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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:48:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Loving This Mom Stuff</title><description /><link>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LovingThisMomStuff" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-4019932030796121246</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T11:07:00.856-06:00</atom:updated><title>Kids These Days</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've got lots to do this morning, Kiddo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get up and get moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chop to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1110-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/1110-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You heard me! Get that look off your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't make me come over there and tickle you into submission, Sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it! You're grounded and just wait 'til your Dad gets home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-4019932030796121246?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/CiQcFIlaNqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/CiQcFIlaNqU/kids-these-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/kids-these-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-4193360770809409816</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T09:04:56.397-06:00</atom:updated><title>Guess Who!</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 559px; HEIGHT: 408px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/1110.jpg" width="829" height="536" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-4193360770809409816?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/n7jCp_fXFyA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/n7jCp_fXFyA/guess-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-who.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-7905087323390560752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T08:34:51.401-06:00</atom:updated><title>Biased</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I may be a bit biased, but these are the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; wonderful children. Ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-7905087323390560752?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/sKuDlljd1wc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/sKuDlljd1wc/biased.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/biased.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-9055839394505704579</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T09:19:32.605-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Family That Tatts Together, Stays Together!</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-9055839394505704579?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/yF8NwRfO3oo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/yF8NwRfO3oo/family-that-tatts-together-stays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-that-tatts-together-stays.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-918219304810585972</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T23:20:59.904-06:00</atom:updated><title>Saturday Fun</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Punkin had a great time today. It's not normal for her to smile at the camera so much. Usually I get a shot here or there with a grin, but nothing like these wonderful smiles on her pretty little face. I mean, she smiles, don't get me wrong...it's just uncharacteristic of her to be so open with these joyous smiles. I love it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809076.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peanut was pretty serious while playing today. She was all about beating Punkin through the tunnels and outwitting Bingo at Hide-And-Go-Seek, not that it was such a hard task! She also realized as soon as we got there, that she needed to use the restroom and of course there was not one in sight. This may have had something to do with the concentration on her perfect face. She was very firm in requesting to continue playing, and so we did. She made it home too without any accidents! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809074.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bingo is a climber! I tell ya, this kid has no fear. Scary really. I'm waiting on the future ER visits after he hurts himself trying to do stunts. I know our day(s) is coming. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last shot of the afternoon and I think it was by far the best. What a way to end our fun time together! We were sad that The Dad had to work &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;day...and is still there, but we had fun anyway. What other choice do we have?! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-918219304810585972?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/nVc658bc7vk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/nVc658bc7vk/saturday-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-291318837864899856</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T14:20:43.736-06:00</atom:updated><title>Tease</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a taste of what's to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11809027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11809027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-291318837864899856?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/D7_8qoIpkEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/D7_8qoIpkEA/tease.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/tease.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-6603148025076180332</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T19:44:03.988-06:00</atom:updated><title>Movie Night!</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The kids and I are having a Movie Night! It's just the four of us, since you-know-who has to work late tonight. We are watching "Tinkerbell", which is cute for a cartoon movie. I'm not big on cartoons...but it wasn't my choice tonight. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We've put our jammies on, brought &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;single blanket and pillow that we own into the living room. We each just finished a handful of M&amp;amp;M's and I'm about to pop some requested "movie popcorn" because, well ya know it wouldn't be Movie Night without getting kernels all over the couch, right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11609172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11609172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-6603148025076180332?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/D19aI_XyQU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/D19aI_XyQU8/movie-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-1019965156211070209</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T07:32:09.114-06:00</atom:updated><title>Snuggle Time</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a parent there is nothing like seeing your kids love on one another. Fortunately our kids like doing that. Of course they have their moments where they dislike one another, fight like wild animals, scream that annoying scream and hurt each other's feelings. It's just how it works when you have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every once in a while, we capture moments like this. I took this picture on Sunday morning. I didn't even notice them on the couch together until their Dad got my attention and told me to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11309002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11309002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It does my heart good to see them like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-1019965156211070209?