<?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-4722717401968762734</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:00:15.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh H"Evans"!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5432025250237103947</id><published>2012-02-16T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:26:28.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I'm loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take so many photos with my iPhone and only ever share them with my family via text. Here are some that are just too cute not to share with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace, wearing my robe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLwzdUKZjlE/Tz1JqSke9LI/AAAAAAAACYk/8LjWzpUS3Ik/s1600/ace3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709800893463852210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLwzdUKZjlE/Tz1JqSke9LI/AAAAAAAACYk/8LjWzpUS3Ik/s400/ace3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate at her school Valentine's Party. Come on, how could this NOT make you smile?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DseGExMXbaY/Tz1JWyANLDI/AAAAAAAACYY/ZZ6mK46fFi0/s1600/ace2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709800558304242738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DseGExMXbaY/Tz1JWyANLDI/AAAAAAAACYY/ZZ6mK46fFi0/s400/ace2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet boy in the front seat in morning car line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BUvqGIVymc/Tz1JGiwKqwI/AAAAAAAACYM/SxBhAR3XNi4/s1600/ace1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709800279332530946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BUvqGIVymc/Tz1JGiwKqwI/AAAAAAAACYM/SxBhAR3XNi4/s400/ace1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two are just irresistible and have SO much personality. Neither of them ever quit talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5432025250237103947?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5432025250237103947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5432025250237103947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5432025250237103947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5432025250237103947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2012/02/pictures-im-loving.html' title='Pictures I&apos;m loving'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLwzdUKZjlE/Tz1JqSke9LI/AAAAAAAACYk/8LjWzpUS3Ik/s72-c/ace3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5458565876160577690</id><published>2012-02-14T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T03:53:16.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this little FACE! Doesn't it just say, "Kiss me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUQnHrC9ePI/TzpKGRvWiQI/AAAAAAAACYA/JzmQoMEpGRQ/s1600/facey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708956949347207426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUQnHrC9ePI/TzpKGRvWiQI/AAAAAAAACYA/JzmQoMEpGRQ/s320/facey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw these on Pinterest and had to make them. It was tricky figuring out how to cut them without tearing his little hand up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the close up, minus the dum dum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxiCLidIG-Q/TzpJT11t2pI/AAAAAAAACX0/X4zuY2w0N6o/s1600/2.14.2012%2BValentines%2BCard%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708956082864249490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxiCLidIG-Q/TzpJT11t2pI/AAAAAAAACX0/X4zuY2w0N6o/s320/2.14.2012%2BValentines%2BCard%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had zero hopes of getting Lily Kate to do any sort of posing for me. She's started saying "cheese" whenever I hold my iPhone in front of her but it's the same face she makes when she's doing her business so I've got some smile practice ahead of her. =) I think I'll let Ace teach the smiling class. I mean, LOOK at that FACE!&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/4722717401968762734-5458565876160577690?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5458565876160577690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5458565876160577690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5458565876160577690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5458565876160577690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUQnHrC9ePI/TzpKGRvWiQI/AAAAAAAACYA/JzmQoMEpGRQ/s72-c/facey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-9159995956841691779</id><published>2012-02-01T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:43:05.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am madly trying to finish Ace's 2011 yearbook to take advantage of Picaboo's 50% of coupon that expires on the 7th. I came across this photo and had to upload it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nr1Da6QUpI/Tyn3pb-_PPI/AAAAAAAACXo/Q8B9iwaRW4Q/s1600/12.28.2011%2B%252870%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704362694300089586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nr1Da6QUpI/Tyn3pb-_PPI/AAAAAAAACXo/Q8B9iwaRW4Q/s320/12.28.2011%2B%252870%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Kiddie Park, back in December, Ace got his actor on and hopped in the roller coaster. Of course, it's just a stationary car. I love my crazy over-actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-9159995956841691779?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9159995956841691779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=9159995956841691779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/9159995956841691779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/9159995956841691779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2012/02/funny-man.html' title='Funny Man'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nr1Da6QUpI/Tyn3pb-_PPI/AAAAAAAACXo/Q8B9iwaRW4Q/s72-c/12.28.2011%2B%252870%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-588768164577784861</id><published>2012-01-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:11:11.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely Here...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm still alive...only barely. Just updating the blog to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor neglected blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what's on my plate?&lt;br /&gt;Starting tax season, flag football, single-parenting, school, house selling, house hunting, mortgage shopping, budgeting, constant house cleaning for last minute showings, mommy duties (too many to list)...you know...the same things that are on EVERYONE's plate except I'm incapable of keeping all the balls in the air with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you find one of the balls I've dropped...well, I'd say return it to our home address but who KNOWS what that will be?! In the meantime, your prayers are coveted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big week. We have a house appraisal on Monday that determines if our current contract will go through or if we have to put the house BACK on the market. We will also find out if the house of our dreams is a possibility from the sellers and our mortgage lender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a roller coaster and I can only assume that my heart is aging by the milisecond. Thank goodness the Lord is driving this roller coaster or stress would surely have overcome me by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-588768164577784861?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/588768164577784861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=588768164577784861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/588768164577784861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/588768164577784861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2012/01/barely-here.html' title='Barely Here...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3505825786665921432</id><published>2011-12-22T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T03:25:19.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what my Dad does in his spare time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehlo9BncpsI/TvMTOSiEkbI/AAAAAAAACXc/0qQgrLSGbGM/s1600/photo%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688911890512908722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehlo9BncpsI/TvMTOSiEkbI/AAAAAAAACXc/0qQgrLSGbGM/s320/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He draws on pictures of my precious children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know my posts have been non-existent lately. I would list out why...but don't have time. Suffice it to say that your prayers for the sale of our home would be most welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3505825786665921432?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3505825786665921432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3505825786665921432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3505825786665921432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3505825786665921432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/12/popeye-jr.html' title='Popeye Jr.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehlo9BncpsI/TvMTOSiEkbI/AAAAAAAACXc/0qQgrLSGbGM/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5268471566981582154</id><published>2011-11-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:22:54.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast - Ace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was all about Ace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so excited about his Thanksgiving Feast at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675950533686401186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7a1c8WESkyY/TsUG8BsRGKI/AAAAAAAACVw/3I-iiQStaMg/s320/sweets%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here was his place card. Such a cute idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675950711551408866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2RDUvFrMcU/TsUHGYSluuI/AAAAAAAACV8/KVM3Hp0rLAU/s320/thanks%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were thrilled that TWO of his soccer teammates were going to be in his class at school. Brendan is in the middle and Stuart is on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hieNClGep8/TsUIkM1n1xI/AAAAAAAACXQ/qXL1DeIYM5Q/s1600/thanks%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675952323384825618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3hieNClGep8/TsUIkM1n1xI/AAAAAAAACXQ/qXL1DeIYM5Q/s320/thanks%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just had to insert her "stink face" which is STILL alive and well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pipxnna9a3Q/TsUIaOak6_I/AAAAAAAACXE/wWl5bxQGk1g/s1600/thanks%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675952152009567218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pipxnna9a3Q/TsUIaOak6_I/AAAAAAAACXE/wWl5bxQGk1g/s320/thanks%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace's friend Trent. Trent is a twin and Ace and I have had LOOOONG conversations about what twins are. Don't you just love Ace's dimple in this photo? And those red lips! I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpx5UkQYSoQ/TsUILQWwMJI/AAAAAAAACW4/7vTvxjdQXts/s1600/thanks%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675951894832361618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpx5UkQYSoQ/TsUILQWwMJI/AAAAAAAACW4/7vTvxjdQXts/s320/thanks%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super cute centerpiece made by a classmate's parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaSi3-r7B68/TsUH_k4mZsI/AAAAAAAACWs/VzEa4ScpvXk/s1600/thanks%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675951694184605378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaSi3-r7B68/TsUH_k4mZsI/AAAAAAAACWs/VzEa4ScpvXk/s320/thanks%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly boys. These tee-pees turned into swords about 5 minutes after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUJOMC7G6wA/TsUHo4t2S1I/AAAAAAAACWg/24aoHHYnri0/s1600/thanks%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675951304371227474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUJOMC7G6wA/TsUHo4t2S1I/AAAAAAAACWg/24aoHHYnri0/s320/thanks%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate went to TOWN on this apple and downed about half of it. I'm bringing one to every football practice from here on out in hopes it will entertain her for as long as it did today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KURh2z34iw/TsUHeIUjKxI/AAAAAAAACWU/vIDHAhmlhEI/s1600/thanks%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675951119581522706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KURh2z34iw/TsUHeIUjKxI/AAAAAAAACWU/vIDHAhmlhEI/s320/thanks%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is how we ended up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2GgzAQv1Pg/TsUHTyim1VI/AAAAAAAACWI/9Bj-ZR0Jnk0/s1600/thanks%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675950941936211282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2GgzAQv1Pg/TsUHTyim1VI/AAAAAAAACWI/9Bj-ZR0Jnk0/s320/thanks%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gum on the shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha! Car looks pretty clean from this angle. You'd never know we could feed all of China off the floor in the backseat.&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/4722717401968762734-5268471566981582154?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5268471566981582154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5268471566981582154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5268471566981582154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5268471566981582154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-feast-ace.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast - Ace'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7a1c8WESkyY/TsUG8BsRGKI/AAAAAAAACVw/3I-iiQStaMg/s72-c/sweets%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-728011997863686124</id><published>2011-11-16T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:28:58.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: This photo will make your heart melt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldsiFl9MNHk/TsPkIvWq-BI/AAAAAAAACVk/PyH-SORLxb4/s1600/sweets%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675630794218600466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldsiFl9MNHk/TsPkIvWq-BI/AAAAAAAACVk/PyH-SORLxb4/s400/sweets%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning, I asked Ace to pick out Lily Kate's bow. OF COURSE, he chose the Florida State one. She will sport it proudly at his Thanksgiving Feast this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Want a laugh??? I dressed Ace in his "fashionable" splatter-painted jeans this morning and he says, "Look Mom. There's bird poop on my pants!"&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/4722717401968762734-728011997863686124?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/728011997863686124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=728011997863686124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/728011997863686124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/728011997863686124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/warning-this-photo-will-make-your-heart.html' title='WARNING: This photo will make your heart melt.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldsiFl9MNHk/TsPkIvWq-BI/AAAAAAAACVk/PyH-SORLxb4/s72-c/sweets%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-484728861613511667</id><published>2011-11-11T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T04:34:02.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our &lt;a href="http://search.har.com/engine/27023-Sable-Oaks-Ln-Cypress-TX-77433_HAR81085480.htm"&gt;listing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll take any advice you have about staging, showings or decorating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you know any secrets that will help us sell faster, I will take them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be so sad to leave this house. The layout is perfect for us. I love my office with it's big windows that let me look out onto the green park area across the street. The playroom has been great for soccer and flag football practices! I am groaning over leaving behind all of the special painting I did in Lily's room. I hate to leave the moulding and slate floors that we sweated over with contractors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it's all material right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd rather have our family together and Jonathan starts work December 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We haven't had any showings yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please pray for a fast sale but also for a FAIR sale. Our realtor has told us unbelievable stories of buyers asking for all sorts of crazy concessions and I don't take it well when I feel like I'm being taken advantage of. I love this house and want to sell it to someone who will also love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-484728861613511667?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/484728861613511667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=484728861613511667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/484728861613511667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/484728861613511667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-official.html' title='We&apos;re Official'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5852139881099379855</id><published>2011-11-10T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:17:01.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got Lily Kate up this morning, got her dressed in the cutest little outfit, went downstairs to make her lunch and found a note in her backpack that it was Pajama Day. So, off came the cute outfit and on we threw her jammies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673492900848257906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKUTJZxTnrg/TrxLu97Cy3I/AAAAAAAACVM/Olv70JQs2RM/s320/pj%2Bday%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE that she actually reaches for her hairbows in the morning. I pretend it's because she wants to wear them and not that she just wants to rip them all down off their hanger like she tends to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673492595558556578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzZDKB8Euqg/TrxLdMoTo6I/AAAAAAAACVA/tMohu0CWf7k/s320/pj%2Bday%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think, in this picture, she's telling me that she's ready for me to leave, she's alright and I'm embarrassing her with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673492355122453618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3OFA6eqAkw/TrxLPM733HI/AAAAAAAACU0/n78tPCcZOnw/s320/pj%2Bday%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never one to be outdone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673493147824905746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2SgnfT2Yvo/TrxL9V-3XhI/AAAAAAAACVY/VKuqh3BqOLc/s320/pj%2Bday%2B001.jpg" /&gt; Is it just me, or does that headband actually look pretty on him?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5852139881099379855?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5852139881099379855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5852139881099379855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5852139881099379855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5852139881099379855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/pj-day.html' title='PJ DAY'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKUTJZxTnrg/TrxLu97Cy3I/AAAAAAAACVM/Olv70JQs2RM/s72-c/pj%2Bday%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7956842877515260635</id><published>2011-11-03T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:36:58.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>Both kids put to bed and Jonathan out at the EBS birthday party. I had forgotten the sound of silence. It's rather nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7956842877515260635?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7956842877515260635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7956842877515260635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7956842877515260635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7956842877515260635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4224586213102951037</id><published>2011-11-01T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T04:09:02.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the most beautiful trick-or-treating weather last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darth Vader woke up from his nap crying to go trick-or-treating. We started about 6:30. Good thing because we didn't finish up until about 8pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vWMUJnPTpg/Tq_RmrvyPlI/AAAAAAAACTs/DLfQIVYnXO8/s1600/10.31.2011%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669980918391127634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vWMUJnPTpg/Tq_RmrvyPlI/AAAAAAAACTs/DLfQIVYnXO8/s320/10.31.2011%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only thing I don't like about Halloween masks is that you can see this handsome face! We went up to his old daycare lady's house and she didn't even know it was him until I came up and told her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQwzRwCJHQw/Tq_RZXir2bI/AAAAAAAACTg/ZLBSRFRP0Jk/s1600/10.31.2011%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669980689629174194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQwzRwCJHQw/Tq_RZXir2bI/AAAAAAAACTg/ZLBSRFRP0Jk/s320/10.31.2011%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little pumpkin outfit was a hand-me-down from the neighbors down the street. We actually ran into the family who it came from and got a kick out of showing Lily Kate off in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyzjWQYdXuY/Tq_RMgJkInI/AAAAAAAACTU/8M_Ff7UHSaw/s1600/10.31.2011%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669980468601430642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyzjWQYdXuY/Tq_RMgJkInI/AAAAAAAACTU/8M_Ff7UHSaw/s320/10.31.2011%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't quite get the whole trick-or-treating thing. She rode in the stroller or walked with Pops for most of the night. She stopped about 7:15 and gave out candy with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfIxFHwxhCA/Tq_RAL1aQjI/AAAAAAAACTI/ZonAgC-6QZQ/s1600/10.31.2011%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669980256989758002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfIxFHwxhCA/Tq_RAL1aQjI/AAAAAAAACTI/ZonAgC-6QZQ/s320/10.31.2011%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My precious punkin' pie. She got mad at this costume several times. It was made up of strips of fabric and she kept getting tangled up in them. Sacrifice for fashion I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_AWBfBFRxc/Tq_Qx_AYluI/AAAAAAAACS8/dqI_X2eWc10/s1600/10.31.2011%2B069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669980013027956450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_AWBfBFRxc/Tq_Qx_AYluI/AAAAAAAACS8/dqI_X2eWc10/s320/10.31.2011%2B069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The funniest part of the night was when this guy came to the door eating a bag of Doritos. I guess he was out of candy because he gave Ace a handful of Doritos in his Halloween bucket! Ace immediately ate one before I could get to him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is second only to Christmas in this house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4224586213102951037?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4224586213102951037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4224586213102951037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4224586213102951037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4224586213102951037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/11/happiest-halloween.html' title='Happiest Halloween'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vWMUJnPTpg/Tq_RmrvyPlI/AAAAAAAACTs/DLfQIVYnXO8/s72-c/10.31.2011%2B030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5482724795682442956</id><published>2011-10-19T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:48:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enhancements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have FINALLY figured it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The computer server at work has locked me out so...(thank goodness I started work early and got my hours in before it went on the blitz.)...I decided to see if I could figure out how to change up my pictures using the Adobe Photoshop I begged Jonathan for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlww7QreCg/Tp9EsI4d3aI/AAAAAAAACSw/FWHj1SljVi8/s1600/10.2011%2B152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665322381344628130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlww7QreCg/Tp9EsI4d3aI/AAAAAAAACSw/FWHj1SljVi8/s400/10.2011%2B152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One, five-minute tutorial later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ0N8LxyjMA/Tp9EdhweQwI/AAAAAAAACSk/f38lggaBGY4/s1600/Lily%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665322130323948290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ0N8LxyjMA/Tp9EdhweQwI/AAAAAAAACSk/f38lggaBGY4/s400/Lily%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How snazzy is THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzzgy7G8LOk/Tp9EPmmPkwI/AAAAAAAACSY/41oTqxIYVA4/s1600/lily%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665321891105051394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzzgy7G8LOk/Tp9EPmmPkwI/AAAAAAAACSY/41oTqxIYVA4/s400/lily%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, she's naked in a pumpkin. Long story. Going to do some more Adobe Tutorials, fix up some of our photos and post them later. For now, I'm soooooo excited about changing the color on these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5482724795682442956?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5482724795682442956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5482724795682442956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5482724795682442956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5482724795682442956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/enhancements.html' title='Enhancements'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlww7QreCg/Tp9EsI4d3aI/AAAAAAAACSw/FWHj1SljVi8/s72-c/10.2011%2B152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3257231141851639133</id><published>2011-10-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:14:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate LOVES it when you say "Pretty Lily." It's like she knows what you are saying. She gets a big smile and kind of ducks her chin like she's being modest. Or...it's all in my imagination. Whatever, she's adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVxTrGQBVm0/TpcNr3MdYTI/AAAAAAAACSM/WQxZqonDTsg/s1600/pretty%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663010103643431218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVxTrGQBVm0/TpcNr3MdYTI/AAAAAAAACSM/WQxZqonDTsg/s400/pretty%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I was saying, "Pretty Lily" and Ace started pouting, threw himself on the floor and said, "You didn't call me handsome!" Oh gosh. Apparently I'm overpraising and focusing on appearance too much. I'm allowed to do that as their mother, right?!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, she's scratched her nose. Her nails grow super duper fast!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3257231141851639133?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3257231141851639133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3257231141851639133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3257231141851639133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3257231141851639133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/pretty-lily.html' title='Pretty Lily'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVxTrGQBVm0/TpcNr3MdYTI/AAAAAAAACSM/WQxZqonDTsg/s72-c/pretty%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1829966103834478629</id><published>2011-10-03T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:15:54.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're gonna be sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...don't you wish you looked this cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhJP5Cg6v5k/TonQT5ATh6I/AAAAAAAACSE/CqRa0_ii-74/s1600/sick%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659283446905931682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhJP5Cg6v5k/TonQT5ATh6I/AAAAAAAACSE/CqRa0_ii-74/s400/sick%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that I certainly don't look this cute when I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I woke Lily Kate up on Friday morning, she was covered in throw up. All weekend, Jonathan and I took turns trying to avoid her blow out diapers. This morning, she blew it out again and I figured she had a bug. In the car, on the way to school, I heard something suspicious in the back seat (exactly like the sound of someone crumpling a ziploc bag). I asked Ace what was happening: "She's throwing up all over the place Mom. You've got to see this!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere. Milk. Everywhere. &lt;em&gt;Milk&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't possibly do anything other than love her. I set her on the ground to get the carseat out and she came over and gave me a big hug covered as she was in her own throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are seeing the doctor this morning.&lt;/div&gt;(P.S. I love those ears.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1829966103834478629?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1829966103834478629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1829966103834478629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1829966103834478629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1829966103834478629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-youre-gonna-be-sick.html' title='If you&apos;re gonna be sick...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhJP5Cg6v5k/TonQT5ATh6I/AAAAAAAACSE/CqRa0_ii-74/s72-c/sick%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8650984516886803779</id><published>2011-10-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:49:58.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween FUN...in the wrong spot.</title><content type='html'>I totally spent the last 30 minutes creating a post of our Halloween fun last night but I put it on the WRONG blog! Click &lt;a href="http://lettersformylily.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what an awesome time we had when our cousins came over....and to read all of the things I love about my Lily! Oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8650984516886803779?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8650984516886803779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8650984516886803779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8650984516886803779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8650984516886803779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-funin-wrong-spot.html' title='Halloween FUN...in the wrong spot.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8589157735155755580</id><published>2011-09-29T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:01:01.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Statement #929</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been waiting for Lily Kate to fit into this delectable dress FOR-EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNObCcsdRlY/ToSHaqqFmlI/AAAAAAAACR8/WFKYXIElIkg/s1600/fashion1%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657795924081351250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNObCcsdRlY/ToSHaqqFmlI/AAAAAAAACR8/WFKYXIElIkg/s400/fashion1%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I know she needs a second pair of shoes! She has to wear sneakers to school and mommy has never had more than one pair of black and one pair of brown shoes herself. I'm learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mischief makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSpnwXtU7ok/ToSHQ1X5yDI/AAAAAAAACR0/zEmoYbGENe0/s1600/fashion1%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657795755159177266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSpnwXtU7ok/ToSHQ1X5yDI/AAAAAAAACR0/zEmoYbGENe0/s400/fashion1%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are in charge of letting Hula out to potty in the mornings while I make lunches. That's why they are staking out the back door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8589157735155755580?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8589157735155755580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8589157735155755580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8589157735155755580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8589157735155755580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/fashion-statement-929.html' title='Fashion Statement #929'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNObCcsdRlY/ToSHaqqFmlI/AAAAAAAACR8/WFKYXIElIkg/s72-c/fashion1%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4691790122795777558</id><published>2011-09-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:50:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Statement #927</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I mentioned lately that having a girl is SO MUCH MORE FUN than I imagined it would be? Even Ace is getting in the on the fun. He picked out her hair bow today (or, I should admit that he threw an all-out fit that she wear this one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhBR9sQhwbg/ToHg5vwiN5I/AAAAAAAACRs/liWOV_HuLDI/s1600/fashion%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657049889631254418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhBR9sQhwbg/ToHg5vwiN5I/AAAAAAAACRs/liWOV_HuLDI/s400/fashion%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't pic just one photo and you can't make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D47wFTQEqC0/ToHgwEtZBMI/AAAAAAAACRk/pw6q0pNW8oA/s1600/fashion%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657049723456521410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D47wFTQEqC0/ToHgwEtZBMI/AAAAAAAACRk/pw6q0pNW8oA/s400/fashion%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's really the girl that makes the clothes. My girl. My precious, rambunctious, giggly, toddling sweet baby who likes to pat my shoulder when I hold her.&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/4722717401968762734-4691790122795777558?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4691790122795777558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4691790122795777558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4691790122795777558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4691790122795777558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/fashion-statement-927.html' title='Fashion Statement #927'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhBR9sQhwbg/ToHg5vwiN5I/AAAAAAAACRs/liWOV_HuLDI/s72-c/fashion%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3530617892647304525</id><published>2011-09-21T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:04:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Her Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I caught some photos of Lily Kate and her Daddy. She just loves him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought these two first photos were funny because they even opened and closed their smiles the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_IA1EDHjz0/Tnnf6QO7DmI/AAAAAAAACRc/KVs__pta1XE/s1600/new%2B178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654796999023332962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_IA1EDHjz0/Tnnf6QO7DmI/AAAAAAAACRc/KVs__pta1XE/s320/new%2B178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No doubt where she came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRrZSEIIUPA/TnnfvspTkPI/AAAAAAAACRU/V8n-jaawIcI/s1600/new%2B179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654796817671622898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YRrZSEIIUPA/TnnfvspTkPI/AAAAAAAACRU/V8n-jaawIcI/s320/new%2B179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These days, Lily Kate likes to "wallow." Whoever is around, she wants to lay and roll all over them. She doesn't want to be cuddled or held. She just wants to sit, unhindered on your lap or roll all over you without you stopping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTxYpRafgBs/Tnnfgg1KltI/AAAAAAAACRM/EcEC_XLdoKM/s1600/new%2B181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654796556802102994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTxYpRafgBs/Tnnfgg1KltI/AAAAAAAACRM/EcEC_XLdoKM/s320/new%2B181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never fear! The "scrunchy face" is still around. This one shows that she just does it to humor me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSiD_Fn-mbg/TnnfUh-c45I/AAAAAAAACRE/j48kVPdKQts/s1600/new%2B185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654796350951056274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSiD_Fn-mbg/TnnfUh-c45I/AAAAAAAACRE/j48kVPdKQts/s320/new%2B185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darth Vader is the newest addition to our clan. Don't worry, he's come over from the dark side and he's nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hkLsi2uZEg/TnnfJsxuo7I/AAAAAAAACQ8/kEhkWeYSMQw/s1600/new%2B186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654796164871922610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hkLsi2uZEg/TnnfJsxuo7I/AAAAAAAACQ8/kEhkWeYSMQw/s320/new%2B186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just silly days around our house. Life is sweet with these faces for company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3530617892647304525?