<?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-5682745203616210474</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:15:55.357-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Dance Class'/><category term='Back to Work'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Mommmy and Me'/><category term='family time'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>A Day with Mae</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-4513725957585465625</id><published>2010-04-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:02:44.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Power</title><content type='html'>Today you, Papa, and I planted some flowers in the front yard.  You have been begging me to do this for like a year so you were SUPER excited.  Papa and I would dig the holes and you would place a flower in it and pat the soil around it.  You were so proud of your gardening skills.  Half way through the planting, out of the blue you said this.  "I am a good gardner.  I have gardner super powers."  Papa and I just giggled at your cuteness.  We had such a wonderful day.  I love you, Little Munchkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-4513725957585465625?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4513725957585465625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=4513725957585465625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4513725957585465625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4513725957585465625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2010/04/garden-power.html' title='Garden Power'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-5562874307889653376</id><published>2009-12-29T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:54:31.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Lutheran Christmas Show</title><content type='html'>On December 5th you had your Preschool Christmas show.  For a few weeks you had been working on two songs that you were to sing on the alter at Grace Lutheran Church.  I was a little nervous that you weren’t going to go up there.  You woke me up that morning saying that you had a horse voice and s stuffy noise so you would not be able to sing today.  I assured you that you would be fine.  We got you all dressed and beautiful and put you into the car.  On the way, your true feelings about singing came out.  You admitted that you didn’t want to get up on stage in front of all the people.  You were scared.  I told you that you would have all your friends up there with  you so it wouldn’t be too scary.  But I was pretty nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ4mjyZeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YcryDHFNkqA/s1600-h/IMG_9326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ4mjyZeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YcryDHFNkqA/s320/IMG_9326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420884667940365794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the church you saw all your best friends, including your BOYFRIEND Devin.  Yes, that’s right, your boyfriend.  You are only four and you already have one.  Oh no!  Well, before the show started you ran around and played with all your friends and had so much fun that you forgot about how scared you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ4x3GUEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IWYlRDF_dfU/s1600-h/IMG_9332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ4x3GUEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IWYlRDF_dfU/s320/IMG_9332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420884670974152770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for your class to go up on the alter, you climbed right up there and proudly sang your songs  with the hand motions.  I was one proud mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ5TEGVRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dQBUoiJcF5E/s1600-h/IMG_9339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ5TEGVRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dQBUoiJcF5E/s320/IMG_9339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420884679887050002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the songs, the director told the parents that they could come on up and take pictures.  Well, this is when the funniest thing happened.  You jumped your place in line and stood in front of all your friends and began posing for the cameras.  You modeled all your different poses for Grandpa and my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I'm So Cute" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrbAz9lmvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/WXdTps73Luk/s1600-h/IMG_9345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrbAz9lmvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/WXdTps73Luk/s320/IMG_9345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420885908488821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I'm a Teenager with a Fitted Dress" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrbX59ajTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/acflWE8tXfo/s1600-h/IMG_9343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrbX59ajTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/acflWE8tXfo/s320/IMG_9343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420886305235701042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Daddy You Better Watch Out For the Boys" pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrcGFshNZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0ou8TozSvlQ/s1600-h/IMG_9346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrcGFshNZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0ou8TozSvlQ/s320/IMG_9346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420887098660042130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so hysterically along with Aunty and Sara.  It was the cutest thing I have ever seen and a true example of your funny personality.  Thank you for the laughs little lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-5562874307889653376?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/5562874307889653376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=5562874307889653376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/5562874307889653376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/5562874307889653376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/12/grace-lutheran-christmas-show.html' title='Grace Lutheran Christmas Show'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrZ4mjyZeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YcryDHFNkqA/s72-c/IMG_9326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-6276819917756339019</id><published>2009-12-29T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:22:46.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow It Has Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven’t written on this here blog in quite some time.  There have been many changes to your life.  You finally became a big sister on September 17th, you are now four years old, and you have had your long locks of hair chopped off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with the first big change in your life: your little brother.  This sweet boy came into your world and turned it completely upside down.  The “only-childness” you have enjoyed for almost four years was over in an instant.  But I have to say you have handled it like a trouper.  More than anything you love to snuggle and kiss your brother.   You sing him songs when he cries that you make up all on your own.  One of my favorite lyrics you have come up with is, “We will never leave you, Nate.  We are your family.”  You tell him all the time that he is so cute and you whisper to him secrets I will never know.  You put your face close to his and ask me, “Mom, would this be a cute picture?”  My hope for you and Nate is that you will be best friends forever.   So far, you two are headed in the right direction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrURfojGHI/AAAAAAAAArc/DOTTTKgRsQA/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrURfojGHI/AAAAAAAAArc/DOTTTKgRsQA/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420878498508249202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 23rd you FINALLY turned four.  I say finally because many of your friends have turned four before you and you couldn’t wait until you joined them.  This year we celebrated at Pump It Up.  You jumped and played and had a fabulous time will all your closest friends.  And best of all:  Mom had to do none of the set up or clean up.  It was FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrVdEf7z0I/AAAAAAAAArk/FXT4TzfA27g/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrVdEf7z0I/AAAAAAAAArk/FXT4TzfA27g/s320/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879796894420802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about your hair.  You have been growing your hair now for quite some time.  You would not let me cut it because Becca had VERY LONG hair and you wanted it to be just like her.  So we hadn’t cut it in over a year.  Well, then Becca came to visit over Thanksgiving vacation.  She came with a very short haircut.  She had donated her hair to Locks of Love.  Once you saw her new hair-do you decided to cut yours.  So on December 17th you chopped your hair off.  And we ALL just love it.  Including you.  As you walked out of the hair salon, you exclaimed that, “I look gorgeous!”  And you do!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrV60DHeeI/AAAAAAAAArs/Tggrf-CTxSA/s1600-h/IMG_9433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrV60DHeeI/AAAAAAAAArs/Tggrf-CTxSA/s320/IMG_9433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420880307874658786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are becoming such a beautiful girl both inside and out.  I thank my lucky stars each day that I have such a wonderful, sweet, amazing daughter.  I love you with all my heart, Pumpkin Head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-6276819917756339019?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6276819917756339019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=6276819917756339019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6276819917756339019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6276819917756339019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-it-has-been-long-time.html' title='Wow It Has Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SzrURfojGHI/AAAAAAAAArc/DOTTTKgRsQA/s72-c/IMG_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-4191673648911665328</id><published>2009-07-20T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:40:40.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferris Wheel Fun</title><content type='html'>On Friday I took you on your very first Ferris Wheel ride.  It was one of those days where we didn't have much planned.  We were actually out running errands when you fell asleep in the car.  Since naps are a rare commodity around here, I decided to take a drive so you could catch your zzz's.  We ended up all the way at Balboa Island.  You woke up as soon as I found a parking spot.  The first thing you noticed was the great big Ferris Wheel.  You REALLY wanted to go.  So I paid the six dollars (wow, pricey!) and we boarded.  As soon as the wheel started turning, your whole body started shaking and you grabbed hold of me with a death grip.  I tried to focus your attention to the beautiful scenery...anything to get you to calm down.  It took about five full rotations and then you were in love.  You were having so much fun.  The nice man let us ride for about ten minutes, but you could have stayed on much longer.  I love experiencing FIRSTS with you.  I tried to take pictures with my camera phone...but no luck.  I really need to get my camera fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuteness:  When your tummy growls you inform me that your, "tummy is grungling."  So adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-4191673648911665328?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4191673648911665328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=4191673648911665328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4191673648911665328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4191673648911665328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferris-wheel-fun.html' title='Ferris Wheel Fun'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-8506784034733736375</id><published>2009-06-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:16:57.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Husband in the Whole Wide World</title><content type='html'>I have the best husband in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!  The other night I was craving s'mores.  I had bought all the ingredients at Target and was dying to sink my teeth in a gooey, delicious, chocolatey s'more.  But there was one problem: how to cook the marshmallows?  We no longer had a fire pit and we have electric burners in the kitchen.  Well, instead of just calling it quits, my fabulous hubby threw a log in the fireplace and lit a cracking fire......in June.....just for his crazy craving, pregnant wife.  Thanks my love for the delicious s'mores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPxBRp9qI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vFMh75Ir0Ok/s1600-h/IMG_8694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPxBRp9qI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vFMh75Ir0Ok/s320/IMG_8694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351701067030197922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPw0FmbBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NMORZxcBq5A/s1600-h/IMG_8689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPw0FmbBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NMORZxcBq5A/s320/IMG_8689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351701063489973266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPwi-G7NI/AAAAAAAAAqY/LZgtXbqs7BI/s1600-h/IMG_8692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPwi-G7NI/AAAAAAAAAqY/LZgtXbqs7BI/s320/IMG_8692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351701058895146194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, he could be the best daddy ever, too.  What other daddy would sport such a ridiculous hat just to please his 3 year old daughter?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUQTWww_rI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Exr2pGO09i8/s1600-h/IMG_8685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUQTWww_rI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Exr2pGO09i8/s320/IMG_8685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351701656913378994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-8506784034733736375?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/8506784034733736375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=8506784034733736375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/8506784034733736375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/8506784034733736375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-husband-in-whole-wide-world.html' title='The Best Husband in the Whole Wide World'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUPxBRp9qI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vFMh75Ir0Ok/s72-c/IMG_8694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-6510030502508680113</id><published>2009-06-26T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:03:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Induced Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I haven’t posted in a couple of days because I am suffering from self-induced exhaustion.  This week we have gone to Disneyland four times.  And while it has been so much fun, I feel like I have been ran over by a u-haul.  My poor legs cannot take anymore walking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of writing a bunch of stuff, I will post some pictures of our adventures....with captions of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUH0nwG16I/AAAAAAAAAqI/F6apQHakBBE/s1600-h/IMG_8700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUH0nwG16I/AAAAAAAAAqI/F6apQHakBBE/s320/IMG_8700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351692332805052322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are with Aunty going on Autopia for the first time.  You loved the ride so much because Aunty let you steer.  You couldn't stop talking about how you kept crashing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHjStBBxI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JklMWqLP8U4/s1600-h/IMG_8695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHjStBBxI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JklMWqLP8U4/s320/IMG_8695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351692035097167634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Aunty, and Sara waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHjBwt0KI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Gu_rjKu4sBA/s1600-h/IMG_8696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHjBwt0KI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Gu_rjKu4sBA/s320/IMG_8696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351692030549282978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Sara, and me waiting in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHGCgFqrI/AAAAAAAAApw/5QYqWTkFII4/s1600-h/IMG_8701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHGCgFqrI/AAAAAAAAApw/5QYqWTkFII4/s320/IMG_8701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691532531772082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are you and Sara riding It's A Small World.  