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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:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 14:42:05 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Beautiful Meantime</title><description>the laughing and crying and cooking and cleaning and learning and failing and praying and risking...until Christ comes</description><link>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PleasantPlaces" /><feedburner:info uri="pleasantplaces" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>PleasantPlaces</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-1771620569337410072</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-30T12:42:07.130-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Love Affair with Teen Fiction Continues</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JUl9ByVqlQ/Tyb7K7Meb7I/AAAAAAAADEA/dIkkJ4cu8-4/s1600/HG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JUl9ByVqlQ/Tyb7K7Meb7I/AAAAAAAADEA/dIkkJ4cu8-4/s320/HG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703522143218593714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First it was Harry Potter. Then The Twilight Saga. And yes, now I am not ashamed to say that I have followed the herd straight into the Hunger Games.  I. LOVE. IT.  I just finished book 1 yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty busy weekend. Prepared for a baby shower Friday. Gave a baby shower Saturday and went out with friends that night. Woke up and went to church on Sunday, followed by a C3 luncheon. By the time I got home Sunday afternoon, I was a bit cranky and a lot a bit tired. Without really thinking, I grabbed my book that I was about 170 pages into...and then, well took most of the evening and knocked that baby out. OMG! I could not put it down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't seen much about the movie. Just the trailer where all you see is someone running through the woods...you don't even really see her face.  Well, I just watched the real trailer...where you see Katniss, Gale, Prim, Peeta and it builds and builds until right when the games begin.  GASP!  Amazing!  I started tearing up cause the excitement is just so overwhelming. Is anyone with me on this, or is this just me? Cause if it's just me, I am TOTALLY kidding.  I hate the book really. If it's not just me then I am TOTALLY serious.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am anxiously waiting to start the next one, but I really need to do some adoption reading first. Casey will be out of town some this week...never a bad time to start a new book. ;) I do have a little premature anxiety that the series is only a trilogy, however.  That means I only have 2 more books (that I will, no doubt fly through) with my new friends from Panem.  I'm not alone here too, am I? Right, there's others out there preparing themselves for the I-don't-want-my-book-to-be-over grieving process? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh:::: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. I'm a nerd. There's no escaping it.  I'll probably go to the movie with my hair braided down my back, smeared with mud, dressed in my tunic with my bow and arrow...like the crazies with the Lord of the Rings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, just wanted to connect with my bloggin' buddies a bit.  Also...I've gotten a few questions regarding homeschool and Classical Conversations, specifically. So I'm gonna do a post about our journey with all of that ASAP. Try to this week while the hubs is gone. I will probably have to write that before I start Catching Fire or it's likely that that post will go unwritten. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At This Rate I'll Be Reading Board Books By 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-1771620569337410072?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/yp9Mvjll0Y0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/yp9Mvjll0Y0/my-love-affair-with-teen-fiction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JUl9ByVqlQ/Tyb7K7Meb7I/AAAAAAAADEA/dIkkJ4cu8-4/s72-c/HG.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-love-affair-with-teen-fiction.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-6339650444175656784</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T20:35:21.894-08:00</atom:updated><title>I Forgot To Do This In August...First Day of School Pics</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Day of School - 2009 (3 Years Old):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/TH3BzfUsnUI/AAAAAAAACaA/KZAb802ff3A/s1600/100_2041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/TH3BzfUsnUI/AAAAAAAACaA/KZAb802ff3A/s320/100_2041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511774609297153346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Day of School - 2010 (4 Years Old):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/TH3BzNu2EkI/AAAAAAAACZ4/AuF_w0_iTok/s1600/100_3061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/TH3BzNu2EkI/AAAAAAAACZ4/AuF_w0_iTok/s320/100_3061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511774604574986818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day of School - 2011 (5 Years Old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0jtn1JBVtY/Tw-xowESVCI/AAAAAAAADDE/SWKrjiZmB2o/s1600/100_4526.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/-R0jtn1JBVtY/Tw-xowESVCI/AAAAAAAADDE/SWKrjiZmB2o/s400/100_4526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696967367302730786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B's first day of CC. (Classical Conversations is our homeschool group. We do school together every Tuesday.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXd20QWswRc/Tw-xoyPubdI/AAAAAAAADC4/hOm1hZrU_0A/s1600/100_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXd20QWswRc/Tw-xoyPubdI/AAAAAAAADC4/hOm1hZrU_0A/s400/100_4525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696967367887580626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, we're about to leave for school.  I got to be in the-first-day-of-school-picture too cause, well, I go to school right along with her.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look how fast she's growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G'Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-6339650444175656784?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/idAdoj_M9qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/idAdoj_M9qo/because-i-forgot-to-do-this-in-august.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/TH3BzfUsnUI/AAAAAAAACaA/KZAb802ff3A/s72-c/100_2041.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2012/01/because-i-forgot-to-do-this-in-august.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-1789095595209921875</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T19:34:32.579-08:00</atom:updated><title>2011 Book List</title><description>Well, I didn't get to do as much reading as I would have liked, but what do ya do?&lt;div&gt;Here's what I managed to finish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* Praise Her in the Gates - Nancy Wilson (favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Fruit of Her Hands - Nancy Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sons and Lovers - D.H. Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;* The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* The Praying Life - Paul Miller (the other favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Because He Loves Me - Elyse Fitzpatrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Real Life Discipleship - Jim Putman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-1789095595209921875?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/OKlKRLZLS2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/OKlKRLZLS2U/2011-book-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-book-list.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-2730087276728844637</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T15:15:44.378-08:00</atom:updated><title>Some Quick Casita Pics</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA95or9h5vc/TwI4hgKmVNI/AAAAAAAADB4/Cyrmy1EmL1o/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA95or9h5vc/TwI4hgKmVNI/AAAAAAAADB4/Cyrmy1EmL1o/s400/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693175027170956498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite room...the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLfXxvpx9Qw/TwI4hYycyVI/AAAAAAAADBw/cnbZKTt1l3k/s1600/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLfXxvpx9Qw/TwI4hYycyVI/AAAAAAAADBw/cnbZKTt1l3k/s400/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693175025190619474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living Room. Not completely finished but, we're getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oi5sDAOCsw/TwI4g_xaK1I/AAAAAAAADBk/c45tfIXUdzA/s1600/photo.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/-5oi5sDAOCsw/TwI4g_xaK1I/AAAAAAAADBk/c45tfIXUdzA/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693175018475367250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The floating shelves were my Christmas present. I love them! Especially my little work nook. Can't wait to finish working on this space. For starters, I'm about to paint the "C" a pretty aqua/robin's egg blue color. I'll keep ya posted on our projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H77Pl2MOjNQ/TwI4gz4_EvI/AAAAAAAADBY/8LJYJEwFf9I/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H77Pl2MOjNQ/TwI4gz4_EvI/AAAAAAAADBY/8LJYJEwFf9I/s400/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693175015285920498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pics to come as we get rooms looking more like rooms...and not big blank spaces. But it's gonna take a little time. And money. You know how it is. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-2730087276728844637?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/nRdQVjDoeCs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/nRdQVjDoeCs/some-quick-casita-pics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA95or9h5vc/TwI4hgKmVNI/AAAAAAAADB4/Cyrmy1EmL1o/s72-c/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-quick-casita-pics.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-2732753046876687855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T13:50:28.850-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Life is Significantly Different Since the Last Time I Posted</title><description>Well, it's December 31st...last day of 2011...so, I though I'd get one last post in before 2012, because well, A LOT has happened here at the end of the year.  Why have I not posted before now?...I've been an absolute crazy woman from October to December 25th, during which I had not a single clear thought and any spare time (there wasn't any, but if there was...) I spent it breathing into a paper sack.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a quickish summary of what we've been up to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime in September we turned in our initial paper work to New Life Adoption Agency to begin the process of adoption.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime in October we turned in our official application to New Life which included medical history, statement of faith, how we became Christians, why we want to adopt and lots of other essays and papers to fill out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had to wait over a month to hear if we were accepted as New Life family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend before Thanksgiving we moved into our house! I had forgotten how much I LOVE LIVING IN A HOUSE!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home Sweet Home...my little casita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTkjKbh4DNg/Tv9_VggRqsI/AAAAAAAADBM/ACkRE_cVaZM/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTkjKbh4DNg/Tv9_VggRqsI/AAAAAAAADBM/ACkRE_cVaZM/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692408461498886850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll post some more pictures tomorrow.  The outside looks a little different from when I took this picture and I'll take some pictures of the inside, but I have to clean first! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so at this point, we were getting moved in, finally feeling at home, but I couldn't relax too much cause Christmas was right around the corner and I hadn't begun any of my shopping or decorating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as the stockings were being hung, we got an email from New Life saying that we had been accepted as a New Life family but we needed to come in for an initial meeting after the New Year to make sure we were all on the same page regarding open adoption.  (New Life requires that the families commit to maintain communication with the birth mom with pictures and letters.) Well, as you can imagine, we were tickled to pieces to be that much closer to adopting, and taking the next step in January sounded perfect, because, as I said, Christmas was pounding on my wreathless front door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week later, we got a call from one of the ladies at New Life.  She wanted to go ahead and meet with us before the New Year.  Well, of course we would meet!...it would be nice to meet face-to-face finally and talk about what January would look like.  So we went to the meeting.  