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3530617892647304525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3530617892647304525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3530617892647304525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3530617892647304525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/loves-her-daddy.html' title='Loves Her Daddy!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_IA1EDHjz0/Tnnf6QO7DmI/AAAAAAAACRc/KVs__pta1XE/s72-c/new%2B178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1744022115302168985</id><published>2011-09-12T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:08:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I did not dye Lily Kate's hair blonde if that is what you're thinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-GV0JppYqk/Tm6CBuaps4I/AAAAAAAACQ0/u1Uhz18humE/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651597548547847042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-GV0JppYqk/Tm6CBuaps4I/AAAAAAAACQ0/u1Uhz18humE/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is JONATHAN!&lt;br /&gt;I've been back and forth between this and Lily Kate's photos a bazillion times and they are like twins! Lillies has two dimples, my ears and darker hair (and less of it) but put him in pink and add a hair bow and we've got it!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always told me I looked like my Dad growing up. I guess we'll all tell Lily Kate the same thing!!!&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/4722717401968762734-1744022115302168985?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1744022115302168985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1744022115302168985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1744022115302168985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1744022115302168985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-is-this.html' title='Who is this?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-GV0JppYqk/Tm6CBuaps4I/AAAAAAAACQ0/u1Uhz18humE/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-202293793776365487</id><published>2011-09-07T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T04:16:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Double Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend, the kids went on their first double-sleepover at B's house. My mom has kept both kids while I've gone out of town before but this is the first time I've been ALL by myself without them. (Jonathan was away on a guys' weekend.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649571955382170722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-786VqWgDqVI/TmdPwr2QNGI/AAAAAAAACQk/760u3y2BhLo/s400/sleepover%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE the look Lillies is giving Ace! It is just a matter of TIME before she gives him the "what for." She is jabbering up a storm and I swear yesterday she said "quit it Ace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lG4MfiOPCs/TmdP6MG1LfI/AAAAAAAACQs/RskGQlavtlY/s1600/sleepover%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649572118660460018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lG4MfiOPCs/TmdP6MG1LfI/AAAAAAAACQs/RskGQlavtlY/s400/sleepover%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is VERY hard for me to let BOTH of my kids out of my arms. I am SUCH a worrier and I lay in bed thinking up elaborate plans of how to get us out of situations if someone carjacks us or burgles the house, or if there is a fire or if our car gets submerged in water...and those are the realistic scenarios!!! It's paralyzing sometimes and only the grace of God digs me out of my imagination. So letting both my kids out of armslength just makes my worries run wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfeJV0Kvutw/TmdPnNPdZ0I/AAAAAAAACQc/n4AORq3MAik/s1600/sleepover%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649571792547571522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfeJV0Kvutw/TmdPnNPdZ0I/AAAAAAAACQc/n4AORq3MAik/s400/sleepover%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had such a great time. They always come home from B's smelling like clean, Johnson's nighttime lotion and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXV61UAwMAo/TmdPcGZLwpI/AAAAAAAACQU/Sj8mS_ijNs8/s1600/sleepover%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649571601730749074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fXV61UAwMAo/TmdPcGZLwpI/AAAAAAAACQU/Sj8mS_ijNs8/s400/sleepover%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I, on the other hand, spent a night alone with Hula, working on the kids yearbooks. If I couldn't be with them, I at least wanted to be going through pictures of them. =) Is it possible to have empty nest just in a night? Oh the prayers I need to pray!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-202293793776365487?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/202293793776365487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=202293793776365487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/202293793776365487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/202293793776365487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-double-sleepover.html' title='First Double Sleepover'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-786VqWgDqVI/TmdPwr2QNGI/AAAAAAAACQk/760u3y2BhLo/s72-c/sleepover%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-6763519797430493522</id><published>2011-09-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:43:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't get enough of her (even though she wouldn't smile for me today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decked out for her second day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf0YbOC0nBQ/Tl-ZKs9wZDI/AAAAAAAACQM/SU1JdAYUkv8/s1600/lils%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647400866893816882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf0YbOC0nBQ/Tl-ZKs9wZDI/AAAAAAAACQM/SU1JdAYUkv8/s400/lils%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing her new twinkle toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJrbt3828nc/Tl-Y-AR_omI/AAAAAAAACQE/jzYmxTsw_CE/s1600/lils%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647400648740676194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJrbt3828nc/Tl-Y-AR_omI/AAAAAAAACQE/jzYmxTsw_CE/s400/lils%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her baby cankles are almost gone. =(&lt;br /&gt;She did whimper a little when I gave her to the teacher today. I think it's only because I wasn't the one to set her on the floor. She doesn't really like being passed around. She was happy enough in the 5 seconds it took me to sign her in and get out of her line of sight.&lt;br /&gt;One less hiny to wipe until 2 this afternoon.&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/4722717401968762734-6763519797430493522?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6763519797430493522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=6763519797430493522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6763519797430493522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6763519797430493522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/09/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf0YbOC0nBQ/Tl-ZKs9wZDI/AAAAAAAACQM/SU1JdAYUkv8/s72-c/lils%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4338138684379056520</id><published>2011-08-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:28:12.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School days are here again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace started Mrs. Samstag's class on Monday. Getting up, ready and dropping off through car line was old hat for him. He was really excited to play with all of his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbwQ5Dtm77I/Tl0AyrykwxI/AAAAAAAACP8/XSbdj9zIa_w/s1600/SCHOOL%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646670378540778258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbwQ5Dtm77I/Tl0AyrykwxI/AAAAAAAACP8/XSbdj9zIa_w/s400/SCHOOL%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate started Mrs. Young's class this morning. (Tear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She did fantastic. No tears and once she was on the floor she just took in her surroundings and then went about finding a toy to put in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89tKyoban68/Tl0AptL0hfI/AAAAAAAACP0/glLxhDH8BP4/s1600/SCHOOL%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646670224296281586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89tKyoban68/Tl0AptL0hfI/AAAAAAAACP0/glLxhDH8BP4/s400/SCHOOL%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where did my babies go?&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/4722717401968762734-4338138684379056520?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4338138684379056520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4338138684379056520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4338138684379056520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4338138684379056520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbwQ5Dtm77I/Tl0AyrykwxI/AAAAAAAACP8/XSbdj9zIa_w/s72-c/SCHOOL%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7714255353343353535</id><published>2011-08-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:56:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet your wishin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...you were at our house right about now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the kind of day I DREAM about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QD-CjNQD3aQ/TlfbkjBH0SI/AAAAAAAACPs/qNHYAvywKxo/s1600/cookies%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645222078853927202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QD-CjNQD3aQ/TlfbkjBH0SI/AAAAAAAACPs/qNHYAvywKxo/s320/cookies%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My ingenious (and generous) employer lets everyone have every other Friday off during the summer. I typically fill these days with...work...making up time for hours that I've spent changing diapers, consoling criers and wiping hinys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbPFTuESu6Q/Tlfba9GdhPI/AAAAAAAACPk/r2fTVkKE9c4/s1600/cookies%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645221914056951026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbPFTuESu6Q/Tlfba9GdhPI/AAAAAAAACPk/r2fTVkKE9c4/s320/cookies%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a special day. Mrs. Klaassen released her chocolate chip cookie &lt;a href="http://www.tylerpaper.com/article/20110824/FEATURES06/308249969"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; to the Tyler magazine when they covered Canaan's trip to the Little League World Series and that (for me) is reason to call a household holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_D8Lmj5rHg/TlfbQe4nE_I/AAAAAAAACPc/KdVuc4b9WLA/s1600/cookies%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645221734147101682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_D8Lmj5rHg/TlfbQe4nE_I/AAAAAAAACPc/KdVuc4b9WLA/s320/cookies%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we TRIED our hand at it. (Walmart was out of butter-flavored Crisco. We just used regular. And I took the "ice-cream scoop" size a little too literally and one cookie will feed a family of four they are so huge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4TnklEBNoY/TlfbF35cpcI/AAAAAAAACPU/KTkhwoqHPF8/s1600/cookies%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645221551882937794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4TnklEBNoY/TlfbF35cpcI/AAAAAAAACPU/KTkhwoqHPF8/s320/cookies%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scrum-dittly-umptious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(And the cookies were yummy too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22mDXsthIGc/Tlfa75-8TSI/AAAAAAAACPM/-KjHgxdbP14/s1600/cookies%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645221380644162850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22mDXsthIGc/Tlfa75-8TSI/AAAAAAAACPM/-KjHgxdbP14/s320/cookies%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we are on the topic of things that are in our bellies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzoTb4Eas0s/Tlfazqb7mBI/AAAAAAAACPE/v76iuoc2Kxs/s1600/cookies%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645221239031830546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzoTb4Eas0s/Tlfazqb7mBI/AAAAAAAACPE/v76iuoc2Kxs/s320/cookies%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, Ace swallowed a marble yesterday. He's told everyone from the doctor to strangers to the checkout lady at Walmart. I think it scared him pretty bad because he was hysterically crying after he did it and I didn't even spank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last Free Friday of the summer. Spent with my two favorite munchkins and chocolate chip cookies. Got to tuck this one away in the memory treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7714255353343353535?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7714255353343353535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7714255353343353535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7714255353343353535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7714255353343353535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/bet-your-wishin.html' title='Bet your wishin...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QD-CjNQD3aQ/TlfbkjBH0SI/AAAAAAAACPs/qNHYAvywKxo/s72-c/cookies%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2077290725304176597</id><published>2011-08-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T13:26:00.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Fun in San Antone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We picked up and drove over to San Antonio for some last minute summer fun. Friday was ANYTHING but fun (I mis-scheduled a lunch with Kate who was actually out of town!!! Then, Mary Kathryn was unexpectedly in town but when she called to get directions to the house my phone DIDN'T RING!) Double bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Saturday, we found redemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started out at the Pearl Brewery's farmers' market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a neat tour and enjoyed just looking at all the yummy stalls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e69sq_K2usY/TlFn3YDJhTI/AAAAAAAACO8/3k3kIY2hCjI/s1600/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643406009118065970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e69sq_K2usY/TlFn3YDJhTI/AAAAAAAACO8/3k3kIY2hCjI/s320/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a nap, we wanted to get the kids out of the house so we went down to the RiverCenter Mall. On a complete whim I said, "Let's get Lily Kate's ears pierced." Jonathan wasn't opposed so off we went. This picture is PITIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4VRBgqwLCw/TlFnoTG_D6I/AAAAAAAACO0/F84E6q-Ii98/s1600/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643405750093942690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4VRBgqwLCw/TlFnoTG_D6I/AAAAAAAACO0/F84E6q-Ii98/s320/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry, she only cried the amount of time it took me to unwrap a lollipop and stick in it her mouth. One very sticky baby later, she was happy as a clam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--f90K0BP9I0/TlFneL5L4JI/AAAAAAAACOs/gZ63RXDQzO4/s1600/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643405576358322322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--f90K0BP9I0/TlFneL5L4JI/AAAAAAAACOs/gZ63RXDQzO4/s320/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One ice cream mustache later, she didn't even remember getting them done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKCiGX49xoA/TlFnVdoOtoI/AAAAAAAACOk/uB83hvBHv2A/s1600/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643405426500220546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKCiGX49xoA/TlFnVdoOtoI/AAAAAAAACOk/uB83hvBHv2A/s320/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turns out, she loves Mommy after all. Who knew?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSee5Kc-L1A/TlFldVtvyjI/AAAAAAAACOc/VQX3LW4FM_A/s1600/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643403362791574066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSee5Kc-L1A/TlFldVtvyjI/AAAAAAAACOc/VQX3LW4FM_A/s320/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; San Antonio was fun as always: Sashi and Honey rotated being Ace's best friend. Ace gave everyone "super names" and we role-played all weekend: Batman, Flash, Basketball and Soccer Coach, Sacafwika and many, many more. Thanks for a great time and great mexican food. Love you Honey and Sashi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2077290725304176597?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2077290725304176597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2077290725304176597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2077290725304176597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2077290725304176597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/fast-fun-in-san-antone.html' title='Fast Fun in San Antone!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e69sq_K2usY/TlFn3YDJhTI/AAAAAAAACO8/3k3kIY2hCjI/s72-c/August%2B20%2BWeekend%2BFun%2B048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8825586684443448793</id><published>2011-08-12T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:42:23.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having just finished the kids photo albums from 2010, I was thinking forward to this year's album and wanted to get some mid-year photos of the kids taken for the covers of their 2011 albums. (If I use a pic from Jan, they look so young and if I choose one from December, they look too old. June or July is best, I think.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These faces just make me smile from the INSIDE- OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Innocent, beautiful, sweet, considering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZZFqZ1Vjh0/TkWObCHddvI/AAAAAAAACOU/laVxOcwQsCY/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640070703427188466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZZFqZ1Vjh0/TkWObCHddvI/AAAAAAAACOU/laVxOcwQsCY/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charming, fresh, all-American, darling, loving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsHjCHJAF9c/TkWOVQx1glI/AAAAAAAACOM/ay8qQlVdL0A/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640070604283806290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsHjCHJAF9c/TkWOVQx1glI/AAAAAAAACOM/ay8qQlVdL0A/s320/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squeezable...&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know it looks like Lily Kate has enormous feet with boat shoes on and Ace has no legs...this weird-limb-thing is getting to be a repetitive thing in our house - reference to mantle photo. Not a good thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoPbUQjK16I/TkWOO5AIv2I/AAAAAAAACOE/9YZHRmk8oao/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640070494822121314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoPbUQjK16I/TkWOO5AIv2I/AAAAAAAACOE/9YZHRmk8oao/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the one that B couldn't leave the studio without. My cheap self was only willing to purchase 3 because of the coupons I had. B came to help me wrangle the kids and ended up lighter in the wallet for coming! If I was a good niece, I would have purchased it for her. (Did I mention that I'm terribly cheap? Or just terrible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_OCO78UMI8/TkWOI0DH6iI/AAAAAAAACN8/qe22ps8U094/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640070390413257250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_OCO78UMI8/TkWOI0DH6iI/AAAAAAAACN8/qe22ps8U094/s320/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8825586684443448793?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8825586684443448793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8825586684443448793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8825586684443448793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8825586684443448793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/irresistible.html' title='Irresistible'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZZFqZ1Vjh0/TkWObCHddvI/AAAAAAAACOU/laVxOcwQsCY/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5029210100168600585</id><published>2011-08-07T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T08:41:01.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The praise of others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mothers can just never get enough reassurance when it comes to the question, "Am I raising my kids right?" I have a mountain of immovable bias when it comes to Ace and Lily Kate. It meant so much to get this little note from his summer school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638139455333165602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu_NJ6bidvk/Tj6x9mU_aiI/AAAAAAAACNY/X04yT4ImbVU/s400/teacher%2Bletter.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCc_0cYC2-Y/Tj6wSxX4rNI/AAAAAAAACNQ/YaZoBG8qh1o/s1600/teacher%2Bletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If my love were enough, I know that Ace and Lily Kate would turn out "right." When it comes down to it, I know that the Lord has the right plans to refine them. Thank goodness that (despite my day-to-day acting like I am) someone else is "in charge" as Ace likes to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Anxiety weighs down the heart but a kind word cheers it up." Proverbs 12:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5029210100168600585?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5029210100168600585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5029210100168600585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5029210100168600585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5029210100168600585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/praise-of-others.html' title='The praise of others'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu_NJ6bidvk/Tj6x9mU_aiI/AAAAAAAACNY/X04yT4ImbVU/s72-c/teacher%2Bletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5768875463795914137</id><published>2011-08-06T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:51:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "FINALLY" Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back in May (yes, 3 months ago) we took a vacation with the Gilliams, Bates and Seigles to Disney World. We took a 4-day cruise out of Port Canaveral followed by three days at the themeparks. This trip holds some of the most precious memories we'll ever make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x_96RkJdO4/Tj3B5eMlbrI/AAAAAAAACNA/eFcczQNrg0Y/s1600/05.22.2011%2BKelly%2B%252817%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637875501640281778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x_96RkJdO4/Tj3B5eMlbrI/AAAAAAAACNA/eFcczQNrg0Y/s320/05.22.2011%2BKelly%2B%252817%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I have finally finished my photo album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://app.picaboo.com/WebView/Project.aspx?clientID=ad4d41a0a77003cd0193963ef7f55d06&amp;amp;version=139596&amp;amp;siteID=ViaPreview"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5768875463795914137?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5768875463795914137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5768875463795914137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5768875463795914137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5768875463795914137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-finally-moment.html' title='Another &quot;FINALLY&quot; Moment'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x_96RkJdO4/Tj3B5eMlbrI/AAAAAAAACNA/eFcczQNrg0Y/s72-c/05.22.2011%2BKelly%2B%252817%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8754994896163074364</id><published>2011-08-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T05:37:07.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces and Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This fresh face just MELTS me like a fondue fountain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got a hair cut last night. This is the only cut Mommy can do and it's too hot for anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637346979578376178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmlSjo_hDyY/TjvhNcFj7_I/AAAAAAAACMw/rGl_exOJHXc/s320/soccer%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CAUGHT! Looks like Big Brother's been stealing Little Sister's toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpvP1qBe-Mo/Tjvhf9d0paI/AAAAAAAACM4/cc40jMQ1sxk/s1600/soccer%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637347297776149922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpvP1qBe-Mo/Tjvhf9d0paI/AAAAAAAACM4/cc40jMQ1sxk/s320/soccer%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, I'm still hooked on this scrunchie face. Indulge me for a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohP12P96lQ/Tjvg1sUwCVI/AAAAAAAACMo/mGqjoSsTcY0/s1600/soccer%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637346571620190546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ohP12P96lQ/Tjvg1sUwCVI/AAAAAAAACMo/mGqjoSsTcY0/s320/soccer%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One for Bubba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ZFRh-UwiI/TjvgNwyqFPI/AAAAAAAACMg/_ls0brWrKEY/s1600/soccer%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637345885624603890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ZFRh-UwiI/TjvgNwyqFPI/AAAAAAAACMg/_ls0brWrKEY/s320/soccer%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last one...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qW3rQFgeRug/Tjvf3hio0qI/AAAAAAAACMY/g1oc7knJZLU/s1600/soccer%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637345503573758626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qW3rQFgeRug/Tjvf3hio0qI/AAAAAAAACMY/g1oc7knJZLU/s320/soccer%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One silly face at soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8sZpNR95MM/TjvfjFAuioI/AAAAAAAACMQ/7AGPHXQmOvU/s1600/soccer%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637345152317950594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8sZpNR95MM/TjvfjFAuioI/AAAAAAAACMQ/7AGPHXQmOvU/s320/soccer%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To say "it was hot" was an understatement. Ace was beet red and I poured lots of water over his head at his first soccer practice last night. We brought wet rags we kept in the cooler, popsicles and tons of juice. The sun was just beating on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBEAR-pVRIg/TjvfRm8e5hI/AAAAAAAACMI/HoUlxv11uYU/s1600/soccer%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637344852189308434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBEAR-pVRIg/TjvfRm8e5hI/AAAAAAAACMI/HoUlxv11uYU/s320/soccer%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WjzAaBmrJU/Tjve6tXjMfI/AAAAAAAACMA/yIzFrWgohd8/s1600/soccer%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637344458776457714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WjzAaBmrJU/Tjve6tXjMfI/AAAAAAAACMA/yIzFrWgohd8/s320/soccer%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a great time at soccer practice. Jonathan is the coach! All bias aside, he did a phenomenal job. Even some of the other parents mentioned they were impressed with him. He was friendly, funny and the kids really seemed to love him. He chased them and they chased him. He is such a great Dad and I was blown away at what a great job he did. I never give him enough credit. Shame on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Yes, I know that shin guards are supposed to go UNDER the socks. Ace decided that they made him a superhero and insisted (to put it mildly) on wearing them on the outside. I'm picking my battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8754994896163074364?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8754994896163074364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8754994896163074364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8754994896163074364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8754994896163074364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/faces-and-soccer.html' title='Faces and Soccer'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmlSjo_hDyY/TjvhNcFj7_I/AAAAAAAACMw/rGl_exOJHXc/s72-c/soccer%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1708210822993978579</id><published>2011-08-04T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T03:33:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Yearbooks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it is AUGUST and I am only now ordering Ace and Lily Kate's 2010 Yearbooks. I waited until Picaboo ran their 40% off special and saved over $80 yippee! Here are links to their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.picaboo.com/WebView/Project.aspx?clientID=cf8c67c2309ee1887601ce42e27e5a99&amp;amp;version=138704&amp;amp;siteID=ViaPreview"&gt;Ace's book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.picaboo.com/WebView/Project.aspx?clientID=12863c5d40585ce381475dc52fdf7c84&amp;amp;version=138701&amp;amp;siteID=ViaPreview"&gt;Lily Kate's book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books are seriously my treasures and I can't wait to get them in the mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1708210822993978579?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1708210822993978579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1708210822993978579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1708210822993978579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1708210822993978579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/08/2010-yearbooks.html' title='2010 Yearbooks!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-604244613971543158</id><published>2011-07-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:25:21.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's FirstBirthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDxT9x9XFWw/TjWpJS8A4WI/AAAAAAAACL4/sYGhRzX7SaU/s1600/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252826%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635596485891514722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDxT9x9XFWw/TjWpJS8A4WI/AAAAAAAACL4/sYGhRzX7SaU/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252826%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave in and let Lily Kate turn one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635593583587251602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQxnzkW8XI8/TjWmgXAwVZI/AAAAAAAACLg/fTwQbHgVsnc/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;Despite the fact I said we weren't doing anything big, the decorations kind of got out of hand. We went for a Pixie Hollow look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635593393486529650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMJsOhDwbrw/TjWmVS1NhHI/AAAAAAAACLY/fP7uuEmrlzY/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%25287%2529.jpg" /&gt; Lizzy, in one of the Tinkerbell movies, thought fairies only ate sweets so we had plenty to go around (guests were invited to make their own mix to take home as a 'thank you').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635592956079399906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faKvlQUUpe0/TjWl71XOY-I/AAAAAAAACLI/O3tm9l32sTw/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt; Having just ONE cake wouldn't do. All of the fairies made an appearance. (Seriously, these came from Walmart and tasted amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635592597867739442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eddgCPqUF3I/TjWlm-66OTI/AAAAAAAACLA/G2U14LTO44M/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252829%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got an extra Tinkerbell for Lily Kate's smash cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635595891670777234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6cnU2O2CfI/TjWomtSv_ZI/AAAAAAAACLw/kpl_veMq028/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252832%2529.jpg" /&gt; I think I could have just blown up a few balloons and Lily would have been just as delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635592310693075474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzTCTQDnIOM/TjWlWRHImhI/AAAAAAAACK4/zYYe0XJAddw/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252844%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635592138465549458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TX19hDuyLbk/TjWlMPg5HJI/AAAAAAAACKw/pdYrObKSBhY/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252845%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember enjoying the time Ace ate his first birthday cake. Lily's first birthday cake was so entertaining. She almost went through the whole thing before any of us took it away because we had such fun watching her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591815045559346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhssDYBY3t0/TjWk5arjtDI/AAAAAAAACKo/2frr33C5HH8/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252883%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got a bath mid-party after the state she was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591593847092770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFWPXFBXbvA/TjWksipu9iI/AAAAAAAACKg/PXWuiU5RqdQ/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%2528111%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful birthday girl with Gabby and Pops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635591212848932706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDoc0Ckh0M0/TjWkWXUsZ2I/AAAAAAAACKY/fBlsgW49OSY/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%2528151%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you everyone who came, helped and celebrated the sweetest, messiest birthday girl in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635593145059279794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vrDb959PFnU/TjWmG1Xig7I/AAAAAAAACLQ/0gB4H99h_K0/s320/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt; P.S. Credits also must go to my amazingly talented husband. Jonathan made fajitas, bacon-wrapped mango shrimp and some pretty darn good guacamole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never tell anyone that we are "planning a small party" again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4722717401968762734-604244613971543158?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/604244613971543158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=604244613971543158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/604244613971543158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/604244613971543158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/lilys-firstbirthday-party.html' title='Lily&apos;s FirstBirthday Party'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDxT9x9XFWw/TjWpJS8A4WI/AAAAAAAACL4/sYGhRzX7SaU/s72-c/07.30.2011%2Bparty%2B%252826%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-488198754133734645</id><published>2011-07-29T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T06:08:56.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lily Kate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate is one today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaP-w1u0_Jc/TjKwFRmpHxI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TO2lUo8V5Wc/s1600/LK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634759688465227538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaP-w1u0_Jc/TjKwFRmpHxI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TO2lUo8V5Wc/s320/LK3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That means we've had one year of her priceless smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVtWqrR6kUk/TjKwB7JMLNI/AAAAAAAACKI/A_IGPy7xnyo/s1600/LK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634759630896508114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVtWqrR6kUk/TjKwB7JMLNI/AAAAAAAACKI/A_IGPy7xnyo/s320/LK2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and one year of more happiness than we knew before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIx7ooRZuAg/TjKv-Gyz3lI/AAAAAAAACKA/npyZtiVjUOs/s1600/LK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634759565304389202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIx7ooRZuAg/TjKv-Gyz3lI/AAAAAAAACKA/npyZtiVjUOs/s320/LK1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and one year of irreplaceable memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I love this little muffin top! She is the cherry on top of my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thrilled to celebrate her all day and weekend long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-488198754133734645?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/488198754133734645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=488198754133734645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/488198754133734645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/488198754133734645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-lily-kate.html' title='Happy Birthday Lily Kate!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaP-w1u0_Jc/TjKwFRmpHxI/AAAAAAAACKQ/TO2lUo8V5Wc/s72-c/LK3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1819249632197343471</id><published>2011-07-27T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T06:04:29.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate made the switch to whole milk just a week shy of her first birthday. She LOVES her bottle. If we walk by a bottle or I take an empty one downstairs without giving it to her, she gets very cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7Xy0LxrVus/TjAMFxsbRII/AAAAAAAACJ4/RsMJ6khC-04/s1600/swim%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634016427219043458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7Xy0LxrVus/TjAMFxsbRII/AAAAAAAACJ4/RsMJ6khC-04/s320/swim%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've been working on her holding it by herself. Every once in a while, Ace gets in on the action but he really only succeeds in smushing it on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bICt_1bjR8w/TjAL7E5dGHI/AAAAAAAACJw/s6VYodnn0Ok/s1600/swim%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634016243395401842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bICt_1bjR8w/TjAL7E5dGHI/AAAAAAAACJw/s6VYodnn0Ok/s320/swim%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is new for me because once Ace was finished nursing we didn't go on to the bottle. I'm grateful that she'll sit still in my lap to take it (the only snuggling I get from her).