yes, I will get back to blogging the rest of vacation--there's still a lot to come), I signed back up for FlyLady and shined my sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, The Daddy had brought up &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt; and his program for financial freedom and peace. I thought this was really interesting because over the last few years, several friends have mentioned to me that they were doing Dave's financial plan and had found great freedom in the routine of budgeting. When I first heard that I was suspicious. Seriously? Freedom from budgeting? You're kidding me, right? You want me to give up my credit cards? You're crazy, right? I mean, we pay them off every month anyway, we're not really living with debt. Yeah, we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The Daddy and I had several long discussions about budgeting and financial planning and our goals for the future and for financial freedom. And after much discussion, we decided to go with the program. The first few months will be interesting, especially since we haven't paid for things with cash in years, but already there is freedom. Freedom that has come from a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've been facilitating a women's bible study group with our church. After finishing Beth Moore's &lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/e2/shop/?R=777534"&gt;Believing God&lt;/a&gt; series, we chose Joanna Weaver's &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=62589&amp;amp;netp_id=205682&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, about learning to step away from the business of life to sit at Jesus' feet. Do you see a pattern here? Yes, what I'm trying to say is that God is using a variety of tools in my everyday life to teach me that routine, planning, and order bring about peace and freedom and that when you plan things out, you actually find that you have more time than you thought you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time and more room in my life for Him. For study in the Word, for time reflecting and sitting at His feet. More time for other things that are important to Him (and consequently, to me). More time for playing with my kids, more time for taking care of myself (exercise, reading, doing my hobbies). Interesting how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to see what He's going to do next in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-2194776826468396004?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2194776826468396004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=2194776826468396004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2194776826468396004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/2194776826468396004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1741276388614660570</id><published>2009-03-30T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:51:38.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SdFa4QyyGMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/f32u8wb_3jI/s1600-h/easter+preview2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SdFa4QyyGMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/f32u8wb_3jI/s320/easter+preview2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319132557528406210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SdFa4Q837WI/AAAAAAAAAbM/OqNeo-D5ELo/s1600-h/easter+preview1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SdFa4Q837WI/AAAAAAAAAbM/OqNeo-D5ELo/s320/easter+preview1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319132557570731362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, MiMi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1741276388614660570?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1741276388614660570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1741276388614660570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1741276388614660570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1741276388614660570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-preview.html' title='Easter Preview'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SdFa4QyyGMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/f32u8wb_3jI/s72-c/easter+preview2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3628963677952216885</id><published>2009-03-24T20:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:45:50.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>And now we return to our regularly scheduled programming...</title><content type='html'>Once The Daddy and I arrived at our &lt;a href="http://www.grandelakes.com/"&gt;swanky hotel&lt;/a&gt; (thank you KC), albeit still without our luggage, the stress began to melt away. What a beautiful location! What fabulous weather! Since we were there as part of a business trip, we had to do things like take Sam and Patty's (the fishes on the bed) pictures in various locales. Oh yeah, The Daddy had to do some work too. But while he did that, I took the time to take in the luxurious tropical location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGLCSubXI/AAAAAAAAAac/CNh682KEvWk/s1600-h/sampatty+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGLCSubXI/AAAAAAAAAac/CNh682KEvWk/s320/sampatty+hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316928359239675250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGK2NIt5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ih4L9700DVw/s1600-h/lazy+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGK2NIt5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ih4L9700DVw/s320/lazy+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316928355995006866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGKvyLgQI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nuZG2nw0EFM/s1600-h/tropical+walkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGKvyLgQI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nuZG2nw0EFM/s320/tropical+walkway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316928354271330562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, so it wasn't all work and no play. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFF5_FCaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yriXTSuxN1o/s1600-h/tropical+walkway2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFF5_FCaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yriXTSuxN1o/s320/tropical+walkway2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316927171598813602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFEw4ZjsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gbibFG8eLZQ/s1600-h/heaven+in+a+whirlpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFEw4ZjsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gbibFG8eLZQ/s320/heaven+in+a+whirlpool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316927151975009986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFFuKcoCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E7L-ToS5L_o/s1600-h/patio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFFuKcoCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E7L-ToS5L_o/s320/patio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316927168425271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does the resort have a fabulous pool, luxurious spa, several whirlpool hot tubs, and multiple restaurants, it also had it's own mini mall. The most notable for us was Mimi's Boutique. It was super cute and overpriced, like all good things at a fancy resort hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFFWj0I9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4lolOB5QeS0/s1600-h/mimi+boutique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFFWj0I9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4lolOB5QeS0/s320/mimi+boutique2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316927162089219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFFYUbsXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XXI9A3asR-0/s1600-h/mimi+boutique1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmFFYUbsXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XXI9A3asR-0/s320/mimi+boutique1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316927162561573234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights for me was getting to meet up with my girlfriend, Lisa. I'll admit it now, we've been online friends for about 5 years, and after several failed attempts, we finally were able to meet up for dinner and coffee. Meeting up with her was definitely one of the highlights! We went out for sushi (yummy!!) and chatted for hours. Had you been a fly on the wall, you would have thought we were lifelong friends and wouldn't have guessed this was our first "official" meeting. Thanks for a great time, Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGLMkQ2DI/AAAAAAAAAak/sBYIgS5buw4/s1600-h/momma+and+lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGLMkQ2DI/AAAAAAAAAak/sBYIgS5buw4/s320/momma+and+lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316928361997588530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3628963677952216885?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3628963677952216885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3628963677952216885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3628963677952216885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3628963677952216885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-we-return-to-our-regularly.html' title='And now we return to our regularly scheduled programming...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScmGLCSubXI/AAAAAAAAAac/CNh682KEvWk/s72-c/sampatty+hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3974765337907159474</id><published>2009-03-24T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:54:16.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>After these messages...</title><content type='html'>Vacation Recap will return hopefully later today. But first, I must take the time today and reflect on 8 wonderful years as The Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that 8 years ago today, I walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress (and most expensive) I had ever laid eyes on. And thus began my life as The Wife to the man who is without doubt God's best for me. I am blessed beyond measure to call myself his wife, his love, his helpmate. God has been so good to us. It's amazing to us when we think back to how we began our dating relationship which then became this beautiful marriage. We've changed so much, grown so much, and are even more in love today than we were that blessed day 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not abandoned us, but has drawn us together during these years. We've been through some very interesting, stressful, and wonderful experiences over the years, but God has been faithful and our lives are richer today because of these experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often talk about the things we would do differently if we went back in time and re-did our wedding day, but thankfully The Daddy, my amazingly wonderful husband, never mentions changing the woman who walked down the aisle toward him to become his wife. I am so blessed. I pray that the next 8 years are as wonderful and when we reflect on 16 years together we are even more blessed and in love as we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScjzsAfkOFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zVr3SURSXlA/s1600-h/tues+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScjzsAfkOFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zVr3SURSXlA/s320/tues+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316767297483061330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3974765337907159474?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3974765337907159474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3974765337907159474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3974765337907159474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3974765337907159474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-these-messages.html' title='After these messages...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/ScjzsAfkOFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zVr3SURSXlA/s72-c/tues+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4456784195954918897</id><published>2009-03-23T21:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:09:43.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation, All I Ever Wanted...Vacation, Had to Get Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchGREAZyPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cJl5IXvLagw/s1600-h/passing+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchGREAZyPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cJl5IXvLagw/s320/passing+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316576619058022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchGQb-gj7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/fxIayKO4-sM/s1600-h/watching+movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchGQb-gj7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/fxIayKO4-sM/s320/watching+movies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316576608312659890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week The Daddy and I enjoyed a fabulous vacation to sunny Florida while the kids spent some quality time with MeMa and PopPop. Unfortunately our trip did not start out quite as planned. Because of bad weather in Atlanta, our flight out of Wisconsin was delayed for about two hours. The kiddos took that time to watch a movie and run around the airport like maniacs. By the time we arrived in Atlanta, the kids were hungry and exhausted and we were soon sitting at a gate with hundreds of crazed college kids heading to Savannah for St. Paddy's Day. Thankfully, a little food and a little Benadryl made very sleepy children who finally collapsed just in time to start boarding. When we finally arrived in Savannah, sometime after 1am, we discovered that one of our bags, the one with The Daddy's clothes for the convention, had not made the flight with us. What a wonderful way to start vacation. Thankfully, once we arrived in Orlando, things changed quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNYFOpI0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Oek0RdgwqzQ/s1600-h/view4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNYFOpI0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Oek0RdgwqzQ/s320/view4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584436226663234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNYMZATKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/I405emIkZdg/s1600-h/view3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNYMZATKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/I405emIkZdg/s320/view3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584438149172386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNYDauWuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Kn4oigh2YvQ/s1600-h/view2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNYDauWuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Kn4oigh2YvQ/s320/view2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584435740465890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNXmWwFxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vVONeBQqdDQ/s1600-h/view1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchNXmWwFxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vVONeBQqdDQ/s320/view1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584427939174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4456784195954918897?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4456784195954918897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4456784195954918897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4456784195954918897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4456784195954918897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-all-i-ever-wantedvacation-had.html' title='Vacation, All I Ever Wanted...Vacation, Had to Get Away'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SchGREAZyPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cJl5IXvLagw/s72-c/passing+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5191835309163040172</id><published>2009-03-11T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:37:48.