This is one of your favorite rides!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHFz6MwGI/AAAAAAAAApo/S_lZm5ZaieY/s1600-h/IMG_8715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHFz6MwGI/AAAAAAAAApo/S_lZm5ZaieY/s320/IMG_8715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691528614756450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Sara got your face painted.  You held very still for the nice artist.  You take your make-up very seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHFlEJodI/AAAAAAAAApg/tyEX-sBIAQ8/s1600-h/IMG_8714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHFlEJodI/AAAAAAAAApg/tyEX-sBIAQ8/s320/IMG_8714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691524629963218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHFb-1etI/AAAAAAAAApY/EtZ1oq1GzVI/s1600-h/IMG_8719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHFb-1etI/AAAAAAAAApY/EtZ1oq1GzVI/s320/IMG_8719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691522191751890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you two look beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHE-KjqOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DD1SFB7FPa0/s1600-h/IMG_8735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUHE-KjqOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DD1SFB7FPa0/s320/IMG_8735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691514187852002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our future movie star.  Good luck today, gorgeous!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon at the Magic Kingdom.  But we went home to eat some dinner and pick up Daddy.  He came back with us and the four of you went on Star Tours (it was your very first time), Matterhorn, and Astro Blasters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkULytEiFQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/P6dnaL-YGAg/s1600-h/0624090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkULytEiFQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/P6dnaL-YGAg/s320/0624090001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351696697919673602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two "lights of my life" waiting in line for Astro Blasters.  I wish I had my good camera.  The background was awesome but you can't see it in this picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Aunty thought they traumatized  you on Star Tours but you excitedly talked about it the next day.  You thought the robot driving you to outer space was so cool.  You even asked to go on it again.  We also went on Finding Nemo.  We waited in that line for 20 minutes and when we were next to get on the submarine you proclaimed you had to go to the bathroom.  Ahhhh!!  So we had to step aside, I ran you to the bathrooom, and then got to ride it.  This seems to happen a lot when we are waiting for a ride.  I guess it comes along with the territory of taking a 3 year old to Disneyland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mae, I am so proud of you.  I never thought a daughter of mine would go on all those scary rides at a mere 3 years old.  You continue to surprise me every day.  Every moment with you is a delightful adventure.  Thank you for being you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuteness:  I have mentioned to you that "stupid" is a bad word.  Now NO ONE can get away with saying it without you reprimanding them.  You have total "stupid" radar.  You can detect anyone saying it on tv, music, or conversations.  When you hear it you always say, "stupid is a bad word."  I don't think you realize that you are actually saying it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-6510030502508680113?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6510030502508680113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=6510030502508680113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6510030502508680113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6510030502508680113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-induced-exhaustion.html' title='Self-Induced Exhaustion'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkUH0nwG16I/AAAAAAAAAqI/F6apQHakBBE/s72-c/IMG_8700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-144969885386753361</id><published>2009-06-23T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:50:19.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-Filled and Action-Packed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a fun-filled, action-packed day.  Not even kidding.  We started off by heading to the gym.  You got to play while I took a step class.  For some reason you LOVE going to the gym, which makes me VERY happy that I can go workout guilt-free.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then showered and headed to the new house of our friends Karan, Ryland, and Kenna.   We had not seen them since February.  At first, Ryland wasn’t so sure that he wanted us there.  He actually locked everyone out of the house.  Karan had to pound and pound on the window and door to have him let us in.  It took a while for him to warm up to us and then it was just like old times.  You guys ran around, rode bikes together, and drove the BIG Escalade (your favorite).  You guys looked so adorable.  It made me imagine you all grown up as a teenager riding around in cars with boys.  I actually got a little teary-eyed.  Don’t grow up too fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5gbFUwlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O4JXjujLd6Y/s1600-h/0622090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5gbFUwlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O4JXjujLd6Y/s320/0622090001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350550692737368658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so exhausted you fell asleep on the way to Target.  So when we got there I put you in the stroller and you slept the whole time I shopped.  It was so nice to be able to stroll and look around while you rested.  I even took an extra long time so you could get a nice nap before Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around six o’clock we picked up Aunty Netty and Hailee Bop and headed to the Magic Kingdom.   We were so excited to see them since we hadn’t gotten together in a LONG time.   You and Hailee chatted and giggled all the way there.  And so did Aunty and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to California Adventure first.  I really wanted you to see the Electrical Parade.  That parade has a special place in my heart.  Not only did I love watching it with my parents as a young child, it was also the first Disney parade that I ever performed in.  So I couldn’t wait to see your face when you saw all the sparkly floats go by.  We parked our strollers in an awesome location then headed to A Bug’s Life to ride a couple of rides before the parade started.  We rode two rides.  Super fun!  You and Hailee put your arms up and squealed with delight.  I may be biased but you two are the cutest little girls I have ever seen.  I just love how much fun you have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5XWd_E1I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Un2QaL2SFDo/s1600-h/0622090004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5XWd_E1I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Un2QaL2SFDo/s320/0622090004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350550536879805266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to our strollers and I waited with you girls while Aunty bought you vanilla ice cream with sprinkles.  Yum.  Eventually, after much waiting, the parade came and your expressions did not disappoint.  Your eyes sparkled and I was delighted to see you LOVE the parade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5ojreeRI/AAAAAAAAAog/unU9aAlQJ-A/s1600-h/0622090006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5ojreeRI/AAAAAAAAAog/unU9aAlQJ-A/s320/0622090006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350550832483825938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we headed to Disneyland.  We were able to ride Small World, the carousel, and Dumbo before I ran out of steam.   We decided to make out way  to the car around eleven o’clock.  When we arrived at the parking structure,  Aunty Netty and I realized that we had been chatting so much when we got to Disneyland that we didn’t look to see what floor we parked on.  We knew the general area we parked but not the floor.  No problem, right?  We would just start on level 3 and then try the next couple of floors.  Sounds easy enough.  Well, a half an hour later we still couldn’t find the car.  Aunty went up and down the stairwells and so did I.  Where the heck did we park the car?  Just when we thought it somehow disappeared into thin air, we found it…….on the first floor we had initially started on.  It was just WAY in the back!!  Boy was I relieved to see the car!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful time.  Thanks Aunty and Hailee Bop for always providing memorial times.  We love you both!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-144969885386753361?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/144969885386753361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=144969885386753361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/144969885386753361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/144969885386753361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-filled-and-action-packed.html' title='Fun-Filled and Action-Packed'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SkD5gbFUwlI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O4JXjujLd6Y/s72-c/0622090001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-1013595411266039925</id><published>2009-06-20T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:21:10.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 and a Half Hours</title><content type='html'>We must have worn you out the past couple of days.  You fell asleep on the couch around 6 o'clock last night.  You slept through dinner (mac n' cheese!).  I carried you to bed and you didn't wake up again until 6:30am this morning.  Exhaustion!  Love you cutie pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- We miss you Grandma and Papa.  Hope you are having a great time in Alaska.  Be sure to take lot's of pictures!!!  Love you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/Sj0L07LXjlI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Se3jzJXXMBc/s1600-h/IMG_8441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/Sj0L07LXjlI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Se3jzJXXMBc/s320/IMG_8441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349444936252493394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a picture from yesterday but you look so cute I had to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-1013595411266039925?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1013595411266039925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=1013595411266039925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1013595411266039925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1013595411266039925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/12-and-half-hours.html' title='12 and a Half Hours'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/Sj0L07LXjlI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Se3jzJXXMBc/s72-c/IMG_8441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-5112586374062043456</id><published>2009-06-19T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:10:29.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Morning...Ha</title><content type='html'>Today I had to go to get my blood drawn.  Aunty and Sara volunteered to watch you while I was gone.  I dropped you off around 8:30 and headed to the lab.  Because they were checking for gestational diabetes I was suppose to drink this sugary drink and sit there for an hour.  As soon as I walked in the door, I knew it was going to be a long morning.  Practically every single chair in the office was taken.  I immediately went to the check in desk and signed my name.  I stood there waiting to give them my order slip but the man rudely told me to sit down and they would call me.  Me being the polite person that I am, I smiled and sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A half an hour later they called me up.  I handed the “lovely” man my slip and he looked at it and under his breath and said, “oh you are getting tested for gestational diabetes, I should have asked before.”  He didn’t think to ask a VERY pregnant woman what she was there for.  EVERY PREGNANT WOMAN is tested for this at the same point in the pregnancy.  He probably sees pregnant women there almost every day.  Normally, I wouldn’t be so annoyed but I had to fast since the night before.  So not only am I a six and a half month hormonal pregnant woman, I am a hungry one.   And instead of waiting one hour for the drink to fester in my body, I had to wait an extra half hour.  Can you tell I was quite pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour was up, I walked right up to the front desk to remind them that the time was up.  You will never guess, he asked me to sit down again.  AHHHH!!!!  So again I did.  Ten minutes later they called me, but not until they called five people before me that had arrived WAY after me.  They took my blood and tried to be nice but I was having none of that.  Don’t mess with a hungry pregnant lady.  Oh, and he told me if I didn’t pass this test, the next one was three hours long.  Great! Just my luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-5112586374062043456?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/5112586374062043456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=5112586374062043456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/5112586374062043456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/5112586374062043456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-morningha.html' title='Fun Morning...Ha'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-2707763458700654438</id><published>2009-06-18T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:10:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation.......Finally!!</title><content type='html'>Well  Miss Mae, I am finally off of work and officially on summer  vacation.  I have been waiting for this day for a long time.  I am looking forward to long sunny days in the pool and beach days!&lt;br /&gt;We started off celebrating our first official vacation evening by picking up Auntie , Sara and Chloe.  We headed to our favorite walking path by the beach and took a long stroll.  You walked almost the whole way to the tower and back.  You only sat in the stroller for about ten minutes.  Your strong little legs just kept going and going.  &lt;br /&gt;The walk really helped us build up an appetite so we headed to 2nd Street.  Since we had Chloe, we walked up and down the strip to find a restaurant that we could sit on the patio to eat.  It took us quite a while of walking before we decided on Panama Joe's.   All the servers were so nice.  They even gave you and Sara funky headbands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SjsrrKxKlhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/48qY_PeR7TQ/s1600-h/0618090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SjsrrKxKlhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/48qY_PeR7TQ/s320/0618090001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348917003057534482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a complete angel the whole night.  You never complained about all the walking and at dinner you sat there like a little lady.  I am so proud to me your Mama.  I could not have asked for a more wonderful daughter.  I am so delighted that I get to spend the summer with you.  I am secretly wishing that it will never end.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuteness:  The other night we had Sara and family over for her 5th grade graduation.  Auntie asked you what the baby’s name was going to be and you said, “His name is Jack but everyone is going to call him something else.  But I am going to call him Jack.”  We still have no name for your baby brother, but he is going to be mighty confused if we don’t go with the name Jack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-2707763458700654438?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2707763458700654438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=2707763458700654438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2707763458700654438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2707763458700654438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-vacationfinally.html' title='Summer Vacation.......Finally!!