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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="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" gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MSXozfCp7ImA9WhRUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:29:48.484-08:00</updated><category term="Laundry tips" /><category term="scrapbooking" /><category term="adventures in knitting" /><category term="Sanity Savers" /><category term="cucakes rock" /><category term="tutorials" /><category term="cupcakes rock" /><category term="little bits of our life" /><category term="sort of quilting" /><category term="embellishments" /><category term="My Shop" /><category term="Button Shop Creative Team" /><category term="kids crafts" /><category term="updates" /><category term="sewing" /><category term="recipes" /><category term="activity days" /><category term="giveaways" /><category term="crafts" /><category term="mini me" /><title>Everyday Chaos</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641112538307265405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S4wRu45ZGzI/AAAAAAAAC74/BvEZqNuWz18/S220/00mecropped.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>468</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/bsQNd" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/bsqnd" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/bsQNd</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04HQnk9eyp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094.post-78602686340951646</id><published>2012-01-27T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:32:13.763-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T13:32:13.763-08:00</app:edited><title>Shabby Apple dress giveaway!</title><content type="html">While I’m plugging away at a few projects I thought now would be the perfect time for a giveaway! With Valentines day right around the corner who doesn’t need a great new dress?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shabbyapple.com/affiliate-images/336x280_sale_2012.jpg" width="336" height="280" border="0" alt="Dresses from Shabby Apple"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/"&gt;Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt; has a great site filled with amazing women’s dresses, little girls dresses, even maternity dresses and swimwear.&amp;nbsp; I love the vintage inspired styles, especially this navy blue &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-613-champs-elysees.aspx"&gt;Champs Elysees&lt;/a&gt; dress and the super cute scalloped &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-776-red-fox.aspx"&gt;Red Fox dress&lt;/a&gt;. I would go into the woods more often if I had a dress like that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="Close this window" border="0" height="481" src="http://www.shabbyapple.com/images/product/large/613_1_.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Close this window" border="0" height="482" src="http://www.shabbyapple.com/images/product/large/776_1_.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The one thing I’m always on the look out for though is a really cute little black dress. I found this black &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-789-boogie-woogie.aspx"&gt;Boogie Woogie&lt;/a&gt; dress and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="Close this window" border="0" height="553" src="http://www.shabbyapple.com/images/product/large/789_1_.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today I get to give away this dress to one of you lucky ducks! Here's what you have to do to get your hands on your very own &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-789-boogie-woogie.aspx"&gt;Shabby Apple Boogie Woogie&lt;/a&gt; dress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To Enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Go now to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Shabby-Apple/56291792791"&gt;Shabby Apple on Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and "like" them, then come back and leave a comment on this post letting me know you did.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t want to do the Facebook thing, no prob. Just head over to &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/t-apparel.aspx"&gt;Shabby Apple&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what dress is your favorite. That's it!&amp;nbsp; One entry comment per person please. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Nitty Gritty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- The giveaway will go until Thursday Feb. 2nd and the winner will be announced on Friday the 3rd.&amp;nbsp; You must have a US shipping address and there will be no exchanges for the winning dress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shabby Apple is also graciously giving my readers a 10% off coupon code! Just use code &lt;span style="color: #c0504d;"&gt;everydaychaos10off&lt;/span&gt; at checkout. Just in time to find a new dress for your hot valentines date ;o). I’m a sucker for a sale, but hurry this code is good for 30 days only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a fantastic weekend and good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-78602686340951646?