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><title type='text'>Like Mother, Like Son</title><content type='html'>As a child, I was known for my ability to smash fingers, break bones, and be otherwise clumsy. Not a lot has changed over the years (as I'm typing this I have a bandaid on both thumbs because I've managed to cut them both in the last few days). It seems that my son has inherited this lovely ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening, The Daddy was working late, so I fed the kids before I made my own dinner, and once they were finished, I sent them to the playroom. I proceeded to make a quick dinner for myself (yum, tuna salad), and sat down to eat. I was enjoying the peace and quiet of being in the kitchen alone when all of the sudden, the screaming began. UGH, I though, what's going on now? The Pink One quickly ran into the kitchen and handed me a piece of chalk saying that her brother had it and she knew he wasn't supposed to, so she brought it to me. Before I could ask if that was why he was screaming, off she ran, back to the playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screaming continued, so I got up to investigate, and as I did, The Pink One ran to me and said something about her brother, the toy box, and a finger. Oh great. Upon entering the playroom, I discovered a tiny little boy, pantless (that's another story), screaming, his little finger in the crack of the lid of the toy box, and the lid shut tightly. There's nothing like feeling your heart drop into your stomach when your child is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly removed the finger from the toy box to discover it was smashed flat as a pancake. At that moment, I knew exactly how my mother felt so many years before when she saw my thumb smashed flat after I'd so helpfully pushed a folding chair across the fellowship hall at the church only to have it fold up on my tiny 20ish month old thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nurse brain had already left the premises at this point, and I rushed around like a crazed mother, throwing a diaper and clothes on this tiny screaming child, directing the oh-so-helpful 4 year old to get socks, shoes, and coats, and calling The Daddy to have him meet us at the Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove frantically to the hospital, The Short One, between bursts of tears, said over and over, "I just need my Mom-mommy to hold me." Yeah, that helps. By the time we arrived at the ER, unbuckled car seats and emerged into the icy air, I dried his tears and he looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes. "I'm OK Mom-mommy. I just need a bandaid from your purse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dose of Tylenol and Motrin, 3 x-rays, and a splint we were sent home thanking God that his finger is most likely not broken (if it is, it's only a hairline fracture). Now, to get my heart out of my stomach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5191835309163040172?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5191835309163040172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5191835309163040172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5191835309163040172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5191835309163040172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-mother-like-son.html' title='Like Mother, Like Son'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3091175569649609299</id><published>2009-03-09T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:03:29.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Ah, Spring!</title><content type='html'>I know you're all wondering what the difference is between winter and spring in Wisconsin. And yes, I'm also fully aware that it's not "officially" spring yet, but the time has changed, so we're thinking spring. Anyway, in winter, it snows, is bitterly cold, and the snow stays around forever. In spring, it snows, but then the next day the sun is shining, it's above freezing and the streets and parking lots become a lovely dirty slushy mess. Ah, lovely spring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm5XJTW6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/WHi7cSCibPc/s1600-h/spring+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm5XJTW6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/WHi7cSCibPc/s320/spring+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311264471204977570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm4ngTGlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YlKu6AB6QCU/s1600-h/digging+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm4ngTGlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YlKu6AB6QCU/s320/digging+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311264458416527954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daddy had to carve a hole out of the drift so Willie could get out to pee...what a sweet Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm4TM_tLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-zea3WEf6U8/s1600-h/8+inches+in+a+wind+tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm4TM_tLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-zea3WEf6U8/s320/8+inches+in+a+wind+tunnel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311264452966855858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard to tell, but I hope you can see how the patio is barely covered in snow and the drift at the sliding door is about 2 feet high. This was before we got all 8 inches. And yes, the wind was blowing at a sustained 25 mph. Nothing like living in the "wind tunnel".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3091175569649609299?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3091175569649609299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3091175569649609299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3091175569649609299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3091175569649609299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-spring.html' title='Ah, Spring!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SbVm5XJTW6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/WHi7cSCibPc/s72-c/spring+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8194390774556651107</id><published>2009-03-07T19:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:34:18.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Fun for the whole family</title><content type='html'>The Wii we got for Christmas has become fun for the whole family. The kids are constantly asking if they can "exercise on the TV". Hopefully we're doing more good than harm. 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family'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4118208682123972908</id><published>2009-02-26T16:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:46:08.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>She says he needs to be around more boys...hmm?</title><content type='html'>I heard someone say this boy of mine needs to be around more boys. That he needs to play with cars and trucks, not dolls and dresses. I don't know. He loves cars, trucks, trains, and planes (not to mention helicopters) as much as any other 2 year old boy. He just happens to have a feminine influence that few boys his age have, that being The Pink One, princess of all things pink, frilly, and sparkly. Just today, he was crowned "The King" with a beautiful pink and silver sparkly tiara, then off they ran, hand in hand to find the perfect "dress for a king". I was too slow with the camera to capture that moment, but this one from last week when he stripped himself of all clothes and only wanted to wear the tutu will have to do. What you can't see is how he was twirling around on his tippy toes, doing his ballerina dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I'll start planning more playdates with boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SacTKNir7MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_wahkDxAx2Q/s1600-h/happy+boy+in+a+tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SacTKNir7MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_wahkDxAx2Q/s320/happy+boy+in+a+tutu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307231752034184386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SacTKMbs4_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/HtcUcNrAOo4/s1600-h/dancing+boy+in+a+tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SacTKMbs4_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/HtcUcNrAOo4/s320/dancing+boy+in+a+tutu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307231751736452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4118208682123972908?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4118208682123972908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4118208682123972908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4118208682123972908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4118208682123972908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-says-he-needs-to-be-around-more.html' title='She says he needs to be around more boys...hmm?'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SacTKNir7MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_wahkDxAx2Q/s72-c/happy+boy+in+a+tutu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3866966268868430443</id><published>2009-02-21T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:03:01.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Second Annual Death By Chocolate March</title><content type='html'>Last year's &lt;a href="http://www.appletondowntown.org/appletondt/home/spec+-+death+by+chocolate.asp"&gt;Death By Chocolate March&lt;/a&gt; was so much fun, we had to do it again this year. Once again, we had a fabulous time. We actually met up with a couple of my girlfriends and their husbands along the route this year, too. What a fun time! We were all disappointed that Sirocco's did not participate this year as their chocolate cheesecake bites were so amazing last year. But, the Chocolate Gelato, UW Chocolate ice cream, and Chocolate Beer made up for it. Black &amp;amp; Tan's brownies were amazing this year, with homemade dulche de leche. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no hurry to leave Wisconsin for many reasons, but the Valentine's Death By Chocolate March is one of those. I'm not ashamed to admit that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3866966268868430443?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3866966268868430443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3866966268868430443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3866966268868430443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3866966268868430443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-annual-death-by-chocolate-march.html' title='The Second Annual Death By Chocolate March'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3869718242877718055</id><published>2009-02-14T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:18:46.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>We got a Nintendo Wii for Christmas as our big gift to one another. When we decided on that purchase, we knew The Daddy would get Guitar Hero for his birthday. The kids think it's great fun to "help" us play "the rockstar game." They both may have a career in their future. The Pink One looks especially cute with her Les Paul, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we are aware that most people play GH at least standing up if not fully rocking out. We choose to play on the couch in our jammies. 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Especially since I'm recovering and what not. You all want to know how I'm doing and what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now two and a half weeks post-op and am feeling pretty well. Once the stitches came out (thank God there were only a few) I felt like a new woman! Lucky me had an allergic reaction not only to the pain meds but also to the stitches. No, my incisions weren't infected like I thought they might be. I had a reaction to the stitches. Now that they are out, I'm healing really well. All the swelling is gone now, most of the bruising is gone, and all that's left is for my energy to return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, I'm on the mend. It's been a longer slower road than I wanted, but I am so grateful to have had Momma here for two weeks. We honestly don't know what we would have done without her. The kids really enjoyed having Memama here and talk about missing her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Memama was here, we celebrated The Daddy's birthday with a homemade German Chocolate cake. I think everybody enjoyed the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuHf6O_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/XkysPiNwtf8/s1600-h/daddy%27s+birthday+celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuHf6O_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/XkysPiNwtf8/s320/daddy%27s+birthday+celebration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302713376097057778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuACFIpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0QNTkl2a08w/s1600-h/smiling+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuACFIpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0QNTkl2a08w/s320/smiling+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302713374092894866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuHc3cvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cmHWkrrou70/s1600-h/happy+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuHc3cvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cmHWkrrou70/s320/happy+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302713376084292338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFtz-Sd_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/pi-JMXivTQw/s1600-h/Reading+with+Mema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFtz-Sd_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/pi-JMXivTQw/s320/Reading+with+Mema.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302713370855766002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5497922899704289542?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5497922899704289542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5497922899704289542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5497922899704289542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5497922899704289542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the Delay'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SZcFuHf6O_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/XkysPiNwtf8/s72-c/daddy%27s+birthday+celebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1486925015833167645</id><published>2009-01-30T11:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:43:16.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Dizzy and Itchy</title><content type='html'>So I'm here, two days post-op, still sitting in the chair with my heating pad, dizzy and itchy from the pain meds, but so glad it's over. Thankfully the pain is different now. The horrible pain that has plagued me for years is gone, and all I'm dealing with now is the post-op pain. It really is different and really is much more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly thankful that my Momma made the sacrifice to leave the warmth of Savannah to brave the incredibly cold winter we're having so that my kids, my house, and my sweet husband are taken care of while I focus on recovering. I really don't know what I would do without her here. I'm also incredibly thankful that Daddy and Steve were willing to part with Momma for two weeks. I know it's hard on them not to have her around. She's such an amazing woman and does so much to keep everybody in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the thoughts and prayers that you all have sent up for me. No matter how far away you are, you are close to my heart and I am so grateful for each of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1486925015833167645?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1486925015833167645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1486925015833167645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1486925015833167645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1486925015833167645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/dizzy-and-itchy.html' title='Dizzy and Itchy'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8945015392696577283</id><published>2009-01-24T19:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:29:48.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Just a Few Moments</title><content type='html'>I managed to capture a sweet moment of the two adorable children working together coloring a picture. Yes, The Pink One was giving The Short One instructions on how to properly color and which part of the picture he should color, but still they were quietly playing together. It was a nice moment, even if it didn't last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yfWZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZCkPFJFa1qo/s1600-h/coloring+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yfWZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZCkPFJFa1qo/s320/coloring+together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295035561522362466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, The Short One has decided that he's a big boy. He's no where near fully trained, but is working very hard on learning when he needs to potty. Since he loves to be naked or nearly naked, he really loves being out of diapers and in "big boy pants" when we're at home. I can't believe how fast he's growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yZYJepI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cUnJ3bNTs9A/s1600-h/trainers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yZYJepI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cUnJ3bNTs9A/s320/trainers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295035559919057554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yG7JxKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dt_VKx2yaNs/s1600-h/big+boy+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yG7JxKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Dt_VKx2yaNs/s320/big+boy+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295035554965603490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you probably know I've been battling with severe pain lately (thus my reduction in posting). Thankfully, I will be having surgery Wednesday to hopefully bring some relief. Please pray that all goes smoothly and that I can return to "normal" soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8945015392696577283?