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SjsrrKxKlhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/48qY_PeR7TQ/s72-c/0618090001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-5926549471102918961</id><published>2009-04-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:04:18.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SetZkkvIXiI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6pjdtmt2jPs/s1600-h/IMG_8112.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SetZkkvIXiI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6pjdtmt2jPs/s320/IMG_8112.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun with your lil' cuz!&lt;div style='clear:both; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/ScUPqkIsqDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/aCE0PYJr4qc/s320/Baby+Simpson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672159109818418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-1157673395495044755?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1157673395495044755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=1157673395495044755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1157673395495044755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1157673395495044755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-gonna-be-big-sister.html' title='You&apos;re Gonna Be a Big Sister!!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/ScUPqkIsqDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/aCE0PYJr4qc/s72-c/Baby+Simpson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-4372730514666166578</id><published>2009-03-21T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:59:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your're Starting to Talk Like a 1960's Cartoon</title><content type='html'>You, me, and Daddy are all sitting watching 101 Dalmations.  You had this brilliant idea to put your shoes on a M&amp;M stuffed animal.  You were having  a tough time getting it on, seeing as the shoe is about 300 times too large for the toy.  After a few minutes, you got really frustrated and said, "You worthless old shoe!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-4372730514666166578?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4372730514666166578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=4372730514666166578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4372730514666166578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4372730514666166578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/03/yourre-starting-to-talk-like-1960s.html' title='Your&apos;re Starting to Talk Like a 1960&apos;s Cartoon'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-5990847629249394489</id><published>2009-02-02T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:22:03.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Crazy</title><content type='html'>Last night during the Super Bowl, your auntie, you, and me went for a walk.  We had eaten so much that we needed to stretch our legs and burn a few calories.  We decided to take Chloe, the dog, with us.  You insisted on carrying her leash and walking her.  Although by the looks of it, she was walking you.  You ran to try to catch up with her.  The leash got tangled many times in between your legs.  I know you were having fun because we could hear the giggles as you trotted down the street.  We got about 1/4 the way around the block when Chloe knocked you down for about the fourth time.  At that point you got up, handed me the leash, and said, "This is crazy!"  Your Auntie and I just about died laughing. It was the cutest thing and the truest use of the word crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-5990847629249394489?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/5990847629249394489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=5990847629249394489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/5990847629249394489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/5990847629249394489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-crazy.html' title='This is Crazy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-6835690813098882116</id><published>2009-01-24T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:02:25.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Beara Turned 11</title><content type='html'>Last night was Sara's 11th birthday.  She wanted to celebrate at her favorite restaurant, Open Sesame on 2nd Street.  So you, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie, Sara, and I went and had a delicious Lebanese dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had seven people in out party, we got to sit in this large booth at the back of the restaurant.  It was the most adorable little nook ever.  There were colorful, decorative pillows lining the whole booth.  You sat in the corner next to both Sara and me.  You enjoyed lounging and snuggling in those pillows.  It was so cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just adore your cousin Sara.  Throughout the night, you would pull her down along the pillows and squeeze her close to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrN5p7BKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O3vf6VnWAoI/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrN5p7BKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O3vf6VnWAoI/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294873304719099042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrNcJ0hBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RFwC7KKcN6E/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrNcJ0hBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RFwC7KKcN6E/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294873296799826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrNBMmzTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cYE9uD9-HTk/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrNBMmzTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cYE9uD9-HTk/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294873289563753778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrM5mVduI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7wGD-nXJKCc/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrM5mVduI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7wGD-nXJKCc/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294873287524185826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to a new candy store on 2nd Street.  You and Daddy had such a great time picking out lolly pops and whistle pops.  You had even more fun eating them.  It was a fun night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Beara, if you are reading this, I hope you had a wonderful birthday.  Thank you for letting us celebrate with you.  You are a wonderful niece and such a lovely, special person.  We are all so lucky to have you apart of our family.  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-6835690813098882116?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6835690813098882116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=6835690813098882116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6835690813098882116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6835690813098882116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/01/sara-beara-turned-11.html' title='Sara Beara Turned 11'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXsrN5p7BKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O3vf6VnWAoI/s72-c/IMG_1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-4982417284840432028</id><published>2009-01-23T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:04:20.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Month!  Really?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I haven't posted for a month.  It doesn't mean that we haven't been doing things or having fun.  It's just that we have so much fun together that I don't have time to write.  Last night I took you to Chuck E. Cheeses.  You have been begging to go ever since I took you for the first time a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you hold on to your cup of money (tokens) and you feel like such a grown up.  You are very careful with that cup.  You keep it close to you or you tell me to, "hold on to this so no one steals it."  I would say you were being a worry wart, but I have seen some kids do some crazy things there at Chuck E.'s house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time you just run around placing tokens in slots, riding the rides, and playing the games.  I just stand back, a shadow, allowing you to do your thing.  I am so proud of you that you are independent and brave enough to try new things.  I can't believe the baby you once were is now a big kid!  It is such a bitter sweet fact.  I miss the baby you, but adore this stage in your life.  I love you, Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable things you have said or did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent the evening with Grandma and she was going to take you to Dairy Queen.  It was getting late so she asked you if you should wear your pj's to the ice cream shop.  Your reply was, "That's not going to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night we read a book called The Ten Timid Ghosts (I know it is a Halloween Book, but it is your favorite right now).  We have read it so many times you have it practically memorized.  Each time I turn the page you know what is coming, "Ten timid ghosts in a haunted house, a witch moved in and wanted them out."  I don't even say it with you anymore.  You just know that is your part to saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day you tell me and daddy we are your favorite in the whole world.  "You're my favorite Mommy in the whole world," or "you're my favorite daddy in the whole world."  And we always respond with, "you're my favorite daughter in the whole world."  And its true, you are our favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bringing joy to my every day life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXnNzDRg04I/AAAAAAAAAmw/sJYZYl68Nms/s1600-h/IMG_7385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXnNzDRg04I/AAAAAAAAAmw/sJYZYl68Nms/s320/IMG_7385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294489113886512002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-4982417284840432028?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4982417284840432028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=4982417284840432028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4982417284840432028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4982417284840432028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-month-really.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Month!  Really?'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SXnNzDRg04I/AAAAAAAAAmw/sJYZYl68Nms/s72-c/IMG_7385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-4217833003150252565</id><published>2008-12-27T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:17:02.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday my side of the family came for our Christmas celebration.  Grandpa had to work on Christmas so we decided to move the holiday to Sunday.  We had such fun eating yummy prime rib and New York steak, chatting, laughing, and opening presents.  Grandma and Grandpa got you a princess dress-up gown with wand, crown, and matching shoes.  YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZeHa90fvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hNy9go8y-cU/s1600-h/IMG_7290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZeHa90fvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hNy9go8y-cU/s320/IMG_7290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284514694356565746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun taking family pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfrtsI6jI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7JFbI6Tm6TA/s1600-h/IMG_7306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfrtsI6jI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7JFbI6Tm6TA/s320/IMG_7306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516417369598514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfrXiw85I/AAAAAAAAAVY/AbxHV8VTN7E/s1600-h/IMG_7279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfrXiw85I/AAAAAAAAAVY/AbxHV8VTN7E/s320/IMG_7279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516411424699282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfqjVWuxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IRYuuKSkOp0/s1600-h/IMG_7268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfqjVWuxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IRYuuKSkOp0/s320/IMG_7268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516397409811218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfp4rZLbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0LjZynNI8w4/s1600-h/IMG_7269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZfp4rZLbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0LjZynNI8w4/s320/IMG_7269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516385959521714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t we silly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZhp2sAkSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sIxOw9uh9P8/s1600-h/IMG_7307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZhp2sAkSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sIxOw9uh9P8/s320/IMG_7307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284518584448487714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful family.  Thank you Mom, Dad, Jennie, Dustin, Nolan, Shelby, Jordan, Dustin, Sara, Garrett, and Natalie for such a wonderful Christmas!  We love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-4217833003150252565?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4217833003150252565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=4217833003150252565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4217833003150252565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4217833003150252565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-sunday-my-side-of-family-came-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVZeHa90fvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hNy9go8y-cU/s72-c/IMG_7290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-1063309943337951319</id><published>2008-12-26T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:33:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have just finished up not one, not two, not even three Christmases…</title><content type='html'>...but FOUR!  On Saturday we had all of Daddy’s side of the family over.  Grandma cooked a delicious turkey and brought a honey baked ham.  We had a wonderful day talking, laughing, playing games, and eating tons of food.  You had a great time playing Barbie’s in your room with Danielle.  I hardly saw you at all.  You were having such a fun time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Scotch was his fun self as always.  You were climbing all over him.  Look at your happy grin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWS5nXTCBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9TvBkwhxVzU/s1600-h/IMG_7179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWS5nXTCBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9TvBkwhxVzU/s320/IMG_7179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284291256306042898" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posed for me a bit in front of the fireplace.  It took about a hundred shots to get one good one.  And I had to bribe you with cookies!!  But look how cute you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWSPzPZASI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T2RegFx5hyM/s1600-h/IMG_7242-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWSPzPZASI/AAAAAAAAAUo/T2RegFx5hyM/s320/IMG_7242-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284290537939599650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky and blessed to have such a fun-loving family.  Thank you Sodorff’s, Adnam’s, and Simpson’s for such a lovely, memorable day.  We love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWTjhM1qgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_fUY2b8_czI/s1600-h/IMG_7230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWTjhM1qgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_fUY2b8_czI/s320/IMG_7230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284291976206068226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWR6naZm2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Yy9euZB0h_g/s1600-h/IMG_7233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWR6naZm2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Yy9euZB0h_g/s320/IMG_7233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284290173987298146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-1063309943337951319?