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/YXW-CwZLXFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/YXW-CwZLXFc/snuggle-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/snuggle-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-6555451349192193205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T07:18:05.618-06:00</atom:updated><title>It's Morning Time</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here is what Punkin looked like this morning. She was actually in a pretty good mood, but you can tell she was sleepy. I put the kids to bed at 6:30 last night. I figured since it was dark out, they didn't know the difference and I needed a break. Bingo fell asleep pretty fast, as usual. The girls were talking to one another for a while, but fortunately neither of them got out of bed. Of course by 6:10 this morning they were all up, hungry and raring to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11409017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11409017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every little boy needs a little snuggle time with his Daddy in the morning. Normally when his Daddy sings to him, Bingo yells and tells him to stop. So, when he started singing this morning and Bingo kept telling him "mo", it was quite a surprise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11409002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11409002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was telling Bingo to "SMILE!" and he just looked at me and pointed to his Dad, like "Tell this goofball who's so happy in the morning to SMILE!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11409012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11409012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a wonderful day today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;XOXOXOXOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-6555451349192193205?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/frk0TxPxfFY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/frk0TxPxfFY/its-morning-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-morning-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-3145436288982589109</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T19:54:55.489-06:00</atom:updated><title>Help!</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11309028-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/11309028-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-3145436288982589109?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/dDaNUOmQopM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/dDaNUOmQopM/help.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/help.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-6143230754056682024</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T12:05:29.537-06:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend Randomness</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 294px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween037.jpg" width="201" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-6143230754056682024?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/tJgQjaUOZps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/tJgQjaUOZps/weekend-randomness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-randomness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-4323198293589806472</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T09:01:10.115-06:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween 2009</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The kids were sooo excited to get going. We were waiting on our new friends to get back to our house from changing after dinner and decided to put Papa Tom to work with the camera. The dad works with Brad and moved into a house in the same subdivision. How cool is that! They're a great family who have a couple kids the same ages as ours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bags I made for the kids the night before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bingo found the candy bowl and couldn't keep his grubby little cowboy hands out of it. I know he was thinking, "That mom of mine has &lt;em&gt;no clue&lt;/em&gt; what I'm doing over here. Hahaha!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our pretty little purple Princess Peanut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is Punkin' as Snow White. Yes, she was Snow White &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; New dress, same character as last year. So adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't remember if this was before or after Peanut walked through our neighbor's yard where they had put "fresh graves" with mounds of dirt and tombstones. It wasn't the scary factor of the graves, it was the fresh dirt and what that means down here....FIRE ANTS! She started screaming her poor little head off thinking that she was being attacked. It was quite the scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween197.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103109Halloween194.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103109Halloween194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We only went down to Punkin's bus stop and back, but it was definitely plenty of walking and candy for the kids. We then headed home, broke out the margaritas (for the parents), leftover fruit and Goldfish from dinner (for the kids), put a movie on for the little ones in the playroom and talked until the two oldest were fast asleep on their mommas' laps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a wonderful Halloween!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-4323198293589806472?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/j4ZudkR6XBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/j4ZudkR6XBs/halloween-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-2988936747343791340</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T12:47:03.931-05:00</atom:updated><title>Errands, Bank and Park - OH MY!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my precious babes got dressed this morning (before 8!!) I couldn't help but take a couple pics. Aren't they the most precious people (this statement includes the sister that's in school!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to run to the bank, store, grab a snack, go to another bank and then decided to stop at a park we had yet to visit. Turned out to be a pretty good one. Lots of jungle gyms to play on, but they weren't too tall so as to scare them. Plenty of swings and tons of room to run around. As you can tell, it was quite a bit of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This sliding stuff is serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The kids saw a "CAT!" Nothing else mattered while that furry critter was trying to catch the birds that were chirping in the tree above him. It was quite entertaining actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Swinging high is so much fun, just ask Peanut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every purple dinosaur needs a good nose scratch once in a while. Lucky for him he has Peanut there to do the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009221.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ohhhhhhhh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bingo officially declined the "baby swing" and wouldn't even go near it. Guess he's a big boy now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was the last photo I took before I heard a scream from Peanut, "Mooommmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Apparently the slide she was going down (big tunnel one) has a dip at the bottom and holds water. Icy cold water, several inches deep. She was soaked to the skin. We ran to the car, peeled every stitch of clothing off of her and headed home. She was a bit chilly, but warm now cuddled up on the couch with me and her white blankies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103009233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/103009233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-2988936747343791340?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/HMeWHmd48wE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/HMeWHmd48wE/errands-bank-and-park-oh-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/errands-bank-and-park-oh-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-7299535948431957787</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T16:01:25.119-05:00</atom:updated><title>He's Gonna Love This</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh boy! He's gonna love this when we choose it for the yearbook's baby photo for his senior picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102709009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102709009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-7299535948431957787?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/_w66ucv1sFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/_w66ucv1sFc/hes-gonna-love-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-gonna-love-this.