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8945015392696577283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8945015392696577283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8945015392696577283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8945015392696577283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-few-moments.html' title='Just a Few Moments'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SXu-yfWZ-GI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZCkPFJFa1qo/s72-c/coloring+together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-549629235258842793</id><published>2009-01-12T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:32:54.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Good Ole Blackmail!</title><content type='html'>Yes, he did this to himself. And then laughed hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cl6w4KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dx8S8XyfNwY/s1600-h/box+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cl6w4KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dx8S8XyfNwY/s320/box+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599755421900962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sissy's birthday party, as soon as she unwrapped this hat, he snatched it out of her hand and put it on his head. Yes, the tag is still on it, and yes, there's still wrapping paper attached. He couldn't care less. Today he put the same hat on, looked at me, and said, "I princess!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cXVc3vI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iaX7yj_yjyA/s1600-h/minnie+pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cXVc3vI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iaX7yj_yjyA/s320/minnie+pearl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599751507304178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show that Sissy's not the only one into dress up around here. Birthday presents are going to good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cDI5gWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_wVIRmMC93w/s1600-h/boy+wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cDI5gWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_wVIRmMC93w/s320/boy+wonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599746085945698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really going to kill me for this one day. Oh well, at least I got a good laugh out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8b7kqfEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/g_BJ4vagoGo/s1600-h/blackmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8b7kqfEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/g_BJ4vagoGo/s320/blackmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290599744054918210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-549629235258842793?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/549629235258842793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=549629235258842793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/549629235258842793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/549629235258842793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-ole-blackmail.html' title='Good Ole Blackmail!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWv8cl6w4KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dx8S8XyfNwY/s72-c/box+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5693854663474606670</id><published>2009-01-10T19:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:52:25.269-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Google It!</title><content type='html'>When I was trying to find an example of a Pinky Dinky Doo cake to make, like most things, I Googled it. There weren't many out there. Literally, just one or two. So, in my quest to make the internet a better place, I submitted my cake and a short write up to this website and they published it! &lt;a href="http://www.coolest-birthday-cakes.com/coolest-pinky-dinky-doo-cake-2.html"&gt;You can check it out for yourself&lt;/a&gt;. Feel free to make comments if you wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5693854663474606670?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5693854663474606670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5693854663474606670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5693854663474606670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5693854663474606670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/google-it.html' title='Google It!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-9065763352939675814</id><published>2009-01-10T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:09:35.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pinky--I mean Princess!</title><content type='html'>After a couple of requests, here are two pictures to show the scale of the cake. Yes, it is almost the size of my small-for-his-age two year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-S4jhXkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VXu-2lP1VwU/s1600-h/hutch+for+scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-S4jhXkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VXu-2lP1VwU/s320/hutch+for+scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289757362719120962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-Se1lZII/AAAAAAAAAVk/SpNtyAdVHZc/s1600-h/dawson+for+scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-Se1lZII/AAAAAAAAAVk/SpNtyAdVHZc/s320/dawson+for+scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289757355815560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday girl had a blast opening presents with Daddy. And as usual, she's put on half of the gifts as soon as she opened them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-SVWLTzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gq_i0__I8gA/s1600-h/fancy+nancy+snow+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-SVWLTzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gq_i0__I8gA/s320/fancy+nancy+snow+princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289757353267908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-SJgCT3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/6wKN3eFnM0Y/s1600-h/fancy+nancy+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-SJgCT3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/6wKN3eFnM0Y/s320/fancy+nancy+gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289757350088036210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of her friends had a great time, too. This present drew the interest of all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-Ry5CW_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WzylkvSP27w/s1600-h/present+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-Ry5CW_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WzylkvSP27w/s320/present+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289757344018881522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a hard time believing that my tiny little princess is 4 already! She's had a great day, and is really enjoying being a "super duper big girl", but like usual, she's already moved on to the next thing and is talking about turning 5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-9065763352939675814?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9065763352939675814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=9065763352939675814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/9065763352939675814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/9065763352939675814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-pinky-i-mean-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday Pinky--I mean Princess!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWj-S4jhXkI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VXu-2lP1VwU/s72-c/hutch+for+scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4787859504021263346</id><published>2009-01-09T20:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:57:27.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Pinky Party</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my little angel girl will be 4 tomorrow! The time passes so quickly. At her request, we're having a Pinky Dinky Doo themed party (check out &lt;a href="http://www.noggin.com/shows/pinky.php"&gt;Noggin.com&lt;/a&gt; if you've never heard of it) with a full sized Pinky cake. I know it's not polite to brag, but I'm pretty thrilled with the way this cake turned out. There will be more pictures and stories to come after the party tomorrow, but I had to share this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORQcYooI/AAAAAAAAAVE/H7NkZpUMh50/s1600-h/pinky+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORQcYooI/AAAAAAAAAVE/H7NkZpUMh50/s320/pinky+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493451981234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORF4vj4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/6iPIoJNf9Wo/s1600-h/pinky+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORF4vj4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/6iPIoJNf9Wo/s320/pinky+legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493449147387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORDo47XI/AAAAAAAAAU0/yaZxfjtqwQQ/s1600-h/pinky+body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORDo47XI/AAAAAAAAAU0/yaZxfjtqwQQ/s320/pinky+body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493448544021874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgOQweAMGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/skXsOMmZ-t4/s1600-h/pinky+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgOQweAMGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/skXsOMmZ-t4/s320/pinky+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493443398086754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgOQ6Z68eI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uOrNK2BnosY/s1600-h/pinky+flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgOQ6Z68eI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uOrNK2BnosY/s320/pinky+flat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493446065320418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4787859504021263346?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4787859504021263346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4787859504021263346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4787859504021263346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4787859504021263346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinky-party.html' title='Pinky Party'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SWgORQcYooI/AAAAAAAAAVE/H7NkZpUMh50/s72-c/pinky+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8307345397314485879</id><published>2009-01-07T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:16:01.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><title type='text'>Busy Times</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. I know I promised more Christmas pictures and have not delivered, but I've been busy planning somebody's 4th birthday party. I can't believe she's 4 already! I'm so thankful that our house is not on the market and we're not moving. Every other year, the poor child has had to endure some sort of moving related drama on her birthday. The day of her first birthday party, we had to wrap up early, do a quick cleaning of the house with all the guests helping and run out of the house so it could be shown. We moved a few days later. Then last year, on her third birthday the movers were at the house getting everything ready for us to move here. It's so nice to be settled this year. She's really looking forward to her birthday and her party. Tomorrow we'll celebrate at school and then we'll have her party Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to life slowing down a bit after her party. The holidays and birthdays at the first of the year always wear me out. Maybe then I'll have a few minutes to catch my breath and catch up with you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8307345397314485879?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8307345397314485879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8307345397314485879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8307345397314485879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8307345397314485879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-times.html' title='Busy Times'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7372436696664180831</id><published>2008-12-26T19:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:39:31.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Just for Jim</title><content type='html'>At MiMi's request, the children sang "Jingle Bells" on camera. They have an interesting take on the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a36b168da8ac7f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a36b168da8ac7f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D662CD7837971F2636E1B0D7AE302681C577BA735.226DCD7276B9F0B14F0641C40E9BBDB655295A83%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a36b168da8ac7f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzscgLYo05vsJbbtfcos30KSHT4c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a36b168da8ac7f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D662CD7837971F2636E1B0D7AE302681C577BA735.226DCD7276B9F0B14F0641C40E9BBDB655295A83%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a36b168da8ac7f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzscgLYo05vsJbbtfcos30KSHT4c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7372436696664180831?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a36b168da8ac7f0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7372436696664180831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7372436696664180831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7372436696664180831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7372436696664180831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-for-jim.html' title='Just for Jim'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5057263795128050156</id><published>2008-12-25T20:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:20:57.634-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A few Highlights</title><content type='html'>We're celebrating our very first Christmas in Wisconsin. God has been so good and we've had a blessed Christmas. Here's the family on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8koxwNvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_lY5--IKNuo/s1600-h/family+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8koxwNvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_lY5--IKNuo/s320/family+christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283914862931490546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kolSsiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rXJEDwJW2v0/s1600-h/H+Christmas+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kolSsiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/rXJEDwJW2v0/s320/H+Christmas+Eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283914862879224354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kfCiSLI/AAAAAAAAATs/xyCZQ9y9sXw/s1600-h/D+Christmas+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kfCiSLI/AAAAAAAAATs/xyCZQ9y9sXw/s320/D+Christmas+Eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283914860317526194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, it's time for the traditional Christmas Jammies. We had a beautiful service which made a couple of babies very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kYVRL9I/AAAAAAAAATk/O9f4gAhihfM/s1600-h/h+christmas+jammies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kYVRL9I/AAAAAAAAATk/O9f4gAhihfM/s320/h+christmas+jammies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283914858517049298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kFotjGI/AAAAAAAAATc/ske8M_NUFvg/s1600-h/D+christmas+jammies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8kFotjGI/AAAAAAAAATc/ske8M_NUFvg/s320/D+christmas+jammies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283914853498326114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of highlights from Christmas Day. The Short One loved MiMi's new hat and gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ95KeS_YI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VA3xQzBuN0I/s1600-h/zebra+hutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ95KeS_YI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VA3xQzBuN0I/s320/zebra+hutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283916315085700482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired after a long day of present opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ949Wd24I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3aGxmBF6Oqw/s1600-h/sleepy+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ949Wd24I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3aGxmBF6Oqw/s320/sleepy+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283916311563197314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pink One on Shorty's scooter, dressed in her Christmas finery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ942GeHoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CP3tK_WgAf4/s1600-h/scooter+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ942GeHoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CP3tK_WgAf4/s320/scooter+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283916309617057410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing everybody got the child clothes to dress up in. The girl loves dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ93fTtHtI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QWcSofMcDD4/s1600-h/fancy+cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ93fTtHtI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QWcSofMcDD4/s320/fancy+cowgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283916286318681810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all! We pray that you have enjoyed a blessed day with family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5057263795128050156?