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1063309943337951319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=1063309943337951319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1063309943337951319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1063309943337951319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-have-just-finished-up-not-one-not.html' title='We have just finished up not one, not two, not even three Christmases…'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SVWS5nXTCBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9TvBkwhxVzU/s72-c/IMG_7179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-5350432451548188433</id><published>2008-12-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:16:59.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SUmkCH4TbJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FFTJ8_31Xt4/s1600-h/IMG_7142.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SUmkCH4TbJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FFTJ8_31Xt4/s320/IMG_7142.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; 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It was filled with the best of friends and so many fun memories.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Thomson bunch came to visit us for a few days.  They arrived very late at night on Thursday.  You were already asleep in daddy’s office, so we placed Boo in there….wide awake.  She was just dying to wake you up.  She sat next to you for a long while just starring, waiting for you to realize you had company.  I don’t know how it happened but you eventually woke up.  You were so excited and there was squealing and playing until 2 IN THE MORNING!  We put you back to bed and I climbed into mine.   I fell right to sleep, but it seems as though you and Boo had some trouble.  Uncle John finally had to climb in between the two of you to get you to settle down.  He ended up sleeping there the entire night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we visited Santa at South Coast Plaza.  Luckily there was not much of a line.  But while we were waiting,  you proclaimed that you would not being crying this year.  And guess what?  You didn’t.  Santa asked Boo what she wanted and she told him a fast car.  You told him you wanted princesses.  This came as no surprise to him (or me).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyXI0cJLRI/AAAAAAAAARo/G2lN5QeT8us/s1600-h/Becca+and+Nat+with+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyXI0cJLRI/AAAAAAAAARo/G2lN5QeT8us/s320/Becca+and+Nat+with+Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277259041142811922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyTNpFEaBI/AAAAAAAAARI/GSvKayCpjPk/s1600-h/Santa+and+Nat+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyTNpFEaBI/AAAAAAAAARI/GSvKayCpjPk/s320/Santa+and+Nat+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277254725946075154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite things to do when the Thomson’s come to visit is go to the beach.  On Saturday we all went together, including the Daddy's.  They took such good care of all you kids.  It is such a wonderful sight to see Daddy's with their daughters.  You and Boo are lucky gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyWM3os_LI/AAAAAAAAARY/EMsqusOTeo8/s1600-h/Beach+Boys+and+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyWM3os_LI/AAAAAAAAARY/EMsqusOTeo8/s320/Beach+Boys+and+Girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277258011208645810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, just us girls went to the beach.  We walked on the sand and played together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyWNERpGXI/AAAAAAAAARg/vrLskcXMdtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1506-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyWNERpGXI/AAAAAAAAARg/vrLskcXMdtQ/s320/IMG_1506-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277258014601582962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Boo played so well together.  We hardly saw you all weekend since you two entertained each other.  You giggled and danced.  You dressed up like pretty, pretty princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyX4T_ngWI/AAAAAAAAARw/6DidFMc8PR0/s1600-h/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyX4T_ngWI/AAAAAAAAARw/6DidFMc8PR0/s320/IMG_1441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277259857066951010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyY1jJmoTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KBpY58LqEDo/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyY1jJmoTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KBpY58LqEDo/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277260909107388722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved JM.  I guess you snuggled with him and Auntie Ha Ha in the morning, smothering him with kisses.  And now that they are gone, your baby doll is named JM and I must be quiet while he sleeps.  I have to admit, he is pretty lovable with his scrunchy face smiles.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyZ17zsCjI/AAAAAAAAASA/hGOFd7DuooI/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyZ17zsCjI/AAAAAAAAASA/hGOFd7DuooI/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277262015237982770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of you were such angels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyagzn-G-I/AAAAAAAAASI/SJC92aJ_0Mg/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyagzn-G-I/AAAAAAAAASI/SJC92aJ_0Mg/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277262751775726562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, may I ask, do weekends like these go so darn fast?  Thank you so much Thomson's for such a wonderful weekend full of the sweetest memories.  We are surely blessed to have such amazing friends who have become our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STygUX0AqKI/AAAAAAAAASo/7jg5wbwER4o/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STygUX0AqKI/AAAAAAAAASo/7jg5wbwER4o/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277269135221368994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you honey for being such an amazing Daddy to Mae. I just love watching the two of you and the bond that you have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyb7E9fHDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AxniqzyLU8I/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyb7E9fHDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AxniqzyLU8I/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264302617599026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a great sport and heading to the beach with us.  I could not ask for a better hubby and best friend!  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyb7nI71dI/AAAAAAAAASY/8AUTTcarofc/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyb7nI71dI/AAAAAAAAASY/8AUTTcarofc/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264311792424402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I don't want to forget about the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Road rage&lt;br /&gt;2. Reindeer carousel and the inefficiency of the workers (and my small confrontation with them....I don't know what got into me)&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting our butts kicked by Garrett EVERY TIME we played Scene It&lt;br /&gt;4. Dinner with friends and family and yummy pasta shells (and whole bottles of wine...bad idea)&lt;br /&gt;5. The evening stroll that turned into an hour long trek along a busy street.  (Poor Auntie ha Ha and Sara's feet) &lt;br /&gt;6. The skunk along the wall that Maddie wanted to eat&lt;br /&gt;7. Handsome little boy smiles and cuddles in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am not missing anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-7040502893504114327?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7040502893504114327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=7040502893504114327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/7040502893504114327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/7040502893504114327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-have-just-come-to-end-to-one-of-best.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/STyXI0cJLRI/AAAAAAAAARo/G2lN5QeT8us/s72-c/Becca+and+Nat+with+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-7781942240073275580</id><published>2008-11-17T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:59:20.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background: url(http://static.myphotoalbum.com/img/bubble.png) top left;width:139px;height:5px;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='background: url(http://static.myphotoalbum.com/img/bubble.png) bottom left;color:#EEEEEE;padding: 0px 8px 8px 8px;width:123px;font-size: 11px;font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans-serif;text-align:center;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thesimpsonfamilyphotos.myphotoalbum.com'&gt;&lt;img align=center src='http://static.myphotoalbum.com/images/icons/50x44-noprofilep.gif' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF;'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;My photos and videos are on MyPhotoAlbum!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://thesimpsonfamilyphotos.myphotoalbum.com' style='color:#65a7da;text-decoration:none;'&gt;visit my albums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNjk2NjI3MTk*OCZwdD*xMjI2OTY2MzA4OTE4JnA9MTc1ODIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1jMDdjYWMzNDRjYjk*YjNkYTViNzU1MmFjYTNmMGU4Mg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-7781942240073275580?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7781942240073275580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=7781942240073275580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/7781942240073275580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/7781942240073275580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-with-mae.html' title='A Day with Mae'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-3923062025598700462</id><published>2008-11-12T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:29:16.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Best Disneyland Adventures EVER!!</title><content type='html'>Almost a whole month ago, you and I had the most amazing Disney day.  We went with your BFF Hailee Bop and her mommy, Auntie Netty.  It started off as any ole’ trip to the land……parking 10 miles away in the parking structure, then walking 10 miles to get to the park, and then waiting in a line to get in.   But little did we know that it would turn out to be one of the most memorable experiences yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the park, Aunty and I were reading the map and schedule for the day.  We saw that there was a Princess area where you could meet all your favorite characters.  Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Belle, Jasmine, but most importantly….Ariel!!  I went up to a cast member and asked where we could find this area.  He explained it and gave us directions.  We chatted with him for a bit and then all of a sudden he mentioned that we were perfect candidates for….a secret princess……well, he didn’t want to tell us too many details.  But he was positive that you and Hailee would be ecstatic over  this….thing.  He gave us a special ticket and told us to meet at the Shield at 5pm.  So we didn’t know what to expect, but we were really excited to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to this…secret……we spent the day riding such rides as Pinocchio, the carousel, Dumbo (Ok you didn’t get to ride it.  You had to take a potty break as soon as we got close to the front of the line),  and Winnie the pooh.  We even rode the Haunted Mansion ride, which was decorated like The Nightmare Before Christmas.  Hailee Bop was asleep for this whole spooky ride but you were wide awake.  When we exited the Haunted Mansion you exclaimed,  “WE MADE IT.”  In fact, after every ride we rode, you and Hailee would say this.  Like you guys thought we wouldn’t make it out alive.  It was so adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuZ8nv-JuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Lhv_OlGnrRc/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuZ8nv-JuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Lhv_OlGnrRc/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973455881316066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuamsIEFuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7i8m36cLr38/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuamsIEFuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7i8m36cLr38/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267974178610616034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuamfnjCsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9u6PJsiIwfo/s1600-h/IMG_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuamfnjCsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9u6PJsiIwfo/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267974175253007042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRubFU6LQKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9YSkC7Kg6Mk/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRubFU6LQKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/9YSkC7Kg6Mk/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267974704954294434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day you girls were perfect angels.  You got along just like best friends should.  You danced and hopped in the lines, you shared french fries at lunch, and giggled together all day.  Auntie and I could not have asked for two better behaved munchkins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 4:00 rolled around, you little ones were sound asleep in your strollers.  Exhausted from all the fun!  And we of course DID NOT EAT ICE CREAM while you were out.  No way, what horrible mommies we would be!!  And we did NOT WATCH THE PARADE without you either.  NO WAY!  (OK, maybe we did those things, but we threw away the evidence and the loud parade music didn’t even wake you guys up.  No siree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRubl7t7CDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vjD2MslfOGY/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRubl7t7CDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vjD2MslfOGY/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267975265127696434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRubmmp2RqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dNCEeHBhbuo/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRubmmp2RqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dNCEeHBhbuo/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267975276653332130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 we headed over to the Princess Fantasy Faire area.  The man told us we should be a little early since there was a regal ceremony and activities held there too.  You and Hailee watched the princess on the stage in awe for the Royal Coronation Ceremony.  Your reaction was better than expected.  Your eyes sparkled with excitement.  We danced along with the princesses and learned out to curtsy.  There may have been some crying when Snow White left the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 5:00 was here and it was time for the secret to be revealed.  With autograph books and pens in hand, you and Hailee waited patiently for…..well, we weren’t sure.  A man came out and collected out ticket, and led us into a private castle room.  Inside two lovely princesses awaited us.  It was Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty (or Bean as Hailee calls her).   They were there to talk and take pictures with just you two.  No other children were allowed inside during your private time with them.  SO COOL!!   You ladies were speechless.  You sat on their laps and said NOTHING!  You didn’t know what to do.  You were shocked that your beloved cartoon characters were sitting right there with you, talking about Prince Phillip and Prince Charming. It was the most amazing moment in Disneyland history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucuwTsuXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vr3vaZkE0Ok/s1600-h/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucuwTsuXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vr3vaZkE0Ok/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976516195367282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this exciting meeting, we stood in line to see all the other princesses.  It was a looooong line with crazy people yelling.  But it was all worth it.  You got to meet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucvEJR9sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LMBLHoE0n6g/s1600-h/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucvEJR9sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LMBLHoE0n6g/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976521520379586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucvqBLQGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/04smhZHb_Nk/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucvqBLQGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/04smhZHb_Nk/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976531686932578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucwKlBm7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/SH9noGJ1VvA/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRucwKlBm7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/SH9noGJ1VvA/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976540427230130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was a school night, we had to leave a little early.  