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-7278532484256496039</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T11:24:23.234-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sweetness</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the first time ever (well since he was tiny), Bingo fell asleep on my lap on the couch. Normally he is too busy doing his own thing; needing to be read to, played with, giving fist bumps, picking on one (or both) of his sisters, getting into the cabinets in the kitchen, opening up the bathroom door to play in the sink, falling down and getting hurt, jumping off the couch, giving the dog treats, etc. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102809002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102809002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but make sure to get some close-ups of his precious, sweaty baby face. How could I resist this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102809004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102809004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure exactly what I like most about him. There are thousands of qualities that make me love him. He is a lot like his dad, and we all know how much I love him....so it is only fair to say that Bingo is a very loved boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;His personality is definitely one-of-a-kind. That's for sure! He's curious and is constantly focusing on it. He already exhibits a wonderful sense of humor. He has some spectacular blue eyes. Remember this photo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=93009060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/93009060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh I could go on and on. Bore you with each perfect quality that my son possesses. Share with you each photo I've ever taken of him. Ya know, that parent thing we each do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Instead, I will just tell you that I am going to go cuddle with my lad on the couch and hope that he once again falls asleep on me and I can cherish these baby moments a little longer. Before long, they will be no more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that makes me sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-7278532484256496039?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/1mWa-fuIJXY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/1mWa-fuIJXY/sweetness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweetness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-2162804474038643332</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T16:28:34.071-05:00</atom:updated><title>New Glasses!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WX1bXgbryx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WX1bXgbryx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great job Punkin! She came home with a new book from school today. Took it out of her bag and read every word to me. Then took it to her Papa and read him every word. She said that her friend Sam from school had just read her the book, so that helped her know the words. Thanks Sam! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, today the younger kids and I went and picked up her glasses. They were supposed to be done last week. We had also gotten sunglasses in her prescription, and today was "Sunglasses Day" at school. Unfortunately the sunglasses we ordered have not been delivered to the eye glass place. She wasn't as upset as I thought she would be (or that I was). Here she is with her new frames!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102709085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102709085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102709087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102709087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102709081.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102709081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102709086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102709086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102709079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102709079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, she was really just standing in the yard reading the book. No forced posing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-2162804474038643332?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/P05tbtRWbRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/P05tbtRWbRE/new-glasses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-glasses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-45446279295522068</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T13:54:18.057-05:00</atom:updated><title>And She Can Sing Too!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7J32okA6kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7J32okA6kc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-45446279295522068?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/DCXMC-C2qQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/DCXMC-C2qQk/and-she-can-sing-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-can-sing-too.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-2617310527189002957</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T12:28:49.599-05:00</atom:updated><title>She Thinks She Can Dance</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peanut hasn't been feeling too well the past couple of days. But, that didn't keep her from stepping into the sunshine streaming through the large windows in the living room and grooving to some tunes. This girl is the performer in the family. She loves to grab whatever is near her that even slightly resembles a microphone and start belting out either her own version of the song or sporatic words that she knows. Nothing hinders this gal, not even a nasty cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I can't claim to dance...although I did &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to in high school. I was &lt;em&gt;the worst&lt;/em&gt; on the squad, but man did I have heart! I think she may just slightly take after my side of the family. These thumb moves look somewhat familiar....remember &lt;a href="http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/deja-vu.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102309026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102309026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend! If we get to feeling better, we may head to the pumpkin patch, which of course be followed by details on here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-2617310527189002957?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/YA1ASICYaDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/YA1ASICYaDs/she-thinks-she-can-dance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-thinks-she-can-dance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-4849121343886385594</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T21:14:26.888-05:00</atom:updated><title>They've Got Mail!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Punkin all excited to "get more of that sticky craft stuff"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peanut with her sore, red nose from rubbing it all day was super happy to see what was inside the boxes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bingo was enthralled with stacking the coolies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you GC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-4849121343886385594?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/vYguxn1etLM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/vYguxn1etLM/theyve-got-mail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/theyve-got-mail.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-552135546533639577</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T13:07:16.924-05:00</atom:updated><title>Punkin at the Punkin Patch Event</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today was the yearly field trip to the "Pumpkin Patch" for Punkin's Kindergarten class. There was no patch tho, just tables set up with pumpkins, gourds, corn, etc. Lots of fun things for the kids to touch and see.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my girl getting off the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Her first sight of me as I called her name. I love that face!