We confirmed our desire to have an open adoption and everything was going great.  And then...just as I was about to wish her a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, she explained to us that she wanted us to get all of our home study completed in December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I quit choking, I blinked away my panicked eyes, smiled and said, "Um...Of Course! So you think maybe, that week after Christmas?" &lt;i&gt;Surely she means the week after Christmas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, no,"she says, "I can't that week. How about the week before?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time the panic could not be blinked away, and it's possible a mild swear fell out of my mouth, but because we are anxious to adopt our sweet baby and because we don't really know who we are unless things are completely insane, we agreed to complete all of our paperwork, inspections, photographs, video and home visit the Thursday before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...two weeks before Christmas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we had to finish MOVING IN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- get ready for Christmas and Christmas events that I had already planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and complete a 26 item checklist of things to do before our home study on the 22nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short (too late)...we did it! I mean...there were lots of tears, some spells with irritable bowel syndrom, and I consumed about 15 gallons of Starbucks Iced Black tea, but we did it! We got the house ready, the nursery (sort of) set up, Christmas presents under the tree, dinner parties hosted and attended and every item on our adoption checklist done...minus our infant CPR and reading requirements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished our home study Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a Christmas Eve Eve Service on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sugar Land to be with my family on Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent Christmas Day with Casey's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been pretty much a recluse ever since.  Seriously. I've slept a lot. Cleaned a lot. Cooked a lot (which didn't really happen the other 3 weeks of December). Played Wii a lot. Vegged a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, how I needed it. In fact, we may make that a Cease family tradition...to spend the week between Christmas and New Years at home...resting and recovering and rejuvenating, preparing for the next year.  Now, I feel ready for 2012 and the idea of going out into the world and seeing other people doesn't make me want to cry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, friends.  We moved from our apartment to our beautiful new house and we could be adopting any time now. Or it could be a year from now. Who knows? We're back to waiting.  But, I will say, even though those two weeks were some of the craziest weeks of my life, I am so thankful that the Lord has moved us through the process so quickly. Our part is (mostly) done. Now it's just up to Him to bring our profile to the the right birth mom. Then this family of three will finally be four! I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And by everyone I mean, mom...since you're probably the only one still checking my blog. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-2732753046876687855?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/NV9L7gZvO4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/NV9L7gZvO4Y/my-life-is-significantly-different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTkjKbh4DNg/Tv9_VggRqsI/AAAAAAAADBM/ACkRE_cVaZM/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-life-is-significantly-different.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-6066293724947287144</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-29T13:37:06.188-07:00</atom:updated><title>Braelyn is Blogging Again!</title><description>I have much to report on regarding our new adventures in homeschooling. Unfortunately, today is not the day for that. BUT! I do want to send you over to &lt;a href="http://braelynnicole.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Braelyn's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! It's been quite a while since she has posted, but hopefully you'll start to see her work a little more regularly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last three weeks we have been reading teddy bear stories in our read-aloud time, and to close out the unit Braelyn has written a delightful teddy bear story of her own. She has also picked out 3 of her favorite titles from the teddy bear books that we read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! And...I'm sure she'd appreciate your feedback. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://braelynnicole.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;braelynnicole.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-6066293724947287144?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/ORXsm7Po19U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/ORXsm7Po19U/braelyn-is-blogging-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/09/braelyn-is-blogging-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-466359588802613525</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-23T09:45:08.790-07:00</atom:updated><title>Meet Amelia</title><description>Allow me to explain our dog situation. When we moved out of our house in Brenham, we felt it necessary to find a new home for our pug, Tucker. We were moving to an apartment and our lives were just so crazy we didn't think that having a dog in the mix was the best idea. So we did. We found a lovely new home for Tuck. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Braelyn was a bit heartbroken over this, and from the day we moved into our apartment in the Woodlands, she asked us for a dog everyday. Literally everyday. I'm not kidding. Despite the desperation on her face, Casey and I, being hard as nails refused her request time and again. Okay...we refused her request...until we moved into a house. :| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey and I were committed to keeping our promise to her, but not-so-secretly we found being petless rather freeing and enjoyable. But, my sweet girl has no siblings and she talked of her future dog everyday, so there was no going back on our promise?! It was imminent...a dog was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I haven't mentioned this yet, but we are building a house! Yes, some preliminary papers have been signed and we have picked out cabinets and countertops and tiles and all those fun things and soon we will be happy homeowners once more. (More on this later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the craziest thing...heh...Well, the Monday after we got back from New York, Casey checked his Facebook wall or board or whatever it is and saw that some friends of ours in Sugar Land had just rescued a little puppy from a storm drain. They were not able to keep the dog, but wanted to find a good home for it. Casey, obviously against his better judgement showed the picture of the puppy to Braelyn, and to me. This was a mistake...because we still had 6 months to go in the apartment, and everyone knows that once you look at a dog picture, especially a dog rescued from great peril...you're done for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough, because we are dumb and don't know good sense if it hit us in the face, we drove down to Sugar Land and picked up Amelia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wook at that wittle girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goUIxuyXYqg/TnywgzLO2rI/AAAAAAAADAs/qbjWU30dBTE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goUIxuyXYqg/TnywgzLO2rI/AAAAAAAADAs/qbjWU30dBTE/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655589309610121906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very happy day for Braelyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aa5yhrf0_pU/TnywgqEHlyI/AAAAAAAADAk/JP_WSJAAA00/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aa5yhrf0_pU/TnywgqEHlyI/AAAAAAAADAk/JP_WSJAAA00/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655589307164366626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's cruisin' Amelia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What? I'm comfortable!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Obkc7SoAU/TnyvjzZ9ExI/AAAAAAAADAc/peOHSaQDVTE/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Obkc7SoAU/TnyvjzZ9ExI/AAAAAAAADAc/peOHSaQDVTE/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655588261699851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweet, snuggling Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9rwmSuUYLk/TnyvjhnfdLI/AAAAAAAADAU/WJ-f453Q4rQ/s1600/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9rwmSuUYLk/TnyvjhnfdLI/AAAAAAAADAU/WJ-f453Q4rQ/s320/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655588256924791986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stretching Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A proper stretch goes from your tail to your tongue!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MrfBI9mfwA/TnyvjVv2ThI/AAAAAAAADAM/r9TpGNAh0X4/s1600/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MrfBI9mfwA/TnyvjVv2ThI/AAAAAAAADAM/r9TpGNAh0X4/s320/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655588253738618386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;upside down Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aezy34LDV34/TnyvjBppDgI/AAAAAAAADAE/i5iMcxPvy4E/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aezy34LDV34/TnyvjBppDgI/AAAAAAAADAE/i5iMcxPvy4E/s320/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655588248343875074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in bed Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-at6pi9yezWU/Tnyvi8n8wfI/AAAAAAAAC_8/hdOapqJvCsI/s1600/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-at6pi9yezWU/Tnyvi8n8wfI/AAAAAAAAC_8/hdOapqJvCsI/s320/photo%2B%25288%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655588246994600434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(No, she doesn't sleep in our bed, but every night she curls up with me for a few minutes before lights out. We love it!...Amelia and I do. Not sure how Casey feels about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good girl Amelia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dGdO4vZ5BY/TnyybaWi8PI/AAAAAAAADA0/IWn6sgOAwFs/s1600/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dGdO4vZ5BY/TnyybaWi8PI/AAAAAAAADA0/IWn6sgOAwFs/s320/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655591416070598898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not gonna lie. I'm a bit head over heals for this little lady, who is a chihuahua-miniature pincher mix...a "chipin," if you will. Yes, so I used to kinda roll my eyes at people who were so crazy about their dogs and had clothes for them and strollers and took them everywhere. Well, I'm rolling my eyes at my own self lately! I can't help it! Wook at her ears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-466359588802613525?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/K8oTJ-u6soQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/K8oTJ-u6soQ/meet-amelia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goUIxuyXYqg/TnywgzLO2rI/AAAAAAAADAs/qbjWU30dBTE/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/09/meet-amelia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-4501562088809316005</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2011 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T21:44:40.957-07:00</atom:updated><title>New York: Days 3 &amp; 4</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3: The day I nearly pushed my family to the breaking point. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Statue of Liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before Casey and I went to bed on day 2, we very wisely bought our Liberty Island tickets online. When we got there, we walked passed hundreds of people to get on the ferry. It was a victorious moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are on Liberty Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsUP0XBnW2I/TnkLL2XE4OI/AAAAAAAAC_M/c-wT3KJv5RQ/s1600/100_4450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsUP0XBnW2I/TnkLL2XE4OI/AAAAAAAAC_M/c-wT3KJv5RQ/s320/100_4450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654563105339138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there she is! Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUNgqAjMJ60/TnkTnyV42bI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ruqqMYwdQrk/s1600/100_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUNgqAjMJ60/TnkTnyV42bI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ruqqMYwdQrk/s320/100_4446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654572381389773234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very sunny.  