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5057263795128050156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5057263795128050156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5057263795128050156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5057263795128050156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-highlights.html' title='A few Highlights'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVQ8koxwNvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_lY5--IKNuo/s72-c/family+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7321041972024380047</id><published>2008-12-23T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:25:28.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>More Cookies</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, we had a &lt;a href="http://onesouthernmommacooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cookies.html"&gt;cookie making extravaganza&lt;/a&gt; where we made 80+ cookies. Much to our kids' delight, we had to make another batch for Christmas. Much fun was had by all my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG4VhI782I/AAAAAAAAASw/Vu45kFhf4Po/s1600-h/hard+at+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG4VhI782I/AAAAAAAAASw/Vu45kFhf4Po/s320/hard+at+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283206517694919522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG30YqfZ7I/AAAAAAAAASo/sefDGUT8ecw/s1600-h/IMG_4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG30YqfZ7I/AAAAAAAAASo/sefDGUT8ecw/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283205948484052914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG30K8wvQI/AAAAAAAAASg/XeVXj-OFJNM/s1600-h/little+supervision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG30K8wvQI/AAAAAAAAASg/XeVXj-OFJNM/s320/little+supervision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283205944802589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG30BXXW9I/AAAAAAAAASY/Sgvu__J-3gE/s1600-h/cookie+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG30BXXW9I/AAAAAAAAASY/Sgvu__J-3gE/s320/cookie+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283205942229818322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG3zqNN2ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QXxGkFpp-4o/s1600-h/cookie+lust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVG3zqNN2ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QXxGkFpp-4o/s320/cookie+lust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283205936013236626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There may have been a little cookie lust going on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7321041972024380047?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7321041972024380047/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/preschool-christmas-songs.html' title='Preschool Christmas Songs'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SVGyyRgmczI/AAAAAAAAASI/LiLPA9sVXAE/s72-c/nice+line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6600197401596164119</id><published>2008-12-21T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:24:49.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas in Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>It really is a shame the The Short One's eyes were closed in this picture. Otherwise, it might have been a good picture of the three of us. But, this was the best of the ones of all three that we got this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SU7dODA9lDI/AAAAAAAAARo/A_vcylZ9AMQ/s1600-h/three+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SU7dODA9lDI/AAAAAAAAARo/A_vcylZ9AMQ/s320/three+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282402646349419570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Dude had total rock star hair this morning. He's such a lady killer. We're gonna be in serious trouble when he gets older. He already has all the girls at church crazy about him. Even the college girls can't stop talking about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SU7dN7lwD9I/AAAAAAAAARg/1Egym3GYCqI/s1600-h/momma+hutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SU7dN7lwD9I/AAAAAAAAARg/1Egym3GYCqI/s320/momma+hutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282402644356239314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, more pictures will come over the next week. We're preparing for MiMi's arrival. Due to weather (see previous post), her flight last night was canceled, so we're anticipating her arrival tomorrow morning. We are looking forward to good times, lots of laughs, and yes, more snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6600197401596164119?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6600197401596164119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6600197401596164119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6600197401596164119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6600197401596164119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-wisconsin.html' title='Christmas in Wisconsin'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SU7dODA9lDI/AAAAAAAAARo/A_vcylZ9AMQ/s72-c/three+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7411948702972615216</id><published>2008-12-21T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:18:56.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>6 Inches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6621993268053490144</id><published>2008-12-15T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:21:46.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink One</title><content type='html'>Our sweet girl, The Pink One, has become very independent these days. She will pick out her own clothes, dress herself, and even fix her own "boo boos". Thanks to the Wisconsin Winter and a cold, she's got a patch of dry skin above her top lip. After declaring that lotion would NOT fix her boo boo, she came downstairs sporting this bandaid. As you can see, she was very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb3BQpuqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/o5II-3cE1Uo/s1600-h/lil+hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb3BQpuqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/o5II-3cE1Uo/s320/lil+hitler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219720160230050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb26L4CII/AAAAAAAAARI/FuFuCgrCRg4/s1600-h/dawson+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb26L4CII/AAAAAAAAARI/FuFuCgrCRg4/s320/dawson+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219718261147778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb27U7QlI/AAAAAAAAARA/8gVtVLTDr-Q/s1600-h/daddy+dawson+andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb27U7QlI/AAAAAAAAARA/8gVtVLTDr-Q/s320/daddy+dawson+andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280219718567543378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's girl all the way. She still loves "Andy", the doll she picked out as her own when baby brother was born. And no, he still doesn't wear clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's enthralled by all things pink, princess, and books of every kind. She's been known to put a pink princess dress on as soon as her little jammied feet hit the floor. And she wants desperately to read, so much so that she is teaching herself to write. She is really thriving in preschool, and I'm thankful that she has exposure to someone who has more patience than me with things like Play-Doh and finger paints, not to mention scissors and glue sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6621993268053490144?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6621993268053490144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6621993268053490144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6621993268053490144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6621993268053490144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-one.html' title='The Pink One'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcb3BQpuqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/o5II-3cE1Uo/s72-c/lil+hitler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8222741878373548741</id><published>2008-12-15T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:05:35.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>The Short One</title><content type='html'>The Short One has been such a riot lately. His little personality, well big personality, has really developed. He has discovered that coloring is fun, but only if you're naked. And eating cookies is fun, but only if you're naked. On occasion, I am able to force clothes on the child, and can even get a decent picture of him every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZetAOEXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bPgI--C-B4g/s1600-h/naked+cowboy+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZetAOEXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bPgI--C-B4g/s320/naked+cowboy+colors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217103382483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZeSPC33I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rrrW3nS3iPA/s1600-h/naked+cowboy+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZeSPC33I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rrrW3nS3iPA/s320/naked+cowboy+cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217096196906866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very own naked cowboy loves to color, when he's not eating the crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZd--0C9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/eDqQD83olJc/s1600-h/fancy+glove+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZd--0C9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/eDqQD83olJc/s320/fancy+glove+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217091028552658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so proud of himself that he found both "fancy gloves". He loves to play dress up as much as The Pink One. And Momma has lot of proof for the teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZd5TJH2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/chP5IAd8nPE/s1600-h/cookie+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZd5TJH2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/chP5IAd8nPE/s320/cookie+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217089503207266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note to self: buttercream icing and christmas cookies do not combine well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZerQn4pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CMKInNuMG9o/s1600-h/hutch+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZerQn4pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CMKInNuMG9o/s320/hutch+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217102914413202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8222741878373548741?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8222741878373548741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8222741878373548741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8222741878373548741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8222741878373548741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-one.html' title='The Short One'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcZetAOEXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bPgI--C-B4g/s72-c/naked+cowboy+colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8665824060193721850</id><published>2008-12-15T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:44:58.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decorations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVK5z3CAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5Ff_TLYdP54/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVK5z3CAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5Ff_TLYdP54/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212365176408066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first live tree since having kids. Yes, the star is touching the ceiling. Yes, The Daddy is very happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVKoXDBHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cW_d52i46ls/s1600-h/party+ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVKoXDBHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cW_d52i46ls/s320/party+ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212360492156018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dining Room table decorated for our Christmas Party. The table filled pretty quickly with food once our guests started arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVKmU6urI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1Ul41osebA0/s1600-h/mantel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVKmU6urI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1Ul41osebA0/s320/mantel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212359946353330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVKcG-bEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZivIdinCkng/s1600-h/buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVKcG-bEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZivIdinCkng/s320/buffet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212357203520578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buffet ready for the party. The glasses aren't really part of our decorations this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8665824060193721850?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8665824060193721850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8665824060193721850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8665824060193721850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8665824060193721850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decorations.html' title='Christmas Decorations'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SUcVK5z3CAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5Ff_TLYdP54/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8700814030330425252</id><published>2008-12-15T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:09:49.163-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside!</title><content type='html'>Ah, winter has arrived in it's full glory. My toes are so numb I can hardly feel them. We're getting into that "bitterly cold" time of year, a phrase that the local weather people only use when it gets below zero. The winds are blowing like they do, typically between 20 and 30 miles an hour, almost non-stop. Take temperatures already at or below zero and add serious winds and we're in dangerous territory. Yea, we don't go out much this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to Christmas next week. Next week?!?! Holy smokes, how did that happen? I've got shopping to do still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pictures to get up, and hopefully I'll get to that in the next day or so. Like everyone else, we've been crazy busy the last few weeks and I've had little time to think much less post. It will get better. I know that my faithful readers are anxious for more pictures of the kids. Don't worry, I've got pictures and lots of stories to share. It's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, the laundry calls and there are two very tired sweeties that need to get to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8700814030330425252?