&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/4722717401968762734-1819249632197343471?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1819249632197343471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1819249632197343471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1819249632197343471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1819249632197343471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/bottle-baby.html' title='Bottle Baby'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7Xy0LxrVus/TjAMFxsbRII/AAAAAAAACJ4/RsMJ6khC-04/s72-c/swim%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5536997137656299532</id><published>2011-07-20T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T04:32:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally jumped in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClqJjndjvNQ/Tia5ev3a1TI/AAAAAAAACJo/7M8LVTZCD_0/s1600/swim%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631392321969509682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClqJjndjvNQ/Tia5ev3a1TI/AAAAAAAACJo/7M8LVTZCD_0/s320/swim%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, for whoever doesn't know, I am crazy with the kids around water. I don't know what happens to me. I just get overcome with anxiety and am VERY strict about nobody taking the kids to a pool except for Jonathan or me. (I've never known anyone whose drown or had a terrifying experience in the water. I don't know why I am this way.) Thank goodness Jonathan was a lifeguard or I may not even let HIM take the kids to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;So, it is a lot for me to stay out of the pool and let someone else be in it with one of the most precious people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Enter...Ms. Halle.&lt;br /&gt;Blowing Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_HGEaY91BY/Tia5TUtuO1I/AAAAAAAACJg/RYxWpIGgTrg/s1600/swim%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631392125702519634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_HGEaY91BY/Tia5TUtuO1I/AAAAAAAACJg/RYxWpIGgTrg/s320/swim%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starfish Floating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is constantly telling her what they should do next and what he doesn't want to do. He has been called "bossy britches" a lot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631391786872540722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovZ2ikhnBVI/Tia4_meXDjI/AAAAAAAACJQ/1khengZEoc0/s320/swim%2B002.jpg" /&gt; Time for the kickboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ace persuading Ms. Halle that it's time for playing and not a swimming lesson. He just jab, jab, jabs in the pool. I think she'll be teaching him to hold his breath just to get him to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631391581017667314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yf5ufVZyzME/Tia4znmu9vI/AAAAAAAACJI/5oQUwWDSt14/s320/swim%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A happy spectator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631391957490873362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9kv0kB8Xv0/Tia5JiE8NBI/AAAAAAAACJY/HcPEkesdbHg/s320/swim%2B003.jpg" /&gt; And if you haven't heard the story already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After saying "hello" the second thing Ace said to Ms. Halle was, "Why are you brown?" After she said, "I don't know" and I said, "God made her that way" he followed up with, "I wanted you to be peach." I don't know WHERE this came from! His BEST friend at Mother's Day Out this past year was "brown" as Ace says it. We have talked so much in the past about how God makes you one way or another, including our color. I...wanted...to...die. She kind of laughed it off. Hopefully Ace will redeem himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank the LORD when we went to our second swim lesson last night he didn't bring it up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5536997137656299532?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5536997137656299532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5536997137656299532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5536997137656299532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5536997137656299532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClqJjndjvNQ/Tia5ev3a1TI/AAAAAAAACJo/7M8LVTZCD_0/s72-c/swim%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4862015104717050936</id><published>2011-07-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:33:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't have much going on around here lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Lily's adventure with donuts this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fZN_nfFnF0/Th8LrbJajII/AAAAAAAACIw/gCGPZRmTfD4/s1600/onon%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629230899885935746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fZN_nfFnF0/Th8LrbJajII/AAAAAAAACIw/gCGPZRmTfD4/s320/onon%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stink face. I'm still not tired of getting her to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx1YUuAA4Ow/Th8Lh8TIxaI/AAAAAAAACIo/wMlIQgiuB5c/s1600/onon%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629230736986391970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx1YUuAA4Ow/Th8Lh8TIxaI/AAAAAAAACIo/wMlIQgiuB5c/s320/onon%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VWvfpvj9V8/Th8LahgaiNI/AAAAAAAACIg/8pXfDx7g47Q/s1600/onon%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629230609535240402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VWvfpvj9V8/Th8LahgaiNI/AAAAAAAACIg/8pXfDx7g47Q/s320/onon%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were protected by Optimus/ Batman/ Cowboy with his arms of brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K6IUgiWlrw/Th8LQx9R40I/AAAAAAAACIY/QlyjiY9UPr8/s1600/onon%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629230442152584002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K6IUgiWlrw/Th8LQx9R40I/AAAAAAAACIY/QlyjiY9UPr8/s320/onon%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naked time under the play table with crayons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't get better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwtfMC56XGk/Th8LFcFylCI/AAAAAAAACIQ/uvnF1sT7cOY/s1600/onon%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629230247304139810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwtfMC56XGk/Th8LFcFylCI/AAAAAAAACIQ/uvnF1sT7cOY/s320/onon%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. Not much going on. I love these lazy summer days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4862015104717050936?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4862015104717050936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4862015104717050936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4862015104717050936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4862015104717050936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-much-going-on.html' title='Not much going on'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fZN_nfFnF0/Th8LrbJajII/AAAAAAAACIw/gCGPZRmTfD4/s72-c/onon%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3744203197550544257</id><published>2011-07-05T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:39:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun but no Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could you NOT have fun over a long weekend with these two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8HKWL8VLs4/ThM9IQOvA3I/AAAAAAAACII/d5mfhOejJZY/s1600/GW%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625907571520897906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8HKWL8VLs4/ThM9IQOvA3I/AAAAAAAACII/d5mfhOejJZY/s320/GW%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate was in a great mood all weekend. She was getting all of the attention she loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-536KVQuw17M/ThM7qOinSAI/AAAAAAAACIA/1YGP9RFVmMk/s1600/GW%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625905956159703042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-536KVQuw17M/ThM7qOinSAI/AAAAAAAACIA/1YGP9RFVmMk/s320/GW%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was mischevous, as always. Jonathan and I took him to see Transformers 3. It was fun just to focus on him for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmsrFPnW-4I/ThM69dLVNrI/AAAAAAAACH4/wz1EGYxUcI8/s1600/GW%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625905186994468530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmsrFPnW-4I/ThM69dLVNrI/AAAAAAAACH4/wz1EGYxUcI8/s320/GW%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her "up-to-no-good" face. Don't worry, after a few knocks, she knows how to get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvF5hAZPRhI/ThM6w7BhA_I/AAAAAAAACHw/z-FdGWW0vmY/s1600/GW%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625904971668063218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvF5hAZPRhI/ThM6w7BhA_I/AAAAAAAACHw/z-FdGWW0vmY/s320/GW%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I worked on the kids' photo albums all weekend (trying to catch up on 2010 still) and Ace was content to lay in my office like this. He is just so sweet. He just wants to be close to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn3rIHBOflQ/ThM6jCpEgWI/AAAAAAAACHo/prJ4HYiqHqo/s1600/GW%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625904733194846562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn3rIHBOflQ/ThM6jCpEgWI/AAAAAAAACHo/prJ4HYiqHqo/s320/GW%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3744203197550544257?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3744203197550544257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3744203197550544257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3744203197550544257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3744203197550544257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-but-no-fireworks.html' title='Fun but no Fireworks'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8HKWL8VLs4/ThM9IQOvA3I/AAAAAAAACII/d5mfhOejJZY/s72-c/GW%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4645314420698519239</id><published>2011-06-29T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T04:55:33.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky &amp; Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate has turned into the biggest mimick! She will parrot noises, copy faces and do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; her big brother does. Don't get me wrong, this little girl has a personality all her own but it is waaaaay fun trying to get her to duplicate whatever we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my FAVORITE face. I guess I was giving her a real enthusiastic smile one day and she liked it so much she tried it on her own. Now, whenever I do it she copies me and it's hilarious. (I also love how you can see all of her teeth in this picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKSC4GheFZg/TgsRjcxN-uI/AAAAAAAACHg/-YRJLO3KTPQ/s1600/06.29%2Blow%2Bqual-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623607860417919714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKSC4GheFZg/TgsRjcxN-uI/AAAAAAAACHg/-YRJLO3KTPQ/s400/06.29%2Blow%2Bqual-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not to be outshone. This jelly bean HAS to have his picture taken whenever his little sis is getting hers. So this is his sweet face during dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5cJTbmFDOg/TgsQ_ZRROcI/AAAAAAAACHU/rT6IVNXXeNA/s1600/06.29%2Blow%2Bqual-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623607241003317698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5cJTbmFDOg/TgsQ_ZRROcI/AAAAAAAACHU/rT6IVNXXeNA/s400/06.29%2Blow%2Bqual-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I had a dollar for every ounce of joy these faces give me...I could wipe out the national debt. Oh no, better stop before I get my soap box out. Too much AM radio for me lately.&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/4722717401968762734-4645314420698519239?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4645314420698519239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4645314420698519239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4645314420698519239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4645314420698519239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/stinky-sweet.html' title='Stinky &amp; Sweet'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKSC4GheFZg/TgsRjcxN-uI/AAAAAAAACHg/-YRJLO3KTPQ/s72-c/06.29%2Blow%2Bqual-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1389324246276104585</id><published>2011-06-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:55:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney (Ace)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fresh-faced, little man had such a GREAT time at Disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a few of his smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Pluto on the cruiseboat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Awp2_FChwE/TfKB5_nxrfI/AAAAAAAACHE/FJCkHeYgAmI/s1600/Ace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616694518615223794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Awp2_FChwE/TfKB5_nxrfI/AAAAAAAACHE/FJCkHeYgAmI/s320/Ace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Sashi and Honey on Day 1 of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0Xn9V1zDmY/TfKAuRZvIxI/AAAAAAAACG8/14MXruVRh3Q/s1600/Ace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616693217718117138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0Xn9V1zDmY/TfKAuRZvIxI/AAAAAAAACG8/14MXruVRh3Q/s320/Ace4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing his "sweet boy" pose on a throne on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Lele for the awesome Woody costume.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEZ4mzxFUe4/TfKAH5jX8PI/AAAAAAAACG0/CIKkZwtC4pw/s1600/Ace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616692558481060082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEZ4mzxFUe4/TfKAH5jX8PI/AAAAAAAACG0/CIKkZwtC4pw/s320/Ace2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brookelyn got buried and sculpted as a mermaid. Not to be left behind, Ace became a caterpiller (we kind of had no idea what other thing we could make him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhJfxW7j6bo/TfJ_gcHOq2I/AAAAAAAACGs/ymNws9GMYuU/s1600/Ace%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616691880563485538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhJfxW7j6bo/TfJ_gcHOq2I/AAAAAAAACGs/ymNws9GMYuU/s320/Ace%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had this candy necklace eaten in no time flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to0qAK2PQfI/TfJ-937B5TI/AAAAAAAACGk/Ar_uS5ribQA/s1600/Ace3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616691286733088050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to0qAK2PQfI/TfJ-937B5TI/AAAAAAAACGk/Ar_uS5ribQA/s320/Ace3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lookin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8uDhF5k5V0/TfJ9-zdBv2I/AAAAAAAACGc/Xy4QkxZUUAs/s1600/Ace5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616690203201748834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8uDhF5k5V0/TfJ9-zdBv2I/AAAAAAAACGc/Xy4QkxZUUAs/s320/Ace5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed at the All Star Movie Resort after we got off the cruise. This was a cute picture spot outside our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HDM5P0H57c/TfJ8HLfi6II/AAAAAAAACGU/IXNENuOo9sU/s1600/Ace7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616688148070459522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HDM5P0H57c/TfJ8HLfi6II/AAAAAAAACGU/IXNENuOo9sU/s320/Ace7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these boys. This was the last picture we took at the parks as we left Epcot and headed to catch the bus and our airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuLBm3RphXE/TfJ7ws8ugNI/AAAAAAAACGM/WUjiOgQwMkk/s1600/Ace8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616687761914233042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuLBm3RphXE/TfJ7ws8ugNI/AAAAAAAACGM/WUjiOgQwMkk/s320/Ace8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Meme used to take us on fabulous trips before she passed away. This vacation was totally in her honor and I think she would relish how much fun we all had. The last night in our hotel, there was a Mickey Mouse cookie jar and cooking utensils in our room with a note from Meme. A perfect ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1389324246276104585?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1389324246276104585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1389324246276104585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1389324246276104585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1389324246276104585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/disney-ace.html' title='Disney (Ace)'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Awp2_FChwE/TfKB5_nxrfI/AAAAAAAACHE/FJCkHeYgAmI/s72-c/Ace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-6572815127705988406</id><published>2011-06-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:12:42.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney (Lily Kate)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over 700 photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few of my favorites of Lily Kate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the airport, waiting to board the plane to Orlando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i163OrMtZeA/Te-bYdUvOyI/AAAAAAAACF4/iFtfLraXGeg/s1600/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%25289%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615878104845073186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i163OrMtZeA/Te-bYdUvOyI/AAAAAAAACF4/iFtfLraXGeg/s320/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%25289%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the hotel with Sashi and Honey. I think Lily Kate learned to wave on this trip and loved this picture that captured that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfJKU5oD4NI/Te-bNnmiH6I/AAAAAAAACFw/jmxMv3WBhpU/s1600/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%252818%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615877918625505186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfJKU5oD4NI/Te-bNnmiH6I/AAAAAAAACFw/jmxMv3WBhpU/s320/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%252818%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful, beach baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04BhmmffpU0/Te-bBKaqOrI/AAAAAAAACFo/DtcWqF5H2Lg/s1600/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%252847%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615877704632646322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04BhmmffpU0/Te-bBKaqOrI/AAAAAAAACFo/DtcWqF5H2Lg/s320/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%252847%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dressed like Tinkerbell in the Atrium of our cruiseboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcoMFeSRFCw/Te-a2tmylLI/AAAAAAAACFg/8-tM-HpELY8/s1600/05.22.2011%2BKelly%2B%252853%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615877525100205234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcoMFeSRFCw/Te-a2tmylLI/AAAAAAAACFg/8-tM-HpELY8/s320/05.22.2011%2BKelly%2B%252853%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With her eyepatch for Pirate Night on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa5ogWoEpKU/Te-acXAXLGI/AAAAAAAACFY/i_47BaPFPI8/s1600/05.24.2011%2BKelly%2B%2528137%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615877072356846690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa5ogWoEpKU/Te-acXAXLGI/AAAAAAAACFY/i_47BaPFPI8/s320/05.24.2011%2BKelly%2B%2528137%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We cracked up because Lily Kate wanted her leg propped everywhere she sat (highchairs and strollers). She takes after her Daddy and doesn't sit very ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZrldVawN2E/Te-aSwfuRlI/AAAAAAAACFQ/pdcLN1M_n3I/s1600/05.25.2011%2BKelly%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876907400578642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZrldVawN2E/Te-aSwfuRlI/AAAAAAAACFQ/pdcLN1M_n3I/s320/05.25.2011%2BKelly%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She won the first heat of the diaper dash but lost in the final. Honey and Jonathan TOTALLY cheated by dragging food and jewelry down the race lanes - her two favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTl0PJm-opk/Te-aIb_eLcI/AAAAAAAACFI/KZQnFYUQbiE/s1600/05.25.2011%2BKelly%2B%252836%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876730097905090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTl0PJm-opk/Te-aIb_eLcI/AAAAAAAACFI/KZQnFYUQbiE/s320/05.25.2011%2BKelly%2B%252836%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXnBS_S2P4g/Te-Z9VNfqUI/AAAAAAAACFA/exiQuebIudw/s1600/05.25.2011%2BKelly%2B%252873%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876539299113282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXnBS_S2P4g/Te-Z9VNfqUI/AAAAAAAACFA/exiQuebIudw/s320/05.25.2011%2BKelly%2B%252873%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Daddy in Animal Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpx6TZqZNBU/Te-ZyNpwDKI/AAAAAAAACE4/8c4BKUcbfTI/s1600/05.26.2011%2BKelly%2B%252846%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876348291583138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpx6TZqZNBU/Te-ZyNpwDKI/AAAAAAAACE4/8c4BKUcbfTI/s320/05.26.2011%2BKelly%2B%252846%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are so many more photos of her that I love but these are the highlights. (A note about the hot-pink, flower headband...yes, she wore it a lot. I made it before the cruise and it had a Mickey silhouette in the middle and we certainly got our mileage out of it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-6572815127705988406?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6572815127705988406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=6572815127705988406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6572815127705988406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6572815127705988406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/06/disney-lily-kate.html' title='Disney (Lily Kate)'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i163OrMtZeA/Te-bYdUvOyI/AAAAAAAACF4/iFtfLraXGeg/s72-c/05.21.2011%2BKelly%2B%25289%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2654602290087616656</id><published>2011-05-19T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:43:03.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Cupcake Girls' Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, the Cupcakes headed to Alabama for a good ol' Southern time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQCWY8JbPgY/TdUOtexvCDI/AAAAAAAACAc/spbJw3TM_Sw/s1600/GW2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608405085478389810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQCWY8JbPgY/TdUOtexvCDI/AAAAAAAACAc/spbJw3TM_Sw/s400/GW2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are a zillion more pictures that I don't have time to upload. Suffice it to say that it was such a memorable weekend. Melissa (back row center) and Candice (on my right) planned a fantastic weekend of yoga, painting (glimpse a sample in the bottom right corner), horseback riding and training, yummy food and cute shopping. I am always amazed at how refreshed I feel after a weekend of unconditional love and abundant encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When poopy diapers and financial statements overwhelm me, I am going to close my eyes and return to a quiet morning yoga session where the breeze rustled the trees, the birds chirped, the water tinkled and friends laughed...oh, and, of course, the camera clicked. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group is such a treasured blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2654602290087616656?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2654602290087616656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2654602290087616656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2654602290087616656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2654602290087616656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/2011-cupcake-girls-weekend.html' title='2011 Cupcake Girls&apos; Weekend'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQCWY8JbPgY/TdUOtexvCDI/AAAAAAAACAc/spbJw3TM_Sw/s72-c/GW2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7446762516534824702</id><published>2011-05-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:11:51.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Turns (TURNED) Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally cop to the fact that I found the idea for Ace's 4th birthday party on a friend's blog (Thanks Em!). We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Superhero Training Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hardly took any pictures and the ones I did take were AWFUL. (New camera, here I come.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved the invitations. I found these cute portfolios which looked like covert operative's folders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603716900574762274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3ZsJZQNi4Y/TcRm1NCclSI/AAAAAAAACAA/CiPlL9bhP1Q/s320/scan0002.jpg" /&gt; They opened to reveal the training camp details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603716778649887746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--K9WP_OlFy0/TcRmuG1SpAI/AAAAAAAAB_4/xf-cyqZu9n4/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bunch of signs at each training station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They had to make a cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They brought their cape to me and got shut into the phone booth to become superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6K6CbaS9kk/TcRk2-vfN5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/ihItiWMkTZQ/s1600/parties%2B126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603714732073629586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6K6CbaS9kk/TcRk2-vfN5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/ihItiWMkTZQ/s320/parties%2B126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a door cut out of the back of the phonebooth where I changed them into their cape and gave them their superhero mask. I've had numerous comments from moms since then that they haven't been able to get the capes off the kids. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb6Gry873K8/TcRkm8joQ4I/AAAAAAAAB_o/_NqapZQxSHM/s1600/parties%2B128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603714456609112962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb6Gry873K8/TcRkm8joQ4I/AAAAAAAAB_o/_NqapZQxSHM/s320/parties%2B128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. They had to shoot down the bad guys out of the windows. (We cut windows out of some wardrobe boxes we painted and set some toy soldiers up that they could shoot with water guns.) Ace will tell you that this was his favorite part of the party. It was water gun mania most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GOLMtkLvoY/TcRkffJiuNI/AAAAAAAAB_g/P4uSF-JHAEE/s1600/parties%2B130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603714328455985362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GOLMtkLvoY/TcRkffJiuNI/AAAAAAAAB_g/P4uSF-JHAEE/s320/parties%2B130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. They had to rescue babies. I drew babies on some hard boiled eggs and they had to carry them in a spoon around and back to the beginning without dropping them. All I can say is that it's a good thing these kids aren't in charge of rescue ops. My boiled eggs were pretty smashed up by the end of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bINchMtlAMs/TcRkWm3ec2I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qAmOXMHVmNU/s1600/parties%2B133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603714175908868962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bINchMtlAMs/TcRkWm3ec2I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qAmOXMHVmNU/s320/parties%2B133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. The kids got to throw a pie plate with whip cream in "the bad guy's" face. My dad ran around the party smashing cascarones (eggs filled with confetti) on all the kids heads. He was our villian. The kids LOVED throwing pie in his face. They all went back three and four times. He was a GREAT sport and was a huge hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF6ez9HSQ98/TcRj0PeSEJI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/ssn0e6JANEw/s1600/parties%2B138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713585513631890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF6ez9HSQ98/TcRj0PeSEJI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/ssn0e6JANEw/s320/parties%2B138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other stations I didn't photograph:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. They had to shoot bazookas through two hanging hula hoops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. They had to walk the balance beam and punch out two bop bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. They had to throw ping pong balls into buckets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. We had a bunch of cardboard bricks that they were supposed to build up and knock down but (as is typical of ALL Ace's birthdays) we had some extreme weather (wind this time) and there was no way those blocks would have stayed put. As it was, everything was staked and duct-taped in place.&lt;br /&gt;At each station, there was a bag of adhesive-backed felt stars that they could stick onto their capes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace insisted on a Transformers cake (scream! I didn't even get a picture of it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC-qNGmzj3Y/TcRjr4SOQsI/AAAAAAAAB_I/VCrk86N_Kuk/s1600/parties%2B146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713441850081986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cC-qNGmzj3Y/TcRjr4SOQsI/AAAAAAAAB_I/VCrk86N_Kuk/s320/parties%2B146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10. They had to find three balls marked with a black "X" in the bounce house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ace's friend Claire is my hope for Lily Kate. She knocked around with the best of the boys and her bow didn't even MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-VnrU8bWz8/TcRjhWgxXII/AAAAAAAAB_A/n8L4zVGdego/s1600/parties%2B148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603713260985605250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-VnrU8bWz8/TcRjhWgxXII/AAAAAAAAB_A/n8L4zVGdego/s320/parties%2B148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was totally pooped after it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603712538435986162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv79TDCjVkA/TcRi3SzhIvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/W3xrsi2qcNI/s320/parties%2B149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our little miss had a special outfit too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603712853063697378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMXQO266yeI/TcRjJm4nA-I/AAAAAAAAB-4/ohvM5C5YymU/s320/parties%2B112.jpg" /&gt; It may have been 30 hours of prep for a one-hour party but it was all worth it when I went to Mom's Night at school on Thursday and on the wall they had asked the kids why they loved their mommies. On Ace's, he had told the teacher "because she plans my birthday party."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7446762516534824702?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7446762516534824702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7446762516534824702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7446762516534824702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7446762516534824702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/ace-turns-turned-four.html' title='Ace Turns (TURNED) Four!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3ZsJZQNi4Y/TcRm1NCclSI/AAAAAAAACAA/CiPlL9bhP1Q/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-6694438038195484419</id><published>2011-05-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:55:28.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a thousand photos of our Royal Wedding party last Friday but I've narrowed them down for this post. This is what happens when three over-planners get together for an event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt B took care of the decorations. We had photos of Westminster Abbey, the north door where the guests entered and Buckingham Palace around the room. We used her gorgeous china and golden flatware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_epXPqMJvuY/TcAut4qf34I/AAAAAAAAB-U/YYJN912wFRg/s1600/parties%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602529302288523138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_epXPqMJvuY/TcAut4qf34I/AAAAAAAAB-U/YYJN912wFRg/s200/parties%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were up and dressed by 1:30am. Honey provided our outfits, jewelry and tiaras. She printed materials that detailed the route, the guest list, etiquette and even the program followed by the wedding guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yj9L8JmaAa0/TcAunRGZ8KI/AAAAAAAAB-M/AME7dxTC1uc/s1600/parties%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602529188588941474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yj9L8JmaAa0/TcAunRGZ8KI/AAAAAAAAB-M/AME7dxTC1uc/s200/parties%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a photo of our table. I did most of the cooking and printed Prince William's royal seal on our menus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g15K6umTneI/TcAufBdOT1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/ZKzBGXhPrsA/s1600/parties%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602529046950727506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g15K6umTneI/TcAufBdOT1I/AAAAAAAAB-E/ZKzBGXhPrsA/s200/parties%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt B had pillows made with the royal wedding invitation printed on them. It WAS 1:30 in the morning and I put mine to serious use even though I had on 10 pounds of jewelry and an impossibly ruffled dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBNr3cYgnLI/TcAuaF0m_CI/AAAAAAAAB98/kHMQtAxCyoU/s1600/parties%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528962223209506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBNr3cYgnLI/TcAuaF0m_CI/AAAAAAAAB98/kHMQtAxCyoU/s200/parties%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hung a photo of the balcony at Buckingham Palace in the doorway to our gameroom and pretended we were standing with the royal family. Yes, Lily Kate was also awake in the wee hours of the morning. I figured she'd thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN-f5TMSZZ0/TcAuNSlmGsI/AAAAAAAAB90/zg8Sg_vPW2k/s1600/parties%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528742311598786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN-f5TMSZZ0/TcAuNSlmGsI/AAAAAAAAB90/zg8Sg_vPW2k/s200/parties%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even wore a fascinator (with a peacock feather).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uynunrmzK44/TcAuExPV8XI/AAAAAAAAB9s/9XdpAwVd8oc/s1600/parties%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528595920941426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uynunrmzK44/TcAuExPV8XI/AAAAAAAAB9s/9XdpAwVd8oc/s200/parties%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast: Union Jack pizza, streaky rashers, chocolate chip scones and clotted cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWgqLqN4M5A/TcAt9mctOoI/AAAAAAAAB9k/zQ5fbDj6olo/s1600/parties%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528472765119106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWgqLqN4M5A/TcAt9mctOoI/AAAAAAAAB9k/zQ5fbDj6olo/s200/parties%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch: Bangers and mash hand pies &amp;amp; bubbles and squeak (and diet coke...we broke from english tradition and added ice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRpXS2pwk7A/TcAt1fdXc2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/OrkabXureGM/s1600/parties%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528333449884514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRpXS2pwk7A/TcAt1fdXc2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/OrkabXureGM/s200/parties%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom had a wedding cake made. Although the actual cake was a fruit cake, we substituted a strawberry filling. Note the awesome cake topper and poster of Will and Kate in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7hI0Fsw-Do/TcAtu6JHioI/AAAAAAAAB9U/Y9vmCG7a4lQ/s1600/parties%2B060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528220353628802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7hI0Fsw-Do/TcAtu6JHioI/AAAAAAAAB9U/Y9vmCG7a4lQ/s200/parties%2B060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tea time: Sausage breads, BLT and chicken salad sandwiches, cheese and olive balls, cinnamon pickles, summer sausage rolls, salt &amp;amp; vinegar chex mix, assorted biscuits &amp;amp; sweets, cheddar dill scones, cinnamon pecans and cupcakes decorate to look like the sapphire engagement ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJA_EG8qStM/TcAtnwsslGI/AAAAAAAAB9M/HltSyHunOcI/s1600/parties%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602528097559417954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJA_EG8qStM/TcAtnwsslGI/AAAAAAAAB9M/HltSyHunOcI/s200/parties%2B066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honey make a chocolate biscuit cake just like William's groom's cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lvc5PsdnjYM/TcAteaHic8I/AAAAAAAAB9E/r9O9Ur4l5Ss/s1600/parties%2B072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602527936879162306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lvc5PsdnjYM/TcAteaHic8I/AAAAAAAAB9E/r9O9Ur4l5Ss/s200/parties%2B072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After resting up and an early morning T-ball game, the girls went to the Royal Tea Room. We sported all of our jewels and our royal sashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAWigVui37k/TcAtWldGRbI/AAAAAAAAB88/aqpqZQWp5o0/s1600/parties%2B077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602527802483426738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAWigVui37k/TcAtWldGRbI/AAAAAAAAB88/aqpqZQWp5o0/s200/parties%2B077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got some stares but could have cared less!