But before we left we rode the Mater Horn for the very first time!  I was so scared that you be frightened and traumatized.  So I held on to you real tight and talked to you the whole time about how fun it was.  When the ride came to a stop, you turned to me and said, “I wasn’t scared, Momma.”  You were a brave little chick-a-dee.  I am so proud of you.  I am not sure how Hailee Bop enjoyed it.  But there were no tears shed by either one of you…..so I think it was a success.  Way to go Roller Coaster Riders!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRudNwtf_6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ueUOslWExJs/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRudNwtf_6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ueUOslWExJs/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267977048879529890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hailee Bop and Aunty Netty for the most wonderful, memorable Disneyland Day!  It was definitely a tough day to top.  But here’s to next year…….let’s try to top it!  Love ya both….and love you my Sunshine Mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuddnhi2yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T__Z-VPgboM/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuddnhi2yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T__Z-VPgboM/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267977321291373346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-3923062025598700462?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/3923062025598700462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=3923062025598700462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/3923062025598700462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/3923062025598700462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-best-disneyland-adventures-ever.html' title='One of the Best Disneyland Adventures EVER!!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SRuZ8nv-JuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Lhv_OlGnrRc/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-9061735276747519433</id><published>2008-11-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:24:57.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Parades in One Day</title><content type='html'>On Thursday you had a Halloween parade at school.  Daddy and I took the day off so we could come and watch.  You wore your beautiful princess costume.  So did MANY OTHER little girls.  At least your costume was an original.  No other little girls wore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ29IyKegBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/F4Mdamo705s/s1600-h/IMG_6767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ29IyKegBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/F4Mdamo705s/s320/IMG_6767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264071498068295698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the parade, you all circled the basketball courts about three times.  You seemed to enjoy walking around with your friends while some of the smaller kids cried the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ2-4eUQ-xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tRdNBPtXTiU/s1600-h/IMG_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ2-4eUQ-xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tRdNBPtXTiU/s320/IMG_6773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264073416885992210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the parade was finished, your class went out to the parking lot to do some Trunks or Treats.  Some parents decorated their trunks and passed out candy.  You thought it was super fun.  Every time you got candy you would run to me and say, "Mama, I got MORE candy!"  So adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ2_va-kgYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IE6uKnxYSxM/s1600-h/IMG_6816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ2_va-kgYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IE6uKnxYSxM/s320/IMG_6816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264074360882495874" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I took the whole day off, Grandma and I decided to take you to Disneyland.  While Grandma was in line to get her Annual Pass, you and I visited Mickey.  Last year you were deathly afraid of the characters at Disneyland.  But this year you walk right up to them and give them a great big hug.  You finally really enjoy the Disney experience, which I am so happy about.  It is one of my favorite places to go and just love sharing it with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ3AwtNUogI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5IQUWuUTo_s/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ3AwtNUogI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5IQUWuUTo_s/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264075482467705346" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part of the evening was watching you watching the parade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ3Bt5NLJDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bCQ7duAjYpg/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ3Bt5NLJDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bCQ7duAjYpg/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264076533660329010" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting for the parade took a long time, but you had fun with your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ3BtqYMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lM-xcKGbSwU/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ3BtqYMQ-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/lM-xcKGbSwU/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264076529680008162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved seeing all the princesses.  You shouted out their names as each one went by.  Grandma told you to wave to them.  At first you wouldn't, but eventually your little hand went discretely up and there was a small, barely visible wave.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-9061735276747519433?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/9061735276747519433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=9061735276747519433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/9061735276747519433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/9061735276747519433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-parades-in-one-day.html' title='Two Parades in One Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQ29IyKegBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/F4Mdamo705s/s72-c/IMG_6767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-6362741883345824339</id><published>2008-10-30T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:33:30.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh, It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>So many fun things have been going around here.  I wish that I could find the time to sit down and write about them.  So it may take me a few posts, but I will back up and show you all the fun times we have been having this past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago we headed to the Fitzpatrick's house in Arizona.  We had a fabulous time.  We played games, made deliciously yummy homemade cookies, and you and Miles had your very first dinner date.  Chaperoned of course!  It was a short visit but it was filled with many sweet memories of friends and good times.  Thanks for such a wonderful time, Fitzpatrick's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first dinner date along the lake.  Very romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8k3hMBVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jj-mOJrwzFs/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8k3hMBVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jj-mOJrwzFs/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263015349867775314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a stroll in the wagon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8kvRPeHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XJeV6I5uAnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8kvRPeHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XJeV6I5uAnQ/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263015347653408882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the ducks (and the fish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8kaLZQsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HlaBz98_h10/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8kaLZQsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HlaBz98_h10/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263015341991740098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evening ride in the golf cart with your daddy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8jVeHgiI/AAAAAAAAANo/WHwrRkViUeU/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8jVeHgiI/AAAAAAAAANo/WHwrRkViUeU/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263015323548221986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the gold course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8jz1EKCI/AAAAAAAAANw/5Vr2q4Cy_8c/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8jz1EKCI/AAAAAAAAANw/5Vr2q4Cy_8c/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263015331697535010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-6362741883345824339?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/6362741883345824339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=6362741883345824339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6362741883345824339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/6362741883345824339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-its-been-while.html' title='Gosh, It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SQn8k3hMBVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jj-mOJrwzFs/s72-c/IMG_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-8316671063269043769</id><published>2008-09-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:43:53.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Matsuuuuuuuu!</title><content type='html'>Last night Daddy and I took you to our favorite restaurant, Matsu.  It is here that Daddy took me when we began dating.  I will always remember the first time at Matsu.  I remember exactly where we sat and I remember how excited I was to be sitting there with your daddy.  I had ordered shrimp tempura which I had never had before.  It was amazing and I ate every single morsel.  When I was finished Daddy looked at my plate and looked puzzled.  He asked me where my shrimp tails had gone.  Shrimp tails?  I had no idea that they still had tails!  So I had eaten them.  And to be quite honest, they seemed just fine.  A bit crunchy, but fine. So that night I learned that you are not suppose to eat shrimp tails.  We had a good laugh about it and we still bring it up to this day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is really special when we return here now, with you.  We get to share our favorite restaurant.  It is no longer just the two of us....a couple.  It is the three of us...our family.  Before we left, I told you that we were taking you to a big girl restaurant so you had to wear a big girl outfit and act like a big girl the whole time.  So I dressed you in a white collar shirt that Daddy had gotten you and some jeans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there you walked in and the first thing that you said was, "It's dark in here."  It is quite a dark restaurant.  But you were really well behaved.  You played quietly with markers and stickers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the appetizer came, you used your chopsticks to pick up the fried calamari(which we told you was chicken).  At first you used two hands but then you came up with the bright idea to stab the fish in order to get it into your mouth.  At one time you had one calamari on each chopstick.  Classic!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I are so happy that you enjoy our favorite restaurant.  Thanks for being such an amazing little girl.  We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-8316671063269043769?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/8316671063269043769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=8316671063269043769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/8316671063269043769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/8316671063269043769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/09/matsuuuuuuuu.html' title='Matsuuuuuuuu!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-7012147390764206191</id><published>2008-09-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:57:23.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Class'/><title type='text'>First Dance Class</title><content type='html'>My friend Katie called a few weeks ago and mentioned that her daughter Hailey was taking a dance class.  A ballet, tap, tumbling combo.  I thought to myself, "that is something that Natalie would love to do."  So I bought you a cute little ballet outfit, ballet shoes, and tap shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago was your first class.  We walked in a little early and you were spotted by a little girl named Catalina from your preschool.  She ran up to you and gave you a big hug.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to watch you try and copy the teacher and all your friends.  You reached your little arms high to the sky, you rolled your shoulders, you tapped your feet, and you pranced on your little tippy toes.  The whole time you had a big ol' grin on your face.  Complete and shear happiness.  Which makes a mommy happy. I love you my little ballerina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SN5B_prSGVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EUjaR-whS2g/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SN5B_prSGVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EUjaR-whS2g/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250706777335535954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video clip of the class.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2cf2f89bd8922641" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cf2f89bd8922641%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331083626%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55E69A92857F60C973182B098E481BAE03FFE000.67052695BC9C0828673FF3562A5784CA02CFEB06%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cf2f89bd8922641%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DINUba31ysjiavocggdFxVQKwozg&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cf2f89bd8922641%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331083626%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55E69A92857F60C973182B098E481BAE03FFE000.67052695BC9C0828673FF3562A5784CA02CFEB06%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cf2f89bd8922641%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DINUba31ysjiavocggdFxVQKwozg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-7012147390764206191?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2cf2f89bd8922641&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/7012147390764206191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=7012147390764206191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/7012147390764206191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/7012147390764206191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-dance-class.html' title='First Dance Class'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SN5B_prSGVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EUjaR-whS2g/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-2093117984254450000</id><published>2008-09-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:01:40.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium Fun</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, you and I went to the Long Beach Aquarium with the Doorn family.  You had such a wonderful time. You enjoyed this adventure much more than Sea World.  It may have something to do with the lack of dolphins and lack of splash zone…………which you absolutely did NOT LIKE.  You and Tyler were fascinated with all the fish tanks and the beautiful creatures swimming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler couldn't keep his hands off of you!  So adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZHYxCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/TElT3M5NFw0/s1600-h/IMG_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZHYxCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/TElT3M5NFw0/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043349142398834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sat and watched the Sea Lions for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZH79mDHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OCZnk6LrVJI/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZH79mDHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OCZnk6LrVJI/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043358590307442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even tried to touch one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZIOtbpGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Stmiy-I5kW8/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZIOtbpGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Stmiy-I5kW8/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043363622790242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite part of the day was the fishing boat outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZGo8hoiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PLSCad9lYKc/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZGo8hoiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PLSCad9lYKc/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043336305680930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for such a fun day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZGQSrTnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ovMkj5lRW6A/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZGQSrTnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ovMkj5lRW6A/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043329687703154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-2093117984254450000?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2093117984254450000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=2093117984254450000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2093117984254450000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2093117984254450000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/09/aquarium-fun.html' title='Aquarium Fun'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SNhZHYxCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/TElT3M5NFw0/s72-c/IMG_0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-3412652650864088545</id><published>2008-09-07T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:53:32.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and Prince for a Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday you saw our wedding photos on the mantel.  You pointed to me and said, "Mommy, you are a princess."  Then you pointed to Daddy and said, "And Daddy's the prince."  I guess we were for one wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-3412652650864088545?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/3412652650864088545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=3412652650864088545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/3412652650864088545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/3412652650864088545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/09/princess-and-prince-for-day.html' title='Princess and Prince for a Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-119955109568138392</id><published>2008-09-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:48:03.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to Work'/><title type='text'>Back to Work...Boo Hoo</title><content type='html'>Today I had to return to work after the best summer ever!  I'm going to be honest, it was difficult.  There may have been tears.  I am going to miss getting up in the morning and snuggling on the couch, spending the afternoons swimming in the pool, and pretty much just spending time with you.  I wish things were different and I could stay home with you.  Every moment with you is special.  Now that I am back at work, I am going to have to have to make the best of the shorter time we have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your preschool is closed both today and tomorrow.  Fortunately your Grandma Laura was able to watch you while I was at work.  By the looks of it you had a wonderful day!!  I knew it would go perfectly when Grandma began playing Polly Pockets with you first thing.  They happen to be your favorite toy right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home you were napping so I went in to check on you.  I missed you so much and couldn't wait to see your sweet face.  You were in your room........yet not in your bed.  You had crawled out and were taking every single stuffed animal out of your toy bucket.  So I walked in to give you a great big hug and the first thing you did was hold up two matching puppies and say, "I gotta show grandma."  You must have had a great time with her!!  I eventually got my hug and we played with all the toys that were ALL OVER YOUR ROOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-119955109568138392?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/119955109568138392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=119955109568138392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/119955109568138392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/119955109568138392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-workboo-hoo.html' title='Back to Work...Boo Hoo'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-8025755854128802173</id><published>2008-08-10T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:07:54.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties Galore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were invited to four parties!! Unfortunately we could only make it to two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first party was at my friend Kim's house. Her back yard is like a resort! She has an amazing jacuzzi with a waterfall. You and Amelia and her daddy went in and had a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QCGHKPII/AAAAAAAAAKk/CFytQS-L82k/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QCGHKPII/AAAAAAAAAKk/CFytQS-L82k/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232918920214232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later we were off to the next party; Tyler's Thomas the Tank Engine 2nd Birthday. The beautiful cake was made by Cyndi, Tiffany's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QCrsvY6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TpAk-dqSqoM/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QCrsvY6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/TpAk-dqSqoM/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232918930303968162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast. There was a Splash Pad at the party with water flying from every direction. I didn't think you would go near it since the last time we went to one of these you sat on the bench the whole time. But your friend Hailee Bop was there to hold your hand, and together you braved the water.  You're the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QDFMS1vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j0ci944af4E/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QDFMS1vI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j0ci944af4E/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232918937147201266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was adorable.  He had a big grin on his face the whole day!  He especially loved to run like the wind across the park.  When it was time to sing and blow the candle out, it was much to windy to light it.  But Tyler didn't care.  He performed for the cameras and pretended to blow out the invisible flame.  He smiled for every picture and gleefully sang, "cheeeeeeeese."  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8Q8OnIffI/AAAAAAAAALE/Wn0EJ50D4NQ/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8Q8OnIffI/AAAAAAAAALE/Wn0EJ50D4NQ/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232919918928231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the whole birthday clan.  I can't believe we got a picture with all of you in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QDrxOQQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s4_19GVweFs/s1600-h/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QDrxOQQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s4_19GVweFs/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232918947502637314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-8025755854128802173?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/8025755854128802173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=8025755854128802173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/8025755854128802173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/8025755854128802173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/08/parties-galore_10.html' title='Parties Galore'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJ8QCGHKPII/AAAAAAAAAKk/CFytQS-L82k/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-2385069828230083805</id><published>2008-08-08T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:36:01.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommmy and Me'/><title type='text'>Camp Snoopy</title><content type='html'>Today you and I went to Knott's Berry Farm.  We had to wait a VERY long time to get my picture taken for my annual pass but once we made it in you were pretty excited .  It was your first time at this amusement park.  You walked around squealing every time you saw something exciting.  "Hey, mom.  Look a airplane!"  "Hey mom.  Look a train!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was head to Lucy's Lunch Box for some...well...lunch.  It is here that you had your very first blue raspberry slurpee.  You LOVED it (although you kept calling it blue coke).  At our table, you could see a pond outside with a bridge.  It was a real wobbly one that bounced up and down when anyone walked across.  So the first thing we did after lunch is go straight across that bridge.  You held on to my hand very tightly, but you were so brave.  We made it across and headed to a small ride called Huff N Puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit nervous to put you on this ride.  You see the rider must pump a bar back and forth in order to get the little cart to move.  We stood in line and watched the other little kids struggle with this feat.  Many got stuck and had to be pushed by the young Knott's employee (who by the way, looked thrilled to be working this ride!).  So before your turn, I gave you little tutorial on how to do it.  I told you go back and forth with your arms really fast.  We practice all the way to the front of the line.  Well, turns out you were one of the youngest kids to go in your group yet YOU ROCKED THAT RIDE!  You pumped your arms so fast that you took off like a speed racer and did not have to be pushed by the employee once!  You did make one little stop and thought, "hey, I'm done. I am getting out."  But some bigger kid came barrelling down the way, bumped your cart and away you went to the end.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJzzSQ2FYHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ySp5EFOIiNU/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJzzSQ2FYHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ySp5EFOIiNU/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324362182680690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last ride we went on was the train.  It was just too hot to wait in anymore lines.  It was a pretty crowded day.  There were tons of kids from day camps there!  So we headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for such a fun and memorable day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-2385069828230083805?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2385069828230083805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=2385069828230083805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2385069828230083805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2385069828230083805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-snoopy.html' title='Camp Snoopy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SJzzSQ2FYHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ySp5EFOIiNU/s72-c/IMG_0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-71352204160462003</id><published>2008-07-22T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:56:43.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Seattle Was A 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was our first time ever visiting  the city of Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are walking with Uncle Scotch, Aunt Jamie, and Baby Bella to the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFXZXEfGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PEpAIC5Tusc/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFXZXEfGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PEpAIC5Tusc/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225940685856996450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the ferry to Seattle at 12:30pm.  You were very excited to go on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFXpiL6uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DYL078WGllw/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFXpiL6uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DYL078WGllw/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225940690198588130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the boat, we found a cozy little nook to sit in during  our 56 minute ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFX8ZKKdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/30VCDXe3uLs/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFX8ZKKdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/30VCDXe3uLs/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225940695260998098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFYPIJTTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1M6W-C4YWkU/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFYPIJTTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1M6W-C4YWkU/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225940700289912114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You kept your eye out for mermaids.  No luck in seeing one.  Maybe on the way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHjUszSlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q1_dgPu5WBY/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHjUszSlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q1_dgPu5WBY/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943089787652690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it was really windy out on the deck.  Not exactly great for the hair,&lt;br /&gt;but you loved it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHjxltAkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HGv2M3ej-9M/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHjxltAkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HGv2M3ej-9M/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943097542509122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are almost there.  We could see Seattle behind us.  Great shot! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks photographer (A.K.A. Aunty Jamie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHkE8JIZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YBG4eCdyBUo/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHkE8JIZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YBG4eCdyBUo/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943102736900498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We could even see the Space Needle from the ferry. &lt;br /&gt;It looks really tall and scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHkyWPGNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xiuQYJbA2jE/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZHkyWPGNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xiuQYJbA2jE/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943114925938898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seattle, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFXCD9SbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZLwa9bWPPoE/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-71352204160462003?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/71352204160462003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=71352204160462003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/71352204160462003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/71352204160462003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/07/seattle-was-10.html' title='Seattle Was A 10'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIZFXZXEfGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PEpAIC5Tusc/s72-c/IMG_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-4310808833568205215</id><published>2008-07-21T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:39:52.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Second Day In Port Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday morning we woke up bright and early (6:45am to be exact).  