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8700814030330425252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8700814030330425252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8700814030330425252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8700814030330425252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8828316945884780505</id><published>2008-12-04T13:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:48:02.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>I think we're in for a white Christmas...</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty good snow yesterday, a good 5 inches. And since it was warm (by that I mean 30F), we trekked out and played hard. The kids had a great time even though it was still coming down pretty good. The Pink One, without request or suggestion from the Momma or the Short One, pulled him around the yard on the sled, both of them giggling non-stop. It was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyMbMS8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EVTyr72PCnE/s1600-h/sweet+sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyMbMS8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EVTyr72PCnE/s320/sweet+sister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022152503685378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyMG6I2eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/27WgZHqsQ4g/s1600-h/snow+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyMG6I2eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/27WgZHqsQ4g/s320/snow+fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022147058817506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyLpe-43I/AAAAAAAAANw/_J6Uz3Sx1w4/s1600-h/let+it+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyLpe-43I/AAAAAAAAANw/_J6Uz3Sx1w4/s320/let+it+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022139160290162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyLX3g6RI/AAAAAAAAANo/FCoVXyHZ8os/s1600-h/bw+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyLX3g6RI/AAAAAAAAANo/FCoVXyHZ8os/s320/bw+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022134431344914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last one wasn't actually from this snow, but from one prior. I usually don't do very well with the artistic photos, but I was impressed with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8828316945884780505?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8828316945884780505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8828316945884780505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8828316945884780505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8828316945884780505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-were-in-for-white-christmas.html' title='I think we&apos;re in for a white Christmas...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/STgyMbMS8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EVTyr72PCnE/s72-c/sweet+sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7079429545647951905</id><published>2008-12-04T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:37:46.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed a fun and festive Thanksgiving at The MiMi's house. Although the drive was long and not necessarily pleasant, it was a good time once we actually made it there. As usual for these types of gatherings, there was lots of family, lots of food, and lots of laughter. 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Each of you means so much to me in your own ways. And without each of you, I don't know what I would do. So, thank you for being you. Thank you for allowing God to use you to minister to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! I pray that you each had a blessed Thanksgiving and that as we begin this Advent season that you would prepare your hearts and minds for our Lord and Savior, the greatest gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;The Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5655609117195534613?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5655609117195534613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5655609117195534613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5655609117195534613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5655609117195534613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-for-yall.html' title='Thankful for Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1426837464143245122</id><published>2008-11-20T07:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:15:41.964-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>He will NOT win!</title><content type='html'>The Enemy will NOT win this battle. He may be using all sorts of sneaky tactics, but I am a Child of God! I am loved, blessed, chosen, adopted, accepted, redeemed, and forgiven. The Enemy may fight like the devil to make me forget that, but I will not. I will stand in faith and remind him that God IS bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to pray. This battle is not easy. But I'm standing in faith and I'm Believing God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1426837464143245122?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1426837464143245122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1426837464143245122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1426837464143245122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1426837464143245122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-will-not-win.html' title='He will NOT win!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3505810558652902601</id><published>2008-11-08T20:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:05:32.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>First of the Season</title><content type='html'>The first snow of the season. So peaceful and beautiful. Although it was just a dusting, there were two children who could not let this beautiful site remain pristine. No, they must do what they always do and destroy everything that is beautiful. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=780e07dd99699f43&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3505810558652902601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3505810558652902601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3505810558652902601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3505810558652902601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-of-season.html' title='First of the Season'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SRZOTYRTFdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T1NlV9ibUDU/s72-c/first+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7489632502075655868</id><published>2008-11-08T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:01:56.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snowing!</title><content type='html'>It's our first real snowfall of the season. We woke up to beautiful snow covered grass and lovely white flakes falling down. I'll forget for a minute that it's not yet Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7489632502075655868?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7489632502075655868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7489632502075655868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7489632502075655868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7489632502075655868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/snowing.html' title='Snowing!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7508352156112212631</id><published>2008-11-06T07:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:14:39.458-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Just One More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gingerandtim.blogspot.com"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt; brought &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-house.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from the amazing and inspired Beth Moore to my attention. She says in a much more graceful and eloquent way what I just tried to say. I think you'll be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7508352156112212631?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7508352156112212631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7508352156112212631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7508352156112212631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7508352156112212631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-one-more.html' title='Just One More'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-272256984599886436</id><published>2008-11-06T06:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:07:55.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Psalm 46</title><content type='html'>God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts. The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Come and see the works of the LORD, the desolations he has brought on the earth. He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear, he burns the shields with fire. "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in turmoil for weeks over the election, and now that it's over, that turmoil and anxiety has only increased. I've been thinking and praying, trying desperately to put my feelings into words. I have this overwhelming need to write about what is going on. So much so that I've isolated friends who feel differently about the outcome. I just feel so strongly that it is hard to talk calmly and rationally at the moment. That's when a dear friend led me to &lt;a href="http://billychia.com/2008/11/05/obama-helping-me-share-jesus/"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt;. From the comments, God lead to me His Word (amazing how that happens in times like this, isn't it?). To one of my favorite Psalms, to one of my favorite verses. One that I need to frequently be reminded of: "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I in my earthly brain cannot understand how in the world the outcome of this election could possibly bring Glory to the Most High, since it seems that our nation is moving further and further away from the principles it was founded on, I must be still and have faith that even in the midst of this storm, God will be exalted among the nations. He WILL be exalted in all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to draw near to the Lord, to pray for the future of our country, to pray for the newly elected leaders, to pray that above all else that God will be exalted. It's time for me to share with those I come in contact with how God is my Savior. How many times did the Israelites, God's own chosen people, look for leadership in Kings and Judges? How many times did His own children turn from Him? Yet did He ever leave them or forsake them? No! And He will not leave us or forsake us. I may feel like our country has been abandoned, but I must be reminded that God is in charge. That He allowed this to happen because this is what we asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my worst fears do not come true and that God will be glorified and will draw more to Him in this time of crisis and godlessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-272256984599886436?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/272256984599886436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=272256984599886436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/272256984599886436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/272256984599886436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/psalm-46.html' title='Psalm 46'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8659700400099019684</id><published>2008-10-31T18:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:22:14.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>The Fierce Dragon and His Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SQucrG_DhWI/AAAAAAAAALg/29qyah8TPvs/s1600-h/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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They went up and down the street seeking treats from their friendly neighbors, giggling all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was not seeking treats, he was protecting the princess from her tiara, magic wand, and fancy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SQugsRXSr9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/K9DvFhAHGlw/s1600-h/dragon+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SQugsRXSr9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/K9DvFhAHGlw/s320/dragon+princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263477271948341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SQugr7KDFpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YY4H85I71zc/s1600-h/dragon+princess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SQugr7KDFpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YY4H85I71zc/s320/dragon+princess2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263477265987212946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you had your very own fierce dragon to protect you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8659700400099019684?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15b432187d6b5d06&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8659700400099019684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8659700400099019684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8659700400099019684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8659700400099019684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/fierce-dragon-and-his-princess.html' title='The Fierce Dragon and His Princess'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SQucrG_DhWI/AAAAAAAAALg/29qyah8TPvs/s72-c/together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-2372236463394343784</id><published>2008-10-30T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:39:55.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Preschool Songs</title><content type='html'>As a part of the special Halloween celebration at preschool, those pesky parents were invited to join "song time." 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Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4335610653321491639</id><published>2008-10-21T18:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:02:53.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Blame it on the Rain</title><content type='html'>Well, you could blame it on the rain, but it's really &lt;a href="http://isk8r.blogspot.com"&gt;isk8r's&lt;/a&gt; fault. She tagged me in this meme, and I feel obliged to play along. I'm supposed to name 6 quirks about myself. I have a reputation for being pretty quirky, so you'd think this would be easy for me. Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's almost always a song running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;2. I always put my right shoe on first.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I obsessively wash my hands while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;4. I tend to be very shy, but when I'm in a large group and uncomfortable, I can be obnoxiously loud.&lt;br /&gt;5. I would be perfectly content to go a week without leaving my house.&lt;br /&gt;6. I tend to overuse cliches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My victims are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Ginger&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;br /&gt;Karrie&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules: Link the person who tagged you Mention rules on your blog Tell about 6 quirks of yours Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same. Leave a comment to let them know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-4335610653321491639?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4335610653321491639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4335610653321491639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4335610653321491639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4335610653321491639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/blame-it-on-rain.html' title='Blame it on the Rain'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5967254585897639035</id><published>2008-10-21T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:29:52.