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There were plagues running rampant through my relatives house so we had to change plans very last minute, which just about killed me. I thought I was going to lose it when I didn’t know where we were going and it was the 23rd. Then 2 of my kiddos started throwing up the 24th. By Christmas all the kids were down and out with the flu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As sick as everyone was I barely noticed. We had fun, Santa still brings toys to kids who are out of town and sick, and I had a ton of helping hands to make it that much easier for me. Not how I planned it to go but considering all that was going on it couldn’t have gone any better. I love it when things just work out anyway! Sorry to everyone that got sick or will. Not the gift I meant to leave!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I did manage to have a little fun before we left. Ashlyn and I made these for her school party earlier in the week-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-er_lAEg9gCA/TvuL1gv5_eI/AAAAAAAAD2U/aEHd90d7wSg/s1600-h/00cupcakes%25255B12%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00cupcakes" border="0" alt="00cupcakes" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7J1XvoFrYuM/TvuL2QRe6II/AAAAAAAAD2c/a9Hp2Eu-BKo/00cupcakes_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="489" height="446" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;North Pole cupcakes found &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karaspartyideas.com/search/label/berries%20and%20branches%20christmas%20party"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I eeked out a little sewing time to make a gift for my little sister. She’s a chocoholic cupcake baking maniac. She told me she liked purple and lime green, which I don’t have a ton of but found a cute stripe that worked. I cut the cupcake out with my super fantastic cutter and sewed it on. Fast, cute, and easy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-49ngwlWubEU/TvuL3TK9jgI/AAAAAAAAD2k/4CXpAtKi58U/s1600-h/00apron%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00apron" border="0" alt="00apron" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qqNk_hyG2cI/TvuL4NO47tI/AAAAAAAAD2s/HXEFjPlJvK8/00apron_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="592" height="421" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Fnm6EuDXffo/TvuL5DI_oOI/AAAAAAAAD20/HS78sDx0RvA/s1600-h/00apronpocket%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00apronpocket" border="0" alt="00apronpocket" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-krtRXq5jDtw/TvuL52S4UHI/AAAAAAAAD28/pha8i-R9HRg/00apronpocket_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="596" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Denim apron tutorial found &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://kimboscrafts.blogspot.com/2010/02/levi-apron.html"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I heard that my sister wasn’t going to do Christmas jammies for her kids- blasphemy!- and I’m a freak and wanted them to have a pair to open like everyone else so I spent 2 hours whipping these up the day before we left. I know, not the warm fuzzy winter jammies I would have liked to make them but my mom reminded me they wear shorts and flip flops in the snow so I wasn’t worried. Time wise these were the fastest to make. I’m making a bunch more for my girls for summer! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-W_m9U5JB4C8/TvuL7AReBbI/AAAAAAAAD3E/qs3WaQnn83A/s1600-h/00jammies%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jammies" border="0" alt="00jammies" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UBkDSsmunzs/TvuL7xIw02I/AAAAAAAAD3M/ymoKkbDRYCg/00jammies_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="426" height="714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So by now my house was a total disaster so I thought, what the heck- why not really have some fun so I made all my sisters kids some pillowcases to go with their jammies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-M9_4fUQD1-Y/TvuL9LKJRDI/AAAAAAAAD3U/paKsynfadC4/s1600-h/00carter%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00carter" border="0" alt="00carter" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yUL_4gOvsw0/TvuL9xraMQI/AAAAAAAAD3c/3704Q7129J4/00carter_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="675" height="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Cyj0G3W3wkE/TvuL_F320II/AAAAAAAAD3k/GOWjABG_JxI/s1600-h/00carter1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00carter1" border="0" alt="00carter1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7EDPB__AaJ0/TvuMAG_wuiI/AAAAAAAAD3s/uPT8I7VuSOA/00carter1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="536" height="549" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The pictures are cruddy, trying to pack and wait for the right lighting conditions don’t really go together but they really did turn out just as I hoped. They definitely look better in person though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sY5KZDZv52s/TvuMA4vTd6I/AAAAAAAAD30/GDIDgy4jbbE/s1600-h/00kortney%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00kortney" border="0" alt="00kortney" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QIqK5hXQU3Q/TvuMBnHxnKI/AAAAAAAAD38/EfGNXAu-PDE/00kortney_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="704" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZilSfgi_-nw/TvuMC9k2anI/AAAAAAAAD4E/tGHFX8hTEpQ/s1600-h/00lyndsey%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00lyndsey" border="0" alt="00lyndsey" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-plGHnpmYGB4/TvuMDjIGtKI/AAAAAAAAD4M/ODDAZvQVYrQ/00lyndsey_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="700" height="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;And then… yes, I had more projects, but this is the sad ending to my super long post. The projects I wanted to love the most, the ones I devoted the most time to, the two I was sure were going to be a hit and my sister in law and mom were going to love- didn’t turn out! I spent weeks spray painting and sanding but they just got uglier and uglier until I ran out of time and had to cop out with a gift certificate and a promise to get it done before next year.