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Screaming baby and barking dog. Clean the house and try to work. That's where my good friend Vino comes in.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lildavismichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lildavismichael.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6504265260384422712/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Mommy's Sippy Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552886036133891736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcriMMdPkhw/TBlzYcetaOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/zQMrURGRxB0/S220/Button-MommysSippyCupcopy.png" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MommysSippyCup" /><feedburner:info uri="mommyssippycup" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYEQ3w_eyp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504265260384422712.post-7344131730957915565</id><published>2012-01-27T13:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:21:42.243-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T13:21:42.243-06:00</app:edited><title>Chop, Chop. Snip, Snip.</title><content type="html">After two and half years of long curly locks, I finally put the scissors to my little man's head. As much as it hurt me, it also pained me to see Davis running around looking like a homeless child. The hair was out of control! Curls were falling in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Hair was sticking straight up. I think a bird even made a nest in there! Since I was just trimming it, I figured, who better than to cut his hair than me! I mean, I used to cut my doll's hair, so how hard could this really be! I grabbed the scissors, my homeless looking child, and got to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/1674.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_1674.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys? Why does mama have scissors? Wait, why is mama getting close to my head with scissors? This can not be good. Should I be scared??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/1675.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_1675.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wait, Gigi! Stop taking pictures of me and do something! Mom has scissors! She can't even cut wrapping paper straight! Hello! Gigi?! I'm scared, now. I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/1676.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_1676.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make this stop!!! My hair is fine!!!!!! I hate my life! I heard my mom say I looked like a homeless child! I am known for my hair! It's my trademark! Giiiiigiiiiiiiii!!!! Why are you letting her do this to me?? This is so unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/1679.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_1679.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Wait. Oh! Look! I still have a ton of hair. Wow, okay. All is good in my world, again. Can I have my train now? Phew, that was a close call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/27/1680.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/27/s_1680.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally see a new profession in my future! 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Snip, Snip." /><author><name>Mommy's Sippy Cup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07552886036133891736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcriMMdPkhw/TBlzYcetaOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/zQMrURGRxB0/S220/Button-MommysSippyCupcopy.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lildavismichael.blogspot.com/2012/01/chop-chop-snip-snip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDRXc8fip7ImA9WhRUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6504265260384422712.post-5680850683508084056</id><published>2012-01-25T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:26:14.976-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T08:26:14.976-06:00</app:edited><title>On The Road Again</title><content type="html">I just got back to Tulsa from a long weekend in Dallas for a spray tan camp I signed up for. That's right, spray tan camp. I know what you're probably thinking, but it was amazing!! Well, this post isn't about that, so you'll just have to wait. I know how intriguing it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was off, learning more about the right DHA and wedding industry, Davis played his little heart out with my family. And since I think Davis is pretty stinking cute, I had to post a few of those pics. Yup, more pictures of my little monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/789.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_789.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time = fun time &lt;br /&gt;Look at the cute smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/790.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_790.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What. A. Cutie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/791.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_791.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell Davis, "show me your teeth" and I get a goofy smile on cue. I love this one of Davis and Gigi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/792.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_792.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the actual pictures, because I was cutting the hair, but after over two years, Davis got his first hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/793.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_793.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to buy him a new tent, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/25/794.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/25/s_794.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing beats story time with Aunt Em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say overall, Davis had the best weekend!! He is always so sad to leave, which makes me so sad :( But....we had a LOT of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-5680850683508084056?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My last one was about 7 months ago, but at least we haven't had any earth shattering changes since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for most moms, this one is such a biggie! How I do not miss the days when I was walking around like a zombie. Davis' schedule hasn't changed much...yet! Thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up: 8 am (earliest would be 7:30, but reads until I get him out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap: 2-5 (Nap may vary 30 min more or less, depending on the day. Again, if he wakes up early, he reads quietly in bed until I get him up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The quietly part is changing lately because it is TEETHING TIME! As you know, this is such a barrel of laughs, and is just the time of your life. Now please shoot me**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath, Book, Bedtime: Starts around 7:20 for a bath, then a few books, then off to dreamland. Michael usually takes over at night, and does the night time routine. Mama gets a little break. Plus, it's "their time" together, and they really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0822e0I4xG4/TxScVNSuVQI/AAAAAAAABvw/9XV4SsYEnvQ/s1600/life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698351316689900802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0822e0I4xG4/TxScVNSuVQI/AAAAAAAABvw/9XV4SsYEnvQ/s400/life.