I'm not sure if the hubs meant to stick his pinkie out like that, but that's all I can see in this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8hzWx37jN8/TnkLLm1lkTI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Xj9BJB8eySY/s1600/100_4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8hzWx37jN8/TnkLLm1lkTI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Xj9BJB8eySY/s320/100_4453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654563101172142386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we spent a little time with Lady Liberty, we decided to get back on the ferry, pass by Ellis Island and head to lunch, as we were getting quite hungry. Now, while the handy online tickets were brilliant in getting ON Liberty Island they proved to be of no value WHATSOEVER in getting OFF Liberty Island. We waited in line for well over an hour, in the sun, herded in like cattle before boarding the ferry back to Battery Park. It. was. brutal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Brooklyn Excursion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we were back in Manhattan, we were a little grumpy and a lot hungry. We grabbed a Starbucks (the daily venti black tea) for the train and headed to Brooklyn to try a little restaurant that my dad just raves about, Pete's Downtown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, after about 45 minutes of jumping from one wrong train to the next and a bit of a walk after the right train, we made it to Pete's. Thankfully, I mean really...Thank the Lord!...it was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meatball sliders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbWNNFw4B8E/TnkLLQ7j9MI/AAAAAAAAC-8/vu6FaR2Ho1k/s1600/100_4464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbWNNFw4B8E/TnkLLQ7j9MI/AAAAAAAAC-8/vu6FaR2Ho1k/s320/100_4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654563095291622594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, we had to grab some ice cream from the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory right on the waterfront with a perfect view of the Brooklyn Bridge. It turned out to be such a lovely excursion.  All grumpiness was lost in gluttonous amounts of heavy Italian food and coffee ice cream.  Which was good, cause there was still much more on the agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzyMb-qo1c/TnkLLCDRvbI/AAAAAAAAC-0/9WtaAKjbO2A/s1600/100_4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzyMb-qo1c/TnkLLCDRvbI/AAAAAAAAC-0/9WtaAKjbO2A/s320/100_4480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654563091297451442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Empire State Building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time we got back into Manhattan, it was early evening and the plan was to go to the Empire State Building. Now, I thought I was being kind of clever...to go to the top at night...surely the heavy tourist hours are during the day, right?  So we take a nice little walk from our hotel to the Empire State Building, but not without a brief stop into Macy's and H&amp;amp;M. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we get to the ESB there is a CA-RAZY line out the door. Apparently, I'm not as clever as I thought. Casey immediately wants to pull the plug on the ESB. But me, being the Go-Big-or-Go-Home traveller that I am, thought the line was moving pretty fast and surely it wouldn't be &lt;i&gt;that bad&lt;/i&gt;. So we get in line. We get inside and I think, "Man, we are gonna be up there in no time! Good thing we didn't abort the mission!" Then we get to the first snake-line room...a giant room with a snake-line from end to end. At this point, I know my family's tired, so I give in and offer to abandon the ESB adventure. But Braelyn wanted to go to the top and and so did I, so we decided we were in it for the long haul. No turning back. Casey was less than enthusiastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 or 6 or 20 HUGE snake-line rooms, 2 hours and 1 unhappy husband later, we made it to the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Braelyn. Happy Steph. Casey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFXBZ7N4l6E/TnkLK5Xab3I/AAAAAAAAC-s/oOy5OVktyZw/s1600/100_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFXBZ7N4l6E/TnkLK5Xab3I/AAAAAAAAC-s/oOy5OVktyZw/s320/100_4490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654563088965988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was awesome to be up there, for sure. But it was nothing like the movies. Even if Debra Kerr had made it to the top of the ESB to meet Cary Grant, she never would have found him in that crazy crowd anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end...I'm glad we did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of that was Day 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(In case you were wondering about how Braelyn fared through all of that...she was as delightful as ever! I couldn't believe what a trooper she was!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 4: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A much lighter day by far, as was the plan. This day we took leisurely walks around the quainter, less touristy parts of Manhattan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The West Village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, let me just say, the whole area is so charming. Would love to go back and just spend a few days strolling around the West Village. One little treasure I found here, and one of my favorite spots from the whole trip was &lt;a href="http://http//www.ilovebuvette.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Buvette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My oh my! The loveliest little French cafe! (Go to the website...&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ilovebuvette.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ilovebuvette.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my pictures do not begin to show how wonderful this place is!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syuUdQey4Ns/TnlbA9l47hI/AAAAAAAAC_0/gmdcsPq3X_Q/s1600/100_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syuUdQey4Ns/TnlbA9l47hI/AAAAAAAAC_0/gmdcsPq3X_Q/s320/100_4509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654650879231979026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Notice the uh, VBT? Venti Black Tea? How do you think I kept up the energy to be the travel nazi that I was? The VBT!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Crepes! And, btw...that little water glass is called a buvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daZy6D9ygoo/TnlbAe8G3RI/AAAAAAAAC_s/2sdajz2c2o0/s1600/100_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-daZy6D9ygoo/TnlbAe8G3RI/AAAAAAAAC_s/2sdajz2c2o0/s320/100_4500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654650871003667730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;French baguette with olive oil, fresh mozzarella, sun-dried tomatoes, capers, arugula! This is the food I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvyrzTipIoc/TnlbACrJnjI/AAAAAAAAC_k/ELjvRl8aR44/s1600/100_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvyrzTipIoc/TnlbACrJnjI/AAAAAAAAC_k/ELjvRl8aR44/s320/100_4502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654650863416352306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The East Village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a leisurely afternoon in the West Village we took a cab to the East Village to the legendary McSorely's...the oldest pub in NY. It was a pretty great place I have to say, albeit a far leap from Buvette's. It's community seating and things are about as simple as you can get at McSorely's. A 3 item chalkboard menu, a 2 item drink menu and there's no bill...the server just tells you what you owe and you're expected to hand over the money when he gets back. ;) It's full of character, that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ic3Cc3qaI/Tnla_0knJhI/AAAAAAAAC_c/7lMLAOH14ig/s1600/100_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ic3Cc3qaI/Tnla_0knJhI/AAAAAAAAC_c/7lMLAOH14ig/s320/100_4515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654650859630831122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting My Relations ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That evening we took the train to northern Manhattan to see my cousin Mollie and her sweet kiddos, Parker and Lizzie.  We saw their gorgeous apartment and enjoyed a delicious picnic dinner looking out over the Hudson River. A perfect way to end the tip. But I didn't take any pictures of that...cause I'm an idiot. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I just have to tell you that this trip was a gift to us from my mom and dad, who overwhelm me time and again with their kindness and generosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much, Mom and Dad! We made wonderful memories here. We will remember our trip as a sweet and precious time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-4501562088809316005?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/5YeOaUalqz0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/5YeOaUalqz0/new-york-days-3-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsUP0XBnW2I/TnkLL2XE4OI/AAAAAAAAC_M/c-wT3KJv5RQ/s72-c/100_4450.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-york-days-3-4.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-8660090294959992753</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-03T22:21:28.195-07:00</atom:updated><title>New York: Days 1 &amp; 2</title><description>So...We went to New York! About a month ago! CRAZY!&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BTW...I fear that my blog time has gone from scarce to non-existant. But I just can't quit you...! So I'll try to cram some posts in where I can. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's The Ceases in New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast of Champions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PG7B7nh2B9k/TkpYDvlhgnI/AAAAAAAAC90/ADwXgm78MPI/s1600/100_4297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PG7B7nh2B9k/TkpYDvlhgnI/AAAAAAAAC90/ADwXgm78MPI/s320/100_4297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641418304571671154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Central Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braelyn on the Carousel that she didn't particularly love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is also holding my Venti Black Iced Tea. Got one of those babies every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not have been the vacation slave-driver that I was without them! Thank you, Starbucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--H6N_K8okHI/TkpYDmKy-KI/AAAAAAAAC9s/3MZrPfv5z0Q/s1600/100_4300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--H6N_K8okHI/TkpYDmKy-KI/AAAAAAAAC9s/3MZrPfv5z0Q/s320/100_4300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641418302043650210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potential Christmas card photo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7O7JpKC1U8/TkpYDdFjvbI/AAAAAAAAC9k/1OK8wKfvO9o/s1600/100_4314.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7O7JpKC1U8/TkpYDdFjvbI/AAAAAAAAC9k/1OK8wKfvO9o/s320/100_4314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641418299605761458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or this one perhaps? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We figured out that if we let Braelyn take pictures we could get her to walk longer without complaining. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edPqtapvCoc/TkpXjOA-dMI/AAAAAAAAC9c/r_klbxxEyrw/s1600/100_4327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edPqtapvCoc/TkpXjOA-dMI/AAAAAAAAC9c/r_klbxxEyrw/s320/100_4327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641417745804195010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgAN_cX8zUI/TkpXi0X0mAI/AAAAAAAAC9U/rMORpRZ-fBo/s1600/100_4328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgAN_cX8zUI/TkpXi0X0mAI/AAAAAAAAC9U/rMORpRZ-fBo/s320/100_4328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641417738920695810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The American Museum of Natural Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest this wasn't our favorite stop. My family was just too worn out to fully appreciate it, I guess. Braelyn's favorite part was the little discovery room for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's digging for fossils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U-w5pnjbNo/TkpXioYKCJI/AAAAAAAAC9M/873qVQU81zA/s1600/100_4365.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U-w5pnjbNo/TkpXioYKCJI/AAAAAAAAC9M/873qVQU81zA/s320/100_4365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641417735700875410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alice's Tea Cup for dinner. One of my favorite eateries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuM6FLwij4o/TkpXiQmchUI/AAAAAAAAC9E/IfvSFMmLV0E/s1600/100_4383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuM6FLwij4o/TkpXiQmchUI/AAAAAAAAC9E/IfvSFMmLV0E/s320/100_4383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641417729318356290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They gave Braelyn fairy dust and fairy wings when we got there (which there aren't actually any fairies in Alice in Wonderland, but whatever, Braelyn loved it) and we had a proper pot of tea before dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3bELBjXgYM/TkpXiIdH72I/AAAAAAAAC88/iCapYDd8LDE/s1600/100_4368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3bELBjXgYM/TkpXiIdH72I/AAAAAAAAC88/iCapYDd8LDE/s320/100_4368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641417727131774818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lovely, breezy breakfast on the patio at Juniors. But we are right across from our hotel, not in Brooklyn.