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Such Big Kids</title><content type='html'>I know I've been a bit of a slacker lately about blogging. I'm sorry. Life goes on, and sometimes I don't have the time or energy to blog about it. I know that y'all have gotten accustomed to frequent posts, pictures, and videos of my darling babies. I'm sorry that I have not met expectations lately. There's a lot I could say about why I haven't been here, but I'm not going to bore you with the details. So, as a peace offering, I give two adorable children who are growing much too quickly for my liking. They are both capable of doing without sippy cups when given the opportunity and when they actually pay attention long enough to not spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These glasses were carefully wrapped in all that bubblewrap that MeMama sent. They were my grandmother's. It's been a pure joy to let my children use glasses that generations of kids have used at GreatMomma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SP4QNnUMBRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AE_xZU6HM5E/s1600-h/big+boy+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SP4QNnUMBRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AE_xZU6HM5E/s320/big+boy+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259659240893318418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SP4QOAd1IoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IEuJseKG-d4/s1600-h/where+did+he+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SP4QOAd1IoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IEuJseKG-d4/s320/where+did+he+go.jpg" alt="" 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Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SP4QNnUMBRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AE_xZU6HM5E/s72-c/big+boy+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6647755915050426846</id><published>2008-10-13T18:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:54:22.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Thank You, MeMaMa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6647755915050426846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6647755915050426846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6647755915050426846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6647755915050426846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-memama.html' title='Thank You, MeMaMa!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5640699972655097353</id><published>2008-10-12T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:43:11.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Little Funnies</title><content type='html'>The Pink One made the entire congregation at church laugh this morning, and since most of you weren't there I think I should share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor asked "How do you get to heaven?" Her reply "on a helicopter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I put The Short One to bed tonight, he grabbed his "Brown Bear, Brown Bear," promptly turned it over to the bottom, pointed at the tag, and said "coffee cup. Momma's coffee cup." The bear is one from the Kohl's Cares for Kids fundraising drive and has &lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/ourbrands/kohlscaresforkids.jsp"&gt;this image&lt;/a&gt; on the tag. Guess what it reminds him of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5640699972655097353?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5640699972655097353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5640699972655097353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5640699972655097353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5640699972655097353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-funnies.html' title='Little Funnies'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7195939295618460494</id><published>2008-10-11T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:06:16.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>The Short One had a fabulous birthday party today. Most of his friends made it, and he was in heaven surrounded by his girls. We were all surprised that he got four different helicopter toys. They are all really cute and he adores them. The excitement as he opened each one was so much fun to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPFbSmVEbKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0kOBK8iTskI/s1600-h/first+of+many.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPFbSmVEbKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0kOBK8iTskI/s320/first+of+many.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256082615202770082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPFbS-vGK6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xITxdxRBqgE/s1600-h/look+helicopter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPFbS-vGK6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xITxdxRBqgE/s320/look+helicopter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256082621754387362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPFbTaZZABI/AAAAAAAAAKA/45OOSqE811Y/s1600-h/looking+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPETPMNOSmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7aAEgrKCaTo/s320/finished+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256003391813732962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPETPSNAHjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/onxmxoEbV9g/s1600-h/finished+cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPETPSNAHjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/onxmxoEbV9g/s320/finished+cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256003393423416882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPETPyps6zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZSePnf3dLJk/s1600-h/finished+cake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPETPyps6zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZSePnf3dLJk/s320/finished+cake3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256003402133728050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not to scale, it's on grass, there are a LOT of details missing, but for a first attempt at a carved cake, it turned out pretty good. It sure was tasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5914340060567788530?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5914340060567788530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5914340060567788530' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5914340060567788530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5914340060567788530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/uncle-tim-would-have-landed-it-better.html' title='Uncle Tim would have landed it better'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SPETPMNOSmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7aAEgrKCaTo/s72-c/finished+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-4036832035066163954</id><published>2008-10-07T21:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:50:45.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Birthday Time!</title><content type='html'>The Short One had a fabulous birthday today. He got one on one time with the Momma (good for everybody!), a special birthday balloon from Toys R Us, chicken tenders for dinner, and a cupcake and ice cream. Not to mention the three helicopters, four puzzles, and new clothes. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8515acfe8ff731df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9769908b9ffce6cd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4036832035066163954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=4036832035066163954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4036832035066163954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/4036832035066163954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-time.html' title='Birthday Time!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-485026211416893099</id><published>2008-10-07T06:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:28:55.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5RfiyXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Op8igBE3TkE/s1600-h/brand+new+hutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5RfiyXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Op8igBE3TkE/s320/brand+new+hutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254380136113031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5l5QUqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mK2BfwMdMx4/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5l5QUqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mK2BfwMdMx4/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254380141589582498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5vXnA7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VQAeB-qmqko/s1600-h/hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5vXnA7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VQAeB-qmqko/s320/hospital.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254380144132817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO57zqdsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vcOD-NNUwGE/s1600-h/sun+bathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO57zqdsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vcOD-NNUwGE/s320/sun+bathing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254380147471709890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5myjKWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAYG-_NpzTw/s1600-h/boppy+nap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5myjKWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAYG-_NpzTw/s320/boppy+nap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254380141829892450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two short years ago, you were such an itty bitty thing. You gave Momma and Daddy a big scare just before you were born, but God protected you and you came out perfectly fine. Daddy was really happy because even though you were born during football season, he could see the Tech scoreboard from the hospital room and you waited until after the game was over to be born. It didn't hurt that Tech won that day, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're a big boy, running around, climbing and jumping. You have so many words that you amaze Momma and Daddy every day. You're learning the alphabet, know the colors and shapes, and can count to three. You want to do everything that your older sister does, which frequently gets you both in trouble. You love to laugh and give hugs and kisses freely to almost anybody. And that usually makes up for the trouble that you and The Pink One like to get into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see by looking at you, but you love to eat! Every morning you ask for "Cheerios, milk on it" and even tell me what color bowl and spoon you want to eat it out of. You've picked up my habit of drinking the last bit of milk out of the bowl, too. Most of the time you don't even spill any! You love fruit and cheese and think that chocolate milk is a very special treat. You have a great way of eating cupcakes and love to say "ice cream cone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since your uncle flew up and let you climb all over his helicopter, you've been in love with them! It's a good thing that we live close to the airport because you love to see airplanes and point them out when they're in the sky. You know one's close just by the sound. It's the cutest thing when you stop playing to yell "Airpane! Sky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a joy and I don't know what my life would be like without you in it. I thank God every day for blessing us with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Little Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQOu1fLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CGgZIhQkGuo/s1600-h/snuggle+bugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQOu1fLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CGgZIhQkGuo/s320/snuggle+bugs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254387127578623154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQMCxe_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RYER9Y7F_og/s1600-h/littlest+pilot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQMCxe_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RYER9Y7F_og/s320/littlest+pilot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254387126856940530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQc_j8hI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cOAqU7X2l_U/s1600-h/hutch+momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQc_j8hI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cOAqU7X2l_U/s320/hutch+momma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254387131406873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQXxVDQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KkeqUopgspo/s1600-h/chicken+chaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtVQXxVDQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KkeqUopgspo/s320/chicken+chaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254387130004999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-485026211416893099?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/485026211416893099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=485026211416893099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/485026211416893099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/485026211416893099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-sweet-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOtO5RfiyXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Op8igBE3TkE/s72-c/brand+new+hutch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6211244936858904891</id><published>2008-10-02T10:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:23:30.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Like Mother, Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>After much debate, it has been determined that The Pink One has a tiny bit of my DNA in her after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOTlKNYwCBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9cWTwLt6cZc/s1600-h/making+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOTlKNYwCBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9cWTwLt6cZc/s320/making+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252575028975765522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOTlKR27mGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aNGdJh818Ws/s1600-h/making+cookies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOTlKR27mGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aNGdJh818Ws/s320/making+cookies2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252575030176094306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike previous videos, this one doesn't have sound. For once I was able to capture her in action without her realizing it. She was very focused on the task at hand, and I didn't want to disrupt her concentration. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b69bd8ceca8dbe7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b69bd8ceca8dbe7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26B8E4AA775CFD71D90CA419E111456C2D3A9183.78D05A8673A312DB7080834CC3B7833ABE89F751%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b69bd8ceca8dbe7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOmMMc7UfJYJphxye38wetmv7phI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b69bd8ceca8dbe7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26B8E4AA775CFD71D90CA419E111456C2D3A9183.78D05A8673A312DB7080834CC3B7833ABE89F751%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b69bd8ceca8dbe7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOmMMc7UfJYJphxye38wetmv7phI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6211244936858904891?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7b69bd8ceca8dbe7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6211244936858904891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6211244936858904891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6211244936858904891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6211244936858904891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like Mother, Like Daughter'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SOTlKNYwCBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9cWTwLt6cZc/s72-c/making+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5467124145252496539</id><published>2008-09-30T19:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:08:31.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>A preview of what's to come...