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Davis has the appetite of a high school quarter back. What am I going to do when he actually is in high school? Goodness, me! He eats everything, and anything. Bread is "pizza" and I have no idea how this started, but it's cute. Pizza is his one of his favorites though, which is funny, because that was pretty much my first word. Cottage cheese, cauliflower, V8, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;greek&lt;/span&gt; yogurt, grapes, salmon, and goldfish are his most favorite foods. I can't seem to keep enough V8 in the house. It's his "special" juice. He also still consumes milk like there is no tomorrow. We go through so much milk, I need to buy a cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aboard! Anything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; is his current favorite! Dinosaur Train (whoever came up with that show is a genius) or Thomas the train. I still limit his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; time to about 30 minutes in the morning, and he loves, loves the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;. Other favorites are of course trucks. He seems to have moved on from the ball phase, which is really weird. Fine, he's allowed to change. He also does a lot better about playing by himself and having quiet time. We are getting there. (I think school is helping-2 days a week-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MDO&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTTY TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PUH&lt;/span&gt;-LEASE! At this rate, he'll be 5 before I can fully potty train this kid. I seriously need potty training for dummies, because it just isn't working. He's gone a total of three times, over a span of several months. If only we could settle down and stop moving, I think I could go in full force! So for now, his dinosaur is the one who goes potty on Davis' potty. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPING AROUND THE HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis loves to help me with everything. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes his helping isn't so helpful. But, it's still one of those things that is so cute. He loves to help me cook!! I'll put the pan on the floor, and after I've chopped all the veggies, I hand them to Davis to be placed in the pan. It's so cute to watch him get excited. I've also found this is a good way to teach him about new foods. Of course, I did tell him pears were apples &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he was looking at the funny...but he devoured them. Clorox rags are another big interest right now. He cleans anything he can reach and then wants to do "more, please." Why yes, you can clean as much as you want! And laundry! This has to be my favorite! He strains to get the cloths in the wash or the dryer, and doesn't stop until it's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXjrZxA6wqc/TxScpNQ_4MI/AAAAAAAABv8/OvaQ8Md6WOg/s1600/helper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698351660280045762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXjrZxA6wqc/TxScpNQ_4MI/AAAAAAAABv8/OvaQ8Md6WOg/s400/helper.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just getting so big!!! :( If only I could bottle up time!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week, everyone!&lt;br /&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/6504265260384422712-3644711723373965990?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you are like me, then you are addicted to pinterest. Like, bad. I keep saying I am going to need a barn to fill for all of my crafty stuff I awnt to make from there. (Somehow, half of the things I have pinned are gone, but I'll keep going.) If you want to follow my random pins, check me out &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/jessica_cortez/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always, and I mean always, want to try new things with my hair, but have no idea what to do. I'm pretty much an idiot when it comes to creativity on hairdos. I can whip up a mean ponytail, though! Oh, yeah!! Well, don't ya know, pinterest has the answer. A link to a blog with a TON of step by step how to's for idiots like me! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utrrkCee_Ik/TwtcFlvw5zI/AAAAAAAABvM/4MwJUbA2Pho/s1600/hair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695747404841674546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-utrrkCee_Ik/TwtcFlvw5zI/AAAAAAAABvM/4MwJUbA2Pho/s400/hair3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE this look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaEGAfejn2o/TwtcFvM3W1I/AAAAAAAABvE/RXFkoEwY2fk/s1600/hair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695747407379651410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaEGAfejn2o/TwtcFvM3W1I/AAAAAAAABvE/RXFkoEwY2fk/s400/hair2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much love braid anything...however, this may take me a year to figure out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ej0dXpVvC-8/TwtcFXA-AgI/AAAAAAAABu8/06h6fAv7Xyw/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695747400887304706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ej0dXpVvC-8/TwtcFXA-AgI/AAAAAAAABu8/06h6fAv7Xyw/s400/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this may be my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here goes nothing! I'll start with these three. You should check out her &lt;a href="http://www.thesmallthingsblog.com/p/hair-style-tutorials.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. She has many, many more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy pinning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-2727772184907643795?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where is the time going?! Wow, I say. Wow! I always attempt at making new years resolutions, but they mostly turn out about the same. You know, lose weight, go to the gym. Etc, etc. I want to be reasonable this year. I go to the gym all the time, so I can't say go to the gym. This year I want it to be about bettering myself. So for me, 2012 is all about becoming a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better myself by working out BETTER! Even though I go to the gym almost everyday, I could always step up my workouts and kick it into high gear. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oobgap0M4Vk/TwN151lV_zI/AAAAAAAABt0/8jOJvoPsnZY/s1600/imagesCA2SHIEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693523990423142194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oobgap0M4Vk/TwN151lV_zI/AAAAAAAABt0/8jOJvoPsnZY/s400/imagesCA2SHIEL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look awesome, right!!?? Yeah, lots of hard work!! Okay, fine. I would take a half an ab that looked that good! A girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time for myself!! I need to relax more, that's for sure. Whether it's getting a massage (daily, please!) or taking an hour to go to lunch with a friend, I need to unwind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to work on being a better wife. I'm not saying that I think I'm a bad wife, and if someone (eh hem) is complaining, he's doing a good job of keeping it to himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X4sITZhDqU/TwN3UCHRn8I/AAAAAAAABuA/FisV-DqeFac/s1600/housewife-happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693525539974913986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X4sITZhDqU/TwN3UCHRn8I/AAAAAAAABuA/FisV-DqeFac/s400/housewife-happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't mean be the stereotype 50's housewife and greet my hard working man at the door with a scotch and paper. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;, really, who are we kidding here. However, I do mean that I want him to know how much I appreciate all of his hard work that he does to provide for our family. Know that he is also stressed out as well, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; such a good job of keeping his cool. That he works hard for us and has the strongest work ethic of anyone I know. He's my rock and together we roll! Oh yeah, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IFx_CL2qyk/TwN44kiOMrI/AAAAAAAABuU/g6J78tQtZDY/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527267201659570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IFx_CL2qyk/TwN44kiOMrI/AAAAAAAABuU/g6J78tQtZDY/s400/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIPfN3Jtplg/TwN44st9VdI/AAAAAAAABuM/8ZacabRVbI0/s1600/better%2Bmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527269398369746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sIPfN3Jtplg/TwN44st9VdI/AAAAAAAABuM/8ZacabRVbI0/s400/better%2Bmom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a better mom. Give more kisses, more hugs, more tickles, and more cuddles. Well, in a perfect world I would love that. Davis however, probably won't allow that, but I can sure try. Turn my phone and computer off more when he's up and focus more attention just on him. More arts and crafts with him. Try not to think about all of the laundry and cleaning that should be done, and just have some fun with him. Life is too short and my little man is only going to little for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else to better myself, and that is really important to me is to better my relationship with God. In hopes that we can get somewhere and STAY somewhere, I would love to find a church that I can attend. I have too much to be thankful for and am extremely blessed in my life. I feel I have will find more peace in my life and be less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer to help others. Again, if we could get somewhere and stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;, I am going to start signing up again for volunteer work. My dream would be to help at a children's hospital. I would love to read books to children and try to put a smile on their sweet faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a nutshell, I want to Be a Better me!! So these are my resolutions that to me, seem very doable and very reasonable. Come on 2012, BRING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKvRsdW32U/TwN64yYPCvI/AAAAAAAABuk/7_TCzjnKUR0/s1600/better%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693529469941123826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKvRsdW32U/TwN64yYPCvI/AAAAAAAABuk/7_TCzjnKUR0/s400/better%2Bme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-3499910229649026477?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I'm sure you don't mind, so I'll cram away!&lt;br /&gt;What are the holidays without being silly? Tis the season, to be be jolly, right?! So I bought Michael, Davis, and I matching pajamas. Yes, that's right. We all got footie pj's with the flap on the butt, and our names. Well, actually, they said- Mama Cortez, Dada Cortez, and Lil Britches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVuy5zT8ac/TvzOSinZ3CI/AAAAAAAABsI/Phh8S1K47_g/s1600/pjs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691650847014509602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVuy5zT8ac/TvzOSinZ3CI/AAAAAAAABsI/Phh8S1K47_g/s400/pjs.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have my jacket on, you say? I had to do some last minute grocery shopping! Of course! I only got about 20 funny looks, and it was pretty awesome! But never fear, I made Michael wear his to shine in public as well! It was sheer greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qbsf_pMQe5s/TvzOzA3sL_I/AAAAAAAABsU/9_CP1hlospk/s1600/dada%2Bpj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691651404891697138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qbsf_pMQe5s/TvzOzA3sL_I/AAAAAAAABsU/9_CP1hlospk/s400/dada%2Bpj.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave Santa left out, so I had to give him some love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B39QDWbllMI/TvzPDytv9BI/AAAAAAAABsg/_soxsxiGSD8/s1600/silly%2Bsanta.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691651693149680658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B39QDWbllMI/TvzPDytv9BI/AAAAAAAABsg/_soxsxiGSD8/s400/silly%2Bsanta.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats getting all dressed up and going to a Christmas party. I actually wish we had had more to go to. I do have more dresses to wear, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpEB0hQrXzo/TvzPWEc2rSI/AAAAAAAABss/Io3clMTplNk/s1600/christmas%2Bparty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691652007148301602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpEB0hQrXzo/TvzPWEc2rSI/AAAAAAAABss/Io3clMTplNk/s400/christmas%2Bparty.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun, ate too much, had some drinks, and still managed to go home before the sitter was supposed to leave. I'm so lame!&lt;br /&gt;Davis was really excited to leave cookies out for Santa this year. I know he still didn't understand at all why he was leaving a plate of cookies out and he wasn't allowed to eat them. Maybe next year. But he did bring the plate like a big boy to the table and didn't ask any questions. I checked my pulse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gshchm1fCIc/TvzQb3IuokI/AAAAAAAABs4/JgeLTJ4TFVQ/s1600/santa%2Bplate.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691653206165070402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gshchm1fCIc/TvzQb3IuokI/AAAAAAAABs4/JgeLTJ4TFVQ/s400/santa%2Bplate.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis was a little spoiled this year and I have to say, I was pretty excited about it. He has had no new toys to play with since everything is boxed up. So new 'big boy toys' are everywhere! This face just says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rp2GGu8oLb0/TvzROmZmwbI/AAAAAAAABtE/4bW_-zkq7Vk/s1600/yay.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691654077845782962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rp2GGu8oLb0/TvzROmZmwbI/AAAAAAAABtE/4bW_-zkq7Vk/s400/yay.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was screaming YAY over and over. Absolutely priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had an amazing and blessed Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-3173134522615459188?