We started the day with Uncle Scotch cooking up some delicious pancakes and sausage.  He asks what colored pancakes you wanted and you said 'PINK!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBHUjmWNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Lc2f0fVmMbw/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBHUjmWNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Lc2f0fVmMbw/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513799177885906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBHiduCVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfm3YMr1NHM/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBHiduCVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfm3YMr1NHM/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513802911320402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Scotch even let you flip the pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBIC0i0CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P-j-XoZAqro/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBIC0i0CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P-j-XoZAqro/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513811596988450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here we all are eating Pinkalicious pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBIQKmm6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wCLQFz07kZ8/s1600-h/Breakfast+with+the+Sodorffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBIQKmm6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/wCLQFz07kZ8/s320/Breakfast+with+the+Sodorffs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513815179172770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast, you and Uncle Scotch played some soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEpYoC-eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i9lIqEP0Maw/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEpYoC-eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i9lIqEP0Maw/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225517682920716770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEpw-0FII/AAAAAAAAAHU/xD9bHhrhd5U/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEpw-0FII/AAAAAAAAAHU/xD9bHhrhd5U/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225517689458660482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the day relaxing and enjoying the Washington sun.  It was so warm it felt like we were back home in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITErOmDJYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kuGlUZxyNLc/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITErOmDJYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kuGlUZxyNLc/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225517714587723138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEqDPDWMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zFTEHeJOrfE/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEqDPDWMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zFTEHeJOrfE/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225517694358608066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEqiscBkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8b8Ad8An0M4/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITEqiscBkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8b8Ad8An0M4/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225517702803359298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIh0swYLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/elZeMb9nGLA/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIh0swYLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/elZeMb9nGLA/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521951064219826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIiNX7VqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sexxz5OplJI/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIiNX7VqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sexxz5OplJI/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521957687744162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is cooing to Aunty Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIiVrB34I/AAAAAAAAAIE/VG6ILhhe2OE/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIiVrB34I/AAAAAAAAAIE/VG6ILhhe2OE/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521959915347842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are playing with Dora mermaid and Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIi9B6UTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IbE5AvAxzQw/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIi9B6UTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IbE5AvAxzQw/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521970480304434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Red Robin for dinner.  We didn't get home until 10pm so when we got home you crashed on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIjOkaSII/AAAAAAAAAIU/xWTblrLeanw/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITIjOkaSII/AAAAAAAAAIU/xWTblrLeanw/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225521975188408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5682745203616210474-4310808833568205215?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/4310808833568205215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=4310808833568205215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4310808833568205215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/4310808833568205215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-day-in-port-orchard.html' title='Second Day In Port Orchard'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SITBHUjmWNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Lc2f0fVmMbw/s72-c/IMG_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-2534238487226459884</id><published>2008-07-20T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:27:37.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Leaving On a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday we left on a plane to come to Port Orchard, Washington.  So that you were super tired for the trip, Daddy and I kept you very busy.  In the morning, you went to breakfast with Papa, Grandma, and Sara.  Then you took an hour long tumbling class.  After lunch, the three of us went in the pool.  You swam like crazy...even in the deep end (brave mermaid!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 I went to pick up some Subway sandwiches for the plane ride.  While I was gone, Daddy found you fast asleep on the living room floor.  So much for keeping keeping you awake so you would sleep on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You woke up in time to get on the plane.  I was nervous that you would be scared, but you were thrilled!   You actually loved the ride and you were such an angel the whole time.  Thanks cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONBT6G8XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-EN2Yay9InQ/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONBT6G8XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-EN2Yay9InQ/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225175046343291250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, you watched your favorite shows that Daddy uploaded on his Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONAuLEHWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/a4P-TqA8Rfc/s1600-h/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONAuLEHWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/a4P-TqA8Rfc/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225175036213861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those darn earphone kept falling out of your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONBqRRxTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/V8NEPinXWu8/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONBqRRxTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/V8NEPinXWu8/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225175052346049842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived safe and sound in Seattle where Uncle Scott picked us up from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIOPsjdTjCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oTo_3V-FgyY/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIOPsjdTjCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oTo_3V-FgyY/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225177988275080226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are even in good spirits at 10pm at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are in your car seat, eager to meet you new baby cousin, Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIOPs4ZxrEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lzkuU1vp0O8/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIOPs4ZxrEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lzkuU1vp0O8/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225177993897421890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bella was not able to stay awake for us.  But Daddy got to hold her anyway.  He told Aunty Jamie that the only thing he wanted for his birthday was to hold Bella first.  I think he knew it would drive me crazy.  So I said he could hold her first but I got to hold her the longest.  And so far, I have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONB80bTNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XffRDNM-GRM/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONB80bTNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XffRDNM-GRM/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225175057325313234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONCPnKA_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eBOqAFc-Nzw/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONCPnKA_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eBOqAFc-Nzw/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225175062369928178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned for more details of our Washington trip.  More pictures to come.&lt;/span&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/5682745203616210474-2534238487226459884?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2534238487226459884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=2534238487226459884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2534238487226459884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2534238487226459884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving On a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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://bp0.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SIONBT6G8XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-EN2Yay9InQ/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-2560211900575888317</id><published>2008-07-14T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:49:59.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>NorCal Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today you and I have stayed home to recover from a FUN weekend our close friends Boo, Anuty HaHa, Uncle John, and JM. You, me, and Breanna got up very early Wednesday morning and drove up to Northern California. The day we got there we all went to Color Me Mine painted piggy banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvMG88ZbSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bc-mzpRCymQ/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvMG88ZbSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bc-mzpRCymQ/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222992612676955426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvLrF90PeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WLza3waT7tk/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvLrF90PeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WLza3waT7tk/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222992134062489058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed of to the mall so you guys could get make-overs at Libby Lu's.  You had your fingernails painted, hair styled (not the cutest!) and make-up.  It was so darn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvNfr7uo6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vv7JbX2Kjdc/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvNfr7uo6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vv7JbX2Kjdc/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222994137119105954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even had matching Best Friend outfits!!  We took you to JCPenney's to get pictures done to show off your adorableness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPa9eGAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u8uor4fkgc4/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPa9eGAHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u8uor4fkgc4/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996254950555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me at Libby Lu's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvOaKJ5cBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Vmk4YXmqBWg/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvOaKJ5cBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Vmk4YXmqBWg/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222995141664010258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching piggy toes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the mall you guys got to play at the indoor playground.  Two days in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPcdXfLvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1w33eZKPo1U/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPcdXfLvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1w33eZKPo1U/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996280692649714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPb1VhGuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/niFCYNS5rnE/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPb1VhGuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/niFCYNS5rnE/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996269946968802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy , Aunty HaHa, and JM sat and watched you little monkeys run around while the big girls were off shopping.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPbAmS6LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/K8ugsVLDrDc/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvPbAmS6LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/K8ugsVLDrDc/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996255790262450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend we also saw Kung Fu Panda.  You and Boo probably saw about half the movie.  The rest of the time you were eating popcorn and m&amp;amp;m's, making trips to the bathroom, and walking around the front row!  It was quite and experience.  But you girls had fun and we enjoyed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before we left for home, we had a BBQ at Aunty's house.  There was much DELICIOUS FOOD, swimming, and laughter.  To top off the party, Aunty pushed me into the pool.....twice.......I was not asking for it at all......no matter what she tells you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous weekend.  It flew by like a speeding bullet and I am sad today to know that it is over.  Time always flys when you are having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-2560211900575888317?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2560211900575888317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=2560211900575888317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2560211900575888317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2560211900575888317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/07/norcal-trip.html' title='NorCal Trip'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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://bp1.blogger.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SHvMG88ZbSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bc-mzpRCymQ/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-1914165145631152442</id><published>2008-06-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:30:22.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of the progress you have made at swimming lessons.  I could tell  you all about it but I am going to insert some video that will speak a thousand words.  Way to go my Little Mermaid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewIstn-wu4g"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewIstn-wu4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/5682745203616210474-1914165145631152442?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1914165145631152442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=1914165145631152442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1914165145631152442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1914165145631152442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-2191722317170844086</id><published>2008-06-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:54:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning at the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today we had no plans.  