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rELjr0GB9IY/TcAtOvtj0SI/AAAAAAAAB80/Ay-pbO1y8QE/s1600/parties%2B082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602527667797872930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rELjr0GB9IY/TcAtOvtj0SI/AAAAAAAAB80/Ay-pbO1y8QE/s200/parties%2B082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One last photo of us in all of our regalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYkdpazHVHM/TcAtE7VVEdI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ID3hf5FBdkM/s1600/parties%2B099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602527499118776786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYkdpazHVHM/TcAtE7VVEdI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ID3hf5FBdkM/s200/parties%2B099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were so many gifts and memories a-flying. It's hard to fit into one post. Honey made us house slippers with diamond crowns on them and bought us a commemorative paperweight. Aunt B gave us royal magnifying glasses that we used to follow our programs and made us placecards at the table. I may have to fit more details into another post if I can find the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun day of memories and I'm so glad that Lily Kate got to experience it with us. She will either inherit the obsession or roll her eyes at us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-6694438038195484419?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6694438038195484419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=6694438038195484419' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6694438038195484419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6694438038195484419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding-festivities.html' title='The Royal Wedding Festivities'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_epXPqMJvuY/TcAut4qf34I/AAAAAAAAB-U/YYJN912wFRg/s72-c/parties%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-6329930204959048419</id><published>2011-04-27T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:01:10.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two clean up pretty snazzy-like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQpbG_E7C7M/Tbg8ysQrOkI/AAAAAAAAB8k/dgHLdP1Hy9s/s1600/easter%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600292978207439426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQpbG_E7C7M/Tbg8ysQrOkI/AAAAAAAAB8k/dgHLdP1Hy9s/s320/easter%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate has a killer pair of baby blues. Her hair is growing a lot and I'm testing it daily for the time when we can clip bows into it...until then, her assortment of headbands is continuing to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tk3knEND0Nc/Tbg8p7sPwhI/AAAAAAAAB8c/LGXinJ9qMJs/s1600/easter%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600292827730788882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tk3knEND0Nc/Tbg8p7sPwhI/AAAAAAAAB8c/LGXinJ9qMJs/s320/easter%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cotton-candy fingers add to his sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEHmYKTICOE/Tbg8j8SnFQI/AAAAAAAAB8U/930o3fI31T4/s1600/easter%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600292724812485890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEHmYKTICOE/Tbg8j8SnFQI/AAAAAAAAB8U/930o3fI31T4/s320/easter%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my best to tell Ace the real story of Easter and not confuse him that the fact that Jesus was tortured and put on a cross to die is a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; thing. Now, when he goes down for his nap he wants "that Jesus story where he kicks death's hiney."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-6329930204959048419?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6329930204959048419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=6329930204959048419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6329930204959048419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6329930204959048419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-beauties.html' title='Easter Beauties'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQpbG_E7C7M/Tbg8ysQrOkI/AAAAAAAAB8k/dgHLdP1Hy9s/s72-c/easter%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5961898436439435372</id><published>2011-04-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T06:04:54.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a moment this morning. One of those "smelling the roses" moments where I'm thankful for every second that ticks by. I saw these little cleats on the stairs: a sign of a healthy little boy wish sunshine in his hair and energy to power cities. Also a sign of someone who loves his routine and is following directions by taking his shoes off when he comes in and putting them on the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpN-qSMgdI/TbbA3ai9JyI/AAAAAAAAB8M/Q2D-um18cVk/s1600/easter%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599875244933064482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpN-qSMgdI/TbbA3ai9JyI/AAAAAAAAB8M/Q2D-um18cVk/s400/easter%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little moments are what I'm relishing:&lt;br /&gt;A laugh and a toot at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Ace's dimple when he's trying to get out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;The way Lily Kate smells like her nighttime lotion when I wake her in the morning&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy will you come wipe my hiny"&lt;br /&gt;Two little hands that have learned to reach for Mommy&lt;br /&gt;"Do you smell that?" (always after Ace toots)&lt;br /&gt;A smile so big it wrinkles her nose&lt;br /&gt;Ace's constant questioning as to when he's getting married&lt;br /&gt;Watching Ace's &lt;em&gt;endless&lt;/em&gt; car and truck races&lt;br /&gt;The sound of Lily Kate learning how to giggle&lt;br /&gt;Snuggles&lt;br /&gt;Lily Kate's infatuation with her brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for an end to busy, tax season. I can now breathe a little between projects and appreciate more pieces of my puzzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5961898436439435372?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5961898436439435372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5961898436439435372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5961898436439435372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5961898436439435372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/taking-time.html' title='Taking time'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpN-qSMgdI/TbbA3ai9JyI/AAAAAAAAB8M/Q2D-um18cVk/s72-c/easter%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-228648429122157017</id><published>2011-04-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:44:06.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68HrJu_2eB8/TbTRbm6OHAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/s8nb73QMEsw/s1600/keester1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599330508959783938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68HrJu_2eB8/TbTRbm6OHAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/s8nb73QMEsw/s400/keester1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honey saw the painted hineys in a magazine a few years back and we recreated the look when we were together at Great Wolf Lodge a few months back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the left: Braedyn, Brookelyn, Ace &amp;amp; Lily Kate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-228648429122157017?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/228648429122157017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=228648429122157017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/228648429122157017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/228648429122157017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/honey-saw-painted-hineys-in-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68HrJu_2eB8/TbTRbm6OHAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/s8nb73QMEsw/s72-c/keester1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1152987385592539461</id><published>2011-04-23T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:33:34.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a library of TERRIBLE school photos of my own. But this little guy won't be embarrassed by this one when he gets big. Handsome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyrjIre8LRc/TbLFYjixxLI/AAAAAAAAB78/vKqKw7k988w/s1600/Ace%2527s%2Bschool%2Bproof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598754312423589042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyrjIre8LRc/TbLFYjixxLI/AAAAAAAAB78/vKqKw7k988w/s400/Ace%2527s%2Bschool%2Bproof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Mommy didn't even realize it was picture day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite part is his little crossed hands. Angelic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, I know there is a little devil behind this facade because we've been wrestling him so much lately. Ace has started to do EXACTLY the opposite of what he's told to do so we've instituted the token system around here (plus, we are tired of spankings): If you follow directions, you get a token. If you don't, you get a token taken away. Once you have ten tokens, you have $1 to pick out a toy at Target. Mucho motivation if you've spent any time around Ace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stayed at 1 token from Monday - Thursday with his waffling behavior but I'm happy to report that he's up to 6 tokens at the moment. He'll go touch #1 and say, "I got this for cleaning up the playroom." It's really cute that he remembers. No so cute: his behavior at the wedding last week that ushered in the token phase.&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/4722717401968762734-1152987385592539461?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1152987385592539461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1152987385592539461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1152987385592539461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1152987385592539461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/school-pics.html' title='School Pics'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyrjIre8LRc/TbLFYjixxLI/AAAAAAAAB78/vKqKw7k988w/s72-c/Ace%2527s%2Bschool%2Bproof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1153913517687545713</id><published>2011-04-20T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:55:05.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un"bear"ably Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brittany and Todd had a &lt;u&gt;beautiful&lt;/u&gt; wedding this past weekend. They were so sweet to include Ace. Here is Mr. Handsome in all of his ringbearer glory. This sweet smile is hiding all of the misbehaving that went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHnyj7QQ7RE/Ta66Mw7vg6I/AAAAAAAAB70/vyQLTq54Aw0/s1600/tux%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597616115324781474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHnyj7QQ7RE/Ta66Mw7vg6I/AAAAAAAAB70/vyQLTq54Aw0/s320/tux%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two were unbelievable. Though they've only played together a handful of times before the wedding, I must have been asked ten times by other people in the wedding party whether they knew each other beforehand. They were fast friends and then practically brothers with the way they alternated loving each other and being mad at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr323EGgGek/Ta658sanrTI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ewkwf615rXk/s1600/tux%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597615839234207026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sr323EGgGek/Ta658sanrTI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ewkwf615rXk/s320/tux%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan managed a SHORT clip of the walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb0a05b16381fb3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb0a05b16381fb3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33CB5B15C80477C777360A0F9CADD9C6A98E269E.34E3F1574456D6F4929A2E7E7BFD3DBC5F11E1CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb0a05b16381fb3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCtWeFtKPE0gmSQ9Mp7Zaqm-3dCo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb0a05b16381fb3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33CB5B15C80477C777360A0F9CADD9C6A98E269E.34E3F1574456D6F4929A2E7E7BFD3DBC5F11E1CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb0a05b16381fb3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCtWeFtKPE0gmSQ9Mp7Zaqm-3dCo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany was so patient and gracious with the boys. I think Kate and I are going to retire Pierson and Ace from their jobs as ringbearers until they can follow directions a little better...or until Lily Kate and Gray are walking!&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/4722717401968762734-1153913517687545713?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1153913517687545713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1153913517687545713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1153913517687545713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1153913517687545713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/unbearably-cute.html' title='Un&quot;bear&quot;ably Cute!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHnyj7QQ7RE/Ta66Mw7vg6I/AAAAAAAAB70/vyQLTq54Aw0/s72-c/tux%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4886317264895188245</id><published>2011-04-14T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:32:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days, I've started thinking about the different kinds of silence around my house. I think my fellow mommies will totally understand even though my explanations are bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning silence - Before the kids wake up where you try to get as much done as possible. This silence is a little tense because you are scrambling to get things done and waiting for the first sounds from the monitor to let you know the kids are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying silence - The silent seconds following some sort of boo boo where they are sucking in air for the big wail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naptime silence - This is bliss. In our house, it's only the sound of the monitor and heavy breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble silence - When you are working around the house and realize all of a sudden that the babble of little voices has stopped. Trouble's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischief silence - This is moments of silence punctuated with little giggles or the pitter-patter of little feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After silence - This is the silence that comes after a crash, boom or bang. You don't know if you are going to hear crazy crying or if everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline silence - When the kids do or say something they aren't supposed to and then look straight at you, silent and just waiting for your reaction. My LEAST favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll come up with many more but these are what we are experiencing at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4886317264895188245?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4886317264895188245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4886317264895188245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4886317264895188245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4886317264895188245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-862781090605271637</id><published>2011-04-06T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:53:05.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Lily-Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our baby girl is growing fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to lower her mattress because she figured out how to pull up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz3i20zHEBM/TZx9Uj1OqUI/AAAAAAAAB7k/olBp9OI3cDI/s1600/lily%2Bnotes%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592482629456668994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz3i20zHEBM/TZx9Uj1OqUI/AAAAAAAAB7k/olBp9OI3cDI/s320/lily%2Bnotes%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's gotten over her fear of Hula and they are now best friends. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKl10Y3ik0A/TZx9O6x0G2I/AAAAAAAAB7c/ly8Z-u1ER1Q/s1600/lily%2Bnotes%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592482532537146210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKl10Y3ik0A/TZx9O6x0G2I/AAAAAAAAB7c/ly8Z-u1ER1Q/s320/lily%2Bnotes%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily Kate is a HUGE t-ball fan. (And apparently she is learning to steal her brother's toys...she absconded with Ace's stegasaurus and hid it in her carseat.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVRN8l0Uctg/TZx9IF38vvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/KG3222FTBZY/s1600/lily%2Bnotes%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592482415256583922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVRN8l0Uctg/TZx9IF38vvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/KG3222FTBZY/s320/lily%2Bnotes%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is teething in earnest, sleeping through the night, nursing less and doing everything babies do. She's not quite a snuggler but I'm hoping to change that. Her cries are super high and squealy. Her favorite person in the world continues to be Ace and Daddy is a close second. I swear she's on her way to saying "Mama."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are loving our Lily.&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/4722717401968762734-862781090605271637?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/862781090605271637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=862781090605271637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/862781090605271637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/862781090605271637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-lily-notes.html' title='Some Lily-Notes'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz3i20zHEBM/TZx9Uj1OqUI/AAAAAAAAB7k/olBp9OI3cDI/s72-c/lily%2Bnotes%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4545503378249192016</id><published>2011-03-29T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T03:33:18.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wowser of a Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey and Sashi came to Houston (yes, this makes 4 weekends in a row we've met up with them!) to be a part of Ace's T-Ball opening day festivities. They arrived on Thursday in time for baths, snuggles and bedtime. Yours truly had to work on Friday but the boys got in a round of golf while Honey shuttled everyone to and from school. Friday night, we visited Cy-Fest. We got there right as the gates opened and Ace got to ride everything he wanted and even got his face painted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSfdfliNVuo/TZIdswykN3I/AAAAAAAAB7E/1EBtnoJj8nU/s1600/weekend%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562742368647026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSfdfliNVuo/TZIdswykN3I/AAAAAAAAB7E/1EBtnoJj8nU/s320/weekend%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun time but we knew we couldn't stay too late because the T-Ball parade was to start EARLY on Saturday morning. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7o1ym_sPukw/TZIdlRTauAI/AAAAAAAAB68/v7tHq3MSKzw/s1600/weekend%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562613657417730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7o1ym_sPukw/TZIdlRTauAI/AAAAAAAAB68/v7tHq3MSKzw/s320/weekend%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bright and early, at 7am, we met up with the Braves to load in their parade truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocCAWa33UbQ/TZIdZ9JkmMI/AAAAAAAAB60/X1_sk-C-Zrc/s1600/weekend%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562419268851906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocCAWa33UbQ/TZIdZ9JkmMI/AAAAAAAAB60/X1_sk-C-Zrc/s320/weekend%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace's ears look hilarious in this pic. All his other teammates sported the same deformity because their ball-caps were too big. (Photo by Sashi.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-DOxMHtkkU/TZIdR8ndL3I/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZjPKJZDRmJc/s1600/weekend%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562281686806386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-DOxMHtkkU/TZIdR8ndL3I/AAAAAAAAB6s/ZjPKJZDRmJc/s320/weekend%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate was over it all after a while. This is right before the big yawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_5-fdm9CPEc/TZIdLe5IbwI/AAAAAAAAB6k/-2NK2xm7Dj4/s1600/weekend%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562170628665090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_5-fdm9CPEc/TZIdLe5IbwI/AAAAAAAAB6k/-2NK2xm7Dj4/s320/weekend%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning, we rose early AGAIN to hit the strawberry patch right as it opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tR33bbUnjU8/TZIdFhBTnwI/AAAAAAAAB6c/0-DHz-po2Ag/s1600/weekend%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562068120608514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tR33bbUnjU8/TZIdFhBTnwI/AAAAAAAAB6c/0-DHz-po2Ag/s320/weekend%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate's first time a-picking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYB1GvDGFFc/TZIc-5K4JOI/AAAAAAAAB6U/n6UD44GXH4Y/s1600/weekend%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561954344117474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IYB1GvDGFFc/TZIc-5K4JOI/AAAAAAAAB6U/n6UD44GXH4Y/s320/weekend%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like a pro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOOvMoHrmYw/TZIc3tzXPBI/AAAAAAAAB6M/KraaG_4eEB4/s1600/weekend%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561831033617426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOOvMoHrmYw/TZIc3tzXPBI/AAAAAAAAB6M/KraaG_4eEB4/s320/weekend%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace kept saying, "Oh my gosh, look at this one." Over and over and over. He would have picked the whole patch if we'd let him. He picked the "last one" about 20 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Nvzs_uLhY/TZIcyEamt1I/AAAAAAAAB6E/F0eP8aIIn-Y/s1600/weekend%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561734024574802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9Nvzs_uLhY/TZIcyEamt1I/AAAAAAAAB6E/F0eP8aIIn-Y/s320/weekend%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's crazy to think the yellow in the center of this flower will be a red strawberry eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uoNZbFWY4Y/TZIcspoD0xI/AAAAAAAAB58/ev7d1rWYtc0/s1600/weekend%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561640933905170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uoNZbFWY4Y/TZIcspoD0xI/AAAAAAAAB58/ev7d1rWYtc0/s320/weekend%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy-Son team with their pickings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbrQeIXlvJ8/TZIcnL9rKNI/AAAAAAAAB50/AIJCvxMqdb4/s1600/weekend%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561547072153810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbrQeIXlvJ8/TZIcnL9rKNI/AAAAAAAAB50/AIJCvxMqdb4/s320/weekend%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest berry of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei9lna-ptAI/TZIcXVkLO0I/AAAAAAAAB5s/PSob3gZqsGU/s1600/weekend%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561274771651394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei9lna-ptAI/TZIcXVkLO0I/AAAAAAAAB5s/PSob3gZqsGU/s320/weekend%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After berry picking, we drove over to Kemah for lunch at Landry's. It was a beautiful day and we even got to watch a couple of fisherman catch some huge fish. Ace got to ride a few rides before the trip home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan took this picture of Lily Kate watching Ace ride the merry-go-round. I just think it's so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I00OI2VeQ_I/TZIcRG6xIFI/AAAAAAAAB5k/Gr_wAgwMsUU/s1600/weekend%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589561167760662610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I00OI2VeQ_I/TZIcRG6xIFI/AAAAAAAAB5k/Gr_wAgwMsUU/s320/weekend%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was exhausting but what a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to congratulate myself because this post only contains 1% of the pictures I took!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4545503378249192016?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4545503378249192016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4545503378249192016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4545503378249192016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4545503378249192016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/wowser-of-weekend.html' title='A Wowser of a Weekend'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSfdfliNVuo/TZIdswykN3I/AAAAAAAAB7E/1EBtnoJj8nU/s72-c/weekend%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1355822388071999200</id><published>2011-03-29T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:21:12.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look who is four today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klEgdNDn6lg/TZHp9_52S4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/32FoYxm87C0/s1600/4%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589505863878855554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klEgdNDn6lg/TZHp9_52S4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/32FoYxm87C0/s320/4%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke him up this morning by throwing balloons all over him. He smiled and said, "This is the best birthday I ever had." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1h5oEnxAmoo/TZHp20hGkUI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ugo6JKNrlzA/s1600/4%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589505740563190082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1h5oEnxAmoo/TZHp20hGkUI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ugo6JKNrlzA/s320/4%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I sang the birthday song, he kind of looked down at himself and then at me and asked, "Mommy am I four?" (It was like he was looking for a change in himself.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zeDCf5ALkhg/TZHpujJkr5I/AAAAAAAAB5M/CD7DfwLzFos/s1600/4%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589505598462144402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zeDCf5ALkhg/TZHpujJkr5I/AAAAAAAAB5M/CD7DfwLzFos/s320/4%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I dropped off his birthday cake, one of his teachers said he ran down the hall to the classroom, smiling and yelling, "Mrs. Coombs, I'm four today!" He's so excited. (Mommy is not. I've been very weepy today. Who knew four was a hard birthday?)&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/4722717401968762734-1355822388071999200?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1355822388071999200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1355822388071999200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1355822388071999200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1355822388071999200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-ace.html' title='Happy Birthday Ace!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klEgdNDn6lg/TZHp9_52S4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/32FoYxm87C0/s72-c/4%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3264657563205917980</id><published>2011-03-25T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:17:12.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Bawler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace had his first T-Ball game on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an awesome milestone and he had soooo much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His team is the Braves (although he sometimes calls them the "Graves.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting in the dugout to bat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6UDWHoXe0s/TYyFR_RjDoI/AAAAAAAAB5E/e1D5khYvdWg/s1600/tball%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587987781749247618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6UDWHoXe0s/TYyFR_RjDoI/AAAAAAAAB5E/e1D5khYvdWg/s320/tball%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His very FIRST at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrKoegl1Zd0/TYyEf8LCcfI/AAAAAAAAB48/lE2mVWUG0pw/s1600/tball%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587986921923178994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrKoegl1Zd0/TYyEf8LCcfI/AAAAAAAAB48/lE2mVWUG0pw/s320/tball%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First run to first base.&lt;br /&gt;(The parents on the team are awesome. I mean, this isn't even Ace's dad and look how excited he is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKG1hUz1o6I/TYyEUY56ypI/AAAAAAAAB40/wEj7YJwfGaI/s1600/tball%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587986723477572242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKG1hUz1o6I/TYyEUY56ypI/AAAAAAAAB40/wEj7YJwfGaI/s320/tball%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's on first???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ0DYS6PBX4/TYyEKWK-b9I/AAAAAAAAB4s/CB9nbdCupzw/s1600/tball%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587986550945116114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ0DYS6PBX4/TYyEKWK-b9I/AAAAAAAAB4s/CB9nbdCupzw/s320/tball%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVPcBtL6hC8/TYyD1OZ3HnI/AAAAAAAAB4k/tvfiQizG6j4/s1600/tball%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587986188082814578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pVPcBtL6hC8/TYyD1OZ3HnI/AAAAAAAAB4k/tvfiQizG6j4/s320/tball%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sweet boy waiting his turn in the dugout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587985632008957666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh0ZS0znemk/TYyDU23hbuI/AAAAAAAAB4U/PDIeziIwQtE/s320/tball%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face it, outfielding isn't really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; important in t-ball. Most all the work is done by the pitcher and first baseman...and anyone else that wants to run up to the infield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587985917061550466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vW6L2lQBSZk/TYyDlcxW0YI/AAAAAAAAB4c/HCNAuWjOGJU/s320/tball%2B008.jpg" /&gt; I was warned that some kids are more interested in picking daisies and watching the clouds than actually playing. My kid is one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d572e83c1da15f0d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd572e83c1da15f0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D628CCAD2ABA5ACE77B2D2652ACBF33AC345E0EDD.3639B9E67F9246CCC97DE08DADFE5ED3AEA31435%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd572e83c1da15f0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwuAVxC0FPr8Zlq4OmHb1zYmf3Rw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd572e83c1da15f0d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D628CCAD2ABA5ACE77B2D2652ACBF33AC345E0EDD.3639B9E67F9246CCC97DE08DADFE5ED3AEA31435%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd572e83c1da15f0d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwuAVxC0FPr8Zlq4OmHb1zYmf3Rw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved every minute of it. Took a zillion photos. Opening Day is tomorrow and I will have a trillion more pics to post. This is such a sweet time to watch him grow and learn team sports. I'm sad that the only thing left of my baby boy is his snuggles but he is becoming the most precious little boy in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3264657563205917980?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3264657563205917980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3264657563205917980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3264657563205917980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3264657563205917980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/t-bawler.html' title='T-Bawler!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6UDWHoXe0s/TYyFR_RjDoI/AAAAAAAAB5E/e1D5khYvdWg/s72-c/tball%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3817030145583703210</id><published>2011-03-21T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:02:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace's "Taco-see-do"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Ace got fitted for his ringbearer tuxedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9j_5iQm9_qc/TYdu3l4H8cI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tE7-8qBPGVc/s1600/tux1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586555764115763650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9j_5iQm9_qc/TYdu3l4H8cI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tE7-8qBPGVc/s320/tux1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to give him a serious talk on the way there in hopes that he'd behave.  I told him he was going to get a tuxedo.  He responded, "What's a taco-see-do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVGwPOevqTc/TYduwcLAb0I/AAAAAAAAB4E/B5VdYE538Bo/s1600/tux3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586555641251524418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lVGwPOevqTc/TYduwcLAb0I/AAAAAAAAB4E/B5VdYE538Bo/s320/tux3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was great while Steve (yes, we had to have proper introductions) measured every part of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6T_Hggdaf74/TYdunCwjYaI/AAAAAAAAB38/QakGVuZcodw/s1600/tux4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586555479810859426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6T_Hggdaf74/TYdunCwjYaI/AAAAAAAAB38/QakGVuZcodw/s320/tux4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He cooperated great. Steve even said that he was one of the better kids who have come in there.  That was about 5 minutes before Ace let loose running all over the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oq4hs-th2Cw/TYdueFefw4I/AAAAAAAAB30/kaB6yQHMAcU/s1600/rodeo%2B079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586555325921608578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oq4hs-th2Cw/TYdueFefw4I/AAAAAAAAB30/kaB6yQHMAcU/s320/rodeo%2B079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dC0OxpRGmTs/TYduXKOB7_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/2WZdVk-KAcg/s1600/tux2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586555206935638002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dC0OxpRGmTs/TYduXKOB7_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/2WZdVk-KAcg/s320/tux2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At some point, you give up discipline and get out the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D74RHgSU9SY/TYduIyJdlEI/AAAAAAAAB3k/S9tPBeB6kQo/s1600/rodeo%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586554959955858498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D74RHgSU9SY/TYduIyJdlEI/AAAAAAAAB3k/S9tPBeB6kQo/s320/rodeo%2B081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't wait to see him in the full taco-see-do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3817030145583703210?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3817030145583703210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3817030145583703210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3817030145583703210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3817030145583703210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/aces-taco-see-do.html' title='Ace&apos;s &quot;Taco-see-do&quot;'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9j_5iQm9_qc/TYdu3l4H8cI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tE7-8qBPGVc/s72-c/tux1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2436272888871128654</id><published>2011-03-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:10:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Rodeo 2011!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt B and Uncle James took us to the Rodeo yesterday and BOY did we have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hcW85e-gKs/TYZNqYtZfWI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5YB_nA-iI1U/s1600/rodeo%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586237778382388578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hcW85e-gKs/TYZNqYtZfWI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5YB_nA-iI1U/s320/rodeo%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year, we were all decked out. Hat, boots, belt buckle, leather vest, pearl buttons AND that was just Ace. At the last minute, on Thursday, Lily Kate and I ran to Hobby Lobby, bought some bandanas and some ribbon and slapped together a dress for her. Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586240803041087330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkXwa664nqo/TYZQaccOj2I/AAAAAAAAB3c/eSkcsb3rDfE/s320/rodeo%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She even got some compliments on it.  