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My poor little Davis hasn't been feeling well since last week, but I think is starting to slowly get back to his normal little self. Thank goodness it wasn't the flu, just a crazy bad cold that I thought was turning into a respiratory infection. Awful cough that makes him sound like an old man, nose flowing like a faucet, and eyes so puffy and watery just sitting still. But even though he was feeling that good, mama to the rescue to take advantage of the situation. Yes, take advantage. Davis is not one to cuddle. At all! When he is sick, that seems like what he wants to do the majority of the time. And I LOVE it! We laid in his bed and read books for longer than normal. Did a hand puppet show on the wall. And he just laid on my chest for an hour. AN HOUR! That hasn't happened since he was a newborn. I can't explain how much I loved that. Well, even though it was late at night for that one and I was also half asleep, I loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6bL8f7q6w4/Tuip9C6hbgI/AAAAAAAABq8/tMkZKpxf6t4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685981395774696962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6bL8f7q6w4/Tuip9C6hbgI/AAAAAAAABq8/tMkZKpxf6t4/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis' eating has also slowed down to a halt since he's been sick. Even his teachers commented that the Hoover vacuum was off the past few days. He normally eats like a line backer, so for him to not have an appetite is quite weird. You know the child is sick! One morning, I tried his favorite, banana. No! Cereal. No! Oatmeal. Oh, heck no! Tomato soup? Yes! Tomato soup it was at 9:00 in the morning. Whatever works! That night, Michael and I were going to have Pho for dinner and give Davis the rest of the chicken spaghetti, which he normally loves! If you have never had pho before, you absolutely MUST try it. Pho is a Vietnamese noodle soup, usually served with beef (phở bò) or chicken (phở gà).[1] The soup includes noodles made from rice and is often served with Vietnamese basil, mint leaves, lime, and bean sprouts that are added to the soup by the person who is dining. (I totally sounded like I knew what I was talking about right there, huh? Thank you wikipedia!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, no spaghetti for Davis. What is going on with this child?! He does love broth, so as you can imagine, Pho it was for him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnI5rdzJpPU/TuiriQcR--I/AAAAAAAABrI/SLK0tVlo8XI/s1600/pho2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685983134572739554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnI5rdzJpPU/TuiriQcR--I/AAAAAAAABrI/SLK0tVlo8XI/s400/pho2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he's wondering why in the world we were using sticks in our soup! So, we said just pick it up and drink it, buddy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYc7MBA0CI8/Tuir0eyE7pI/AAAAAAAABrU/onQNT3oAUXg/s1600/pho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685983447659900562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYc7MBA0CI8/Tuir0eyE7pI/AAAAAAAABrU/onQNT3oAUXg/s400/pho.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah! Much better! It was so cute watching him try something new. Needless to say, he ate just about all of mine. Or drank it, rather. Next time, he's getting his own Pho, fo sho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-4922312851123853111?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you're not, be ready to be addicted. If you are, then you already know that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt; is the devil, and it's like trying to give up crack. Okay, maybe not that far, but you get the point. I can waste way too much time on there, pinning things that I know I'll never make, never have in my home, and never be able to figure out that dang hairstyle. But I do it anyway, because hey, a girl can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My craft list on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt; is growing by the minute on there. I would have to have a barn to fill with the things I'm supposedly going to make! Since we are still in the apartment, I don't exactly have enough space to fill for the pins I'm pinning. So, half of them are going to have to wait until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I actually made my first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, people, it happened. I drank my way to my craft! I know, I know. Me? Drink? Well, if my banner and title of my blog doesn't give it away, then I don't know what to tell you. Mama likes a good glass of wine. So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt;+wine bottle+crafty stuff=amazing! One night, I decided to go on a drinking binge for the sake of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt;, and downed about 10 bottles of wine. Please call Betty Ford and have me admitted. Just kidding, I spread the 10 over two nights, so we're good now. (again, kidding...maybe) Have you seen the salt wine bottles for Christmas? Too cute! So I made some. I actually made my friend come over and do some with me. She's a crafty nerd too, so it was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how I left my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; card in the car and it's only 29 degrees outside, I took some quick pics with my phone. So you won't be able to see my amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photog&lt;/span&gt; skills right now...because mama is lazy and doesn't want to get out in the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNJpGxenVo0/TuYm3QH4zwI/AAAAAAAABqs/U4UHRKCG95c/s1600/xmas%2Bwine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685274310264540930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNJpGxenVo0/TuYm3QH4zwI/AAAAAAAABqs/U4UHRKCG95c/s400/xmas%2Bwine.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2fBNswuDxY/TuYm3FjSLDI/AAAAAAAABqk/JLJ1GBaYjDk/s1600/wine%2Bbottle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685274307426659378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2fBNswuDxY/TuYm3FjSLDI/AAAAAAAABqk/JLJ1GBaYjDk/s400/wine%2Bbottle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty, right? If you don't think so, just don't tell me. But it was super easy! Just pick out the color of spray paint you want, rub on some mod &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;podge&lt;/span&gt; glue, and sprinkle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;epsom&lt;/span&gt; or sea salt! Voila! Homemade Christmas decoration that you drank your way to! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you made? I'm on a mission to make a wreath, now. We'll see how that turns out. Don't worry, it's not a wine bottle wreath or anything! Wait! I can make a cork wreath! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-4640083473323422968?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So funny!!! And be sure to check out her blog!