&amp;#160; It’s the thought that counts though right? Not to mention I’m going to have an entire year to gussy them up. I didn’t even start 3 projects. So much for a project free Christmas ;o). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The flu has left the building and so will all the old toys, outgrown clothes, the tree, and anything else I can get my hands on today. It felt great to sew stuff again so now all I want to do is clean clean clean to have room to make more sewing messes! Spring dresses are calling my name.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a great Wednesday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-575582251844238107?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve been cozied up in our little house, rearranging things and getting ready for the holidays. I love happy endings and I am 100% optimistic that this year is going to end just like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m making it my goal not to stress out and freak out about much. I still do no matter how hard I try but I’ve cut the freak show to a minimum. I’ve finished my Christmas shopping except a few small things and have a little list of things I need to (because I want to) make and the rest of the time I get to enjoy my family. I decided early on this fall that I wanted to be there this year. I wanted to be a part of our family, not the crazy sleep deprived woman slaving away in the kitchen with threads hanging all over her freaking out that she forgot to buy marshmallows for the hot chocolate on Christmas Eve and all is lost. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not this year. I’ve made nothing crafty so far and I have gone to bed before 10:30 most nights but I feel good about it. We have marshmallows and my kids have a mom. A mostly well rested one. It’s taking all I have not to cut into Christmas dress fabric and make 4 dresses right now though. Do you ever feel guilty for not making a homemade-ish Christmas? Then guilty if you do for staying up until the wee hours and not being much of a human for the holiday? I know there are those wonder women out there that can do both and are really awesome but that’s not where I’m at.&amp;#160; I feel really guilty… must. stay. strong! I just have to keep telling myself it’s better for me to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; present than to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; all the presents this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/154691_177444335608644_100000292358908_546909_480535_n.jpg" width="660" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This helps. My little buddy had his first birthday last month. Jake went from this tiny perfect 7 pound lump to this chubby frosting eating one man demolition crew, still perfect. I don’t want to miss a minute of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6suBxFCsCkk/Tt25C4pffiI/AAAAAAAAD10/5JjGzuEYnWQ/s1600-h/00jakecake2%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jakecake2" border="0" alt="00jakecake2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_BvdGlnxqbM/Tt25DgBZlkI/AAAAAAAAD18/Su3GrV340gc/00jakecake2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="592" height="548" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He’s grown so much. They do that. I hate that part. He’s so fun and such a boy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A little about Jake at 1 year old- He loves balls and cars. He gives the best around the neck squeezes and open mouth kisses (on the cheek) and makes me melt. He growls and has the Musgrove baby scream. He has the cutest laugh and pudgiest hands. He won’t eat breakfast foods or bread but loves casseroles. He loves to see what’s inside things and takes things apart, usually our remotes and the computer speakers. His biggest obsession right now is our Christmas tree. Taking the ornaments off (don’t worry, they’re plastic on the bottom half), shaking it, crawling under it and up inside it, and basically making me thankful to have a reason to set one up in the first place :). Our tree is really pretty from about 3 feet from the bottom and up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DU0uXvfKZgU/Tt25FEV5muI/AAAAAAAAD2E/NSWwkwSyXfs/s1600-h/00jaketree11%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jaketree11" border="0" alt="00jaketree11" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vmmYnCLrNp4/Tt25GSFeRdI/AAAAAAAAD2M/XP-HgoQ_y_c/00jaketree11_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="590" height="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here’s to a stress free mom filled holiday season!&amp;#160; I’ll let you know if I make it or fall off the wagon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-3261948411659450859?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My boys. Santa is going to give them a stick for Christmas. A girl fighting off stick because they are too darn cute. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-L4VnsVpneeo/TrcY48QAXLI/AAAAAAAADzk/uj-bZnXdLMQ/s1600-h/00halloweenbandm%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00halloweenbandm" border="0" alt="00halloweenbandm" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6K2W7kiLVRc/TrcY5aDnDNI/AAAAAAAADzs/IXuVUQXrIio/00halloweenbandm_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="525" height="497" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My little Guppy. She corrected everyone that called her a goldfish. She was a &lt;em&gt;fantail &lt;/em&gt;goldfish. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Uz9FI2Yc_lI/TrcY6f398PI/AAAAAAAADz0/5RfIkMRzxMw/s1600-h/00halloweengf%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00halloweengf" border="0" alt="00halloweengf" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Pa-t5RA60WU/TrcY7FttQ2I/AAAAAAAADz8/FcxvBQ6SNDE/00halloweengf_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="525" height="728" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was gluing and cutting up until the hour before she needed it for school and forgot how small she is. She’s petite and I cut the tail too long so she had to hold it up during her school parade. The tail was trimmed before trick or treating so it worked out alright in the end.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m pretty proud of this one.&amp;#160; I used one of my hooded sweatshirts as a guide and sewed a base to glue 375 cupcake liners to. It took me 2 days from start to finish so it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I was planning on covering the arms but she wouldn’t have been able to bend them. The tail actually did fan out as she walked, that’s all I hoped for.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dcGnMAfipKg/TrcY8dJVTXI/AAAAAAAAD0E/1r8F2e9T6Ps/s1600-h/00goldfish%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00goldfish" border="0" alt="00goldfish" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-df-p-uVlQqc/TrcY83wmTFI/AAAAAAAAD0M/XnEegnPpE2E/00goldfish_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="525" height="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ktk9Plbc00Q/TrcY93C8jPI/AAAAAAAAD0U/fSOybIm41PY/s1600-h/00goldfish2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00goldfish2" border="0" alt="00goldfish2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IeN45-tRRuk/TrcY-bQF0dI/AAAAAAAAD0c/5fngJjppF-U/00goldfish2_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="531" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really didn’t want to mess with fake fur this time so I compromised with Mary and she went from Santa to being her favorite cartoon super hero Word Girl. I made this one first so it’s not as fancy as I would have liked it to be. I had a week to do 3 costumes so I rushed through Mary’s first and found myself with more time than I thought I needed for the others.&amp;#160; Next year I’ll make hers last so she can get the fancy one.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8hW8A7vOgpM/TrcY_ZkDIPI/AAAAAAAAD0k/1dn-VS6UPAk/s1600-h/00halloweenwg1%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00halloweenwg1" border="0" alt="00halloweenwg1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IkxZ5CASQaI/TrcZAAwLQXI/AAAAAAAAD0s/F5kYPTfgeTw/00halloweenwg1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="449" height="676" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kaci was our little mermaid. I’ve always loved &lt;a href="http://heatherbailey.typepad.com/heather_bailey/2007/11/the-mermaid.html"&gt;Heather Bailey’s mermaid costume&lt;/a&gt; so it was easy to figure out how to make it when Kaci told me what she wanted to be. She picked the colors and I went to town.&amp;#160; I made hers last so any time I had left over got spent embellishing and playing around with this. There’s glitter glue everywhere! I was going to make her a fancy belt to cover up the waist and a cape because it was flipping freezing but didn’t quite make time for that. Glitter is warm enough right??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-z4Ge_idAsR0/TrcZBDQ-noI/AAAAAAAAD00/kft3q8to-Ko/s1600-h/00halloweenmm1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00halloweenmm1" border="0" alt="00halloweenmm1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-W0FO6fXu-vg/TrcZB7oTBrI/AAAAAAAAD08/qhkKFcqw7I0/00halloweenmm1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="623" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iSxvcI0u-Qw/TrcZCx4ZxFI/AAAAAAAAD1E/NpjoLVHit08/s1600-h/00mermaid%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mermaid" border="0" alt="00mermaid" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DWH1aQMcw-I/TrcZDpeKOUI/AAAAAAAAD1M/cngn8UbMjIA/00mermaid_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="624" height="485" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Xr7soztO0Tw/TrcZFHz4aqI/AAAAAAAAD1U/ifeMP8Mx5GE/s1600-h/00mermaid1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mermaid1" border="0" alt="00mermaid1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jLjsvVlCOr4/TrcZFUbRdII/AAAAAAAAD1c/BOUOaouTZDE/00mermaid1_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0XVvlD33kpQ/TrcZHIPQGAI/AAAAAAAAD1k/i8j6x9FSLxY/s1600-h/00mermaid2%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mermaid2" border="0" alt="00mermaid2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zhfugSKpOFk/TrcZHgKIgFI/AAAAAAAAD1s/NV5S8NZoAOI/00mermaid2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="305" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;A new record for me- 3 costumes in 7 days!