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here she is getting her class photo taken in front of the sign. She wasn't thrilled with the Sun in her eyes. I don't blame her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Punkin, the proud new owner of her very own pumpkin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; A quick picture of the two of us...not my favorite, but the only one we got. Plus several years from now I'll be wishing I looked like that. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had a good time shivering in the cooler, misty air, watching the presentation from Miss Blondie who was in charge. The kids all got to take home their own pumpkin as well as a bag of treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102209005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102209005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-552135546533639577?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/uTpLR8KHIiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/uTpLR8KHIiw/punkin-at-punkin-patch-event.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/punkin-at-punkin-patch-event.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-7837013009895189240</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:28:35.222-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet Boy</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems like everyone is sick these days, and unfortunately my kids are no exception. Punkin and Peanut have both been hacking and coughing for what seems like forever and just today Bingo decided to come down with his own runny nose, slight fever and congestion, although no cough...yet. He needed some extra attention tonight, so after the girls were safely in bed and he had been howling in his crib for several minutes I went in and rescued him. He laid his sweet little blonde head on my shoulder and he knew he had won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102109005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102109005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What? I'm not tired. See? I can play really well three hours past my bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102109009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102109009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102109013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102109013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Such a sweet boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102109034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102109034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right before we headed &lt;em&gt;back &lt;/em&gt;upstairs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102109029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102109029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-7837013009895189240?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/muntWA6dyoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/muntWA6dyoc/sweet-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-boy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-7028071592591098400</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T19:17:45.140-05:00</atom:updated><title>Strawberry Tongues</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Supper tonight was supposed to be Stuffed Eggplant. Well I failed at that. Apparently it is better to cook the rice first if you aren't going to use instant rice. I thought about that while mixing it all together, but figured it would be baking long enough and with all the juices from the veggies....oh well. While those were cooking (and doing so miserably) I put some brats on the grill to send with B to work tomorrow for his lunch. Forgot those. Now they are charcoal sausages. Num num.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So the kids had ham sandwiches and strawberries for their dinner. I was about to put my camera away and looked over to find &lt;em&gt;all three&lt;/em&gt; doing this. Couldn't help but laugh and take pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whether my dinner plans turn out in the end or not, at least I have these pretty (and handsome) faces to look at whenever feel like I failed...and need assurance that I indeed have &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;failed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102009042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102009042.jpg" width="237" height="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102009040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102009040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102009039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/102009039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-7028071592591098400?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/HJl-NXXl8sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/HJl-NXXl8sc/strawberry-tongues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/strawberry-tongues.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-6361143845269557179</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T11:10:12.191-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101909007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101909007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-6361143845269557179?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/HR2zGgoNyDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/HR2zGgoNyDs/photobucket.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-3559985260316403440</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T16:02:52.487-05:00</atom:updated><title>Name This Photo</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=92409011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/92409011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What would your caption or title be for this photo? I can't seem to come up with one that is good enough. Give me some ideas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-3559985260316403440?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/Z01mViT_luQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/Z01mViT_luQ/name-this-photo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/name-this-photo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7554621898170793730.post-4630522949940173465</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T17:29:47.952-05:00</atom:updated><title>It Was A Steal</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The kids and I went out this morning to find some sales. We came across this vintage kitchen and couldn't resist. It was a steal at $5, especially with the plastic coffee pot, salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers and the original yellow phone. As you can tell we couldn't wait to get home after picking it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bingo loves that it's just his size and he can reach everything. His hat is new as well. Brand new Gap cap with the tags still on for .50. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Punkin realized that Peanut and her little bro had put their babies in the oven compartment and freaked out, telling her sister, "You can't put those babies in there! You'll cook 'em!". Good thing we've got her around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bingo loves to pose...and dang he's good at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Here's another poser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This by far was the funniest part of our morning. Punkin found a newspaper wrapper and decided to make a game of "Picking Up Poo" out of it. She and her sister took turns grabbing poo (grass) and putting it in their little bucket, all the while using their glove...just like Daddy! Makes me proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This last photo is of Punkin as she was taking a walk down the sidewalk. I can't help but think, "These boots were made for walkin'....".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101709080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/lovingthismomstuff/101709080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a great rest of your weekend, I know we will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7554621898170793730-4630522949940173465?l=lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~4/pa-dqqRzLsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LovingThisMomStuff/~3/pa-dqqRzLsg/it-was-steal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Liz)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lovingthismomstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-steal.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