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15 Things White Girls Love To Do on Facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take pictures of their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6WVXYMyZq4/Tt_wro_yQjI/AAAAAAAABp0/0dl_pfojKxc/s1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6WVXYMyZq4/Tt_wro_yQjI/AAAAAAAABp0/0dl_pfojKxc/s400/feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683525887294849586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Express their extreme annoyance at this work day today and hint that it deserves a much needed alcoholic beverage at the end of it. WINK WINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank their hubby for being the best hubby in the world while their hubby is sitting right next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Complain about bad service at restaurants. “Never eating at Applebee’s AGAIN!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Express their extreme excitement to see their best friends tonight, Brintney, Whitney, and Sarah!!! Love YOU GIRLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take pictures wearing a lot of makeup and looking really preppy while simultaneously making a “hard” facial expression and holding up what they consider to be a gangster sign. Potential caption: ‘Straight thuggin.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPOEZFd1xXA/Tt_w6RL6nRI/AAAAAAAABqA/C2nnqQs-gI4/s1600/were%2Bhard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPOEZFd1xXA/Tt_w6RL6nRI/AAAAAAAABqA/C2nnqQs-gI4/s400/were%2Bhard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683526138601315602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take pictures of undeserving food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXffZ5DgTZc/Tt_xGmcMRuI/AAAAAAAABqM/tojwVpwg8l8/s1600/oatmeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXffZ5DgTZc/Tt_xGmcMRuI/AAAAAAAABqM/tojwVpwg8l8/s400/oatmeal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683526350465156834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make their status the song lyrics of any Kings of Leon Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take a picture of someone they deem inferior to themselves in some way with the question: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Write angry letters to companies (Dear EZ PARK, I hate you!), unorganized groups of people (Dear slutty freshmen who think that leggings can be worn as pants..), and non-entities (Dear unseasonably cold weather, WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Subtly yell at no one in particular while being very specific. “Wow, it’s hard to believe that you think you know someone and then they turn around and STAB YOU IN THE BACK. Will never make that mistake again. EVER.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Document exceedingly mundane activites for the day. “Getting my oil changed today. Then getting much needed groceries. Then it’s off to the post office to mail some bills. Then stopping by the gyno. Will probably need some gas by the end, so I may stop at the gas station. But I might be tired so I’ll probably just get it in the morning on my way to pick up a prescription. But if I’m not very tired I’ll probably just get the gas on the way home. Again, unless I am tired.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Express their distaste for facebook on facebook and threaten to leave facebook to their facebook friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ask seemingly rhetorical questions. “It’s cool to do a bunch of meth and babysit 20 six year olds, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u6_6O2qrVI/Tt_xRWtYlxI/AAAAAAAABqY/n-mV0r7Td2A/s1600/crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6u6_6O2qrVI/Tt_xRWtYlxI/AAAAAAAABqY/n-mV0r7Td2A/s400/crystal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683526535220860690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Write a status in another language. Parce que, Je suis tres intelligente!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to steal this and post it because, well, it's hysterical. You know half (including me) are guilty of most, if not all of them. And if you've seen this already reposted on facebook, well then you just read it again! If only I could tag certain people to this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-3269805401357070111?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do not own a beyond awful tacky sweater, and I'm pretty sure (well, here's to hoping) that my mom got rid of her shoulder padded, librarian Christmas tree awesomeness of a sweater. (Don't worry, mom. Some are still okay...as long as they aren't flashing!) I didn't have time to go to thrift stores or anything, so I had to makeshift a sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoGGzKCdWuI/Tt4gmbRXJHI/AAAAAAAABpE/MmeFGyDwc4A/s1600/xmasparty3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683015624315839602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UoGGzKCdWuI/Tt4gmbRXJHI/AAAAAAAABpE/MmeFGyDwc4A/s400/xmasparty3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you're thinking! Where can I get amazing earrings like that? Grab some off your tree and no one will know. Okay, a few will know. Some girls actually thought they were store bought earrings. With ornament hooks on them??? Well, they worked! I wrapped Christmas tree ribbon in my hair and was rocking!!! Heck, yes, people! My sweater was a little bare, but hey, last minute. The toy solider scares me with his eyes rolling in the back of his head, and thought that would be perfect. I also added a beautiful wooden rocking horse, probably dating back to the late '70s. Sadly, I didn't have any more safety pins, or I would have been covered and gone overboard! It would have been awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry-UTTKbku0/Tt4hkNBcYvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/K6yH38i3YOs/s1600/xmasparty2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry-UTTKbku0/Tt4hkNBcYvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/K6yH38i3YOs/s400/xmasparty2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683016685642867442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the pleasure of being a cookie judge. Now, this is hard work, people. When there are 12 different kinds of cookies and only a little room in your stomach after your have already picked at every food there, this can be a challenge. Not to mention some of the cookies scared me by appearance, so they weren't even entered. I do have to say that I took a bite of a few, and had to slyly spit them out in a napkin when no one was looking. Some sort of cheese biscuit with raisin concoction was not flying with me. Where do you even come up with that, anyway?! So, I'm stuffed and merry at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zldtbd4aDBk/Tt4iiP9OtvI/AAAAAAAABpo/_kh8KSkj8sE/s1600/xmasparty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zldtbd4aDBk/Tt4iiP9OtvI/AAAAAAAABpo/_kh8KSkj8sE/s400/xmasparty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683017751582390002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, I am left with two thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I now know what Ms. Piggy feels like. Please roll me out the door.&lt;br /&gt;2. Am I going to have to get a tetanus shot for sticking ornaments in my ear? 