&amp;#160; I went to bed before 1 a.m. every night. I wish I would have started earlier so they would have turned out like I really wanted them to but so is the life of a procrastinator.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kennedy went as Rapunzel with a plastic frying pan. I don’t have a picture of her alone for some reason? I always manage to forget one of them. At least it’s not the same kid every year or they would start getting a complex. I have a group shot of her so maybe I’ll crop her out for her scrapbook.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So now that Halloween is over all I’ve been thinking about is Christmas stuff. I’m getting excited to make some stuff this year. Woo hoo for gift giving and making stuff!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a fantastic November!&amp;#160; Just kidding, I’ll come back before December. I have some stuff to show off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-3358560925424337481?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How do I know? Creepy movie trailers are on tv in full force. One of the munchkins ate the remote so I have to turn my head, plug my ears, and sing “la la la, lee lee lee, I can’t hear you” and leave my new neighbors another reason why they should have chosen the next house on their list. My body guard works out of town 18 days a month in 9 day stretches. I haven’t slept in 8 days. One more to go… sigh… yawn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To distract myself for the last few months I thought I would sew stuff.&amp;#160; So I bought fabric, then I stashed it because I couldn’t bring myself to stay up late to sew with it. Then I was so rudely reminded that I have 3 costumes to make and time is running out. Jeremy wants to be a banana holding a monkey (Jake). Store bought- thank you very much last years clearance. Kennedy wants to wear a dress up Rapunzel dress we already have.&amp;#160; Bless you my child.&amp;#160; Mary wants to be Santa. Seriously. Kaci wants to be a Mermaid Cowgirl. She’s grounded for a month and 1 day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ashlyn wants to be a goldfish. I was going to do that last year for Kennedy so that’s just fine with me.&amp;#160; I went hunting for my orange fabric and found &lt;a href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-of-monarch.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in a fabric pile-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-of-monarch.html"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00flyskirt1" border="0" alt="00flyskirt1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CMl4Jr2_0rU/ToS6P8r-z_I/AAAAAAAADzI/tjSojvJrKRU/00flyskirt1%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="583" height="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which reminded me that I have some orange satin scraps left over-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YwzsleJGvP4/ToS6RbgP07I/AAAAAAAADzM/ed75XI_4h14/s1600-h/00jakey9mon%25255B10%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jakey9mon" border="0" alt="00jakey9mon" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jCXIZB5_OkY/ToS6R1p6z5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/1je_E-pBbLw/00jakey9mon_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="502" height="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which reminded me that the most adorable boy in the entire universe loves satin things and is constantly on the hunt for something to rub and love on-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rST7s1C67Nw/ToS6T1As_MI/AAAAAAAADzU/fv9yXke74yw/s1600-h/00lovey%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00lovey" border="0" alt="00lovey" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-h7aP0NjvG-A/ToS6VVp9rdI/AAAAAAAADzY/FSZti1ljjw8/00lovey_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="603" height="465" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which got me thinking about those scraps and some orange flannel I had saved to make Jeremy pajamas a million years ago. They turned into this-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yoB4tQLae5U/ToS6WtqKcrI/AAAAAAAADzc/1xoHLpmKoe8/s1600-h/00lovey1%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00lovey1" border="0" alt="00lovey1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PfpG_oTdpLc/ToS6Xp7Z-YI/AAAAAAAADzg/cR2x3Vvog4s/00lovey1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="603" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because I got off track. I forgot I needed the satin for a goldfish. And I can sew a lovey blanket complete with nuffies (Kennedy’s name for the corners) during nap time.&amp;#160; I can’t sew a goldfish during nap time and I can’t sew at night when my arms are all wrapped up under the covers and my mind is racing about self defense techniques.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe I’ll use the rest of the police fabric to make myself a snuggie to sew with.&amp;#160; Boogieman proof because of it’s blanket qualities and with the cop print it will trigger 2nd thoughts in anyone else non-monster related right? And I can still use my arms ;o).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a great Thursday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-2957197224323369458?