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5lJ0EoZ-5I/TmL1MAJxrEI/AAAAAAAAC-k/cS3u4skX3-Y/s1600/100_4387.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5lJ0EoZ-5I/TmL1MAJxrEI/AAAAAAAAC-k/cS3u4skX3-Y/s320/100_4387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648346469224262722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydYtn_BDWH0/TmL1AxYYcdI/AAAAAAAAC-c/tNI3Y-KihMA/s1600/100_4394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydYtn_BDWH0/TmL1AxYYcdI/AAAAAAAAC-c/tNI3Y-KihMA/s320/100_4394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648346276280431058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying some chocolates and frozen hot chocolate from Jacque Torres in the 30 Rock underground shopping area. Delish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydtmO55Oa_k/TmL1Arse9-I/AAAAAAAAC-U/GKysCIZkXAs/s1600/100_4407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydtmO55Oa_k/TmL1Arse9-I/AAAAAAAAC-U/GKysCIZkXAs/s320/100_4407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648346274754131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Metropolitan Museum of Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite places by far, but IT IS SO BIG! We were there for several hours and probably saw 30% of the museum. I HAVE to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got into a bit of trouble for taking this picture. Forgot my flash was on. Oops! (But also worth it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ONM09cznVs/TmL1Arm5X0I/AAAAAAAAC-M/qCHpYitoi1I/s1600/100_4413.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ONM09cznVs/TmL1Arm5X0I/AAAAAAAAC-M/qCHpYitoi1I/s320/100_4413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648346274730696514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-Theater Dinner at The Pig N' Whistle Irish Pub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pahHm4DKAPk/TmL1ACzqSxI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ZOdZ35ctPYg/s1600/100_4418.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pahHm4DKAPk/TmL1ACzqSxI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ZOdZ35ctPYg/s320/100_4418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648346263778380562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And walking to the New Amsterdam Theater to see &lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;. In the rain. With our umbrellas. So fitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KCuyEzBISw/TmL1AC1XJkI/AAAAAAAAC98/7C00Mym-AT4/s1600/100_4425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KCuyEzBISw/TmL1AC1XJkI/AAAAAAAAC98/7C00Mym-AT4/s320/100_4425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648346263785514562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braelyn LOVED &lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;! She got upset when she realized it was over. But daddy made her feel better with a mini Mary Poppins carpet bag. ;) But I think it's faulty, 'cause my floor lamp DOES NOT fit in there. I've tried so many times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, we had such a good time! We're still singing show tunes a month later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(NYC Days 3 &amp;amp; 4 coming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, who knows when they'll be coming! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-8660090294959992753?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/YgYfs16TPgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/YgYfs16TPgo/new-york-days-1-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PG7B7nh2B9k/TkpYDvlhgnI/AAAAAAAAC90/ADwXgm78MPI/s72-c/100_4297.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-york-days-1-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-2439477094149328382</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-13T12:36:07.933-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Huge-ish Life Decision</title><description>The last week of July there was a lot to do. Casey was preaching at a camp at HBU. I was trying to catch up on chores and such since we had been away at camp for several weeks. I had get us ready for New York, try to visit the Hubs a little bit in Houston, see some friends that I'd been missing, AND see a friend and her new baby boy in the hospital. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in the midst if all of this, Casey and I were having some serious conversations about Braelyn's school. We really loved the school she was at last year and had enrolled her for her Kindergarten year. But we started to question our decision, mostly due to finances. See, there are a few really important things that we are trying to save for. A house being one of them. And we just got to thinking that we couldn't save the money we want to save AND send Braelyn to this school. We went around and around, weighing our options (not arguing, just thinking things through ;). Thursday afternoon (this was July 28th), Casey was at HBU and I was driving back from seeing my friend at the hospital. I called Casey and the school conversation came up. With tuition being due &lt;i&gt;on Monday&lt;/i&gt;, and leaving for New York &lt;i&gt;on Monday&lt;/i&gt;...we had to make a decision. When we hung up...my life was on a whole new path. The homeschool path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if God doesn't have a sense of humor, I don't know who does. It just so happened that the very next day a two-day homeschool conference was being held in The Woodlands.  So I made a few phone calls (to prepare myself for the onslaught of information that was sure to assalt me upon my arrival, of course), I made a strict vow not to cry, and I went to bed early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I had spent a long time in the Classical Conversations booth. I had been familiar with the classical education approach for a while and it appealed to me very much, but I did worry that maybe I liked it more for myself as the teacher than I did for Braelyn as the student. But, I went to several sessions about CC and went home that night and did a little research. I went to the CC website to look for the groups in my area (the CC group meets once a week, plus field trips and such) and my eyeballs nearly fell out of my face because leading one of the groups was my good friend Melanie B. I clicked her name and began typing away an email explaining our crazy situation. Being the sweetheart that she is, she met me at the conference the next day and we talked for several hours about the program and homeschool in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;In a nutshell, I went Friday morning with virtually no idea what I was going to do as far as philosophy, curriculum, HS group, nothing. And by Saturday afternoon I had a plan, a curriculum, a group and a certainty that the Lord had orchestrated it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...there it is. In a matter of about 3 days we became a homeschool family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a loose outline of my HS plan on Saturday and then put the whole issue (and all of our other life issues, quite frankly) on a shelf in my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to church on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packed suitcases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And left for New York on Monday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never in my life been so ready for a vacation. EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-2439477094149328382?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/afDTHqunIXo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/afDTHqunIXo/huge-ish-life-decision.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/08/huge-ish-life-decision.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-7905620766890904915</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T21:07:25.530-07:00</atom:updated><title>1000 More Pictures from June &amp; July</title><description>Okay, so I'm about 10 blog posts behind so this is gonna be quick. Let's do this!&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Event #4: Vail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 21-23 Casey and I went to Vail for the Acts29 Pastors Retreat. It was gorgeous there and of course, the retreat sessions were very encouraging, but really the best part was our time with the Hydes. It was so great to just relax, eat delicious food, have meaningful conversations, have &lt;i&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/i&gt; meaningful conversations, go hot tubbin', snack on gummy cokes and enjoy that perfect Colorado weather with dear friends. A definite summer highlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Hyde and myself...IN SWEATERS in LATE JUNE! (although mine is doing something weird, not sure what's happening there.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ3lyOyVPrk/TkND0PPBEFI/AAAAAAAAC70/eChcOf5_4Js/s1600/100_4235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ3lyOyVPrk/TkND0PPBEFI/AAAAAAAAC70/eChcOf5_4Js/s320/100_4235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425723119767634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubs, Einstein &amp;amp; Justin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uC91MsgDfiY/TkNDz7CIKGI/AAAAAAAAC7s/N8ObTGQ9LfQ/s1600/100_4236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uC91MsgDfiY/TkNDz7CIKGI/AAAAAAAAC7s/N8ObTGQ9LfQ/s320/100_4236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425717696997474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ceases in what was probably snack stop #6 out of 12. We did a bit of restaurant hopping on this trip. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JjfnSb8x1I/TkNDzVwg4ZI/AAAAAAAAC7k/Ar10PQNyWgY/s1600/100_4237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JjfnSb8x1I/TkNDzVwg4ZI/AAAAAAAAC7k/Ar10PQNyWgY/s320/100_4237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639425707691008402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Event #5: I lost some of my sparkle.
&lt;br /&gt;No picture for this sad news...shortly after Vail I had to take my nose ring out. I know. It's sad. Cause I just loved my little nose ring. But it kept getting this bump thing and it was driving me crazy and I didn't want to end up with a permanent bump or a hideous scar or something, so I took it out. Still a little heartbroken over that. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Event #6 The Wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Erica's wedding has come and gone already! It was such a fun weekend. She was a beautiful bride and the big day was just perfect. Here's some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at that gorgeous girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3qBtHaWTxI/TkNId-tIE5I/AAAAAAAAC8M/MN_1w18fEuA/s1600/100_4245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3qBtHaWTxI/TkNId-tIE5I/AAAAAAAAC8M/MN_1w18fEuA/s320/100_4245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639430838283670418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and flower girl. Once again, Braelyn performed her duties as flower girl with grace and elegance. She is like a professional now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYoUB8TpQ3c/TkNId5R9qoI/AAAAAAAAC8E/xK1OrI6C2kE/s1600/100_4246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYoUB8TpQ3c/TkNId5R9qoI/AAAAAAAAC8E/xK1OrI6C2kE/s320/100_4246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639430836827564674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Erica and her matron of honor...who looks a little weird. This matron of honor learned on this happy occasion that full hair and make-up do not bring out the best in her. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7F8y4GhjOY/TkNIdsd37NI/AAAAAAAAC78/gv3fJuL0uf0/s1600/100_4247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7F8y4GhjOY/TkNIdsd37NI/AAAAAAAAC78/gv3fJuL0uf0/s320/100_4247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639430833387859154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Event #7: The Civil Wars&lt;div&gt;We LOVE LOVE LOVE this little band called the Civil Wars. We tried to see them a while back, but the guy singer couldn't sing. Sick or something. Thankfully they rescheduled and we got to see them at The Mucky Duck. A great night with great friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lori, Lindley &amp;amp; myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O5FBXVhou4/TkNOYtFLuUI/AAAAAAAAC8k/wM4SaorwnU4/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O5FBXVhou4/TkNOYtFLuUI/AAAAAAAAC8k/wM4SaorwnU4/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639437344723155266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to get one with Brittney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nD9ipkFF4xc/TkNOYTtV7JI/AAAAAAAAC8c/bqjqLCkrGaU/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nD9ipkFF4xc/TkNOYTtV7JI/AAAAAAAAC8c/bqjqLCkrGaU/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639437337912274066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay...had to get one with the Hubs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBUXhJ0LOoI/TkNOYIx8TrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/4pSvdrwZeXM/s1600/photo%2Bcopy%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBUXhJ0LOoI/TkNOYIx8TrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/4pSvdrwZeXM/s320/photo%2Bcopy%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639437334978776754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew! That was crazy crazy June &amp;amp; July! Not to mention summer camps. Well, I can tell you we were counting the seconds until August all summer long, cause August 1st we left for a 5 day trip to New York City. But of course, in full Cease fashion, about 3 days before we left we made a huge-ish life decision. Some scrambling and minor chaos ensued, but God proved Himself faithful once more. And then by His kindness and mercy, August 1st finally came and He allowed us to leave crazy behind and we got on a plane and flew to the Big Apple with only one goal...to have some awesome family fun. And we did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on all that next time. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-7905620766890904915?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/bGE2ELZNFwY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/bGE2ELZNFwY/1000-more-pictures-from-june-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ3lyOyVPrk/TkND0PPBEFI/AAAAAAAAC70/eChcOf5_4Js/s72-c/100_4235.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/08/1000-more-pictures-from-june-july.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-8938398670632441433</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-13T21:50:30.852-07:00</atom:updated><title>1000 Pictures from June</title><description>Event #1: Erica's Bachelorette Party&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you don't know &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://erica-morethanrubies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt;, please allow me to introduce her to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Erica. Isn't she pretty?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTAwr4gqPAc/Th5TKA8HtaI/AAAAAAAAC4w/lruo5bsxgRs/s1600/100_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTAwr4gqPAc/Th5TKA8HtaI/AAAAAAAAC4w/lruo5bsxgRs/s320/100_3830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629028015775659426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erica lived in our garage apartment for a year when we were in Brenham. During that time, she and I became very close...like sisters...and we have been ever since. I love this girl so much, and would just about anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;Now you'll know who I'm talking about as several of these events involve her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, Erica's Bachelorette Party.&lt;br /&gt;Being Erica's Matron of Honor, it was my joy and privilege to plan her bachelorette party. Here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little pre-bachelorette lingerie shower. Bra and panty cupcakes. Cute, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcRc6JrIzno/Th5YNT18lfI/AAAAAAAAC5g/BZAj6mbly7Q/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcRc6JrIzno/Th5YNT18lfI/AAAAAAAAC5g/BZAj6mbly7Q/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629033569947784690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.paintingwithatwist.com/"&gt;Painting with a Twist.&lt;/a&gt; I was a little worried about this to be honest. If it was a dud of an idea I would have felt super old and lame and mom-ish in a group of young college girls, but thankfully it turned out to be pretty darn fun. You bring your own wine, your girlfriends and learn how to paint a masterpiece while chattin' it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the girls an apron with a rhinestone monogram. Erica's personal motto is, "If it doesn't have sparkles, I'd rather be naked," so the rhinestones were quite necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1oBXie6W_w/Th5X9tswSiI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mkfpLz7-5hY/s1600/100_4174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1oBXie6W_w/Th5X9tswSiI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mkfpLz7-5hY/s320/100_4174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629033302010645026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride-to-be and budding artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZORSniF_0B4/Th5X9KnjebI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/dpAMiqqTRf8/s1600/100_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZORSniF_0B4/Th5X9KnjebI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/dpAMiqqTRf8/s320/100_4176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629033292593592754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taller than her because she's sitting and I have on big shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXAaHPDmweg/Th5X82iqCbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/lJuddAyy3VM/s1600/100_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXAaHPDmweg/Th5X82iqCbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/lJuddAyy3VM/s320/100_4178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629033287204342194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our doubts that we could really paint, but...Ta Da! Not bad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ztx5i4SI3OE/Th5X8l6pgHI/AAAAAAAAC5A/kxmtGRfjEvs/s1600/100_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ztx5i4SI3OE/Th5X8l6pgHI/AAAAAAAAC5A/kxmtGRfjEvs/s320/100_4183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629033282741567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to San Antonio's Riverwalk for a late night dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEJgDOFbG60/Th5X5gWIThI/AAAAAAAAC44/_dZIMFiLXvQ/s1600/100_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEJgDOFbG60/Th5X5gWIThI/AAAAAAAAC44/_dZIMFiLXvQ/s320/100_4186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629033229706612242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time dinner was over it was quite late, (and secretly, I was feeling my age) so we headed back to New Braunfels for...wait for it...a sleep over. Yes, it was my first sleep over in probably, oh, 10, 11 years. But, I had a ball. It was such a great group of girls, and like I said, I'd do just about anything for my Erica. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Event #2: I started Tweeting!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...no kidding. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on Twitter. Is this my gateway onto Facebook? Heavens, no! I've made vows about such things. But I do like to shout a bit of nonsense out into the world now and again, so if you're so inclined...give me a follow. @stephcease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Do we have it in us for one more June Event?&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event #3: Braelyn's 5th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing lots of little gifts for Braelyn this year, I decided to pack up all remnants of her baby room and give her a new "big girl" room. And...I wanted to do it surprise make-over style. So, On Friday night before her party, she stayed with my mom and dad, which gave Casey and I the entire day to get her room ready. We didn't paint 'cause hopefully we'll be out of that apartment soon, otherwise I totally would have painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WZPzLeUEnr0/Th5hIcR8qVI/AAAAAAAAC54/fvmi_4iUitM/s1600/100_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WZPzLeUEnr0/Th5hIcR8qVI/AAAAAAAAC54/fvmi_4iUitM/s320/100_4189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629043381918017874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to tape things to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrafxWjkIJA/Th5hIPdSp0I/AAAAAAAAC5w/HVhioloCZuM/s1600/100_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrafxWjkIJA/Th5hIPdSp0I/AAAAAAAAC5w/HVhioloCZuM/s320/100_4190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629043378475935554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SsmITAN23dA/Th5hHhCXQlI/AAAAAAAAC5o/Czg5KwoHamw/s1600/100_4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SsmITAN23dA/Th5hHhCXQlI/AAAAAAAAC5o/Czg5KwoHamw/s320/100_4191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629043366014960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And After:&lt;br /&gt;Black-out curtains. 3 words about that...I'm A GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;And we put up a couple of bulletin boards to display artwork (and hopefully reign in the tape habit a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KUVmBYsLwg/Th5iK3m4bAI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/ev4iAKBN2tA/s1600/100_4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2KUVmBYsLwg/Th5iK3m4bAI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/ev4iAKBN2tA/s320/100_4194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044523124943874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a flower canopy that she's had her eye on for quite some time, a new quilted bedspread, and a few fabric butterflies flying magically around her bed. (I know what you're asking. Did I make the fabric butterflies? 3 more words...No. Pottery Barn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j1g9ZZ-erA/Th5iKWhRi7I/AAAAAAAAC6I/Fpa7x5TwGl0/s1600/100_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j1g9ZZ-erA/Th5iKWhRi7I/AAAAAAAAC6I/Fpa7x5TwGl0/s320/100_4195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044514243054514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my favorite part, although the picture just does not do it justice, but we hung some wall shelves to display art, nick-nacks and special pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxATzb1Jp0U/Th5iKFD9OqI/AAAAAAAAC6A/dYvAJKUiFKU/s1600/100_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxATzb1Jp0U/Th5iKFD9OqI/AAAAAAAAC6A/dYvAJKUiFKU/s320/100_4199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629044509556685474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little nervous that she might not think a new room qualifies as a birthday gift. There was some serious potential for a birthday backfire, but I think she really loved it. Especially when she snuggled in her new bed and had the pink canopy draping all around her. She fancied herself quite the princess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes after the big bedroom reveal...it was party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it was a Hello Kitty Gymnastics Party.&lt;br /&gt;4 Words...I'M A GENIUS AGAIN! This was the best party ever! I brought the cake, the birthday girl and some party favors. Then, I sat back and let the kids run and jump and swing and roll around to their hearts' content. They LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcGJM6KINww/Th5ms8GwcvI/AAAAAAAAC6w/urrz7ugBlIc/s1600/100_4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcGJM6KINww/Th5ms8GwcvI/AAAAAAAAC6w/urrz7ugBlIc/s320/100_4211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629049506494444274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bJFJtxgCFQ/Th5msd2hVpI/AAAAAAAAC6o/XyFZB4bWA50/s1600/100_4213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bJFJtxgCFQ/Th5msd2hVpI/AAAAAAAAC6o/XyFZB4bWA50/s320/100_4213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629049498373281426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is FIVE! How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bR9wJel7-o/Th5msOwAlrI/AAAAAAAAC6g/teI_HA5frCY/s1600/100_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bR9wJel7-o/Th5msOwAlrI/AAAAAAAAC6g/teI_HA5frCY/s320/100_4217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629049494319437490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...my heart just melts at that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdKxttl9CDE/Th5msHlXueI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/0maIed9VLrs/s1600/100_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdKxttl9CDE/Th5msHlXueI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/0maIed9VLrs/s320/100_4221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629049492395768290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That will do for tonight, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Told ya...1000 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for my sweet friends who shared the books they love with me...thank you SO much! They are on the list!&lt;br /&gt;G' night, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-8938398670632441433?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/yiCNPNXsCVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/yiCNPNXsCVw/1000-pictures-from-june.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTAwr4gqPAc/Th5TKA8HtaI/AAAAAAAAC4w/lruo5bsxgRs/s72-c/100_3830.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/07/1000-pictures-from-june.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-7721311926578832317</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T23:18:14.468-07:00</atom:updated><title>Closing a Chapter</title><description>Well, I was going to do a picture post about all the places I've been the last few months, but I forgot the thing that moves my pictures from my camera to my computer. I'm gonna try to get one tomorrow. So for tonight, I thought I'd share some news. It comes with no pictures. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-have-i-been-part-1.