Being the early risers that we are, around 7:45am I piled you in the car along with your buckets and shovels and we headed toward the beach.  First we took a REALLY LONG walk along the boardwalk.  Sitting in your stroller you entertained yourself by singing songs such as Bump, Bump, Bump (you learned it at tumbling) and Row, Row, Row Your Boat.  You also talked A LOT about Dora Mermaid and her mermaid crown.  Right now you are obsessed with mermaids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done with our walk, we fetched your beach gear from the car and headed toward the sand.  Together we built sandcastles and dug holes.  We did this for some time and then decided to look for sea shells.  We walked up the beach and you squealed each time you found a shell.  Then you would say, "Sea shell."  You were so excited each time you found one.  It was such a lovely morning.  I wish I had my camera to capture the joy on your face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-2191722317170844086?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/2191722317170844086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=2191722317170844086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2191722317170844086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/2191722317170844086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-at-beach.html' title='Morning at the Beach'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-1061393628242153263</id><published>2008-06-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:28:51.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbj9xem47I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_bs-VtM6xvo/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbj9xem47I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_bs-VtM6xvo/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217107868748538802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today was Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt; and Andrew’s 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They celebrated with a big birthday bash at the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;here were hot dogs, fruit, and cake (of course).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt; the most amazing part of the whole day was that a fire truck came to the party.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;It was a surprise to eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;ryone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way to t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;he park you were fast asleep, but the moment you saw the fire truck in the parking lot, you were wid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;e awake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“FIRE TRUCK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRE TRUCK!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The firemen were taking all the kids for rides around the block.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first ride w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;as full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you waited patiently for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt; your turn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the fire truck returned, you ran excitedly to get in line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The children started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;climbing the latter to board the t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;ruck. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You got to the front of the line but it was full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No more kids could get on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt; to you that we would have to wait again for the next ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your once smil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;ing face turned quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;ly into a frown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your eyes looked sadly at the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You were crushed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the truck eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;ntually came back and we got to take two rides i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;nstead of one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You had a big grin on your face the whole time and you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;n’t even scared when the firemen rang the siren an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;d honked the horn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHAT FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbkc4PqNuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pKWKvCf9HME/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbkc4PqNuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pKWKvCf9HME/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217108403140835042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbkdc-wACI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZhXdOs3Bjh4/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbkdc-wACI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZhXdOs3Bjh4/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217108413002022946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-1061393628242153263?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/1061393628242153263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=1061393628242153263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1061393628242153263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/1061393628242153263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/fire-truck_28.html' title='Fire Truck'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGbj9xem47I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_bs-VtM6xvo/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-3054175633447229649</id><published>2008-06-27T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:54:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edible Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Summer has officially started and we have jam-packed the entire week full of fun activities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Monday we went to a mommy and me class called Edible Art with Aunty Netty and Hailee Bop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got there and around the room there were plates filled with colorful edible paint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You were instructed by the teacher to finger paint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You and Hailee had a fabulous time plunging your entire hands in the paint and rubbing it messily all over construction paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;While you guys were having a wonderful time, Aunty Netty and I were having major anxiety attacks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The reasons are two-fold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(1) because you guys were getting so MESSY!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And (2) because all paints were community shared we were freaking out you would get hand-foot-mouth disease.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YUCK!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;So I know you had the time of your life, it was just too much stress on us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as I got home, I called and pulled you both from the class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to tell the man on the phone that the class was disgusting and absolutely unsanitary with all the kids sharing the same paint, but I chickened out and told him it just wasn’t for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGVxmbGDPkI/AAAAAAAAADc/A1V0QIGtBDI/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGVxmbGDPkI/AAAAAAAAADc/A1V0QIGtBDI/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216700648300691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Hailee Bop and the green glob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGVxnAZa1GI/AAAAAAAAADk/PmWv-XhmNpY/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGVxnAZa1GI/AAAAAAAAADk/PmWv-XhmNpY/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216700658314040418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5682745203616210474-3054175633447229649?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/3054175633447229649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=3054175633447229649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/3054175633447229649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/3054175633447229649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/edible-art.html' title='Edible Art'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SGVxmbGDPkI/AAAAAAAAADc/A1V0QIGtBDI/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-931210668427413781</id><published>2008-06-18T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:19:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tonight, as I finished up your bedtime story, I asked you for a goodnight kiss.  You said no (huh?).  I stuck out my bottom lip and told you I was sad.  So you pointed to my cheek and said, "I kiss you here."  So you leaned in and kissed my cheek.  Then you pointed to the other cheek and said, "and here."  Again you kissed my cheek.  Then you gently touched my nose and said, "and I kiss your nose, mommy."  You melt my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-931210668427413781?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/931210668427413781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=931210668427413781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/931210668427413781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/931210668427413781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-night-kisses.html' title='Good Night Kisses'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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-5682745203616210474.post-500179315563890286</id><published>2008-06-04T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:10:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SEdm-l8ttzI/AAAAAAAAADU/mlnXDvpAGIE/s1600-h/IMG_6437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SEdm-l8ttzI/AAAAAAAAADU/mlnXDvpAGIE/s320/IMG_6437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208244719601956658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does this look like a sick child? I don't think so either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;Yesterday I got a call from your preschool at about lunch time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You had a fever of 101° and was resting in the sick room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your daddy rushed over to get you and I quickly got my classroom ready for a substitute teacher for the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;You took a long nap and woke up a bit grumpy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You complained that your head hurt and told me, “I need to go to the doctors.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So adorable!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the night, we spent watching television and cuddling on the couch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched the movie Cats and Dogs and ate lots of purple popsicles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The two of us fell asleep on the couch and daddy had to carry you to bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You slept through the night except for a couple of whimpers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;You woke up in the morning in a very cheerful mood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was prepared for a grumpy, miserable little munchkin, but you had other plans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You still had a slight fever but ever other symptom of illness was GONE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All day you literally bounced off the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;The best part of the day was when you got out of the bath tub put on a hat and slippers (and nothing else) and pretended to roller skate all over the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You made me put on my slippers and some bunny ears (I was fully clothed, of course) and we skated around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;I probably could have let you go to school today and I could have gone to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I think this mommy/daughter day was just what we needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a fabulous day and made me ache for summer when every day will by mommy/daughter day.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682745203616210474-500179315563890286?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/500179315563890286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=500179315563890286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/500179315563890286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/500179315563890286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick.html' title='Sick?'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SEdm-l8ttzI/AAAAAAAAADU/mlnXDvpAGIE/s72-c/IMG_6437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682745203616210474.post-670937372721669882</id><published>2008-06-04T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:04:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SEdj8AY348I/AAAAAAAAADE/oyBlFiUGn8M/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SEdj8AY348I/AAAAAAAAADE/oyBlFiUGn8M/s320/100_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208241376624894914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mae, you are officially two and half years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, how did time fly by so quickly?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems like just yesterday we brought you, our little glowworm, home from the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been two years full of fun, laughter, and so much love I never thought it was possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every day your dad and I look at you and comment on how beautiful and amazing you are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have brought such joy and happiness to our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t even remember what life was like before you came along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are truly the best thing that has ever happened to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;I have decided to start this diary for a couple of reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most important reason is that I have the worst memory!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, people always ask, “remember that time we did……”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I can NEVER REMEMBER.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes their stories spark a memory, but not too often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if I write down important things about you and our lives, then I will HAVE TO REMEMBER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;The second reason is that I would love for you to have a glimpse into your early years, the years that are usually a bit foggy for everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someday you may wonder what kind of things we did together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now all you will have to do it open this blog and read to your heart’s content.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will do my best to update it as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;I hope you enjoy these memories as much as I enjoyed making them with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I love you with all my heart, my sweet Natalie Mae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/5682745203616210474-670937372721669882?l=adaywithmae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/feeds/670937372721669882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5682745203616210474&amp;postID=670937372721669882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/670937372721669882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682745203616210474/posts/default/670937372721669882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithmae.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-must-remember.html' title='I Must Remember'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13886241957311055380</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/_lfV5tGJ9NVo/SEdj8AY348I/AAAAAAAAADE/oyBlFiUGn8M/s72-c/100_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