</title><content type='html'>One week from today is The Short One's second birthday. We are looking forward to the day and planning a celebration with a few of his friends. Today, however, we had cupcakes because I had a few left over after baking for the United Way bake sale fundraiser at The Daddy's office. The Short One kept repeating "no camera! no camera!" I'm glad that I left the camera rolling anyway. This may be the funniest thing he's ever done. I'm looking forward to next week and his party to follow. I wonder what kind of show he'll put on for us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is long, seven minutes long, and you may need to change your pants part way through, but we couldn't decide where to trim it, so here it is for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-68d8f60242342c96" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68d8f60242342c96%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34009CBB570FE4E5FE2354A85A0C9A2D4D677210.7D94422B4B70723BBD8319DD22E07B71AA95871%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68d8f60242342c96%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg91G3gXfGEZ92EZ02nk7Grh0XHA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68d8f60242342c96%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34009CBB570FE4E5FE2354A85A0C9A2D4D677210.7D94422B4B70723BBD8319DD22E07B71AA95871%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68d8f60242342c96%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg91G3gXfGEZ92EZ02nk7Grh0XHA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll attempt to translate what he has to say, but even I don't understand all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No camera! No camera! No camera! No camera, no camera, no camera, yes camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(off camera, there is some discussion between the Pink One and The Daddy about her wanting to be on camera saying "Pa-chow!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returns to the "no camera" thing, to which The Daddy promises that we'll turn the camera off. After some indecipherable banter with his sister, he says, "no sissy, sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he repeats something about the camera, but after multiple viewings, The Daddy and I still don't know what the child said. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his sippy cup break, he says, "no cupcake, just that one." Then, while he continues to eat he says, "down please, 'scuse table please." Followed by, "more cake please." He asks again, "'scuse table please," but follows with "more cake please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he realizes what we've been taping all this time, he picks up the cupcake and eats it like a normal child. He said, "all done camera please. I'm all done camera please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, the child has learned manners in the last two years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5467124145252496539?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68d8f60242342c96&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5467124145252496539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5467124145252496539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5467124145252496539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5467124145252496539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/preview-of-whats-to-come.html' title='A preview of what&apos;s to come...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8235639703622382022</id><published>2008-09-27T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:12:13.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Our Little Yellow Jacket</title><content type='html'>The Pink One could not have made her father and I any more proud this evening. Being Saturday, The Daddy had on a Georgia Tech shirt. Out of no where, The Pink One looked over at him, pointed to his shirt, and spelled out "G E O R G I A, what's that spell, Daddy?". The Daddy replied "Georgia." Then, she started sounding out "T E C H". "Georgia Tech, Daddy! Your shirt says Georgia Tech!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Fives all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8235639703622382022?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8235639703622382022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8235639703622382022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8235639703622382022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8235639703622382022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-little-yellow-jacket.html' title='Our Little Yellow Jacket'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6162553429359617990</id><published>2008-09-26T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:18:12.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Runs with Scissors</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me well know that I don't tolerate messes very well. I definitely lack in the "crafty mom" department. It's just another mess to clean up. But, there are sacrifices that you make for your kids. And I think they enjoyed their time with markers, stamps, and scissors. If only I could prevent The Pink One from sharing her scissors with her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/coloring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/coloring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/funwithscissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/funwithscissors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/stamphands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/stamphands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/markerboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/markerboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/pinkscraps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/pinkscraps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6162553429359617990?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6162553429359617990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6162553429359617990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6162553429359617990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6162553429359617990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/runs-with-scissors.html' title='Runs with Scissors'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1719861779249202612</id><published>2008-09-25T20:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:05:32.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>One of the sweetest things I've witnessed as a mother happened tonight. The Short One climbed into his sister's bed for stories. The Pink One sent both the Daddy and I out of the room because she "can read to him myself." It was such a sweet moment that I had to grab the camera. I tried to be sneaky when capturing it on film, but the Pink One figured me out pretty early on and had to put on a show. It's a cute video regardless. You'll probably have to turn the volume up pretty loud to hear since I was a fair ways away from the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c15da146759883ca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc15da146759883ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16EF918550691C6E263BB602A535C81F09727405.49FC6B655DB426698364DEDE9DE71527755089D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc15da146759883ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Doem2m9NhcSCZ2h9PaWEji6vxAE8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc15da146759883ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16EF918550691C6E263BB602A535C81F09727405.49FC6B655DB426698364DEDE9DE71527755089D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc15da146759883ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Doem2m9NhcSCZ2h9PaWEji6vxAE8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course once I stopped recording, even funnier things happened, so I started back up. Those kids (especially the older one) knows what it sounds like when the camera is on. *Note to self, get a quieter camera.* And since she is my child, she feels the need to perform when said camera is on. Alas, the Short One was oblivious to the filming and put on a pretty sweet show himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1ac9320706bf214" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1ac9320706bf214%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C9C47B4C212688E740B776D9F955CC96F8CCD42.4DD2BA1BECC933A3D0A708E64C5A081C828E4351%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1ac9320706bf214%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPp-PlLU2iKqMN7S2R1h2SxmNe9c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1ac9320706bf214%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C9C47B4C212688E740B776D9F955CC96F8CCD42.4DD2BA1BECC933A3D0A708E64C5A081C828E4351%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1ac9320706bf214%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPp-PlLU2iKqMN7S2R1h2SxmNe9c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1719861779249202612?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c15da146759883ca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1ac9320706bf214&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1719861779249202612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1719861779249202612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1719861779249202612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1719861779249202612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/bedtime-stories.html' title='Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5967430806816235626</id><published>2008-09-21T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:36:50.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you never wanted to know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 6:30&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? The Rocker&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Honey Nut Cheerios or a bagel&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? Michelle&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? mayo&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Gomez "How We Operate"&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? Dodge Caravan&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? Subway Turkey on Honey Oat&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise? closed-mindedness&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? yoga pants&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? The Holy Land&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing? lately, Merona&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you retire to? somewhere in the mountains, near a lake&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? 2008--meeting up with a dear friend and her family&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch? Football&lt;br /&gt;18. Furthest place you are sending this? the internet&lt;br /&gt;19. Person you expect to send it back first? Not sure...&lt;br /&gt;20. When is your birthday? July 6&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a morning person or a night person? morning&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your shoe size? 8.5&lt;br /&gt;23. Pets? dog&lt;br /&gt;24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? it's not snowing yet&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want to be when you were little? nurse&lt;br /&gt;26. How are you today? tired&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your favorite candy? Twix&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favorite flower? Peony&lt;br /&gt;29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? October 10th, next date night&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite pastime? Sewing/Quilting&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? some weird show on Discovery HD about Tsunamis&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last thing you ate? a twix&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you wish on stars? No&lt;br /&gt;34. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? periwinkle&lt;br /&gt;35. How is the weather right now? cool, crisp fall night&lt;br /&gt;36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? friend from small group&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite soft drink? Cherry Coke&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite restaurant? Katsu Ya&lt;br /&gt;39. Real hair color? dark brown&lt;br /&gt;40. What was your favorite toy as a child? Cabbage Patch Kids&lt;br /&gt;41. Summer or winter? Summer&lt;br /&gt;42. Hugs or kisses? both&lt;br /&gt;43. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;44. Coffee or tea? coffee&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you want your friends to email you back? I’d rather they post a link in my comments&lt;br /&gt;46. When was the last time you cried? i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;47. What is under your bed? dust bunnies&lt;br /&gt;48. What did you do last night? went to Oktoberfest&lt;br /&gt;49. What are you afraid of ? something happening to my family&lt;br /&gt;50. Salty or sweet? both, together&lt;br /&gt;51. How many keys on your key ring? 3&lt;br /&gt;52. How many years at your current job? almost 4&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite day of the week? Thursday&lt;br /&gt;54. How many towns have you lived in? 7&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you make friends easily? yes&lt;br /&gt;56. How many people will you send this to? whoever reads my blog&lt;br /&gt;57. How many will respond? 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, TAG you are it. If you post it on your blog leave me a link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5967430806816235626?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5967430806816235626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5967430806816235626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5967430806816235626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5967430806816235626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-you-never-wanted-to-know.html' title='Everything you never wanted to know....'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5136100295436913549</id><published>2008-09-21T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:35:49.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>A Dinkey Bird Told Me</title><content type='html'>The Short One has a special day coming up. His second birthday. Yes, this sweet amazing creature has only been in our lives two short years. It's hard to remember a time without his sweet voice and glistening eyes. To celebrate this special day, he's placed his order for a birthday cake. Suffice it to say, The Momma has her work cut out for her. Don't worry, I'll clue you in on his order (and provide pictures) a little closer to the actual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, maybe this little story will satisfy your cravings for Short One love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, my parents put me to bed telling me stories of "going to Nappy's house" where the dinkey birds sing in the amfalula trees. (I wonder if somewhere down the line this information came from &lt;a href="http://glenavalon.com/dinkybird.html"&gt;this poem&lt;/a&gt;.) I have taken it upon myself to pass these stories on to my children. We make up new stories of what they'll do at Nappy's House, talk about who all they'll see there, and generally make the transition to sleep a little gentler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Short One is especially tired, between hard eye rubs, he'll point to his crib and say, "Nappy's House. Now." This was the case tonight after he'd opted out of his nap this afternoon. The poor child was exhausted, requested only one bedtime song as opposed to the three or four he usually requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray he has a lovely visit at Nappy's tonight where he hears many songs from those sweet dinkey birds who sing in the amfalula trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5136100295436913549?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5136100295436913549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5136100295436913549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5136100295436913549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5136100295436913549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinkey-bird-told-me.html' title='A Dinkey Bird Told Me'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-5208124730080838414</id><published>2008-09-15T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:58:14.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>A tiny glimpse into her mind...</title><content type='html'>The following conversation took place a little while ago. I would really like to be inside her head for just a few minutes. It's an interesting place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pink One: I'm watching football, Momma.&lt;br /&gt;Momma: Who's playing?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: My husband.&lt;br /&gt;M: Your husband? When did you get married?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;M: Really? What's your husband's name?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;M: That's an interesting name. What's his last name?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: Jube. Yea, Jackie Jube.&lt;br /&gt;M: And how old is this Jackie Jube?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: 3. Like I'm 3.&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh, I thought you got married 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;TPO: 5, Yea, he's 5.&lt;br /&gt;M: So, where did you get married?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: At the Mary Church. (her school is at St. Mary's Catholic Church)&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh, where you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: Yea, the Mary Church.