And here are my two cowpokes ready to party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvTPC95lVQM/TYZNkEyi3NI/AAAAAAAAB3M/4I5MnN_c8CU/s1600/rodeo%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586237669956050130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvTPC95lVQM/TYZNkEyi3NI/AAAAAAAAB3M/4I5MnN_c8CU/s320/rodeo%2B020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey! Mommy does exist. Here's a picture of me and my little sherriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1ZEQS0zK0s/TYZNdD-ryKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/SoU55Rr7sY8/s1600/rodeo%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586237549479446690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1ZEQS0zK0s/TYZNdD-ryKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/SoU55Rr7sY8/s320/rodeo%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sheer delight in the petting zoo. The same goat kept following B around the enclosure and eating out of their hands. Ace was mesmermized by a beautiful deer and loved the kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1Liipe6Nlg/TYZNU1pypiI/AAAAAAAAB28/puz5AM96Fis/s1600/rodeo%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586237408194766370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1Liipe6Nlg/TYZNU1pypiI/AAAAAAAAB28/puz5AM96Fis/s320/rodeo%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Lily Kate's face in this photo. I thought she'd be a teenager before she'd start to look at me this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwLoSHf7tb8/TYZNJoQXbqI/AAAAAAAAB20/slefUlpB9dw/s1600/rodeo%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586237215619903138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwLoSHf7tb8/TYZNJoQXbqI/AAAAAAAAB20/slefUlpB9dw/s320/rodeo%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I rarely take pics that don't have people in them but this little chick was trying to peck out of his shell and my camera finally decided to cooperate. Isn't it amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVED1FsMc_o/TYZM7cEmiiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/5rp6sW7q5lc/s1600/rodeo%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236971831167522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVED1FsMc_o/TYZM7cEmiiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/5rp6sW7q5lc/s320/rodeo%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only in Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jonathan tried it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a fried twinkie and a fried snickers. (Saturday is his cheat day. I'll give it to him. He's lost 15 pounds over the past month or so...that's 15 more than me.) He actually said they tasted terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgbM5jfX4Ps/TYZMwUuq94I/AAAAAAAAB2k/xVA8UHnDlyk/s1600/rodeo%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236780881573762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgbM5jfX4Ps/TYZMwUuq94I/AAAAAAAAB2k/xVA8UHnDlyk/s320/rodeo%2B051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace threw a complete fit until he got to ride the ponies...and then threw an even worse one when he didn't get to ride a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcLMekGmi8s/TYZMoedq5NI/AAAAAAAAB2c/oIRABQ8zMXA/s1600/rodeo%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236646055666898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcLMekGmi8s/TYZMoedq5NI/AAAAAAAAB2c/oIRABQ8zMXA/s320/rodeo%2B052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture encompasses B's battle with Lily Kate the entire rodeo...Lily Kate was gonna eat those diamonds on B's necklace if it was the last thing she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2lmJjJOif4/TYZMbsZEZNI/AAAAAAAAB2U/lzlB0QgJOu4/s1600/rodeo%2B062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586236426456163538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2lmJjJOif4/TYZMbsZEZNI/AAAAAAAAB2U/lzlB0QgJOu4/s320/rodeo%2B062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best memory...Lily Kate decided she liked cotton candy...A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1df9264a5de9f4f" 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%3Db1df9264a5de9f4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAA951F291C1CBDD31285DA961E759DF64BEEC37.8D47F7F500498276B8E71A9E24C7F48FEADAA3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1df9264a5de9f4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVs64VGPenfgn8_ci3WJeDG9JeV0&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%3Db1df9264a5de9f4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAA951F291C1CBDD31285DA961E759DF64BEEC37.8D47F7F500498276B8E71A9E24C7F48FEADAA3F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1df9264a5de9f4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVs64VGPenfgn8_ci3WJeDG9JeV0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you B and Uncle James. We had the best time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad Paisley was an awesome concert. Ace fell asleep at the end and was so out of it in the car on the ride home that I had to hold his head against his carseat because it was flopping onto his chest in the most unnatural and uncomfortable way. Not Lily Kate, she was wide-eyed and bushy tailed even after leaving the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we are all EXHAUSTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2436272888871128654?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2436272888871128654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2436272888871128654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2436272888871128654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2436272888871128654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/rodeo-2011.html' title='Rodeo 2011'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hcW85e-gKs/TYZNqYtZfWI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5YB_nA-iI1U/s72-c/rodeo%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4581821069368297864</id><published>2011-03-12T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:13:00.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Pops and Gabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose loved? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace and Lily Kate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if they didn't get enough attention last weekend in Dallas, Gabby and Pops came in this week and loved all OVER them.  They took care of Ace soooo many times so that I could put in some extra hours towards the tax deadline and kept me company last night/ helped me with the kids while Jonathan went to the Rodeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UErbWeNGC2U/TXvqNqGU2LI/AAAAAAAAB2M/riGbYpYMCMI/s1600/pops%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583313683415881906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UErbWeNGC2U/TXvqNqGU2LI/AAAAAAAAB2M/riGbYpYMCMI/s320/pops%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know who was more spoiled by their visit: Ace and Lily with kisses and attention or ME with extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-378b4d1f0b3fe3b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D378b4d1f0b3fe3b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39EF48414C221A88938CB78EFE78956415F4D2DD.810A0708E1419B13A9E7FAB33A532C42829E39C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D378b4d1f0b3fe3b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn45WbT8Uft8kKK0w_O3_0Qm3TVE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D378b4d1f0b3fe3b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39EF48414C221A88938CB78EFE78956415F4D2DD.810A0708E1419B13A9E7FAB33A532C42829E39C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D378b4d1f0b3fe3b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn45WbT8Uft8kKK0w_O3_0Qm3TVE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I never take for granted all of the help that I have with the kids and each moment that someone else is loving on them is just joy for me.  My embarrassmet of riches in this department continues tomorrow when I take Ace to meet my mom so she can spend Spring Break with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4581821069368297864?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4581821069368297864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4581821069368297864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4581821069368297864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4581821069368297864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/visit-from-pops-and-gabby.html' title='Visit from Pops and Gabby'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UErbWeNGC2U/TXvqNqGU2LI/AAAAAAAAB2M/riGbYpYMCMI/s72-c/pops%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3658266982035513166</id><published>2011-03-11T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:08:34.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting and Jabbering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look who's sitting on her own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-zuEmcgCNI/TXpxZco2SuI/AAAAAAAAB2A/mYchSW_OILc/s1600/LIBS%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582899370077342434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-zuEmcgCNI/TXpxZco2SuI/AAAAAAAAB2A/mYchSW_OILc/s320/LIBS%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little nervous to let her sit alone on the stone floor but no heads were harmed in the taking of these photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jO4LS_JxvLE/TXpwxglRAYI/AAAAAAAAB1o/UdsJq8EMY4g/s1600/LIBS%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582898683941290370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jO4LS_JxvLE/TXpwxglRAYI/AAAAAAAAB1o/UdsJq8EMY4g/s320/LIBS%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This video doesn't even do her justice right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily Kate loves to blow through her lips and make motorboat noises. She thinks she's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c88123488f3039b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c88123488f3039b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D7E62EF2A233CE13329D8812CFAAE856988245.33C44A21D6CAB69BFF6B19500C58561B847AF833%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c88123488f3039b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbGFKb0AoWYzpk7_KiMwkX97fKG4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c88123488f3039b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D7E62EF2A233CE13329D8812CFAAE856988245.33C44A21D6CAB69BFF6B19500C58561B847AF833%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c88123488f3039b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbGFKb0AoWYzpk7_KiMwkX97fKG4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tooth #2 is trying to poke through on the bottom making this little lady very fussy but we're gritting through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3658266982035513166?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3658266982035513166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3658266982035513166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3658266982035513166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3658266982035513166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/sitting-and-jabbering.html' title='Sitting and Jabbering'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-zuEmcgCNI/TXpxZco2SuI/AAAAAAAAB2A/mYchSW_OILc/s72-c/LIBS%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8936161240624603189</id><published>2011-03-08T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:05:35.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wolf! Great Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We loaded up the car and went to Great Wolf Lodge this past weekend to spend some time with Honey, Sashi and the Bates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnTER0_rtPw/TXbPgZOVHQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/SLWBXgos87M/s1600/wolf%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876943606062338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnTER0_rtPw/TXbPgZOVHQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/SLWBXgos87M/s320/wolf%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grapevine is about halfway to where the Bates live in Arkansas so it was a perfect meeting place and I mean PERFECT!  This place was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIC3fQd3iCw/TXbPbIMiirI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Fb4rde7cIWw/s1600/wolf%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876853135805106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIC3fQd3iCw/TXbPbIMiirI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Fb4rde7cIWw/s320/wolf%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins! Braedyn (2), Brookelyn (4) and Ace (3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvp5HLh7CwA/TXbPU-YZIbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/hpoFgxZDfDs/s1600/wolf%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876747421950386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvp5HLh7CwA/TXbPU-YZIbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/hpoFgxZDfDs/s320/wolf%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little fam before we hit the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--g2dUE4_oHY/TXbPOryNdoI/AAAAAAAAB1I/7ehnndSTgG4/s1600/wolf%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876639350748802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--g2dUE4_oHY/TXbPOryNdoI/AAAAAAAAB1I/7ehnndSTgG4/s320/wolf%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a typical Ace face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4j9h05NjOg/TXbPIbqIZ5I/AAAAAAAAB1A/18b_P-ihzrE/s1600/wolf%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876531942680466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W4j9h05NjOg/TXbPIbqIZ5I/AAAAAAAAB1A/18b_P-ihzrE/s320/wolf%2B063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and his mini-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYFBMUsUqKM/TXbO7gbURyI/AAAAAAAAB04/dosO6mQ3X2g/s1600/wolf%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876309884421922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYFBMUsUqKM/TXbO7gbURyI/AAAAAAAAB04/dosO6mQ3X2g/s320/wolf%2B066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily Kate showin' some shoulder in her Juicy bathing suit that Lele picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xp13Zjc3-M/TXbO07n2BUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Pv1mp2Dl7XA/s1600/wolf%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876196925637954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xp13Zjc3-M/TXbO07n2BUI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Pv1mp2Dl7XA/s320/wolf%2B065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sometimes she liked it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--L-wUQgNOyE/TXbOudP9hGI/AAAAAAAAB0o/OuehGli2ALY/s1600/wolf%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581876085693187170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--L-wUQgNOyE/TXbOudP9hGI/AAAAAAAAB0o/OuehGli2ALY/s320/wolf%2B061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...sometimes she didn't. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mAkODN427U/TXbOnCPLJuI/AAAAAAAAB0g/QePp653l3gA/s1600/wolf%2B060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875958183044834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mAkODN427U/TXbOnCPLJuI/AAAAAAAAB0g/QePp653l3gA/s320/wolf%2B060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lookin' beautiful early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4BfqIG5CEI/TXbOdy4dIiI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/WIwqyOV02ic/s1600/wolf%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875799442399778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4BfqIG5CEI/TXbOdy4dIiI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/WIwqyOV02ic/s320/wolf%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves her big brother most...Daddy is second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AovqYMydKUU/TXbOYY96XfI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/ZsoLhv0zycw/s1600/wolf%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875706586619378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AovqYMydKUU/TXbOYY96XfI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/ZsoLhv0zycw/s320/wolf%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;War of the dimples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8SmX3c8eyw/TXbOQnb8xzI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Pt7vc9umX7E/s1600/wolf%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875573031749426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8SmX3c8eyw/TXbOQnb8xzI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Pt7vc9umX7E/s320/wolf%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, all three kids know how to operate an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-tgUCM6NXg/TXbOKU5gRVI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Q9MNOMjd-mQ/s1600/wolf%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875464976221522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k-tgUCM6NXg/TXbOKU5gRVI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Q9MNOMjd-mQ/s320/wolf%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon to be all 4 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXA8u_4IJkg/TXbODxlO3zI/AAAAAAAABz4/J1oSM1ih2d8/s1600/wolf%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875352416739122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXA8u_4IJkg/TXbODxlO3zI/AAAAAAAABz4/J1oSM1ih2d8/s320/wolf%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Wolf had story time at the clock tower each evening. Ace was terrified yet obsessed with the moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXclnQbmnbc/TXbN9C4sIvI/AAAAAAAABzw/x8EATLRz62s/s1600/wolf%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875236802667250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXclnQbmnbc/TXbN9C4sIvI/AAAAAAAABzw/x8EATLRz62s/s320/wolf%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is, not sure how close he's going to get to the Moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FT73TPo9SSY/TXbN1pErYyI/AAAAAAAABzo/e7bQtE_2nls/s1600/wolf%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875109614543650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FT73TPo9SSY/TXbN1pErYyI/AAAAAAAABzo/e7bQtE_2nls/s320/wolf%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left, we had a small, early celebration of Ace's 4th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is1QtJ8xrsc/TXbNvhLw62I/AAAAAAAABzg/srOiuby6jG8/s1600/wolf%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581875004417567586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is1QtJ8xrsc/TXbNvhLw62I/AAAAAAAABzg/srOiuby6jG8/s320/wolf%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We seriously had the best time.  I'm usually a wreck around the water but the lifeguards were great, the water park was safe (lifejackets provided), the rooms were super clean and the hotel itself was super cool.  I want to make this an annual tradition.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily Kate and I stole away for a few minutes to celebrate the wedding of one of my dearest friends.  (See Britt &amp;amp; Todd's blog linked to the right for pics)  It was really special. I hope Lily has such special friends in her life when she grows older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a quick trip but SOOOOOO "Great."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8936161240624603189?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8936161240624603189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8936161240624603189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8936161240624603189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8936161240624603189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-wolf-great-fun.html' title='Great Wolf! Great Fun!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnTER0_rtPw/TXbPgZOVHQI/AAAAAAAAB1g/SLWBXgos87M/s72-c/wolf%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8290336312110403694</id><published>2011-03-07T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T04:42:36.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snake</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post as to why there is a huge snake in the last photo of my parents with the kids (Thanks Val)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was a punk rocker for Halloween at his office (pink mesh arm warmers, facial piercings, white face paint, goth t-shirt, the works) and he wore the snake around his neck all day as an accessory.  When we visited, Ace was obsessed with the snake an named him "Liver Boy." I think it was originally supposed to be "lover boy" but the pronounciation didn't quite get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, every time we visit, we play with/ torture Liver Boy and he goes around with Ace all over the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8290336312110403694?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8290336312110403694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8290336312110403694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8290336312110403694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8290336312110403694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/snake.html' title='The Snake'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-166002528838008227</id><published>2011-03-01T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T04:06:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey, Here's a belated "thank you" for taking care of Ace and Lily Kate last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As Andy Cohen would say, "Here's What..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I have to go to Waco, schedule an appointment or do anything that takes me away from the kids, my mom is always ready to jump in her car or stop what she's doing.  She takes care of the kids so that Jonathan and I can go on vacation or spend a night out together...and Dad helps at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qy6BXvHlR18/TWzfW0BeDlI/AAAAAAAABzY/nv1j94qeM2E/s1600/gils%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579079621420125778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qy6BXvHlR18/TWzfW0BeDlI/AAAAAAAABzY/nv1j94qeM2E/s320/gils%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's just something that never ceases to amaze me and that I'm super thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKzMQ-vTVdM/TWzfQU6S_JI/AAAAAAAABzQ/6eOQ-GvllNM/s1600/gils%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579079509989325970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKzMQ-vTVdM/TWzfQU6S_JI/AAAAAAAABzQ/6eOQ-GvllNM/s320/gils%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Must be why my babies adore her so...and their Sashi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PNzpdnhFII/TWzfC8OGZKI/AAAAAAAABzI/VfZbN9uumF8/s1600/gils%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579079280023200930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PNzpdnhFII/TWzfC8OGZKI/AAAAAAAABzI/VfZbN9uumF8/s320/gils%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So even though I was with them, albeit working from her office, Honey was the entertainment last Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-FcuyeSbFE/TWze7Q-69II/AAAAAAAABzA/975QTidW4I8/s1600/gils%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579079148157727874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-FcuyeSbFE/TWze7Q-69II/AAAAAAAABzA/975QTidW4I8/s320/gils%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Mom. You will never know how much I appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxROqoeN_oY/TWze0WOjFeI/AAAAAAAABy4/n3PtZvlnlZ0/s1600/gils%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579079029306365410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxROqoeN_oY/TWze0WOjFeI/AAAAAAAABy4/n3PtZvlnlZ0/s320/gils%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And thanks again for all of the diapers you changed when I was little, for making sure that all of the poop was off my hiney, for potty training me, spanking me when I know it hurt you more and putting up with everything else that came along with getting me raised right. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. Let it not go unsaid that I am also thankful for Jonathan's parents who are huge helps and Ace's Aunt B and Uncle James who frequently give me time to unwind from toddler-mania.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-166002528838008227?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/166002528838008227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=166002528838008227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/166002528838008227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/166002528838008227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-honey.html' title='Thank you Honey!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qy6BXvHlR18/TWzfW0BeDlI/AAAAAAAABzY/nv1j94qeM2E/s72-c/gils%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1780287542517028685</id><published>2011-02-23T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T05:38:32.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate got her first tooth! It poked through on Monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you look REALLY close, it's on the bottom right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGKs1cmmMV0/TWUKrq8cJOI/AAAAAAAAByo/qey-IHo3Z6s/s1600/moretball%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576875458946671842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGKs1cmmMV0/TWUKrq8cJOI/AAAAAAAAByo/qey-IHo3Z6s/s320/moretball%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm afraid that all that will be on this blog for a while are t-ball pictures.  That is the only reason we are leaving the house during this tax season. I have to say, it is SOOOO much fun. Ace is having the best time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fielding Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRUyNSruesk/TWUKMNu53kI/AAAAAAAAByg/MyfgX50Egm4/s1600/moretball%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576874918529326658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRUyNSruesk/TWUKMNu53kI/AAAAAAAAByg/MyfgX50Egm4/s320/moretball%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hitting last Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;He actually hit a line drive on Monday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqqKUZN5-rI/TWUJxVQPubI/AAAAAAAAByY/MxWF63fa0nE/s1600/moretball%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576874456691751346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqqKUZN5-rI/TWUJxVQPubI/AAAAAAAAByY/MxWF63fa0nE/s320/moretball%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He stomped all over the bases when he reached them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DACympR_dD4/TWUJlbVGcvI/AAAAAAAAByQ/MllyIrzqq0M/s1600/moretball%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576874252164297458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DACympR_dD4/TWUJlbVGcvI/AAAAAAAAByQ/MllyIrzqq0M/s320/moretball%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are actually shocked how Ace runs to get the ball, though still a little apprehensive that he is going to melt down when someone else gets to it first. So far, so good.  I guess we thought he'd be more interested in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyxIAX0ef40/TWUJWJpzHhI/AAAAAAAAByI/13FtHxnmBXI/s1600/moretball%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576873989721234962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyxIAX0ef40/TWUJWJpzHhI/AAAAAAAAByI/13FtHxnmBXI/s320/moretball%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I married this man for lots of reasons.  I love how he gets on the field every practice and high-fives the kids, gives them encouragement and I love hearing his synopsis of the practices on the way home.  He's made every practice despite his demanding work schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h70ipSzJKps/TWUIyH6nJEI/AAAAAAAAByA/9ws-kPr_NNQ/s1600/moretball%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576873370779591746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h70ipSzJKps/TWUIyH6nJEI/AAAAAAAAByA/9ws-kPr_NNQ/s320/moretball%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's Ace's biggest fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never misses a practice (or a meal apparently!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RsXijmxHvc/TWUHljuWOpI/AAAAAAAABxw/yrw6NmiOmeg/s1600/moretball%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576872055394417298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RsXijmxHvc/TWUHljuWOpI/AAAAAAAABxw/yrw6NmiOmeg/s320/moretball%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B went to all of Ace's practices last week. He is so lucky to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aslUxvXAG90/TWUGvn5thAI/AAAAAAAABxo/RGkZ9s8xDZ4/s1600/moretball%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576871128802886658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aslUxvXAG90/TWUGvn5thAI/AAAAAAAABxo/RGkZ9s8xDZ4/s320/moretball%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Typical moment in practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-493472fe441700d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D493472fe441700d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D574E432B26A661A0526AEB9F4D2BD481CB2FE39D.4E87522872269804C0109E21877F1C99CDD4496A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D493472fe441700d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di3vLnBmNvIwIXokZEnPLhmVWqdk&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://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D493472fe441700d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D574E432B26A661A0526AEB9F4D2BD481CB2FE39D.4E87522872269804C0109E21877F1C99CDD4496A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D493472fe441700d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di3vLnBmNvIwIXokZEnPLhmVWqdk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for this precious time in our lives, for healthy kids that can be involved in activities and for a Lord that has graced us with it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1780287542517028685?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1780287542517028685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1780287542517028685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1780287542517028685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1780287542517028685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-week.html' title='Our week'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGKs1cmmMV0/TWUKrq8cJOI/AAAAAAAAByo/qey-IHo3Z6s/s72-c/moretball%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7139400992681970471</id><published>2011-02-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:21:31.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pajama Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From our head to our toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to our nighttime clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace had pajama day at school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He insisted on wearing the Grave Digger pjs that Honey bought for him earlier this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inGTtl4XNLc/TV10eOcfOqI/AAAAAAAABxY/YfP8qPL-k_o/s1600/pjs%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739976377023138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inGTtl4XNLc/TV10eOcfOqI/AAAAAAAABxY/YfP8qPL-k_o/s320/pjs%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Lily's pjs are waaaaay too big for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't resist posting this face of Ace's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's his "sweet boy" face that Sashi taught him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgoVeJdmXBQ/TV10S1ZscLI/AAAAAAAABxQ/j_rKeMvY_mU/s1600/pjs%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739780675858610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgoVeJdmXBQ/TV10S1ZscLI/AAAAAAAABxQ/j_rKeMvY_mU/s320/pjs%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out Lily Kate's roly poly legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a little worried when I dropped Ace off because none of the other kids had on their pjs! Panick!  The teacher said it's only for the 3 year-olds. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7139400992681970471?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7139400992681970471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7139400992681970471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7139400992681970471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7139400992681970471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/02/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inGTtl4XNLc/TV10eOcfOqI/AAAAAAAABxY/YfP8qPL-k_o/s72-c/pjs%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-9168750159731636781</id><published>2011-02-15T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T05:48:10.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a BALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace had his FIRST night of T-Ball practice last night.  It was soooooooo much fun.  Unfortunately, Mommy dressed him in shorts and the mosquitos were biting so Ace spent most of the practice scratching his legs. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His "B" came and when he saw her, he totally forgot his team and practice, shouted "B" and ran to give her a hug (precious).  Mommy, Daddy and Lily Kate cheered him on too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture cracks me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure what he's doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isFN5Fd1s9Y/TVqDFtIrYJI/AAAAAAAABxI/nrY282UIRlQ/s1600/tball%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573911622862987410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isFN5Fd1s9Y/TVqDFtIrYJI/AAAAAAAABxI/nrY282UIRlQ/s320/tball%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melt my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy helping Ace learn to field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4nULlaSgRI/TVqC8M8yk9I/AAAAAAAABxA/NZvfg0v0upU/s1600/tball%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573911459604370386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4nULlaSgRI/TVqC8M8yk9I/AAAAAAAABxA/NZvfg0v0upU/s320/tball%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a HIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJE0RA9V2k/TVqCyO__93I/AAAAAAAABw4/uqCLZwUwAZI/s1600/tball%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573911288356009842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJE0RA9V2k/TVqCyO__93I/AAAAAAAABw4/uqCLZwUwAZI/s320/tball%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready in the outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2vX_7HqN2E/TVqCk_Lod_I/AAAAAAAABww/DvrTVH66A2k/s1600/tball%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573911060771534834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2vX_7HqN2E/TVqCk_Lod_I/AAAAAAAABww/DvrTVH66A2k/s400/tball%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I had a penny for every time Ace's coach told him to take his time, I'd be rich! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ace just wanted to hit and hit and hit and didn't want to learn &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da8be16930b73888" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda8be16930b73888%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48A120B2D0B11A84F49F452140836544BFBA089A.5170791CF17BDB04653BDCB5CD88AF91913CFB0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda8be16930b73888%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE_eBmLhPbgMNOE3EqaNlG91QjDg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda8be16930b73888%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48A120B2D0B11A84F49F452140836544BFBA089A.5170791CF17BDB04653BDCB5CD88AF91913CFB0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda8be16930b73888%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE_eBmLhPbgMNOE3EqaNlG91QjDg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-9168750159731636781?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9168750159731636781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=9168750159731636781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/9168750159731636781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/9168750159731636781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-ball.html' title='Had a BALL!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isFN5Fd1s9Y/TVqDFtIrYJI/AAAAAAAABxI/nrY282UIRlQ/s72-c/tball%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3960552654862479218</id><published>2011-02-14T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:58:43.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOSQfh9_JeI/TVkY7qycujI/AAAAAAAABwo/hcnIcV9_P8c/s1600/vday.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573513427224934962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOSQfh9_JeI/TVkY7qycujI/AAAAAAAABwo/hcnIcV9_P8c/s400/vday.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nC0PCFuKAnQ/TVkXiVb0LgI/AAAAAAAABwg/ZktayDqbwPY/s1600/vday%2Bpage.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4722717401968762734-3960552654862479218?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3960552654862479218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3960552654862479218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3960552654862479218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3960552654862479218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOSQfh9_JeI/TVkY7qycujI/AAAAAAAABwo/hcnIcV9_P8c/s72-c/vday.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-380845077843182987</id><published>2011-02-09T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:01:04.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Healthy girl...I mean, LOOK at those thighs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TVKcbTA_Q0I/AAAAAAAABwY/R8tpgWFE6U0/s1600/lkdoc%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571687681785545538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TVKcbTA_Q0I/AAAAAAAABwY/R8tpgWFE6U0/s320/lkdoc%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 15.8 pounds and 25 inches long puts Lily Kate in about the 37th percentile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TVKcUC0KZ1I/AAAAAAAABwQ/lH-UX1M26Oc/s1600/lkdoc%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571687557177698130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TVKcUC0KZ1I/AAAAAAAABwQ/lH-UX1M26Oc/s320/lkdoc%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These days, she really only has eyes for her daddy and her big brother.  