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, where I shared with you how my fertility meds make me feel crazy. Okay, well, after my 3 rounds of Femara, I took a month off. Then, because I'm nuts and really want a baby, I committed, loosely, to 3 months on Clomid. I say "loosely" because what I really committed to was to take it a month at a time. If month 1 went okay, then I'd go to month 2...and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 1 went great, and by great I mean that I pretty much felt like myself the whole month, but did not get pregnant, so...great-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 2 was a little less greatish than month 1. I felt my temper getting shorter, my moods getting swingier, and my sadness getting deeper, and of course...it was unsuccessful to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Clomid-Month 2, Casey and I went to Vail, Colorado for the Acts29 Pators' Retreat. We had a fantastic time. It was great to get away. It was great to be with friends (details still to come in the picture post),  and it was great to have a little time to clear our heads. Mark Driscoll taught a session on marriage, and afterward all the couples were sent with box lunches to their rooms to talk about what they had just heard. So, Casey and I happily obliged and had a lovely picnic on our balcony. All of a sudden, in that perfect Colorado weather my heart got so heavy.  All I could think about was that in a few short days I would take my 3rd round of Clomid and it promised to be harder than the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the panicked debate in my heart began:&lt;br /&gt;Don't take another round! You're so tired.&lt;br /&gt;But...you might get pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;But you might!...There's a chance. More of a chance than if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take it.&lt;br /&gt;But I hate feeling this way!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't take it, then you're giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Casey and I talked it through.&lt;br /&gt;We prayed.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to be done.&lt;br /&gt;We're done trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;We're giving our hearts and minds (and my body) some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does that mean? For one, no more meds! The decision was brutal, but once it was made I was so relieved. In no time at all, I started feeling like my old self again, and I've just felt better and better. A weight has been lifted and the pressure and urgency to become pregnant is gone. Ok, well, gone-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from Vail, I started doing some research online about PCOS, and I found some women who had reported reversing some of their symptoms with diet and exercise. I figured, while this is certainly no magic cure for me, it can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; me. So, for the past few weeks I have been making some life changes.  My diet... I've cut out refined sugars, I'm trying to stick to whole grains, eat more fruits, veggies, nuts, drink more water...you know...all the stuff we know to do, but try to get around. (Unfortunately, the one thing I haven't quite kicked is my diet Dr. Pepper habit. :( I have cut back, but honestly, if I can't have sugar, then that basically leaves water! What?! Only water?...come on! Shoot me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been getting my rear in the gym. My brilliant friend, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.mommy-md.com/"&gt;Brandi&lt;/a&gt; told me about the iPhone app &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.c25k.com/"&gt;C25K&lt;/a&gt; (Couch to 5K) and I LOVE IT! Have I ever mentioned that I HATE running! Loathe it! But, this program has you alternate walking and running and gradually gets you to running the full 5k. To my complete surprise, I am really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've cut out my meds, started eating healthy, started exercising and I feel fantastic! I have more energy, I'm more productive, I'm more content and I'm more able to enjoy the blessings  the Lord has given me. We're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; trying to get pregnant, but we're not going to disrupt the family we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have in hope of a family we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have. Without the meds, I'm freer to see and appreciate the story that God has for us, whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see big families having fun together or siblings snuggling or newborn babies...do I cry? Um...sometimes. A lil' bit. Not gonna lie. The hope is still there. The desire is still there. But, it's not burdensome. No, in fact, it takes me to Jesus. Every time I feel that sting, my soul searches for Jesus. It's involuntary. Before, it wasn't. I just realized that. Man!...The Lord has been training my heart without my knowledge. He is so clever! I guess that's why we have to go through things like this, 'cause we are just too dumb and self-reliant to turn to Him otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the deal with that. One chapter closed. Another one just beginning. God is a fantastic writer, is He not?! Is there a more beautiful story out there than the story of God? No, there isn't. So, it behooves me to turn the page with hope and joy and great anticipation at what He will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To those struggling with infertility, let me just say that I am not suggesting that you should stop taking your meds. I have just reached the end of that journey, but it was a journey I had to take. In the past 3 years I have taken a total of 8 rounds of fertility drugs. Eight. I became pregnant on only one of those rounds and it ended in miscarriage. We came to the conclusion that the medicine, for us, seems to hurt more than help. For other women I know, it hasn't been so disruptive and has helped them to become pregnant and have children. So please know, I'm not making a judgment on the medicine itself, just sharing that my time with it is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-7721311926578832317?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/elVaguzXwsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/elVaguzXwsU/closing-chapter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/07/closing-chapter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-4974312611344175907</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-08T15:13:19.602-07:00</atom:updated><title>If You Would Be So Kind...</title><description>Would you mind telling me some of the Christian (non-fiction) books that have encouraged you, challenged you, and/or blessed you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of mine include:&lt;br /&gt;- Desiring God - Piper&lt;br /&gt;- Reforming Marriage - Wilson&lt;br /&gt;- The Praying Life - Miller&lt;br /&gt;- Treasuring God in our Traditions - N. Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear yours! Trying to get a list going for the Christ Community Ladies' Book Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...Where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been even crazier than normal.&lt;br /&gt;But!...&lt;br /&gt;We're off to camp in Wichita Falls on Sunday, and as I have no real responsibilities while I'm there other than playing with B and trying not to die of heat exhaustion, there should be a little time in there for blogging. I have a lot to report on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at camp! And send me those book titles!!! Please!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-4974312611344175907?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/kcV4BiJXQSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/kcV4BiJXQSo/if-you-would-be-so-kind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-would-be-so-kind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-4731087628618223711</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-01T20:30:27.825-07:00</atom:updated><title>When Life Hands You Lemons...Organize Something!</title><description>I have recently learned about myself that when things start to feel hectic and chaotic, my mind decides that it must make order out of something...a fight for control, no doubt. So, while I dislike that we are constantly going 90 miles an hour and there is always some minor conflict going on, the happy consequence is that I am organizing like crazy and getting jobs done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a look at the evidence of my control-freakishness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 1: Organizing and Displaying School &amp;amp; Activity Photos&lt;br /&gt;I am not a scrap-booker. My lovely mother-in-law is a master scrapper and so I leave the heavy scrapping to her. But I did however, want to do something with all those school pictures instead of just stuffing them in a shoe box, so I got an album solely for those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year I will add her school picture, class picture and any dance (or whatever activity) pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yAtYW3C4gE/TeZ4lye4O7I/AAAAAAAAC38/x3_5XtVOeXQ/s1600/100_4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yAtYW3C4gE/TeZ4lye4O7I/AAAAAAAAC38/x3_5XtVOeXQ/s320/100_4161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613306576165682098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing fancy, but hopefully when she's graduating high school, I'll have all her pictures in one happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRgPM0QLfsg/TeZ7Vb1BXtI/AAAAAAAAC4E/tGm3Q1X9bX4/s1600/100_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRgPM0QLfsg/TeZ7Vb1BXtI/AAAAAAAAC4E/tGm3Q1X9bX4/s320/100_4162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613309593741516498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can't hide all those pretty pictures away in an album. Some had to go on the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed a few coordinating frames at Target. Done.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait to have a hallway that's longer than 3 feet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzQJrC40xPQ/TeZ4liG3L8I/AAAAAAAAC30/4-U0h2w6GAM/s1600/pics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzQJrC40xPQ/TeZ4liG3L8I/AAAAAAAAC30/4-U0h2w6GAM/s320/pics.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613306571769982914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the subject of school and organization, I thought I'd show you what I do with all the school and art work. (This isn't part of the post. It's just for free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last year, when Braelyn started school and I started having panic attacks over all the paper and art work piles, I bought a plastic accordion folder with enough pockets for each month. Then, when Braelyn brought special work home I put it that month's pocket. The system has worked great ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have two folders. With labels. Because the label maker is the most fabulous invention ever, after the flat-iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y3tKpefcRw/TeZ7VruGjlI/AAAAAAAAC4M/OUiy8x52lYs/s1600/100_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y3tKpefcRw/TeZ7VruGjlI/AAAAAAAAC4M/OUiy8x52lYs/s320/100_4166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613309598007463506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A year's worth of Braelyn's best work all contained in one compact, organized, convenient place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QqLliIgNEA/TeZ7V2RJZMI/AAAAAAAAC4U/3N4vpkxJVTA/s1600/100_4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QqLliIgNEA/TeZ7V2RJZMI/AAAAAAAAC4U/3N4vpkxJVTA/s320/100_4171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613309600838804674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the original post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Project 2: Organizing the DVDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't have any before pictures because it was too embarrassing. But trust me...it was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Now, all the DVDs are in categorized, labeled, uniform black boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;(Jessica B. I was thinking of you the entire time I was working on this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPZHyiE0AXo/TeZ4lUnACHI/AAAAAAAAC3s/CAJQcjOzaDA/s1600/dvd1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPZHyiE0AXo/TeZ4lUnACHI/AAAAAAAAC3s/CAJQcjOzaDA/s320/dvd1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613306568146684018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pulling out every DVD to find the one I'm looking for!&lt;br /&gt;No more loose discs scattered around, getting scratched and ruined!&lt;br /&gt;No more closing the cabinet because I'm too ashamed of the mess!&lt;br /&gt;See...life is already so much simpler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YV8pCc4VXUs/TeZ4lC5qlcI/AAAAAAAAC3k/CDRPIMXJaPI/s1600/dvd2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YV8pCc4VXUs/TeZ4lC5qlcI/AAAAAAAAC3k/CDRPIMXJaPI/s320/dvd2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613306563393131970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Organization makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, if the world comes crashing down all around me, I can look at my DVDs and think, "It's not so bad...look how organized my DVDs are!"  And, when life gets a little lemony in the future, I will see it as an opportunity to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Worship Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grow my character.