&lt;br /&gt;M: So Jackie Jube is Catholic?&lt;br /&gt;TPO: Yea, just like me. Catholic. And I'm in charge of him.&lt;br /&gt;M: So, if your husband is playing football, why are you watching him on TV? You should be there with him to support him.&lt;br /&gt;TPO: But Mom, I can't drive! I guess I could fly there in a helicopter, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-5208124730080838414?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5208124730080838414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=5208124730080838414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5208124730080838414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/5208124730080838414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiny-glimpse-into-her-mind.html' title='A tiny glimpse into her mind...'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-993482752789360463</id><published>2008-09-10T17:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:06:13.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Wiggle Waggle</title><content type='html'>The Pink One has been in performance mode today...here's just a sample...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee5b6ec64ca33619" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee5b6ec64ca33619%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FEB95298DF12E114EAB78FAD9F4F43EBD07EA64.647FEDA752C63C1DD89A98B5F0830569EC32A323%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee5b6ec64ca33619%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCaMJupwcr9gPPE4BKt-AYiyUSCg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, the Short One had to get in on the action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a908d3034c1f77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00a908d3034c1f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D170DCA2D8DE85929B80B35812CAF241D43CF5744.661616F6B697910220AA6E0D837C7516C2CF8542%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da908d3034c1f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdZlvCRGtXrYFR3qN5lCI6boy6Bk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00a908d3034c1f77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D170DCA2D8DE85929B80B35812CAF241D43CF5744.661616F6B697910220AA6E0D837C7516C2CF8542%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da908d3034c1f77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdZlvCRGtXrYFR3qN5lCI6boy6Bk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a clip on YouTube of the actual song in context from the show, Word World, but alas, I could not. If one of you beautiful readers is more YouTube savvy than I, maybe you could find a clip of "clap and stomp, and wiggle waggle". Until then, maybe you can enjoy the rendition that my children offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-993482752789360463?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a908d3034c1f77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee5b6ec64ca33619&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/993482752789360463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=993482752789360463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/993482752789360463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/993482752789360463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/wiggle-waggle.html' title='Wiggle Waggle'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3668782646807515466</id><published>2008-09-08T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:34:47.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>The Transcript</title><content type='html'>It's come to my attention that it may be a little difficult to decipher the language of a not yet two year old if you haven't heard it every day of his life. For those of you who don't yet understand what The Short One is saying in the video in the previous post, I'll provide the transcript for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short One: Uncle Tim, Orange Helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Momma: Can you tell Mommy that again, please?&lt;br /&gt;Short One: Uncle Tim, Orange Helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Momma: Yeah, Uncle Tim flies an orange helicopter? Hutch, Hutch, when's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Short One: Uncle Tim, Orange Helicopter&lt;br /&gt;Momma: Oh, your birthday is Uncle Tim, Orange Helicopter? Is your birthday October 7th?&lt;br /&gt;Short One: October 7th&lt;br /&gt;Momma: Yeah, How old is Hutch going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Short One: Down! Down!&lt;br /&gt;Momma: How old is Hutch going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Short One: Please! Down!&lt;br /&gt;Momma: Please, down. Is Hutch going to be two?&lt;br /&gt;Short One: No, Two. Half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3668782646807515466?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3668782646807515466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3668782646807515466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3668782646807515466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3668782646807515466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/transcript.html' title='The Transcript'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-6937836159945432670</id><published>2008-09-08T08:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:47:22.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SMUo3Rd4d6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qt1ZhOeZD7Y/s1600-h/photogenic+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SMUo3Rd4d6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qt1ZhOeZD7Y/s320/photogenic+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243642271189464994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two beautiful children ready to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3711b82d9fd11674" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3711b82d9fd11674%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D149E226EA39D8C9859FE72D4156C8D0BDCD223C8.2A730CF5DCBB6FCFB0F585BD94ABF132390C0E18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3711b82d9fd11674%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyH6vN8MWnx-gLWkM6AlIYaFyejw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3711b82d9fd11674%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D149E226EA39D8C9859FE72D4156C8D0BDCD223C8.2A730CF5DCBB6FCFB0F585BD94ABF132390C0E18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3711b82d9fd11674%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyH6vN8MWnx-gLWkM6AlIYaFyejw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, the much requested video. The boy talks. Slowly. Listen carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-6937836159945432670?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3711b82d9fd11674&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6937836159945432670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=6937836159945432670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6937836159945432670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/6937836159945432670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/suday-morning-fun.html' title='Sunday Morning Fun'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4CWY42MG00/SMUo3Rd4d6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qt1ZhOeZD7Y/s72-c/photogenic+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-3185353697722479310</id><published>2008-09-07T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:43:34.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Fall?!? Where did that come from?</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow! Labor Day really is the end of summer. That's it, the beautiful, glorious long warm days and cool nights are gone. I just might shed a tear. Never in my life has fall started literally overnight. Last Tuesday, we turned the air on because it was 91 degrees out, then I had to find jeans and long sleeved shirts to fit the kids by Thursday when the high was 60. &lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/history/airport/KATW/2008/9/7/MonthlyHistory.html#calendar"&gt;I'm not kidding!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love fall. I always have. I'm just used to a gradual introduction to the season, not an abrupt change. I keep hearing that Wisconsin falls are even better than Wisconsin summers. Right now, I'm finding that hard to believe, but I am anxiously awaiting the changing of the leaves. I'm looking forward to my fall planting, and cool dry days when I can try my hand at making divinity. If I can master that, I just may never leave this little bit of heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a season of change, and I'm looking forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-3185353697722479310?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3185353697722479310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=3185353697722479310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3185353697722479310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/3185353697722479310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-where-did-that-come-from.html' title='Fall?!? Where did that come from?'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-7746969117130830553</id><published>2008-09-05T14:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:10:49.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Another Good Read</title><content type='html'>Quite a while back, &lt;a href="http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-like-jazz.html"&gt;I wrote about&lt;/a&gt; a fabulous book that I'd just finished, Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. I recently read a similarly wonderful book, Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell, that I have to share. It was such an insightful and thought provoking read, that I feel like I have to tell people about it. My dear friend Lisa turned me on to it through &lt;a href="http://isk8r.blogspot.com/2008/07/velvet-elvis-by-rob-bell.html"&gt;her blog entry about it.&lt;/a&gt; I was so intrigued that I had to read it for myself. I'm glad I did! In fact, I haven't yet returned it to the library (it's due today) and I have already bought a copy for myself. I'm looking forward to reading it again and being able to write notes in the margin this time. I'm also planning on using it as a resource when I start teaching a Bible study for women in our church in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd heard of &lt;a href="http://www.marshill.org/about/rob/"&gt;Rob Bell&lt;/a&gt; and his innovative Mars Hill Church in Michigan. I've even seen a few of his short films, so when Lisa mentioned this book, I thought I'd better get my hands on it if I could. I'm glad I did. It's a quick read, and it just might change your mind about Christianity if you give it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very favorite things that he said, very early in the book, is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Over time when you purposefully try to live the way of Jesus, you start noticing something deeper going on. You begin realizing the reason this is the best way to live is that it is rooted in profound truths about how the world is. You find yourself living more and more in tune with ultimate reality. You are more and more in sync with how the universe is at its deepest level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' intention was, and is, to call people to live in tune with reality. He said at one point that if you had seen him, you had "seen the Father". He claimed to be showing us what God is like. In his compassion, peace, truth telling, and generosity he was showing us God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I struggle along in this life, striving to live in the way of Jesus, I hope that I will become more and more in tune with reality. Considering the current political discussions going on in our country and the common idea that Christians in general are separated from reality, living in our own little worlds, "clinging to [our] faith and [our] guns" I find this idea of Christ-likeness leading to the ultimate reality a really refreshing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were more articulate and could summarize this book a bit better because I really do think it's great. But then if I could do that, you wouldn't need to read the book, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-7746969117130830553?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7746969117130830553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=7746969117130830553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7746969117130830553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/7746969117130830553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-good-read.html' title='Another Good Read'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-1097902105581189307</id><published>2008-09-02T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:36:44.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pop Pop!</title><content type='html'>For two years in a row, we got to celebrate PopPop's birthday at our house. Last year, the candles on PopPop's cake showed that he turned 91 instead of 61. This year, his candles were imaginary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/poppopbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/poppopbday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/seriousaboutcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/seriousaboutcake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/cakeface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/cakeface.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids enjoyed corn on the cob with our brat fry in celebration of the big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/cornboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/cornboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/corngirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/corngirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-1097902105581189307?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1097902105581189307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=1097902105581189307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1097902105581189307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/1097902105581189307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-pop-pop.html' title='Happy Birthday Pop Pop!'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870721214721395694.post-8396337325624781518</id><published>2008-09-02T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:21:01.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school time'/><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>How in the world is my oldest child old enough to go to preschool? A Real 3 year old preschool? I am amazed. I used to laugh when my parents talked about how quickly we kids grew up. Then I had kids of my own and I sit back in sheer amazement at how quickly they really do grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pink One has begged since we moved here for us to find her a school to go to. She is quite the social butterfly and needs a lot of social stimulation. After much prodding by a persistent 3 year old, I found a school that satisfied the many requirements that The Daddy and I had. And today, The Short One and I walked The Pink One to her first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to a fabulous program that is at the Catholic School two streets over. Every day when we hear the church bells, she declares that it's "time for mass," so we thought this was a natural choice. She's already impressed both her teacher and the principal with her knowledge and skills. I hope and pray it'll be a good year for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/preschool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/preschool1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she's excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/preschool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/gtbabies/preschool2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest bookbag on the planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870721214721395694-8396337325624781518?l=onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8396337325624781518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870721214721395694&amp;postID=8396337325624781518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8396337325624781518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870721214721395694/posts/default/8396337325624781518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesouthernmomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Southern Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15996737737522134518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcJAOggKe1k/TdKNYEHqF5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/2bKCP_wHp5E/s220/starting%2Bline%2Brecrop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