Mommy is chopped liver (until mealtime).  Still not sleeping through the night and very serious most of the day.  She reserves her belly laughs for Ace's antics.  She definitely demands more attention than Ace ever did and nobody get close after 7pm!!!  Her favorite time is bath time. She could soak for hours with a smile on her face.  Lily Kate thinks every phone call is for her.  If you have called lately, there is no doubt you've heard her jabbering in the background.  She has lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she is the center of everything around our house.  Ace is definitely a jelly-bean and wants to be held, kissed and talked to in equal measure but he lavishes attention on her and insists on being right next to (if not on top of) her at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweet.  What a mountaintop!&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/4722717401968762734-380845077843182987?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/380845077843182987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=380845077843182987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/380845077843182987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/380845077843182987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/02/6-month-checkup.html' title='6 Month Checkup'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TVKcbTA_Q0I/AAAAAAAABwY/R8tpgWFE6U0/s72-c/lkdoc%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3451405337981921351</id><published>2011-01-27T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:07:36.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Marry Me" Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If this face asked you to marry him, could you say "no"?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TUGyDUqxarI/AAAAAAAABwE/U9Eij09kvwM/s1600/ace%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566926384564103858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TUGyDUqxarI/AAAAAAAABwE/U9Eij09kvwM/s320/ace%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here was our morning conversation...&lt;br /&gt;M = Mommy&lt;br /&gt;A = Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: Ace, hurry and get ready. I need to take your picture for Ms. Brittany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: Who's Brittany?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: She's one of my best friends (sidenote - Ace is OBSESSED with "best friends").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: Can I be her best friend too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: Sure.  You're going to be in her wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: Then I be married like you and Daddy! Can I marry you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: No silly. I'm married to Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: Then I'm gonna marry Mims. (Mims = Lily Kate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: You can't marry her, she's your sister. You have to find a best friend to marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: Mommy, you're my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: You're my best friend too.  But I married Daddy because he's my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: No! Daddy's my best friend. You can't marry him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: Boys don't marry boys silly. (Please, no ideological comments on this one if you disagree.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A: Yes they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M: No they don't. And they don't marry their sisters either.  Plus, you can't get married until you're like twenty or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A:  Ok, Mom. I will marry you when I'm twenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love with him all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3451405337981921351?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3451405337981921351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3451405337981921351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3451405337981921351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3451405337981921351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/01/marry-me-memory.html' title='&quot;Marry Me&quot; Memory'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TUGyDUqxarI/AAAAAAAABwE/U9Eij09kvwM/s72-c/ace%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1745713918480082222</id><published>2011-01-24T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T05:44:39.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Jam 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had another awesome time at Monster Jam.  This is definitely going to be a yearly tradition at our house.  This year, it was B, Honey, Uncle James, Sashi AND Lily Kate's first Monster Truck Rally EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This picture (where Ace is a blur) is pretty indicative of his behavior all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was revved up the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565743546344165282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-RE7ET6I/AAAAAAAABvE/UOsBK4_Gz-g/s320/mjam%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, we got to Monster Jam early to go to the "Pit Party."  You can get up close to the trucks and take pictures with the drivers.  Here are Ace and Lily Kate with Monster Mutt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565744079105011154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-wFnJrdI/AAAAAAAABvc/yV-O5idYnEE/s320/mjam%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Lily Kate with El Matador.  These trucks are HUGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565743920521876322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-m21_E2I/AAAAAAAABvU/UeEbheeqRU4/s320/mjam%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace has the BEST Daddy in the world.  Grave digger is Ace's favorite truck and as soon as we hit the pit he wanted to see it.  We kind of took our time and then SAW the line for Grave Digger.  I think Jonathan was in that line AT LEAST an hour if not more.  Sashi entertained Ace and took him to all of the other trucks while Daddy held his place in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565744285856465010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-8H0igHI/AAAAAAAABvk/NG8KK-2p58Y/s320/mjam%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B bought Ace a Grave Digger truck which Pablo Huffaker signed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The signature was all but rubbed off by the end of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565744926750493378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1_hbVlSsI/AAAAAAAABv8/XYwbcZDYWBE/s320/mjam%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace got to sign one of the smushed cars that the trucks run over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565744459018006482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1_GM5d79I/AAAAAAAABvs/GvjHv9aNy_Q/s320/mjam%2B005.jpg" /&gt;Lily Kate did awesome! She didn't even blink at having her headphones on.  We sat right below some lights that fascinated her when she wasn't sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ugh. Sweet potatoes in the nose. No matter how much I wipe, they haunt me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565744615468494562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1_PTuK7uI/AAAAAAAABv0/BTe6Md2VV3o/s320/mjam%2B010.jpg" /&gt; Ace was in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-bHDWAyI/AAAAAAAABvM/qj9FtpAWQyg/s1600/mjam%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565743718714442530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-bHDWAyI/AAAAAAAABvM/qj9FtpAWQyg/s320/mjam%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how much our little man is loved.  Honey, Sashi, B and Uncle James all came with us and everyone's primary motivation was just to watch Ace have a good time.  Can you get more loved than that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1745713918480082222?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1745713918480082222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1745713918480082222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1745713918480082222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1745713918480082222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/01/monster-jam-2011.html' title='Monster Jam 2011!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TT1-RE7ET6I/AAAAAAAABvE/UOsBK4_Gz-g/s72-c/mjam%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7322277215175493515</id><published>2011-01-21T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T05:20:24.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys' Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonathan took Ace to watch the Houston Aeros play hockey last Saturday.  I had big plans to get lots accomplished while they were gone but ended up sitting around with Lily Kate reading Twilight (I'm hooked now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their seats were right behind the goal - so that the pucks look like they are flying right at your FACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHP5TZa1I/AAAAAAAABu8/LI5cjyUye4A/s1600/jan%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564627521742924626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHP5TZa1I/AAAAAAAABu8/LI5cjyUye4A/s320/jan%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He came home yelling about the zamboni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHJnTYljI/AAAAAAAABu0/r9VwAoo8zRs/s1600/jan%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564627413831816754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHJnTYljI/AAAAAAAABu0/r9VwAoo8zRs/s320/jan%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chilly was his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm...this is the kind of photos I get when I send Jonathan with the camera. LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHDJxSvDI/AAAAAAAABus/uYpiQ-tXeYQ/s1600/jan%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564627302824983602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHDJxSvDI/AAAAAAAABus/uYpiQ-tXeYQ/s320/jan%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a fun time. Ace told on his Daddy and said all he ate was popcorn and cotton candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7322277215175493515?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7322277215175493515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7322277215175493515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7322277215175493515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7322277215175493515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys-night-out.html' title='Boys&apos; Night Out'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TTmHP5TZa1I/AAAAAAAABu8/LI5cjyUye4A/s72-c/jan%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3982245308322769923</id><published>2011-01-13T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:46:39.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Talkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonathan is a man of few words and, lately, that's a good thing.  I guess that when he isn't in the mood to talk, I talk to the kids and have created two chatterboxes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db8d9c8b63380180" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb8d9c8b63380180%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D152B350AF13328FC475A3077C179FEC26AC57D92.381BA5083A84E1EC0B3B4DAAD29B04AE28E883BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb8d9c8b63380180%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkNXiZth_Usfag1FqSIUDHsrZjrk&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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb8d9c8b63380180%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D152B350AF13328FC475A3077C179FEC26AC57D92.381BA5083A84E1EC0B3B4DAAD29B04AE28E883BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb8d9c8b63380180%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkNXiZth_Usfag1FqSIUDHsrZjrk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's not a lot of quiet to be had around the Evans' house these days. In fact, when we tell Ace it's time to play the "quiet game," he responds, "NO! I want to play the loud game."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58e613e3180980bb" 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" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3982245308322769923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3982245308322769923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3982245308322769923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3982245308322769923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-talkers.html' title='My Talkers'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4716632392142628461</id><published>2011-01-06T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:29:38.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4NtMhruUGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4NtMhruUGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4716632392142628461?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4716632392142628461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4716632392142628461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4716632392142628461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4716632392142628461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2011/01/joy-of-christmas.html' title='Joy of Christmas'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4375443460915646129</id><published>2010-12-20T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:07:37.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty or Nice???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabby and Pops gave us a little happy last time they visited us: two hand towels.  One says "Naughty" and one says "Nice."  I had NO idea that they would turn into such a big deal (or such a great discipline tool!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naughty Face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQ-0cPHs7TI/AAAAAAAABuM/pdyBXkHRTl8/s1600/naughty%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552855262759284018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQ-0cPHs7TI/AAAAAAAABuM/pdyBXkHRTl8/s320/naughty%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQ-0RkRL_8I/AAAAAAAABuE/9nTAXFWqMsg/s1600/naughty%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552855079457652674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQ-0RkRL_8I/AAAAAAAABuE/9nTAXFWqMsg/s320/naughty%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace's explanation of the towels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79551c61e82f65df" 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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79551c61e82f65df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9E56BAB561522E34FAAFB79C44975E4EC6B39C.198FFB5BD5D95CC3E1D687826B1A6807B2FEDBD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79551c61e82f65df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdQ2zR97arA8v5OGTw80Xzt6I4rc&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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79551c61e82f65df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9E56BAB561522E34FAAFB79C44975E4EC6B39C.198FFB5BD5D95CC3E1D687826B1A6807B2FEDBD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79551c61e82f65df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdQ2zR97arA8v5OGTw80Xzt6I4rc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you tell him that you are going to put out the green (Naughty) towel, he breaks into hysterics and tells you that he's nice and going to be good.  (He was mad at me earlier today and told me that he was going to put the green towel out on me!)&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Gabby and Pops!&lt;br /&gt;We love these and they may stay out all 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/4722717401968762734-4375443460915646129?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4375443460915646129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4375443460915646129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4375443460915646129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4375443460915646129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='Naughty or Nice???'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQ-0cPHs7TI/AAAAAAAABuM/pdyBXkHRTl8/s72-c/naughty%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7815632844900686546</id><published>2010-12-17T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:16:46.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm on a blogging roll, here's some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate after she's rolled over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQte_1Bx1sI/AAAAAAAABtw/AHlnh10JoDY/s1600/food%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551635416323577538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQte_1Bx1sI/AAAAAAAABtw/AHlnh10JoDY/s320/food%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Typical Ace during naptime. Toys piled on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQte1UtbVrI/AAAAAAAABto/YuCTAUZBRQ0/s1600/misc%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551635235849590450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQte1UtbVrI/AAAAAAAABto/YuCTAUZBRQ0/s320/misc%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modeling her Christmas duds from Honey.&lt;br /&gt;They were a hit at Ace's Christmas party yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQtemrnCIGI/AAAAAAAABtg/MnTHy_WWVvs/s1600/misc%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551634984298750050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQtemrnCIGI/AAAAAAAABtg/MnTHy_WWVvs/s320/misc%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out that arm! Don't mess with my chunky monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQteWzwFddI/AAAAAAAABtY/V8EDkVneF5U/s1600/misc%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551634711606293970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQteWzwFddI/AAAAAAAABtY/V8EDkVneF5U/s320/misc%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't resist these piggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQteMZ2MBiI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9LPzPRTQqwo/s1600/misc%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551634532853876258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQteMZ2MBiI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9LPzPRTQqwo/s320/misc%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indulge me as I blog about Ace's Christmas party. I woke him up and told him "Ace, today is your Christmas party." He said "Am I gonna be four?" I said, "No, it's a birthday party for baby Jesus not you." He said, "Momma, I'm gonna eat ALL baby Jesus' cake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so fun to watch him with all his little friends. We had to bring a wrapped book for a book exchange. After his teacher explained what they were going to do and got EVERYONE quiet (including parents) I guess Ace thought the floor was his because he shouted, "Mrs. Maywald, we got a book from TARGET!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551637179924931394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQtgme9G40I/AAAAAAAABt4/dVZP0Yn_wSA/s320/misc%2B006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I had to get phone numbers from two moms who wanted Ace to come play. They don't even know what they are in for. I am so happy that the Lord has given our little man an enthusiastic and outgoing personality. Even though he's social, he can still be snuggly, calm and follow directions. Don't get me wrong, I'm ready for 4. Ace will even say, "Momma I'm not testin' you." If THAT tells you anything about our conversations lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...drum roll. Or...Lily Roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And, yes, she's tooting in this video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ce8c0632788fa406" 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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce8c0632788fa406%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70D6D9E63E8E7FF60A953D6A56B4AC67A6DF33D9.71063523A195290FD98E0121EC41D5168BF29446%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce8c0632788fa406%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTtQCUjln8nvSVYA2TfriFXO8phI&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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce8c0632788fa406%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70D6D9E63E8E7FF60A953D6A56B4AC67A6DF33D9.71063523A195290FD98E0121EC41D5168BF29446%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce8c0632788fa406%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTtQCUjln8nvSVYA2TfriFXO8phI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7815632844900686546?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7815632844900686546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7815632844900686546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7815632844900686546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7815632844900686546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-reason.html' title='No reason'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQte_1Bx1sI/AAAAAAAABtw/AHlnh10JoDY/s72-c/food%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8649928891240299745</id><published>2010-12-16T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T04:56:44.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weighing in at a lucky 13 pounds and 13 ounces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily Kate Evans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLZis57aI/AAAAAAAABtI/fYA9hRsAZbg/s1600/food%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551262024127344034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLZis57aI/AAAAAAAABtI/fYA9hRsAZbg/s320/food%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She passed her 4 month checkup with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLL8HcJfI/AAAAAAAABtA/K41alkWLNl8/s1600/food%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551261790431356402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLL8HcJfI/AAAAAAAABtA/K41alkWLNl8/s320/food%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lived up to one of her nicknames, Tinkerbell, by turning completely red in the face after being given two shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLBA0oMtI/AAAAAAAABs4/lTfwbg2OeoE/s1600/food%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551261602716070610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLBA0oMtI/AAAAAAAABs4/lTfwbg2OeoE/s320/food%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She celebrated her growth with a little rice cereal.  We were really excited with how well she did.  She's been smacking her lips for weeks.  It was almost cruel that all she got for all that smacking was tasteless mush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d5b15d10483b3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04d5b15d10483b3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FA9D9DA1E7C99C9E31F7FF48DE88C2CE2E7EC9E.6676163A503E26AC6390CCEB5C3FDD2EA7C7DCD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d5b15d10483b3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlPWhZFiFcsfee1AATYj8g77iqJw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04d5b15d10483b3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FA9D9DA1E7C99C9E31F7FF48DE88C2CE2E7EC9E.6676163A503E26AC6390CCEB5C3FDD2EA7C7DCD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d5b15d10483b3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlPWhZFiFcsfee1AATYj8g77iqJw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to a bunch of mommas talk about their babies flipping onto their tummys, wondering why Lily Kate hadn't caught on yet. I needn't have worried.  Tuesday and yesterday she's gone through a flipping frenzy. I guess she just needed the go ahead from her pediatrician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8649928891240299745?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8649928891240299745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8649928891240299745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8649928891240299745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8649928891240299745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/growing-girl.html' title='Growing Girl'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQoLZis57aI/AAAAAAAABtI/fYA9hRsAZbg/s72-c/food%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8729047408126560811</id><published>2010-12-13T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:33:34.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabby and Pops came in this weekend and they really outdid themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQbWmOPq4iI/AAAAAAAABsk/NXSaK0A4Vos/s1600/famev%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550359542927909410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQbWmOPq4iI/AAAAAAAABsk/NXSaK0A4Vos/s320/famev%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not only did they take care of the babies while Jonathan and I went golfing on Saturday morning, they stayed with Ace and Lily Kate while we went to dinner that night.  We almost had the entire day to ourselves!  It was a wonderful day together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate spent most of the weekend snuggling her Pops while Ace spent it learning Chutes and Ladders with Gabby and teaching them both all about Transformers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Gabby and Pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8729047408126560811?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8729047408126560811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8729047408126560811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8729047408126560811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8729047408126560811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-weekend.html' title='A Great Weekend'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQbWmOPq4iI/AAAAAAAABsk/NXSaK0A4Vos/s72-c/famev%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7452301727787485160</id><published>2010-12-11T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:49:00.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit it. I take it for granted that Ace's cousins live in the neighboring subdivision.  It is a huge blessing that I know will bring a lot of joy to Ace and Lily Kate as they grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brynley loves her "K K."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549403611962573394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNxLt5MglI/AAAAAAAABsU/1rSd067DNy0/s320/fam%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only my little toots knew how much they are loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pops gets a sweet smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNxUi1k6xI/AAAAAAAABsc/OoKexkxY15k/s1600/fam%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549403763613428498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNxUi1k6xI/AAAAAAAABsc/OoKexkxY15k/s320/fam%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabby gets a scrunched face smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNwY4Yl-PI/AAAAAAAABsM/M9nQQ9exfvM/s1600/fam%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549402738605291762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNwY4Yl-PI/AAAAAAAABsM/M9nQQ9exfvM/s320/fam%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I'm not so sure what Lily Kate is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Probably "Is it time to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNwQ38dujI/AAAAAAAABsE/RlSXrax0Pn4/s1600/fam%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549402601048357426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNwQ38dujI/AAAAAAAABsE/RlSXrax0Pn4/s320/fam%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember holidays with my cousins growing up (I had about 13 on my mom's side!).  I know they'll share a special bond and I hope it's even stronger since we live so close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey, Brynley, Ace and Froggie (Froggie stood in for Lily Kate who was asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNwGl7QH4I/AAAAAAAABr8/CJaDOMAn7oE/s1600/froggie%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549402424412741506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNwGl7QH4I/AAAAAAAABr8/CJaDOMAn7oE/s320/froggie%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am thankful to be in Houston close to cousins and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7452301727787485160?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7452301727787485160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7452301727787485160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7452301727787485160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7452301727787485160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/squeezable.html' title='Squeezable'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TQNxLt5MglI/AAAAAAAABsU/1rSd067DNy0/s72-c/fam%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-9091086183845523338</id><published>2010-12-08T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:30:06.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggy came to visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Ace's school, they have a backpack named Froggie who gets lonely when the kids leave so he goes home with a different child each weekend.  Last weekend was our turn.  Ace had a BLAST. (Sorry for the scanned pages. You may have to click on them to read 'em.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-Fn5jGi_I/AAAAAAAABr0/GBB2xErKo9k/s1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548300186453183474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-Fn5jGi_I/AAAAAAAABr0/GBB2xErKo9k/s400/scan0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace colored on every entry page.  This is painful for his OCD Mom who wants everything perfect and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FgLetiAI/AAAAAAAABrs/vMONEWlPtB4/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548300053827651586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FgLetiAI/AAAAAAAABrs/vMONEWlPtB4/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got to love Lily Kate's ears. She gets them from her Mommy, Sashi and great-grandad Poppy Gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FZ1jpalI/AAAAAAAABrk/hl0e3dbscm8/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548299944863558226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FZ1jpalI/AAAAAAAABrk/hl0e3dbscm8/s400/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FSw4O8gI/AAAAAAAABrc/GGRs9We_Ac4/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548299823348642306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FSw4O8gI/AAAAAAAABrc/GGRs9We_Ac4/s400/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FMYIiVoI/AAAAAAAABrU/10TbED_X3zU/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548299713626920578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-FMYIiVoI/AAAAAAAABrU/10TbED_X3zU/s400/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't think he was going to let Froggie go so I finished the journal the night before school and we read it together.  Last night, he asked me where Froggie was in a pitiful little voice and whimpered when I reminded him that he returned Froggie to Mrs. Maywald and Mrs. Coombs.  He said, "Mama, I want a Froggie" to which I then threw the 3 stuffed animals at him which he's slept with for years: Horton the Elephant, Tole the Koala and Teddy Bear the...well, that's obvious.  He asked if Santa would bring him one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Santa's elves can whip one up before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-9091086183845523338?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9091086183845523338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=9091086183845523338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/9091086183845523338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/9091086183845523338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/froggy-came-to-visit.html' title='Froggy came to visit'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TP-Fn5jGi_I/AAAAAAAABr0/GBB2xErKo9k/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2220484953701229867</id><published>2010-12-01T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:36:38.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We loaded up and headed to San Antonio for Thanksgiving this year.  When I say "loaded up" I mean it.  Jonathan's favorite holiday is Thanksgiving so he set the menu, I did the shopping and we loaded it all up in coolers to take and cook down at Honey and Sashi's.  Yes - we lost our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started out Thanksgiving with Turkey Cinnamon Rolls. (Used cinnamon rolls, biscuits and sprinkles to make a festive breakfast. Ace loved it!) Yikes, Mommy needs some makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLdfv6YgI/AAAAAAAABrI/vz-CIzumvx8/s1600/mims%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843698752446978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLdfv6YgI/AAAAAAAABrI/vz-CIzumvx8/s320/mims%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ummm...yes. Lily Kate is wearing her Halloween shirt on Thanksgiving.  Sometimes, I really think I've given all of my brains to my kids.  Oh well, just look for the Thanksgiving duds in our Christmas photos I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLVWS6CWI/AAAAAAAABrA/fokO9CP4T4Y/s1600/mims%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843558775916898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLVWS6CWI/AAAAAAAABrA/fokO9CP4T4Y/s320/mims%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and his mini-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLMg1_P3I/AAAAAAAABq4/1LJfjCrSQSQ/s1600/mims%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843406988590962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLMg1_P3I/AAAAAAAABq4/1LJfjCrSQSQ/s320/mims%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More cooking with Ace. Honey bought all of the goodies to make Turkey cookies.  We constructed about 4 before he lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLBJLlTBI/AAAAAAAABqw/Cu5i6FTQPUY/s1600/mims%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843211658152978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLBJLlTBI/AAAAAAAABqw/Cu5i6FTQPUY/s320/mims%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My FAVORITE part of the holiday was the lighting of the RiverWalk.  Honey got us incredible seats at an italian restaurant and all of the lights came on when it got dark.  Ace's comment was that it looked like Pixie Hollow (Tinkerbell's Home).  He was just amazed at the river parade that followed with all of the lighted boats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbK5YTsP1I/AAAAAAAABqo/HmIOHx8H6ZA/s1600/mims%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843078279741266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbK5YTsP1I/AAAAAAAABqo/HmIOHx8H6ZA/s320/mims%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Ace up to Sashi's office on our last afternoon in town. The Lighthouse is having a door decorating contest and everything used has to be recycled.  We cut up an old bathmat for the tree and some newspaper for the music notes.  Our singing ladies are smashed and painted Coke cans.  We made their bows out of old Capri Sun juice boxes and beer bottle caps (courtesy of Ace and Jonathan, in that order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbKuD-u4kI/AAAAAAAABqg/p157WbOcgM0/s1600/mims%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545842883844563522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbKuD-u4kI/AAAAAAAABqg/p157WbOcgM0/s320/mims%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate transitioned to Christmas in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbKmYWfYiI/AAAAAAAABqY/JrYR1tACC3Q/s1600/mims%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545842751873966626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbKmYWfYiI/AAAAAAAABqY/JrYR1tACC3Q/s320/mims%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2220484953701229867?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2220484953701229867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2220484953701229867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2220484953701229867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2220484953701229867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/12/turkey-day-travels.html' title='Turkey Day Travels'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TPbLdfv6YgI/AAAAAAAABrI/vz-CIzumvx8/s72-c/mims%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-4508099731094044141</id><published>2010-11-06T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:01:39.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was smiling to myself this morning thinking about nicknames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are Bubs and Mims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TNW_g0D5DaI/AAAAAAAABqE/mHLTx6YxlEQ/s1600/bubs+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536541887373577634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TNW_g0D5DaI/AAAAAAAABqE/mHLTx6YxlEQ/s320/bubs+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I call Ace a million things: Bubba, Fuzzy, Bubs, Mini-man, Handsome, Bumble Bee &amp;amp; Dude are a few of the more common ones right now.  Ace and I call Lily Kate "Mimmies" or "Mims" and it's rubbing off on everyone despite how silly it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad is King of Nicknames.  When I was growing up, I had soooo many:  Linus Gremlin, Cookin' Kell the Blonde Bombshell, Rottin Poot Bangs &amp;amp; Roozie are the memorable ones.  