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sort, print, and put in albums the thousands of pictures that are trapped in my computer.&lt;br /&gt;(And the way this year's goin'...this might just get done by the end of summer!)&lt;br /&gt;&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/9058359180724409275-4731087628618223711?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/UWGtPC6Sb7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/UWGtPC6Sb7g/when-life-hands-you-lemonsorganize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yAtYW3C4gE/TeZ4lye4O7I/AAAAAAAAC38/x3_5XtVOeXQ/s72-c/100_4161.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-life-hands-you-lemonsorganize.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-1988833223719097001</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-30T20:48:07.044-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Recital Video...as promised</title><description>Here it is, folks! 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So, a vacation was quite in order for this long weekend. However, we are also trying to save up for house (hopefully this December!!! fingers crossed) so we are staycating instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent a good part of the afternoon out by the pool, and had planned to stay out there well into the evening until poor Braelyn was stung by a bee. Very, very sad. She swears she will not go back to the pool &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, which really throws a kink in our staycation plans, as sitting out by the pool was our only plan. Hopefully tomorrow she will find the courage to face to the bee-infested waters again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until then, we'll be blogging and watching Barbie movies and reading and wearing our junk clothes and doin' a whole bunch of nothin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(And I will try to persuade my sweet hubs to put Braelyn's recital video up on the blog. I haven't forgotten! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great holiday weekend, y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-4774492189905903149?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/N4NmfN6t0c4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/N4NmfN6t0c4/this-moment-staycation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lep3sSlcVZo/TeAUpcDfm-I/AAAAAAAAC3U/Qgz2-zLKieQ/s72-c/photo%25285%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-moment-staycation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-6057181084299721992</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-28T13:52:10.035-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Preschooler No Longer</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of school:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7TozbfjL5k/TeASKMqirtI/AAAAAAAAC20/cYesAu6tv6Q/s1600/100_3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7TozbfjL5k/TeASKMqirtI/AAAAAAAAC20/cYesAu6tv6Q/s320/100_3061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611505102111289042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last day of school: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70EixlE_0no/TeASKWUuV5I/AAAAAAAAC28/fVZmNFImLTA/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70EixlE_0no/TeASKWUuV5I/AAAAAAAAC28/fVZmNFImLTA/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611505104704133010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcRQVjP9D3w/TeASKjcI91I/AAAAAAAAC3E/PyWoNkv-eQk/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcRQVjP9D3w/TeASKjcI91I/AAAAAAAAC3E/PyWoNkv-eQk/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611505108224898898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently sassiness is something you learn in preschool! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNcnaEq7abY/TeASK5CGkgI/AAAAAAAAC3M/DtZOYCW3cLc/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNcnaEq7abY/TeASK5CGkgI/AAAAAAAAC3M/DtZOYCW3cLc/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611505114021270018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see last year's first and last day of school pictures, go&lt;a href="http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2010/05/bouncing-bear-no-longer.html"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/9058359180724409275-6057181084299721992?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/cZKFWNCtDgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/cZKFWNCtDgo/preschooler-no-longer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7TozbfjL5k/TeASKMqirtI/AAAAAAAAC20/cYesAu6tv6Q/s72-c/100_3061.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/preschooler-no-longer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-648959113027832648</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-21T18:49:40.315-07:00</atom:updated><title>This Moment: Backstage</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyKQTQJh5nQ/TdhpsWVi27I/AAAAAAAAC2s/mUPlTYJDkY4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyKQTQJh5nQ/TdhpsWVi27I/AAAAAAAAC2s/mUPlTYJDkY4/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609349546521058226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am crazy proud of this girl.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the video of Miss Braelyn's performance posted tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm wiped out!&lt;br /&gt;Being a stage mom is exhausting! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-648959113027832648?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/0Q75VqHgF0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/0Q75VqHgF0M/this-moment-backstage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyKQTQJh5nQ/TdhpsWVi27I/AAAAAAAAC2s/mUPlTYJDkY4/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-moment-backstage.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-7276164690220222314</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T12:36:00.499-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Making of a Stage Mom</title><description>Okay, under normal circumstances I would resist any urge to display stage mother tendencies. But when my daughter is rocking my face off with her awesome dance moves...well, I don't know what I am expected to do!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the beginning of the year, when her class would perform the Thanksgiving dance or the Christmas dance for the parents, Braelyn would have nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one semester later, she is smiling and shakin' and showin' that dance who's boss. Seriously, she works it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Performing her recital dance for the parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qelr-WRJP4M/TdK2-P3iUlI/AAAAAAAAC2k/5I6_zTUrfPQ/s1600/100_4141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qelr-WRJP4M/TdK2-P3iUlI/AAAAAAAAC2k/5I6_zTUrfPQ/s320/100_4141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745666557301330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FropTL6RVG8/TdK29lRutmI/AAAAAAAAC2c/8EkHjRYwAog/s1600/100_4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FropTL6RVG8/TdK29lRutmI/AAAAAAAAC2c/8EkHjRYwAog/s320/100_4142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745655124440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tKqgkC3P4I/TdK29QoW40I/AAAAAAAAC2U/5du4jM8Dae0/s1600/100_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tKqgkC3P4I/TdK29QoW40I/AAAAAAAAC2U/5du4jM8Dae0/s320/100_4143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745649582203714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6dxvyJKEw/TdK29RTnxnI/AAAAAAAAC2M/oGN79SYaQeM/s1600/100_4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6dxvyJKEw/TdK29RTnxnI/AAAAAAAAC2M/oGN79SYaQeM/s320/100_4144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745649763665522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY?! COME ON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh_gUB2g0HQ/TdK29Jw0zSI/AAAAAAAAC2E/OrpFBag3FJw/s1600/100_4145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh_gUB2g0HQ/TdK29Jw0zSI/AAAAAAAAC2E/OrpFBag3FJw/s320/100_4145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745647738670370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDC8KyWrh_c/TdK2rhFzVyI/AAAAAAAAC18/3UFkOlsXJ54/s1600/100_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDC8KyWrh_c/TdK2rhFzVyI/AAAAAAAAC18/3UFkOlsXJ54/s320/100_4146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745344763025186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUqbRNfVJ9Q/TdK2rL2xffI/AAAAAAAAC10/o1wjPrOrvWU/s1600/100_4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUqbRNfVJ9Q/TdK2rL2xffI/AAAAAAAAC10/o1wjPrOrvWU/s320/100_4147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745339062844914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSZmF2pzBqw/TdK2q2Wz01I/AAAAAAAAC1s/aJfJV8gyxTw/s1600/100_4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSZmF2pzBqw/TdK2q2Wz01I/AAAAAAAAC1s/aJfJV8gyxTw/s320/100_4148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745333291635538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can dance?&lt;br /&gt;Well her mama sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm8ABfQDbF0/TdK2qr6jHeI/AAAAAAAAC1k/Hlf3i4EzRoI/s1600/100_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm8ABfQDbF0/TdK2qr6jHeI/AAAAAAAAC1k/Hlf3i4EzRoI/s320/100_4149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745330488745442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was her last class, so we grabbed a picture with her super sweet teacher, Miss Carol. She was the best! Just what B needed. She never pushed, but just let Braelyn do what she felt comfortable with. So grateful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-ywDAkw_Pw/TdK2qUO3n4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/yJ_fcFhXQiY/s1600/100_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-ywDAkw_Pw/TdK2qUO3n4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/yJ_fcFhXQiY/s320/100_4150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607745324131524482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braelyn's big recital is this Saturday! I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so so proud of her and it's been a blast seeing her come out of her shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she was saying that she didn't want to do dance again, but yesterday said that she did want to try it for another year, which I am tickled pink about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the future and for your own peace of mind, here are my stage mom ground rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. This stage mom will not put her dancer on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;2. This stage mom will not be rude to other moms or dancers.&lt;br /&gt;3. This stage mom will not demand that her dancer be front and center in every performance. (Just most performances.) (Kidding! ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. This stage mom will never botox her daughter's face to hide nonexistent wrinkles!&lt;br /&gt;5. This stage mom will not yell at or scold her dancer for missing a step.&lt;br /&gt;6. This stage mom will not make her dancer continue dancing should she decide to try something else.&lt;br /&gt;7. This stage mom will cheer vigorously for her daughter and tell her she's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;8. This stage mom will likely shed tears of joy at all performances.&lt;br /&gt;9. This stage mom will love and encourage her dancer for who she is and not just for what she does.&lt;br /&gt;10. This stage mom will likely take lots of pictures and brag about her dancer on the blog just a bit. Sorry. That's what stage moms do. It cannot be helped.&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/9058359180724409275-7276164690220222314?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/tefL0PwDjiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/tefL0PwDjiw/making-of-stage-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qelr-WRJP4M/TdK2-P3iUlI/AAAAAAAAC2k/5I6_zTUrfPQ/s72-c/100_4141.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/making-of-stage-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-1097100193289839381</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2011 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-13T20:29:16.844-07:00</atom:updated><title>This Moment: Game Night</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7obqM6HLoM/Tc325NdR1vI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Oa1TrxeCPrc/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7obqM6HLoM/Tc325NdR1vI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Oa1TrxeCPrc/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606408573871576818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-1097100193289839381?