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Like most kids, Davis does NOT like Santa quite yet. Well, he actually doesn't like anything or anyone that is dressed in any sort of costume. A giant dog could hand over a brand new firetruck and Davis would still be deathly afraid and run away. So, every day we talk about Santa. Santa says, "HO, HO, HO" and of course the talk about you have to be good! He doesn't fully understand the being good part. Really wish he would understand that Santa will bring him a bag of coal if he is bad!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Davis, what does Santa say?&lt;br /&gt;Davis: HO, HO, HO&lt;br /&gt;Me: Davis, we are going to go take pictures today with Santa! Aren't you excited?&lt;br /&gt;Davis: HO&lt;br /&gt;Me: Remember? You have to be a good boy and Santa will bring you treats and presents for underneath the tree. What are you going to tell him you want?&lt;br /&gt;Davis: CHOOOOOO CHOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, let's practice. Repeat after me. Santa. I want a new choo choo&lt;br /&gt;Davis: (Repeated after every word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get this boy dressed and ready to go today, but something tells me the big jolly, happiest man in the world will bring my sweet boy to tears. Stay tuned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Davis, it's so cold outside today. Want to go to the mall and play for a while on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;Davis: Yes, play!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want to go to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;Davis: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! MALLLLLL PLEEEEEEEEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are so my child. Someday, a lucky girl is going to love that you love the mall. Let's go my little sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;Davis: MAMA! MALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, Okay. We are going. Too bad I wasn't going to get my shop on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation Part 3&lt;br /&gt;Me: Davis, we need to run to Target real quick&lt;br /&gt;Davis: BABANAS!!!!!! BABANAS, MAMA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, baby. We need to go get you more bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Davis: Yay, babanas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqEQRWTzF6g/TtzZq051UPI/AAAAAAAABo4/Bo-pVHqzqG4/s1600/helper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682656159613669618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqEQRWTzF6g/TtzZq051UPI/AAAAAAAABo4/Bo-pVHqzqG4/s400/helper.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis: (looking up at my proudly) I helper, mama. I, helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis is starting to talk more and more, and it has to be the cutest thing ever. I love you, little man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-3235922488163615641?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was stuffed just like the turkey, and needed to be rolled out the door like the pumpkin log. Along with many reasons why I'm thankful this year, I'm am especially thankful just to be together for Thanksgiving. I absolutely love sitting around together playing cards, talking, and simply just being together. Building memories is so important to me, even more so that we all have Davis in our lives. I want him to know the importance of family, and to be thankful that we are all so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take too many pictures this year, but good some pretty (awful) shots that I would love to share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1tO1Qqr2j4/TtOXgpUkfUI/AAAAAAAABnY/c2eLeh1dLEE/s1600/thanksgiving1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 518px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680050142148066626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1tO1Qqr2j4/TtOXgpUkfUI/AAAAAAAABnY/c2eLeh1dLEE/s400/thanksgiving1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me and my lovie. Shortly after this was taken, we were put into a turkey coma, and weren't heard from until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EY97OKzrtQc/TtOX-QIrB3I/AAAAAAAABnk/mhx7prDIY3o/s1600/thanksgiving2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680050650783352690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EY97OKzrtQc/TtOX-QIrB3I/AAAAAAAABnk/mhx7prDIY3o/s400/thanksgiving2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now, the holidays wouldn't be the same without the best pictures taken. Ever. I think I may blow this one up and put it over my fireplace. It's a classic. Speaking of fireplaces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680051393161953138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0toYoOuc4mo/TtOYpdthf3I/AAAAAAAABnw/S3jIvWOWjnU/s400/thanksgiving.JPG" /&gt; Strike a pose, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now for a quick photo story by Davis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-hlGFnCfJ4/TtOZagE0mfI/AAAAAAAABn8/JsR6gkQ7q30/s1600/thanksgiving3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052235610135026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-hlGFnCfJ4/TtOZagE0mfI/AAAAAAAABn8/JsR6gkQ7q30/s400/thanksgiving3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi, I don't know what in the world you put on that plate. It looks very colorful, but do you really expect me to eat it? Come on, lady! Sheesh. I'll just sit here on your lap and look cute. That is my only job, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09wOKXx99R8/TtOZ2oCzUGI/AAAAAAAABoI/Y-aR6lEYAmg/s1600/thanksgiving4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680052718785482850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09wOKXx99R8/TtOZ2oCzUGI/AAAAAAAABoI/Y-aR6lEYAmg/s400/thanksgiving4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it. Wait for it. Gigi, I think you may be on to something here. I do believe my taste buds just got a little excited. Holy jalepeno! That's good stuff! Feed me, Seymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L05QcTE0x08/TtOae8hnnFI/AAAAAAAABoU/bBPC4XQ0F6U/s1600/thanksgiving5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680053411478215762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L05QcTE0x08/TtOae8hnnFI/AAAAAAAABoU/bBPC4XQ0F6U/s400/thanksgiving5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not tease me with tasty morsels right in front of my face. I will eat them, for I am Hoover Baby! No food will go uneaten when I am around. Family, beware! There shall be no Thanksgiving leftovers when I am around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-8954980061233011327?