They each have a long story behind them and make me giggle when I think of them.  Mom and Dad still call me Rooz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister was: Lonely Leona &amp;amp; Sissy Hot Dog Rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonathan was called "Easy."  Hmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, they evoke such love and fun even though you sometimes sound ridiculous.  I'm laughing right now reading back over this!  Did you have a fun nickname???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-4508099731094044141?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4508099731094044141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=4508099731094044141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4508099731094044141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/4508099731094044141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/11/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TNW_g0D5DaI/AAAAAAAABqE/mHLTx6YxlEQ/s72-c/bubs+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5634365195833829533</id><published>2010-10-24T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:31:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings Over Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt B and Uncle James have been going to the Houston Air Show for over 10 years.  They used to go with my grandpa who flew during wartime.  A picture of "Paw Paw Johnny" hangs in Ace's room and, though he is no longer physically with us, Ace talks about Paw Paw all the time and knows he flew.  Paw Paw used to share his good candy &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; with me and he has a really special place in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSik4fKsaI/AAAAAAAABpw/zAaScEbiQsg/s1600/airshow+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531724996839911842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSik4fKsaI/AAAAAAAABpw/zAaScEbiQsg/s320/airshow+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan's grandad was a highly regarded airman too.  Ace comes from good stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSiZ6uq4XI/AAAAAAAABpo/I0mjn5NoPkY/s1600/airshow+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531724808463245682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSiZ6uq4XI/AAAAAAAABpo/I0mjn5NoPkY/s320/airshow+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was lovin' driving the hummer.&lt;br /&gt;The big attraction this year were the Thunderbird.  They were A-MA-ZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSiSw5OsbI/AAAAAAAABpg/viri9_hbpk4/s1600/airshow+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531724685564096946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSiSw5OsbI/AAAAAAAABpg/viri9_hbpk4/s320/airshow+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot describe how closely they flew together.  It was as if any of them changed their speed at all, they would touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSh9JPbAeI/AAAAAAAABpY/ISaGbqSSPv4/s1600/airshow+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531724314142507490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSh9JPbAeI/AAAAAAAABpY/ISaGbqSSPv4/s320/airshow+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't believe I actually managed a picture of one upside down and one right-side up!  Most of the time, they were so fast my camera was pointed in the entirely wrong direction because they had flown past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSh3JIS9hI/AAAAAAAABpQ/uZXIxSI1c8U/s1600/airshow+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531724211033404946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSh3JIS9hI/AAAAAAAABpQ/uZXIxSI1c8U/s320/airshow+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup! He rode the mechanical bull. HE insisted that's what he wanted to do and, despite promising me he wouldn't cry, the bull bucked a little too much and he cried to be let off.  Hey, high points for the attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMShx_hCXdI/AAAAAAAABpI/-hOv-qALpFU/s1600/airshow+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531724122553474514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMShx_hCXdI/AAAAAAAABpI/-hOv-qALpFU/s320/airshow+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fantastic time and Ace loved it.  He told Uncle James as we left that "it was the greatest time."  I have to give credit to Jonathan who stayed home with Lily Kate so that I could go.  He did feedings, naps and everything!!!  When I got home, she was happy, fed and clean.  I am still pretty amazed.  He was a little unhappy that he'd missed going to the HUGE Baylor win over Kansas in Waco but plans to travel to their bowl game to make up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5634365195833829533?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5634365195833829533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5634365195833829533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5634365195833829533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5634365195833829533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/wings-over-houston.html' title='Wings Over Houston'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TMSik4fKsaI/AAAAAAAABpw/zAaScEbiQsg/s72-c/airshow+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7284884708221338984</id><published>2010-10-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:44:53.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Settlin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/22d8xztu0bo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22d8xztu0bo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22d8xztu0bo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7284884708221338984?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7284884708221338984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7284884708221338984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7284884708221338984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7284884708221338984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/aint-settlin.html' title='Ain&apos;t Settlin&apos;'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-6960409315286385137</id><published>2010-10-16T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T12:46:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a good smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is there anything better than your babies' smiles?  I'll answer that: NOPE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so greedy for Lily Kate's for smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b3e3c9b1ccf8074" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b3e3c9b1ccf8074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D415484F7A5715318C461D60D099514A72C629005.7AE5543450A5AE8C513E77FE5C833112C924112E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b3e3c9b1ccf8074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK4xrLdC5lRziLDPXqkXSCyy86kc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b3e3c9b1ccf8074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D415484F7A5715318C461D60D099514A72C629005.7AE5543450A5AE8C513E77FE5C833112C924112E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b3e3c9b1ccf8074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK4xrLdC5lRziLDPXqkXSCyy86kc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonathan and I were soooo against "baby talk" with Ace.  We got off that high horse when Lily Kate was born because she ADORES baby talk and we will do anything and talk anyhow to get her to smile.  I thought Ace was a smiley baby but he has some competition here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-6960409315286385137?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6960409315286385137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=6960409315286385137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6960409315286385137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6960409315286385137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-good-smile.html' title='Love a good smile'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7042175539937260857</id><published>2010-10-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:30:33.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouty Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace has always been a fabulous picture-taker; he will say "cheese" for me whenever I get out the camera.  For the past two weeks, he has not cooperated.  Lily Kate was having none of it today until we just wore her out enough for her to go limp on some pumpkins.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLnuIWrc8HI/AAAAAAAABok/If6vdeyHrc4/s1600/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528711844868190322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLnuIWrc8HI/AAAAAAAABok/If6vdeyHrc4/s320/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace does this face when he's tired of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLnt8cs5fsI/AAAAAAAABoc/UNGN2wrwWLA/s1600/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528711640326438594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLnt8cs5fsI/AAAAAAAABoc/UNGN2wrwWLA/s320/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I will brag and say that this little pumpkin stopped traffic. Everyone around us stopped to ooh and aah over her.  She's getting more beautiful every day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLntzBj4hEI/AAAAAAAABoU/yBWEvc6Xyxs/s1600/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528711478422045762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLntzBj4hEI/AAAAAAAABoU/yBWEvc6Xyxs/s320/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attempting a pic of both kids at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLntqL32NDI/AAAAAAAABoM/naUpu8gyTfo/s1600/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528711326571312178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLntqL32NDI/AAAAAAAABoM/naUpu8gyTfo/s320/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah me.  I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ace got ice cream afterwards and I'm about to get a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I'm a CPA and not a photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7042175539937260857?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7042175539937260857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7042175539937260857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7042175539937260857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7042175539937260857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/pouty-pumpkins.html' title='Pouty Pumpkins'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TLnuIWrc8HI/AAAAAAAABok/If6vdeyHrc4/s72-c/10.16.2010+Pumpkins+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8421539527365093532</id><published>2010-10-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:38:12.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best afternoon ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were to imagine my perfect afternoon, it would have been last Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;75 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A shady spot at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burgers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding my babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKthTN_-2WI/AAAAAAAABnY/Wc91pSrkVTQ/s1600/misc+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524616350703475042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKthTN_-2WI/AAAAAAAABnY/Wc91pSrkVTQ/s320/misc+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I shut my eyes a few times and just listened to Jonathan and Ace playing and laughing &amp;amp; the sound of Lily Kate breathing.  I can't imagine a bigger gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKthK5CPnsI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Zpr7ge0Vl6g/s1600/misc+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524616207636864706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKthK5CPnsI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Zpr7ge0Vl6g/s320/misc+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It didn't last long enough and I'm hoping for a repeat this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKtg8JI_JoI/AAAAAAAABnI/FHvWn794FHQ/s1600/misc+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524615954262075010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKtg8JI_JoI/AAAAAAAABnI/FHvWn794FHQ/s320/misc+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was nice to slow down, turn the tv off (which never happens in our house) and just feel the sun on my skin along with a cool breeze. (Houston gets plenty of the sun but not the breeze!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will retreat to the memory of this afternoon whenever I have a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8421539527365093532?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8421539527365093532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8421539527365093532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8421539527365093532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8421539527365093532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-afternoon-ever.html' title='Best afternoon ever!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKthTN_-2WI/AAAAAAAABnY/Wc91pSrkVTQ/s72-c/misc+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-3335664568620900040</id><published>2010-09-27T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:03:59.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had some fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace went to his first Baylor game with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKC-CJesUjI/AAAAAAAABmw/Siut9KQAeos/s1600/misc+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521622087269896754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKC-CJesUjI/AAAAAAAABmw/Siut9KQAeos/s320/misc+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy had a bunch of late nights at work so we entertained ourselves however possible.  Thursday, Ace spent the afternoon running in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521621622072647362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKC9nEfBnsI/AAAAAAAABmg/B4U9WLnbT70/s320/misc+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's one good thing about hot and rainy Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKC90bf4eVI/AAAAAAAABmo/N8Jh0Vykzpw/s1600/misc+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521621851588557138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKC90bf4eVI/AAAAAAAABmo/N8Jh0Vykzpw/s320/misc+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Lily Kate started smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had really begun to worry about this little thing not smiling because big brother had set quite a precedent of smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36f1f0b1a0808b7e" 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%3D36f1f0b1a0808b7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D16C395B892A3CDD9C9AA6F461DA87697DE6D26.7EE6BFD93C46C5929A482B762EA656F3760BFB34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36f1f0b1a0808b7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSTjdDQ-s8BjyAOnGK3vjOBsl4ik&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%3D36f1f0b1a0808b7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D16C395B892A3CDD9C9AA6F461DA87697DE6D26.7EE6BFD93C46C5929A482B762EA656F3760BFB34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36f1f0b1a0808b7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSTjdDQ-s8BjyAOnGK3vjOBsl4ik&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am desperate for a new camera.  My PowerShot is really taking horrible pictures lately - they are all grainy and all of my nighttime pics are smudged.  Taking suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-3335664568620900040?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3335664568620900040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=3335664568620900040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3335664568620900040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/3335664568620900040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-week.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TKC-CJesUjI/AAAAAAAABmw/Siut9KQAeos/s72-c/misc+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8914862024580363500</id><published>2010-09-21T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:38:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday evening it was in the 70s!  I took the kids to the playground and we stayed over an hour.  We had it all to ourselves.  I love these times with Ace when he does nothing but giggle and smile and indulges me by letting me take countless photos of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjB0QwJ0MI/AAAAAAAABmY/uZPUPWEfsRo/s1600/park1+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519374446936838338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjB0QwJ0MI/AAAAAAAABmY/uZPUPWEfsRo/s320/park1+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess Lily Kate doesn't like the swings yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjBrLzqEtI/AAAAAAAABmQ/gcV20cVLXHU/s1600/park1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519374290990535378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjBrLzqEtI/AAAAAAAABmQ/gcV20cVLXHU/s320/park1+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I could make time stand still, it would be looking at this face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjBMRa4O5I/AAAAAAAABmI/mENDFj4oCds/s1600/park+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519373759921273746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjBMRa4O5I/AAAAAAAABmI/mENDFj4oCds/s320/park+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;...or maybe this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjBDnIr1SI/AAAAAAAABmA/4vm3rVf6bE8/s1600/park+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519373611131720994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjBDnIr1SI/AAAAAAAABmA/4vm3rVf6bE8/s320/park+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Brother showing little sis how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjA4v2L6FI/AAAAAAAABl4/nF2Hkrqu1kc/s1600/park+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519373424491489362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjA4v2L6FI/AAAAAAAABl4/nF2Hkrqu1kc/s320/park+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, I didn't slide her down the slide.  She was so pooped, she hardly cared where I put her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjAqP1uk5I/AAAAAAAABlw/lIfiP8dbMVs/s1600/park+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519373175381463954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjAqP1uk5I/AAAAAAAABlw/lIfiP8dbMVs/s320/park+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I took pictures of her all over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjAeIoAlEI/AAAAAAAABlo/QOtwqghwZwk/s1600/park+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519372967286445122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjAeIoAlEI/AAAAAAAABlo/QOtwqghwZwk/s320/park+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maternity leave is over this week and I start back on Monday. How I will miss the time when the only thing I have to concentrate on is my two angels.  Last night was a treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8914862024580363500?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8914862024580363500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8914862024580363500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8914862024580363500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8914862024580363500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/09/playground-pictures.html' title='Playground Pictures'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJjB0QwJ0MI/AAAAAAAABmY/uZPUPWEfsRo/s72-c/park1+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7901772591737863174</id><published>2010-09-20T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:07:57.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sip N See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday was the biggest treat! Brittany threw a Sip n See for Ms. Lily Kate and Mr. Gray Kadane.  Gray is only one and a half months older than Lily Kate  and Mommy is calling dibs on him for Lily Kate's future...although, she met Jack Davis (4 weeks) and Will Emmons (6 months) this past weekend as well.  Choices, choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the beautiful fireplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLgXVRYJI/AAAAAAAABlg/DagkXIOIMgY/s1600/sipnsee+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519103625245319314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLgXVRYJI/AAAAAAAABlg/DagkXIOIMgY/s320/sipnsee+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite the couple, wouldn't you say???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLZAH_SYI/AAAAAAAABlY/uIB2y5ym5IU/s1600/sipnsee+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519103498756508034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLZAH_SYI/AAAAAAAABlY/uIB2y5ym5IU/s320/sipnsee+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud mommies and the best hostess ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(No, Kate and I did not call each other an coordinate our outfits before hand. I guess mommy-wear is just coral colored.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLI3vDTQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/8zZFMzzFGpA/s1600/sipnsee+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519103221626522882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLI3vDTQI/AAAAAAAABlQ/8zZFMzzFGpA/s320/sipnsee+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The unbelievable spread including Klaassen cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfK8oQYgfI/AAAAAAAABlI/gJ3U1ULAstE/s1600/sipnsee+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519103011312927218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfK8oQYgfI/AAAAAAAABlI/gJ3U1ULAstE/s320/sipnsee+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Will Emmons and Lily Kate.  She was crying and made the poor guy cry too.  &lt;div&gt;If she wants an empathetic, sensitive guy, Will is her man. (Ace always calls him "Baby Wilson.")&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfKzWuzvwI/AAAAAAAABlA/h406Szi9Bn0/s1600/sipnsee+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519102851989880578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfKzWuzvwI/AAAAAAAABlA/h406Szi9Bn0/s320/sipnsee+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily Kate and her Aunt Shannon.  Gorgeous girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfKlx5d16I/AAAAAAAABk4/weyMQmbTaWU/s1600/sipnsee+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519102618764171170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfKlx5d16I/AAAAAAAABk4/weyMQmbTaWU/s320/sipnsee+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfKeI3Yw3I/AAAAAAAABkw/oz3CWH3zyKg/s1600/sipnsee+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519102487490511730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfKeI3Yw3I/AAAAAAAABkw/oz3CWH3zyKg/s320/sipnsee+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a memorable time. Unfortunately, my camera turned on me and blurred most of my photos! I'm going to have to beg around for copies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Brittany for the best time ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7901772591737863174?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7901772591737863174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7901772591737863174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7901772591737863174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7901772591737863174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/09/sip-n-see.html' title='Sip N See'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TJfLgXVRYJI/AAAAAAAABlg/DagkXIOIMgY/s72-c/sipnsee+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-6840271400634246279</id><published>2010-09-11T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:09:47.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace had his first HOMEWORK project.  I was so nerdy-excited over this and wanted it to be perfect.  He had to put photos of his family on a house that the teacher sent home.  As soon as he got up from his nap we were printing photos.  I knew I couldn't do it for him (as badly as I wanted to) so I thought my circle hole-punch would make everything clean looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace punched the photos and the white paper.  Then I told him he could draw a picture of everyone on their white circle...it ended up more like scribbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfbQNhlcI/AAAAAAAABko/W4Y3RzxQMu4/s1600/misc+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747827946460610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfbQNhlcI/AAAAAAAABko/W4Y3RzxQMu4/s320/misc+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had some brads in my craft cabinet so we covered the pictures and made "windows" in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfSneaP1I/AAAAAAAABkg/bBki6sNVQNg/s1600/misc+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747679572475730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfSneaP1I/AAAAAAAABkg/bBki6sNVQNg/s320/misc+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Hula made it although you can't really see her in the lower right corner.&lt;br /&gt;Ace used Elmer's glue which ended up soaking through the photo paper and giving everyone pink splotches in the middle of their faces!!!!  I thought to myself, when Ace goes to school tomorrow, I'll just redo the whole thing.  Then I came to my senses and just left it as the 3yr old's masterpiece that it is.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pic we used of Lily Kate.  Looking more like her Daddy every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfLzIN5NI/AAAAAAAABkY/mHi73y8Sn9g/s1600/lily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747562441532626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfLzIN5NI/AAAAAAAABkY/mHi73y8Sn9g/s320/lily.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to take this picture of Ace because he's been OBSESSED with my iPhone lately.  He can use it better than I can and I frequently find my wallpaper changed or my ringtones mixed around.  He even called one of my clients! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfBhKb5kI/AAAAAAAABkQ/loSX-GhietI/s1600/misc+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747385820309058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfBhKb5kI/AAAAAAAABkQ/loSX-GhietI/s320/misc+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE this pic of the kids. Lily Kate isn't smiling very much yet but she will give those rare treats to her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIve6nzbE9I/AAAAAAAABkI/J_A0VMwwwD0/s1600/misc+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747267343750098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIve6nzbE9I/AAAAAAAABkI/J_A0VMwwwD0/s320/misc+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My three loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIveybOg78I/AAAAAAAABkA/s2cXaD9Ga-M/s1600/misc+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747126528765890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIveybOg78I/AAAAAAAABkA/s2cXaD9Ga-M/s320/misc+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy does exist! (You'd never know it from most of our photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIverF6MoZI/AAAAAAAABj4/ucavNT67S-o/s1600/family+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515747000547320210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIverF6MoZI/AAAAAAAABj4/ucavNT67S-o/s320/family+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two more weeks of maternity leave then our world will change again. For now, we are really enjoying preschool and time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-6840271400634246279?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6840271400634246279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=6840271400634246279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6840271400634246279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/6840271400634246279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-family.html' title='Our Family'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TIvfbQNhlcI/AAAAAAAABko/W4Y3RzxQMu4/s72-c/misc+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2782976555226399983</id><published>2010-09-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:18:46.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>Here are some of our funny/ memorable moments from the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace sitting across from Jonathan at the dinner table asks, "Daddy, how was your day today?" then "Did you have a good day Dad?"  I melted just listening to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Kate let out a blood-curdling scream yesterday (while I was looking at her).  I ran over to her to discover she had a death-grip on her HAIR and was pulling it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call boobs "minnies" (I don't know why) and we use the same word for boys and girls.  Ace asked me if Lily Kate would eat from "Daddy's minnies."  I WISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has given me such a hard time for teaching Ace that his you-know-what is called a "don't touch."  So I tried to change it and teach him it's called a weenie.  He was in the bath last week and told me he was cooking his weenie for me to eat, that it would help me grow "big and strong."  Commence faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace doesn't like to be taken out of the car by the ladies in the car line at preschool. Here's our conversation every schoolday morning:&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, you take me in."&lt;br /&gt;"School doesn't let mommies come in, only kids."&lt;br /&gt;"Even you?" (My heart melts at this point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could get all of these moments on video.  This is the best part of mommy-hood for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2782976555226399983?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2782976555226399983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2782976555226399983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2782976555226399983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2782976555226399983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/09/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1838409839443746880</id><published>2010-09-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:56:51.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace's 2009 Yearbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is MOMENTOUS!  I finally finished Ace's 2009 Yearbook!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used Picaboo.com for Ace's 2007 and 2008 yearbooks and thought I'd look around to make sure it was still the best product for me.  I wanted the ability to make my own layouts, determine the size of my text boxes and position everything where I wanted it on the page.  Picaboo hadn't previously allowed me to do any of those as all of their layouts and sizes were set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried Blurb and SmileBooks.  I liked that these two offered complete customization but it was taking me FOREVER to complete just one month.  After two full days of frustration at my lack of progress, I went back to Picaboo and discovered that it actually revamped its software and now calls it PicabooX.  PicabooX let me change the size and position of photos and text, yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I absolutely love about PicabooX is all of the fun backgrounds.  I'm sure my affinity for Picaboo comes somewhat from the fact that I'm familiar with it and can produce a book quickly.  I also love that they are always running promotions.  When I ordered my book today, I got 40% off!!!!  (That meant that I saved $78 and paid $125 for his book.  If I compare that to the cost of getting all of the photos printed at the store and putting them in a paper scrapbook, I know I saved a ton of money.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to my masterpiece.  I will be eagerly checking my mailbox all next week for it!!!  Now I can actually start working on the current year.  (Since I've already taken over 500 photos of Lily Kate, I need to start the editing process early.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://app.picaboo.com/WebView/Project.aspx?clientID=f81c46b73ce54dc583536282ffd269ae&amp;amp;version=42957"&gt;http://app.picaboo.com/WebView/Project.aspx?clientID=f81c46b73ce54dc583536282ffd269ae&amp;amp;version=42957&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1838409839443746880?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1838409839443746880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1838409839443746880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1838409839443746880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1838409839443746880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/09/aces-2009-yearbook.html' title='Ace&apos;s 2009 Yearbook'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-418998025607077654</id><published>2010-08-31T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:04:50.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In hot, humid Houston our first-day-of-school photo is a little fuzzy because the humidity got to the camera lens!  I woke Ace up and started singing "I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it" which he wanted to sing all the way to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0mWACTnzI/AAAAAAAABjY/NbCaEGZbewk/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511603678380007218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0mWACTnzI/AAAAAAAABjY/NbCaEGZbewk/s320/08.31.10+ACE+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He indulged me with a photo in the hallway.  When we got out of the car he wanted to know if I and Lily Kate were going to stay in class with him.  I was scared to tell him no but he didn't seem to mind. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0mGoQfRHI/AAAAAAAABjQ/gZwA647klqM/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511603414299001970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0mGoQfRHI/AAAAAAAABjQ/gZwA647klqM/s320/08.31.10+ACE+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His little backpack is even bigger than he is!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the play-by-play of him going into his classroom...&lt;br /&gt;"Peeking" in to see Mrs. Maywald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0ly9YslPI/AAAAAAAABjI/L4AoQaw9wTo/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511603076373189874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0ly9YslPI/AAAAAAAABjI/L4AoQaw9wTo/s320/08.31.10+ACE+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The teacher asked him to get his little lunchbox out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lnrMG5eI/AAAAAAAABjA/4zSry0HmU5Y/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511602882509989346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lnrMG5eI/AAAAAAAABjA/4zSry0HmU5Y/s320/08.31.10+ACE+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He put his lunchbox in the designated basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lalpsetI/AAAAAAAABi4/a8KShuOj8RI/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511602657685174994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lalpsetI/AAAAAAAABi4/a8KShuOj8RI/s320/08.31.10+ACE+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he put his backpack on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lJy31OPI/AAAAAAAABiw/_BRfXQ1qUaw/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511602369176353010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lJy31OPI/AAAAAAAABiw/_BRfXQ1qUaw/s320/08.31.10+ACE+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he found his name on a little monkey and picked out his cubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lAWmDHCI/AAAAAAAABio/FzDxOIWcmVY/s1600/08.31.10+ACE+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511602206966750242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0lAWmDHCI/AAAAAAAABio/FzDxOIWcmVY/s320/08.31.10+ACE+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After he stuck his name on his cubby, Mrs. Maywald said he could go play and he said, "Thank you" and went straight over to all of the plastic animals he played with at his classroom visit last week.  He didn't even tell me goodbye.  I swallowed the lump in my throat and snuggled Lily Kate all the way back to the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can't WAIT to hear how it goes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-418998025607077654?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/418998025607077654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=418998025607077654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/418998025607077654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/418998025607077654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TH0mWACTnzI/AAAAAAAABjY/NbCaEGZbewk/s72-c/08.31.10+ACE+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1360159207831879423</id><published>2010-08-29T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:08:29.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Big Brother EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ace has SHOCKED me with his treatment of Lily Kate. He constantly wants to hold her and kiss her.  He told me the other morning, "I'm going to give Lily Kate all your kisses!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpy67p6toI/AAAAAAAABig/08C08Z-XSSA/s1600/IMG_9458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510843450812708482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpy67p6toI/AAAAAAAABig/08C08Z-XSSA/s320/IMG_9458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now, his big thing is for her to lay on his chest.  