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/Hoe00AOtyVY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/Hoe00AOtyVY/this-moment-game-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7obqM6HLoM/Tc325NdR1vI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Oa1TrxeCPrc/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-moment-game-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-4087885047020861940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2011 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-13T13:30:13.404-07:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Cleaning: Project 1</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before: Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufZZRv9D0_s/TctYX44fknI/AAAAAAAAC1M/95YVvowrwXc/s1600/100_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufZZRv9D0_s/TctYX44fknI/AAAAAAAAC1M/95YVvowrwXc/s320/100_4134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605671328622285426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangers in a tangly mess. Instant anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87CGi6tfBW8/TctYRHeJZeI/AAAAAAAAC1E/F22vY4W2Pkg/s1600/100_4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87CGi6tfBW8/TctYRHeJZeI/AAAAAAAAC1E/F22vY4W2Pkg/s320/100_4133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605671212279227874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I am losing my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Look at that hanger!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uLQn9opVnA/TctYQyOPX8I/AAAAAAAAC08/OjHUbh6xzcA/s1600/100_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uLQn9opVnA/TctYQyOPX8I/AAAAAAAAC08/OjHUbh6xzcA/s320/100_4136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605671206575366082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUeumyoRgT8/TctYQ4KS_VI/AAAAAAAAC00/rLn9hFs0FoU/s1600/100_4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUeumyoRgT8/TctYQ4KS_VI/AAAAAAAAC00/rLn9hFs0FoU/s320/100_4137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605671208169438546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...that's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdcY0eSpdP4/TctYQcCOKaI/AAAAAAAAC0s/H5RkAZ-dXLM/s1600/100_4138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdcY0eSpdP4/TctYQcCOKaI/AAAAAAAAC0s/H5RkAZ-dXLM/s320/100_4138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605671200619375010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...there's my mind! Found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJPf6jUfHPo/TctYQeB8mwI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3loujGEfP1Y/s1600/100_4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJPf6jUfHPo/TctYQeB8mwI/AAAAAAAAC0k/3loujGEfP1Y/s320/100_4139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605671201155095298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is put away.&lt;br /&gt;Clothes we don't wear are bagged and ready for Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;Clothes we do wear are hung up in an orderly fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes are organized.&lt;br /&gt;Hangers are untangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the $150 worth of dry cleaning that has piled up that I was avoiding before today. Besides that it feels real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next project...I gotta couple of junk drawers to tackle.&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me?!&lt;br /&gt;It's fun if we do it together, right?!&lt;br /&gt;Right?!&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;We love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Okay, well, we love it when it's done! Yea!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-4087885047020861940?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/3V5wejb1j-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/3V5wejb1j-c/spring-cleaning-project-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufZZRv9D0_s/TctYX44fknI/AAAAAAAAC1M/95YVvowrwXc/s72-c/100_4134.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-cleaning-project-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-8784661844258544504</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-08T13:54:33.158-07:00</atom:updated><title>Call Yo Mama!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before, I had to call my mama on this sad, old little phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUc_sImfrqA/TccAB_TMz7I/AAAAAAAAC0c/u3T8tIRQkvI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-08%2Bat%2B15.36%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUc_sImfrqA/TccAB_TMz7I/AAAAAAAAC0c/u3T8tIRQkvI/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-08%2Bat%2B15.36%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604448295457705906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can call my mama on my new iPhone. TaDa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2PSiWC009k/Tcb_0EoPX5I/AAAAAAAAC0M/BrmdF9CjSys/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-08%2Bat%2B15.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2PSiWC009k/Tcb_0EoPX5I/AAAAAAAAC0M/BrmdF9CjSys/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-08%2Bat%2B15.35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604448056369962898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mother's Day to me!  And do allow me to welcome myself to the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already...CALL YO MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sweet mama....I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-8784661844258544504?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/W6E185vspLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/W6E185vspLw/call-yo-mama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUc_sImfrqA/TccAB_TMz7I/AAAAAAAAC0c/u3T8tIRQkvI/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-08%2Bat%2B15.36%2B%25233.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/call-yo-mama.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-7224814326803090316</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-06T14:48:27.883-07:00</atom:updated><title>This Moment: Sharing Memories</title><description>My dear friend &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://herbanhomestead.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandi&lt;/a&gt; has been doing this for a while now, and I've tried to refrain from copying, but I just can't any longer! She posts a sweet moment or a beautiful image from her week. Well, today there was a moment that I just couldn't pass up. So...here's the first of installment of "This Moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiH-9apN3HM/TcRqciy7xMI/AAAAAAAAC0E/ql4Eg-ji8GU/s1600/100_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiH-9apN3HM/TcRqciy7xMI/AAAAAAAAC0E/ql4Eg-ji8GU/s320/100_4124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603720874965058754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braelyn sharing family photos and memories with her babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandi...I tried to come up with a different name so I didn't totally copy, but I couldn't think of anything clever. :(&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058359180724409275-7224814326803090316?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/1V-ngeK7e-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/1V-ngeK7e-E/this-moment-sharing-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiH-9apN3HM/TcRqciy7xMI/AAAAAAAAC0E/ql4Eg-ji8GU/s72-c/100_4124.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-moment-sharing-memories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058359180724409275.post-2477813485349792004</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-30T09:58:59.444-07:00</atom:updated><title>Where Have I Been?: Part 3</title><description>Now for the less serious stuff that comes with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Rodeo!&lt;br /&gt;Look how brave my B is! (And shall we just take a moment to reflect of the perfect and excellent timing of this photograph! I don't want to brag or nothin', but taking a picture of people on a Ferris wheel is not as easy as it looks! After just a few times around, I got this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_mXjNmohrc/Tbwzm5jG3nI/AAAAAAAACz8/bw96a7HIBe4/s1600/100_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_mXjNmohrc/Tbwzm5jG3nI/AAAAAAAACz8/bw96a7HIBe4/s320/100_3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601408779918171762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met my parents up at the livestock show and carnival early, so B could enjoy the rides and animals and such, but she is not into the Rodeo or concert...too loud. So, Mom and Dad took her home after some BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-9boxCGvO8/TbwzmrTa3-I/AAAAAAAACz0/HQx4SXoVA78/s1600/100_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-9boxCGvO8/TbwzmrTa3-I/AAAAAAAACz0/HQx4SXoVA78/s320/100_3997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601408776094277602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Casey and I got to have a little date at the Rodeo and Sugarland concert.&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8ZBIRfGVro/Tbwzmec71VI/AAAAAAAACzs/YUP3oGv7Ldo/s1600/100_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A8ZBIRfGVro/Tbwzmec71VI/AAAAAAAACzs/YUP3oGv7Ldo/s320/100_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601408772644525394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been at the mall. Casey is sharing a moment with this woman here.&lt;br /&gt;So really...this mannequin just had her arm stickin' out to high heaven, so really...who could resist this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma-771pUTF8/TbwzmIIW3uI/AAAAAAAACzk/AqgLUYrj7ac/s1600/100_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma-771pUTF8/TbwzmIIW3uI/AAAAAAAACzk/AqgLUYrj7ac/s320/100_4006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601408766652636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In April:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Museum of Natural Science. Got a membership, so if anybody ever wants to go?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHxqfupBSjY/TbwyZ0QWvsI/AAAAAAAACzc/FyEYCj_yDfM/s1600/100_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHxqfupBSjY/TbwyZ0QWvsI/AAAAAAAACzc/FyEYCj_yDfM/s320/100_4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407455647416002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one of our date nights we met up with some friends at the Mucky Duck to see this band that we really love...The Civil Wars. Awesome! How cool and young of us, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCImXSK4eWA/TbwyZTM3XjI/AAAAAAAACzU/dq4oLRbuOXQ/s1600/100_4038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCImXSK4eWA/TbwyZTM3XjI/AAAAAAAACzU/dq4oLRbuOXQ/s320/100_4038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407446774406706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends. Yeah, Casey was the only dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_9sg9dOErQ/TbwyZe_sC1I/AAAAAAAACzM/XVmzLRqSZOc/s1600/100_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_9sg9dOErQ/TbwyZe_sC1I/AAAAAAAACzM/XVmzLRqSZOc/s320/100_4044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407449940364114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, sad story about this little concert. After the first band got off, the guy from the Civil Wars got up and said he had laryngitis or something and just could not possibly sing but would be sure to come back for another show. :| Cool date night foiled! Thankfully, they did schedule another show in July, so we'll try this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! Round Top with some of my best girls!&lt;br /&gt;If we ever manage to hang up what I got I will be sure to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SM_joBm8-vs/TbwyZF9GgUI/AAAAAAAACzE/IkApwXJskpI/s1600/100_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SM_joBm8-vs/TbwyZF9GgUI/AAAAAAAACzE/IkApwXJskpI/s320/100_4045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407443218628930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also went the very next day with my parents. Another great day, but we didn't take any pictures. :( You know what's better that a day antiquing? Two days antiquing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...B got her hair cut! At Sweet n' Sassy, no less. Now, to be honest, I didn't really know what I thought about this place, but B is terrified of getting her hair cut, so I had to bribe a little bit with glitter and pink and girlie-girliness to convince her that a haircut is not the worst thing ever. Sure enough, after watching Tangled, and the hair glitter, and the flower in her hair, and the glitter stars on her cheek, and the pink heart lollipop...she decided she LOVES getting her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGMRljiFrSo/TbwyYzgkJhI/AAAAAAAACy8/TkfgVxL49NQ/s1600/100_4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGMRljiFrSo/TbwyYzgkJhI/AAAAAAAACy8/TkfgVxL49NQ/s320/100_4056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601407438267098642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who could blame her?!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I think about this place. Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that is where I've been! This series in now complete!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&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/9058359180724409275-2477813485349792004?l=stephcease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~4/z03o3W0gZa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PleasantPlaces/~3/z03o3W0gZa4/where-have-i-been-part-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_mXjNmohrc/Tbwzm5jG3nI/AAAAAAAACz8/bw96a7HIBe4/s72-c/100_3992.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://stephcease.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-have-i-been-part-3.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