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is not. BUT, if you like what you see enough like I do, then you have to check my friend out. I love, love my amazing friend Danielle, and she has KILLER talent. What am I talking about? The girl decided to pick up a needle and thread one day and it resulted in something HUGE! Miss Wyoming USA 2011 just won the title wearing Danielle's dress. Whew. Talent, people. Talent. I am over the moon excited that my friend is making me a custom dress for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of her custom designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qhvD5FkG80/TskD8L-sElI/AAAAAAAABmw/r6LOIONVPko/s1600/dani6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677073137819980370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qhvD5FkG80/TskD8L-sElI/AAAAAAAABmw/r6LOIONVPko/s400/dani6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLMyeHPKMcY/TskD74VvkkI/AAAAAAAABmo/tik3Ega1_O8/s1600/dani4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677073132547969602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLMyeHPKMcY/TskD74VvkkI/AAAAAAAABmo/tik3Ega1_O8/s400/dani4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxIn2DQBin8/TskEMyfIBUI/AAAAAAAABnM/_7yzAztAW_c/s1600/dani2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677073423034484034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxIn2DQBin8/TskEMyfIBUI/AAAAAAAABnM/_7yzAztAW_c/s400/dani2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd2PpKUYfGQ/TskEMuEykPI/AAAAAAAABnA/neGusw1Y__Q/s1600/dani5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677073421850284274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd2PpKUYfGQ/TskEMuEykPI/AAAAAAAABnA/neGusw1Y__Q/s400/dani5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little ahhhhmazing, right?? If you want a one of a kind, custom made dress, you HAVE to check her out. Trust me when I say that she will not steer you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my dress going to look like? Well, I can't give that away yet. And besides, since I trust her, I pretty much told her just go for it. I looked at pictures and gave her colors I want. Easy peasy. Don't worry. When I get my dress in, I will of course have to post pictures for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkdandychatter.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss137/pinkdandyshop/pinkdandybloghopbutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-5562096138437031996?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope you realize that you have been drunk lately in Okla &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homa&lt;/span&gt;, and not California. I knew that when we moved here, we may experience some Wizard of Oz type weather, along with feeling like I'm in the North Pole, but earthquakes were not in that scenario. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, within the last 3 days, we have experienced 4 earthquakes. One being a 5.6 on the scale, which brings it to the biggest Oklahoma has ever had. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;...yeah. Biggest, ever. Bottle down, lady! Then another last night at a 4.6. I talked with a girlfriend yesterday that lives in California, and she's not even having this much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, what was I doing when I got to experience the big one? It was Saturday night, so what else would I be doing? Plus, it was day light savings...one extra hour! I was out throwing down, of course! Getting my drink on with my girlfriend. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, fine. I was in my sweat pants on the couch, watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. (You know you're getting older when you look forward to more sleep and not more drinking) So, we are sitting there, and the couch is moving. And I don't mean fairly shaking from some bass downstairs, but like I put a quarter in the couch..shaking! We didn't know what to do. Aren't we supposed to stand in a doorway or something? I think I saw that on a movie when I was little. I think that's what we do. Should we google it? Crap! Let's just stare at each other instead. So, that's what we did. We stared at each other, freaking out, until it was over. We would do well together in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt; situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, this being said Mother Nature, please sober up soon. I think everyone here would really, really, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;realllllllllly&lt;/span&gt; appreciate it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, lady. Now you're stirring up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tornadoes&lt;/span&gt; here. Make up your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-6983633739592267577?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you aren't family, then you won't really care to see these. So I won't get offended if you turn around now. Ready? Picture overload ready to commense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boo Haha Parade and Trick or Treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7BP_x8EXOo/TranXYtA1_I/AAAAAAAABis/JFChKn-ykNk/s1600/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671904800929798130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7BP_x8EXOo/TranXYtA1_I/AAAAAAAABis/JFChKn-ykNk/s400/IMG_3506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If this had a thought cloud, I think Davis would be saying, "Mama, why do you have to torture me like this. People are looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671903485885026626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nvBJAdtoQbI/TramK1x6EUI/AAAAAAAABig/_q2LM3W7MTU/s400/IMG_3515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch time with my two favorite guys in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9DofaOM9bo/TralpaYeKTI/AAAAAAAABiI/n-q1Q1Wc3vA/s1600/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671902911594899762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9DofaOM9bo/TralpaYeKTI/AAAAAAAABiI/n-q1Q1Wc3vA/s400/IMG_3514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my monkey riding a pony. And the girl pulling the pony checking out my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time getting all of the ooey, gooey, pumpkin seeds out. Of course Davis tries to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfyL-yzMAZc/Trarv6amzNI/AAAAAAAABjo/RdPe1nmi8kM/s1600/IMG_3563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671909620342770898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfyL-yzMAZc/Trarv6amzNI/AAAAAAAABjo/RdPe1nmi8kM/s400/IMG_3563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And realizes it is pretty disgusting. Ummm....yeah. I tried to warn ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671907384390502914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_U0f4GC25s/Traptw2CygI/AAAAAAAABjU/qgr29kqsQ1s/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he goes in for more. Oh, son, you are stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9W2owbKi3o/TraptZ2Ku6I/AAAAAAAABjE/x9G9buFFVgo/s1600/IMG_3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671907378217008034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9W2owbKi3o/TraptZ2Ku6I/AAAAAAAABjE/x9G9buFFVgo/s400/IMG_3558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in elbow deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE_MDFgibN0/TraptHg8DKI/AAAAAAAABi4/fHtc2D0A1v4/s1600/IMG_3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671907373296127138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE_MDFgibN0/TraptHg8DKI/AAAAAAAABi4/fHtc2D0A1v4/s400/IMG_3549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Patch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxRh2vt4ymU/Trav22J1VlI/AAAAAAAABkk/4ivz6MdjjII/s1600/IMG_3544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914137504274002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxRh2vt4ymU/Trav22J1VlI/AAAAAAAABkk/4ivz6MdjjII/s400/IMG_3544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giddy up, horsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcBGVvq2dTA/Trav2mR0HKI/AAAAAAAABkY/SJ6smPaBUYA/s1600/IMG_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914133242780834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcBGVvq2dTA/Trav2mR0HKI/AAAAAAAABkY/SJ6smPaBUYA/s400/IMG_3535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't have time to crop these, but he rode that little tractor everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCqq8d685To/Trav1i3bv3I/AAAAAAAABkM/fV0Y9ak60bw/s1600/IMG_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914115146956658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCqq8d685To/Trav1i3bv3I/AAAAAAAABkM/fV0Y9ak60bw/s400/IMG_3537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'drove' a tractor just like his Gramps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr_tc1ruMGY/Trav1fgZlUI/AAAAAAAABkA/s6VD7MLvOP0/s1600/IMG_3534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914114245039426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr_tc1ruMGY/Trav1fgZlUI/AAAAAAAABkA/s6VD7MLvOP0/s400/IMG_3534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiiUHeo2xLw/Trav09osrKI/AAAAAAAABj0/8ukqjZFApW8/s1600/IMG_3532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914105153039522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiiUHeo2xLw/Trav09osrKI/AAAAAAAABj0/8ukqjZFApW8/s400/IMG_3532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't quite understand why he couldn't pick them up. 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Did women back then really freakin smile and whistle while they mop puke or pee off the floor? Assuming that is that your child is learning how to potty train. Otherwise, your husband may really need some help with his issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, personally, I do not smile while I'm folding laundry, unless that is, I'm watching Ellen. I do not daydream while I'm bleaching the baseboards of the house. I would prefer to sprinkle some cocoa on them and go point it out to my dog. A little dust won't hurt him right? I mean, he does lick his own...foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are a few tips and tricks of being the most amazing housewife, ever? Well, let me share a few secrets with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We all get so tired of cleaning the house. It becomes a little monotonous. Or exhausting, especially right after you have a baby. There are those days when you have to decide whether or not you are going to take a shower, or do a little cleaning. Please. Take a shower. Just secretly hire a (cheap) maid. Your husband will come home and over and over say how the house has never looked so nice. You reassure him and tell him that you are indeed Wonder Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Write out a menu list for the entire week. This saves some of what sanity you have left, along with money. Plus, you won't be staring at your fridge every day wondering what in the world you are going to whip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xXlUKdRasc/TqqrOtulNNI/AAAAAAAABg8/EzaYzkyCCWI/s1600/menu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531350280680658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xXlUKdRasc/TqqrOtulNNI/AAAAAAAABg8/EzaYzkyCCWI/s400/menu.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may even get lucky, and your child will help you write and decorate on the board. Have fun trying to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When a light-bulb needs changing, don’t bother with a ladder, instead, balance precariously on a swivel office chair, for a much more exciting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't feel like getting dressed one day? Try and refrain from wearing pajamas to the grocery store. You really look like you may be panhandling, and it's just not a cute look. Instead, go for gym clothes. Much more appropriate. Just the other day I was running errands and someone asked if I had a good workout. HUH?? Ahh, yes. I did. Awesome workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When getting ready to go out on date night, avoid wearing your clothes until the last minute if at all possible. Your child will be eating spaghetti that night and manage to ruin your new dress. Cover up and put a rain coat or robe on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So the leaves need to be raked in the backyard and your family has a million things on the to-do list. AKA-you're not doing it because outside is not part of the deal. Again, you call someone only to have to laugh at you because all you need is the leaves raked. Needless to say, again, it's cheap. Just be sure to remove all evidence from the curb before husband gets home. That was a dead giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Use wipes for everything. The cleaning geniuses were nice enough to make products to clean faster. Windex is in wipes. Pledge is in wipes. Clorox is in wipes. Wipe away the grime, my friends. It's so much quicker! Plus, you can get your children to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope some of these useful, and not so useful tips were helpful. Now, go out and conquer the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6504265260384422712-7757068153856414095?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But first of all, look how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute that shirt is?! Oh my goodness, I would probably buy more if they had different colors. He would be baby ready for the office every day. KIDDING! He knew we were getting ready for his second day of school, and was overly excited. Whew! He loves it there, too. Makes it a little easy on Mama! That smile of his gets me every time. Beyond precious. But I'm his mom, so of course I'm going to think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itT9ugbeZlE/TqlT_pgAIMI/AAAAAAAABgk/LpdbcF7wSyY/s1600/school%2Bproject.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668153958959423682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itT9ugbeZlE/TqlT_pgAIMI/AAAAAAAABgk/LpdbcF7wSyY/s400/school%2Bproject.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was their Halloween party at school and look what they made! Davis' teacher has got to be related to Super Woman, because I have no idea how she was able to do all of the kid's hands and feet. Let alone make them look so cute! Wow! Impressive, much? It was even filled with a new Halloween coloring book and all kinds of goodies. This school of his is winning me over more and more each day. Okay, so it's only been two days, but who's keeping track. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really looking forward to using this for our first trick or treating this year (he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; sick last year!!) and eating all of Davis' candy. I mean, seeing what all stuff he gets! He is going to be the most precious little sock monkey, ever. He can thank me later. There will be many pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have any traditions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&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/6504265260384422712-7672930749551443589?l=lildavismichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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