He says, "Mommy, I want Lily Kate on my chest" and he pats himself with his sweet little hands. Melt my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpyvdm6bxI/AAAAAAAABiY/Z4ETK50U_5w/s1600/IMG_9466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510843253768482578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpyvdm6bxI/AAAAAAAABiY/Z4ETK50U_5w/s320/IMG_9466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really likes for me to tell Lily Kate about him.  He'll say, "Mommy, tell her I'm her big brother," "Tell her I love her," "Tell her my name is Ace."  This morning, we listed all of the things he'd teach her.  His list included: all about Blue Angel airplanes, how to wear a hat, how to pee pee in the potty, how to kiss, how to brush her teeth (when she gets some) and how to play Transformers...just the important things I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpybppkdDI/AAAAAAAABiQ/VovTdjzBBgo/s1600/IMG_9454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510842913403466802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpybppkdDI/AAAAAAAABiQ/VovTdjzBBgo/s320/IMG_9454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I can just keep him from smushing her and poking her head.  Wish I understood his fascination with those.  Golden Rule: Never leave him alone with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d013bd94d226daf" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d013bd94d226daf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D503F67D55A981067CFB2CD810BDFB429F838510A.40C6E44AE2163E45B973AC9AF001D2CEE242B726%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d013bd94d226daf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtJU7tdQOA1l5lXkWuK-kuXr5wv4&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d013bd94d226daf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D503F67D55A981067CFB2CD810BDFB429F838510A.40C6E44AE2163E45B973AC9AF001D2CEE242B726%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d013bd94d226daf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtJU7tdQOA1l5lXkWuK-kuXr5wv4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am thrilled that they love each other so.  She stops crying every time he holds her and just stares up at him with what I imagine to be complete adoration.  I'm loving it while it lasts.  It's not likely to go much past her ability to grab a monster truck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1360159207831879423?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1360159207831879423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1360159207831879423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1360159207831879423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1360159207831879423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-big-brother-ever.html' title='Best Big Brother EVER!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THpy67p6toI/AAAAAAAABig/08C08Z-XSSA/s72-c/IMG_9458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7685477035142579047</id><published>2010-08-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:11:52.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I wish he'd stay little forever, my little man is getting big and getting geared up to start school next week.  &lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; week started with a home visit from his teacher.  This was THE best thing that could have transitioned Ace into school.  The home visit was awesome; I got to ask all of my "stupid" questions and his teacher got to meet Ace in his environment which made him so comfortable. I feel really fortunate for the home visit to be a part of this experience for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we visited his classroom today, the ONLY reason he went into the room was to see Mrs. Maywald's familiar face.  Here he is outside his school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbU3G6IrUI/AAAAAAAABiI/wQbyGAI0USE/s1600/08.26.10+Ace+class+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509825237346725186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbU3G6IrUI/AAAAAAAABiI/wQbyGAI0USE/s320/08.26.10+Ace+class+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was really scared to go into his classroom so it took us a while to actually get IN to the room.  But he said, "Mama, I want to see Mrs. Maywald" and I peeked my head in the room and told him she was there and his face lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUt5yRPqI/AAAAAAAABiA/tU0jD_S2VzA/s1600/08.26.10+Ace+class+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509825079205248674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUt5yRPqI/AAAAAAAABiA/tU0jD_S2VzA/s320/08.26.10+Ace+class+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is outside his door. (Nope, he didn't have to go to the bathroom. Just posing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUlYOGfiI/AAAAAAAABh4/iKIzE_ZiKd8/s1600/08.26.10+Ace+class+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509824932756225570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUlYOGfiI/AAAAAAAABh4/iKIzE_ZiKd8/s320/08.26.10+Ace+class+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun to see all of the stations they have set up around the room and learn all of the skills he's supposed to develop at each one. He gravitated to all of the animals (JUST like at home) and stayed there the majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUdPGnQWI/AAAAAAAABhw/YSvECn7YJ_I/s1600/08.26.10+Ace+class+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509824792869945698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUdPGnQWI/AAAAAAAABhw/YSvECn7YJ_I/s320/08.26.10+Ace+class+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was funny when he told me, "Mommy, don't touch my computer."  Hmmm, he's heard that once or twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUR3PrO_I/AAAAAAAABho/6oxWR84RXD0/s1600/08.26.10+Ace+class+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509824597486943218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUR3PrO_I/AAAAAAAABho/6oxWR84RXD0/s320/08.26.10+Ace+class+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really had a great time and didn't want to leave.  He even told Mrs. Maywald that he loved her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUIu8FA2I/AAAAAAAABhg/0RjR1mj5Rqc/s1600/08.26.10+Ace+class+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509824440638440290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbUIu8FA2I/AAAAAAAABhg/0RjR1mj5Rqc/s320/08.26.10+Ace+class+(10).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He impressed me by being very well-behaved: sharing, no tantrums and very little whining.  Of course, he was the loudest kid there (no surprise as we have been asking ourselves lately why he talks so loud and so much).  I warned Mrs. Maywald about his talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for him to start this little class.  The kids in his class seemed pretty shy (Since Ace never knew shy, he should be good for them!) but really sweet and friendly too.  They all stuck pretty close to their parents.  I can't wait for him to tell me all that he learns when he starts next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Lily Kate was a trooper through it all.  She just hung out in the Baby Bjorn the entire time.  She and I are headed to parent orientation tonight.  Wish us luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-7685477035142579047?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7685477035142579047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7685477035142579047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7685477035142579047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7685477035142579047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/classroom-visit.html' title='Classroom Visit'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THbU3G6IrUI/AAAAAAAABiI/wQbyGAI0USE/s72-c/08.26.10+Ace+class+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-1957351832662318811</id><published>2010-08-23T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:13:09.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it's going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone asks, "How's it going?"  So here's an update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was my first day at home alone with both kids.  My head is pounding and I had a tiny breakdown (but got rid of it with the thought of a bath and the Bachelor Pad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL6gay6-7I/AAAAAAAABhM/MOM8bjOCPIU/s1600/08.23.2010+Ace+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508740729083198386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL6gay6-7I/AAAAAAAABhM/MOM8bjOCPIU/s320/08.23.2010+Ace+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace doesn't want to take a bath with Lily Kate yet. I think he likes the one-on-one attention he gets during bathtime.  Other than this, he's pretty much wiling to share anything with his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL56rl_UGI/AAAAAAAABhE/5k-uBpO9yjc/s1600/08.23.2010+Ace+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508740080757330018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL56rl_UGI/AAAAAAAABhE/5k-uBpO9yjc/s320/08.23.2010+Ace+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan and I are both trying really hard to make Ace feel special.  Jonathan was convinced that I should get out of the house and go to the mall (on tax-free weekend...a circus).  A carousel ride with Daddy was super special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL5bb61U9I/AAAAAAAABg8/ynEOH_Okn-s/s1600/08.23.2010+Ace+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739543973843922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL5bb61U9I/AAAAAAAABg8/ynEOH_Okn-s/s320/08.23.2010+Ace+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Hula has not been forgotten in all of the excitement (although I think she wishes Ace would forget about her - he terrorizes her so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL5R9TAcUI/AAAAAAAABg0/CNApQ0I4jOE/s1600/08.23.2010+Ace+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508739381134913858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL5R9TAcUI/AAAAAAAABg0/CNApQ0I4jOE/s320/08.23.2010+Ace+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall, Ace is a great big brother so far.  He is constantly saying he loves her and wants to know where she is every minute.  He wants her to tuck him in for naps and asks for her first when I wake him up in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b2c3999107322d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b2c3999107322d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C34FADF245429429B99AF61F98A6A3A104EC62A.816F609F4A96222FA23674A65D94D7B310C94965%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b2c3999107322d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ4uyXrjyqsxROoQXdY2DqCDQAgA&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b2c3999107322d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C34FADF245429429B99AF61F98A6A3A104EC62A.816F609F4A96222FA23674A65D94D7B310C94965%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b2c3999107322d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ4uyXrjyqsxROoQXdY2DqCDQAgA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope his sweetness towards her continues.  The only thing I've had to watch closely is he likes to snuggle/ smush her.  He isn't quite as jealous as I worried he would be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see what tomorrow brings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully more smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-1957351832662318811?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1957351832662318811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=1957351832662318811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1957351832662318811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/1957351832662318811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-its-going.html' title='How it&apos;s going...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/THL6gay6-7I/AAAAAAAABhM/MOM8bjOCPIU/s72-c/08.23.2010+Ace+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-7957974088927389391</id><published>2010-08-17T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:13:00.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace is coming home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are sooooooooooo excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acey is coming home tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrPuoajdwI/AAAAAAAABgs/cH9jioBwToQ/s1600/07.09+Ace+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506441894443579138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrPuoajdwI/AAAAAAAABgs/cH9jioBwToQ/s400/07.09+Ace+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hearts will be complete again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrPkYIfN7I/AAAAAAAABgk/5wP_rbCGPAE/s1600/07.09+Ace+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506441718274144178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrPkYIfN7I/AAAAAAAABgk/5wP_rbCGPAE/s400/07.09+Ace+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace spent the first week of Lily Kate's life at B's house.  The next Tuesday, he went to San Antonio to spend the week with Honey and Sashi.  After too many tears to count over the past two weeks from missing him, Ace is coming home tomorrow. Yippee!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Ace was born, I told everyone I wanted nothing more than to be alone at home with Ace and Jonathan.  When Ace was a c-section, I realized how bad I needed help.  This time around, I called in the troops and they were AWESOME!  B took Ace so that I could take advantage of Honey at home with me and Lily Kate.  Ace could not have been happier anywhere else - B personally knows the present fairy and she came to visit Ace every morning!  He's had a blast at Honey's but hearing his sweet voice say, "Mommy, I want to come to my house," just broke my heart into a million pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mudflap, Skids is soooooooo ready to kiss all over your face tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4722717401968762734-7957974088927389391?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7957974088927389391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=7957974088927389391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7957974088927389391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/7957974088927389391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/ace-is-coming-home.html' title='Ace is coming home!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrPuoajdwI/AAAAAAAABgs/cH9jioBwToQ/s72-c/07.09+Ace+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8614274375160609687</id><published>2010-08-17T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:04:26.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily Kate is two weeks old and I am finally getting back in the swing of things.  I've been spending all my time trying to remember how to care for an infant.  I can't believe the past two weeks have passed as fast as they have.  Here are some shots I took of Lily Kate on a random afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pink is her color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMdN7Fp8I/AAAAAAAABgc/-G5CxzRyLio/s1600/08.08.10+LK+(66).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506438296739620802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMdN7Fp8I/AAAAAAAABgc/-G5CxzRyLio/s320/08.08.10+LK+(66).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nope, red is her color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMPmhVkWI/AAAAAAAABgU/QyviZCGc-1g/s1600/08.08.10+LK+(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506438062824329570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMPmhVkWI/AAAAAAAABgU/QyviZCGc-1g/s320/08.08.10+LK+(48).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe she makes any color beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMFYqnqCI/AAAAAAAABgM/C91ci-YBIxs/s1600/08.08.10+LK+(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506437887306475554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMFYqnqCI/AAAAAAAABgM/C91ci-YBIxs/s320/08.08.10+LK+(43).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lele, Brookelyn and Braedyn made a 10 HOUR car trip from Arkansas to meet Lily Kate. (All my other photos of LK and family are stuck on my iPhone!)  They wanted to hold her so bad that Tata gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrL7HZWKFI/AAAAAAAABgE/CyPP2YjDu_I/s1600/08.06.10+LK+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506437710871930962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrL7HZWKFI/AAAAAAAABgE/CyPP2YjDu_I/s320/08.06.10+LK+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason, Honey and I found Lily Kate's yawn totallly precious. Every time she yawned we were late with the camera until this pic...you would have thought we won the lottery when we saw we'd captured the elusive yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrLtI_U3uI/AAAAAAAABf8/E9bbUa7jk3k/s1600/08.03.10+LK+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506437470781497058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrLtI_U3uI/AAAAAAAABf8/E9bbUa7jk3k/s320/08.03.10+LK+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is a complete treat.  She looks so much like Ace that I find myself calling her "Bubba" and feeling like I'm dressing Ace in girls' clothing!  Though I doubted my ability to love anyone as much as I love Ace, Lily Kate has taught me how wrong I was.  I feel like I have loved her my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8614274375160609687?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8614274375160609687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8614274375160609687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8614274375160609687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8614274375160609687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-photos.html' title='Finally photos!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TGrMdN7Fp8I/AAAAAAAABgc/-G5CxzRyLio/s72-c/08.08.10+LK+(66).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8484614648302284254</id><published>2010-07-29T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:19:08.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Kate's birthday...today?</title><content type='html'>I've chronicled the drama of the morning on my "belly blog."  See link on the right to "Kelly's Belly." Hopefully I'll be able to start posting pics of our new addition on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8484614648302284254?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8484614648302284254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8484614648302284254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8484614648302284254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8484614648302284254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/07/lily-kates-birthdaytoday.html' title='Lily Kate&apos;s birthday...today?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8189454783062865702</id><published>2010-07-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:47:58.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was working this morning and heard the sweetest little singing voice.  Then I heard, "Mommy, I need to go poo poo."  Like any mother, I grabbed my iPhone and my camera and made him sing it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b311c08209a366e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b311c08209a366e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D764E531F9465908595AFFFB3B04D591BD248193.22EB7E49A2A225551183BACBB7AC80B936FB1114%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b311c08209a366e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLgExFoL5NQ1_2b6ym4-ZUDZ2aPo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b311c08209a366e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D764E531F9465908595AFFFB3B04D591BD248193.22EB7E49A2A225551183BACBB7AC80B936FB1114%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b311c08209a366e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLgExFoL5NQ1_2b6ym4-ZUDZ2aPo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love the dimple, love the smile, love the voice.  Couldn't be any more in love than I am right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8189454783062865702?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8189454783062865702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8189454783062865702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8189454783062865702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8189454783062865702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/07/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2435997801362248809</id><published>2010-07-12T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:45:18.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Using the pregnancy excuse AGAIN!  &lt;/div&gt;Here's a hodge podge of our happenings for the past MONTH that I haven't been blogging.  It's just been such a crazy house around here lately. I'm hoping to post before and after photos of all the construction and painting that we finished last month and I'll post all of the projects I've been working on for Lily Kate's arrival on the Belly blog as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the boys at Brynley's 2nd birthday party.  Ace is such a little fish in his floaties.  I still hover over him continuously but so does his daddy so I don't apologize for it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt8EkaUFmI/AAAAAAAABfg/3lWZmqcUUy8/s1600/various+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493120588443817570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt8EkaUFmI/AAAAAAAABfg/3lWZmqcUUy8/s320/various+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue cookie monster cupcake = bright green poop. No need to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt7zX6WSsI/AAAAAAAABfY/7XjtUn6w4pk/s1600/various+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493120293030742722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt7zX6WSsI/AAAAAAAABfY/7XjtUn6w4pk/s320/various+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ace had a serious fever week before last (went to the doctor who just said it was a 24hr virus). All he wanted to do while he was battling his little virus was snuggle.  Here's the boys snuggling while we were watching WipeOut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt7jhPf7oI/AAAAAAAABfQ/CRZrWAWU5Ws/s1600/various+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493120020657467010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt7jhPf7oI/AAAAAAAABfQ/CRZrWAWU5Ws/s320/various+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Ace waiting for the fireworks to start on the 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt7WKoSpwI/AAAAAAAABfI/bwL33-rVsOI/s1600/various+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119791249139458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt7WKoSpwI/AAAAAAAABfI/bwL33-rVsOI/s320/various+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace's sweet voice just melts me every time he speaks - no matter what he's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a276ad7d47e91ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a276ad7d47e91ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D005A3821DD366C8D0684D5C01B99EA54714CB5.2390691167D0055EB295C4241C9EC75CDBB5B35B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a276ad7d47e91ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEDhGE7fDlEd9_o9tMqZ88y8fYiI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a276ad7d47e91ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D005A3821DD366C8D0684D5C01B99EA54714CB5.2390691167D0055EB295C4241C9EC75CDBB5B35B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a276ad7d47e91ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEDhGE7fDlEd9_o9tMqZ88y8fYiI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to more consistent posting in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2435997801362248809?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2435997801362248809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2435997801362248809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2435997801362248809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2435997801362248809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/07/guilty-posting.html' title='Guilty Posting'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TDt8EkaUFmI/AAAAAAAABfg/3lWZmqcUUy8/s72-c/various+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-5256485412671354150</id><published>2010-06-14T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:00:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our house is all about soccer right now.  For the past month, with our contractor-marathon, soccer has been the only time Ace and I have gotten out of the house (Thanks to Jonathan who actually left work early so that we could make it to class twice!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Ace sporting the Greek soccer uniform that Daddy bought him when we were in Athens last year.  It fits him at the perfect time.  We watched Greece play Korea and Ace was excited that he was dressed just like the players on tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmkNUo1GI/AAAAAAAABec/5moK60eU-lU/s1600/soccer+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611999863526498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmkNUo1GI/AAAAAAAABec/5moK60eU-lU/s320/soccer+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ace waiting patiently at soccer class for his coach to come throw his hula hoop so he can run after it.  This is a big development - following directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmXpklPQI/AAAAAAAABeU/CSy6qFHaqQQ/s1600/soccer+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611784108293378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmXpklPQI/AAAAAAAABeU/CSy6qFHaqQQ/s320/soccer+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then a set back - not following directions. Hey, he's THREE!  I wish I could just lay down whenever and wherever I wanted and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmINu5_VI/AAAAAAAABeM/AOt9MI5-pec/s1600/soccer+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611518937365842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmINu5_VI/AAAAAAAABeM/AOt9MI5-pec/s320/soccer+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This face cracked me up. I laugh throughout the entire class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYl3UViioI/AAAAAAAABeE/xdtiAlSygBM/s1600/soccer+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482611228652243586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYl3UViioI/AAAAAAAABeE/xdtiAlSygBM/s320/soccer+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the last few seconds of this video.  You can tell that Jonathan and I are big on praise because Ace has started to praise himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3609a1be04247d97" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3609a1be04247d97%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B40BC95B7711E04049C52D05AF4221D5AF05B06.8C9847B414BF8822DB1B0907E75627FC3E893B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3609a1be04247d97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTJQB63uMrNY9yAz-M2pE6J5EVD4&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3609a1be04247d97%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B40BC95B7711E04049C52D05AF4221D5AF05B06.8C9847B414BF8822DB1B0907E75627FC3E893B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3609a1be04247d97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTJQB63uMrNY9yAz-M2pE6J5EVD4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-5256485412671354150?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5256485412671354150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=5256485412671354150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5256485412671354150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/5256485412671354150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-crazy.html' title='World Cup Crazy'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TBYmkNUo1GI/AAAAAAAABec/5moK60eU-lU/s72-c/soccer+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-2269300944265456964</id><published>2010-06-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:19:47.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey and Sashi visited over the weekend and took us all down to Moody Gardens' Aquarium and Rainforest. Ace was in fine form, running from exhibit to exhibit with total enthusiasm and wanting us to see everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The penguins:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAVAJCs3ICI/AAAAAAAABds/AU00Izk0Qlc/s1600/aquarium+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477855045854109730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAVAJCs3ICI/AAAAAAAABds/AU00Izk0Qlc/s320/aquarium+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving on his Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAU__UkbmCI/AAAAAAAABdk/oLGpZmPQBU4/s1600/aquarium+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854878851897378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAU__UkbmCI/AAAAAAAABdk/oLGpZmPQBU4/s320/aquarium+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm ever wanting a family photo.  Jonathan can't see, Ace isn't looking and I need to work on my posture! I call this one a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAU_3NX-lEI/AAAAAAAABdc/y8cQ1mIWXSI/s1600/aquarium+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854739481662530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAU_3NX-lEI/AAAAAAAABdc/y8cQ1mIWXSI/s320/aquarium+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All smiles on the way home. We really thought he'd fall asleep in the car on the way home.  Nope. He was a chatterbox the ENTIRE way home while Honey tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAU_uZqonZI/AAAAAAAABdU/k8dc0Us1PsM/s1600/aquarium+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477854588162317714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAU_uZqonZI/AAAAAAAABdU/k8dc0Us1PsM/s320/aquarium+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I rectified his shaggy hair on Monday. Didn't realize it was THAT bad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-2269300944265456964?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2269300944265456964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=2269300944265456964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2269300944265456964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/2269300944265456964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-adventures.html' title='Memorial Adventures'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/TAVAJCs3ICI/AAAAAAAABds/AU00Izk0Qlc/s72-c/aquarium+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-627808943735835559</id><published>2010-05-27T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:03:53.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus cus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just been feeling guilty for not updating the blog lately so here's random pictures off my camera. We've really been up to nothing.  Went to Willies for Mother's Day. I just love his face in this photo...need to crop my yucky face out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6_R5MPXBI/AAAAAAAABdM/Yv_qnC7rdyc/s1600/ace+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476024511059942418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6_R5MPXBI/AAAAAAAABdM/Yv_qnC7rdyc/s320/ace+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tried to get Ace interested in his bike but he just wanted me to push him around on it. Doesn't matter, he looks super cute in his gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6_FxTLX8I/AAAAAAAABdE/ZfwuiWxsRqQ/s1600/ace+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476024302783127490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6_FxTLX8I/AAAAAAAABdE/ZfwuiWxsRqQ/s320/ace+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ace started soccer on Monday - an hour of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6-wRwhkkI/AAAAAAAABc8/WsnwZLF5nD0/s1600/ace+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476023933539029570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6-wRwhkkI/AAAAAAAABc8/WsnwZLF5nD0/s320/ace+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just loving lazy summer days.  Too lazy to get out the camera even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-627808943735835559?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/627808943735835559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=627808943735835559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/627808943735835559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/627808943735835559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/jus-cus.html' title='Jus cus'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S_6_R5MPXBI/AAAAAAAABdM/Yv_qnC7rdyc/s72-c/ace+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722717401968762734.post-8362578547907343812</id><published>2010-05-05T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:00:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been gone from the blogging world WAY too long.  Had to make it through busy season at work, plan Ace's birthday party (which I can hopefully blog about later) and went to Cancun for a week to recover. Came home from Mexico and we decided it was finally time to get rid of the pacifier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been DREADING this moment for so long.  I was SOOOO tired of random people (and some male family members) telling me that I need to get rid of the paci.  Those people and men didn't offer any help, only their judgement of my parenting.  Yes, I got bitter about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to make sure Ace understood exactly what we were doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee78c4a685e8552d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee78c4a685e8552d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D5F9B912A6326C0898AD3843E43F57B83DC9025.ACA857F4CE3AD04C30BF4445A4E93E4EFD8585C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee78c4a685e8552d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuFvH7RC-kZYzruEPO84llKotP1I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee78c4a685e8552d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D5F9B912A6326C0898AD3843E43F57B83DC9025.ACA857F4CE3AD04C30BF4445A4E93E4EFD8585C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee78c4a685e8552d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuFvH7RC-kZYzruEPO84llKotP1I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy, Lily Kate and Ace walking to Baby Braxton's house and waving at Daddy. (Yikes, can certainly see those extra 30 pounds on me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZhKv9nbI/AAAAAAAABc0/T1aY4Y0YIwc/s1600/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467890586448928178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZhKv9nbI/AAAAAAAABc0/T1aY4Y0YIwc/s320/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Knocking on his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZTRjSPiI/AAAAAAAABcs/KDiRRprr3fM/s1600/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467890347756633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZTRjSPiI/AAAAAAAABcs/KDiRRprr3fM/s320/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hand off. (Braxton is actually Nana's grandson - the lovely woman that takes care of Ace on Tuesdays and Thursdays for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZD22vWXI/AAAAAAAABck/OBraob5kx6k/s1600/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467890082892437874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZD22vWXI/AAAAAAAABck/OBraob5kx6k/s320/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59eb74a82ac7d987" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59eb74a82ac7d987%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52F0327213C90FD09DED406C6E254D839B2B86E.1B6978629836847239D01CC366355C47FFF84D27%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59eb74a82ac7d987%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuC19TLHbOmJPmurg6o03EPE44QA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59eb74a82ac7d987%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331813952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52F0327213C90FD09DED406C6E254D839B2B86E.1B6978629836847239D01CC366355C47FFF84D27%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59eb74a82ac7d987%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuC19TLHbOmJPmurg6o03EPE44QA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The aftermath:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we put Ace to bed that night, we had a meltdown.  He said to give the bike back to the fairy!  It was a difficult half hour full of tears but THANKFULLY that has been our only real hiccup so far.  He's mentioned the paci a few times but we've ignored his comments and he's moved on to other things.  I'm pretty impressed that that was his only meltdown. With the allergies of the past week, even I have wished for my OWN pacifier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, everything ELSE has been going in his mouth.  He chews on every toy he owns as if he's teething.  Now all I dread is his reaction when Lily Kate comes home with a pacifier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes, the anxiety is worse than the real thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4722717401968762734-8362578547907343812?l=evansblogadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8362578547907343812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4722717401968762734&amp;postID=8362578547907343812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8362578547907343812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4722717401968762734/posts/default/8362578547907343812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansblogadventure.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-bye-pacifier.html' title='Bye Bye Pacifier'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13688468215242280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72NMIbyi30c/S-HZhKv9nbI/AAAAAAAABc0/T1aY4Y0YIwc/s72-c/05.01.2010+Paci+bye+bye+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