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who knew a tiny crunching sound could be so adorable. He’ll be 9 months old Monday, sniff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-56xAs5r4rtQ/TkTWUGylkrI/AAAAAAAADyQ/qwGjV2VbN98/s1600-h/00Jakeyboy%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00Jakeyboy" border="0" alt="00Jakeyboy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MCQPPRpTqLc/TkTWUzYo5fI/AAAAAAAADyU/Sbo3vRnyl18/00Jakeyboy_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" height="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;athing Beauties and the Beast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Jihe2Q-EnP0/TkTWWDVjy9I/AAAAAAAADyY/bLnny00YySE/s1600-h/00weedssuit%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00weedssuit" border="0" alt="00weedssuit" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DCf8IC3imRc/TkTWW0ub2lI/AAAAAAAADyc/5e6OFD6NB8c/00weedssuit_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kL-WVRQvbAk/TkTWXojkcXI/AAAAAAAADyg/bPJcw-jARI4/s1600-h/00majormae%25255B41%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00majormae" border="0" alt="00majormae" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NAQt1B891vY/TkTWYbKYvDI/AAAAAAAADyk/dVh7Zuoq5XY/00majormae_thumb%25255B52%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="312" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pIBth-IRNWg/TkTWZ8TlZXI/AAAAAAAADyo/0mDkrr_LHJ0/s1600-h/00swim%25255B11%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00swim" border="0" alt="00swim" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ebOP69NB7Ro/TkTWazUdodI/AAAAAAAADys/raONl_JOyuo/00swim_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="623" height="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Surprise &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;oxes from dad. I was going to go into the cowboy store with him but he said he was going to be quick and I should wait in the car.&amp;#160; Just picking up chicken food he said. I wasn’t aware chickens ate rabbit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bEN5EqhD0Ps/TkTWb9EYNAI/AAAAAAAADyw/VyQ8yl9Zit4/s1600-h/00surprisebox%25255B17%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00surprisebox" border="0" alt="00surprisebox" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-PX13okiwPMk/TkTWcTzIdwI/AAAAAAAADy0/Uf_u6eISkM8/00surprisebox_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="284" height="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Kiu0hBhbqIo/TkTWdkvhBHI/AAAAAAAADy4/kgXx0XUb9lI/s1600-h/00coco%25255B12%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00coco" border="0" alt="00coco" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-njEK23dwVlE/TkTWeCvA7RI/AAAAAAAADy8/YWADSbT7vY8/00coco_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="351" height="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The cutest ball of chicken food I’ve ever seen! &lt;font size="1"&gt;*insert disclaimer that says we do not feed our chickens bunnies*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last week in a nutshell. And you thought I was going to say something about the only 4 good reasons to call 911- blood, bones, bonfires or bad guys. My husband is gone for 9 days at a time for work these days so I’ve really grilled the kids about that so we’re prepared.&amp;#160; I’m a freak like that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now if they would stop tattling through text messages on the emergency phone to my cell that would be fantastic. I’ll have to come up with the 4 B’s of text tattling. Something like “If I get one more dad gum text message telling me your sister is breathing on you I’ll ground you for a &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;illion years, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;uy you only &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;roccoli for dinner, and put you to &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ed at 5.” I love these little criminals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great Thurfriday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-5001892939866815477?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t make them for that so I snatched up a pair and a bunch of shirts to embellish.&amp;#160; Then I had Jake and forgot about them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I found them again I saw that they were a size 24 months.&amp;#160; Kennedy wears a 3t now. I do that a lot, hoard stuff with the intentions of making it into something great and then forget about it until they don’t fit anyone anymore. No big deal, I cut off 2 inches from the bottom and hemmed them up.&amp;#160; They were still missing something so I added some scrap knit strips to the bottom for a cute ruffly pair of capris.&amp;#160; It took me 10 minutes and they are my favorite pants.&amp;#160; I love it when that happens!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cT4-oBnKrRg/TjGt2SOx0ZI/AAAAAAAADxw/kqpWBknHKWQ/s1600-h/00leggies1%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00leggies1" border="0" alt="00leggies1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UckKOXx3qm4/TjGt26Zw1UI/AAAAAAAADx0/NEXuFCotLdc/00leggies1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I didn’t pin them or anything, just pulled the pants tight as I sewed the straight strips on from the bottom up and when I let go they were ruffled. Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think this is pretty awesome too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Pb0Xhrb5QSI/TjGt3jkYU1I/AAAAAAAADx4/IMXMj7ncMBU/s1600-h/00hair1%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 3px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00hair1" border="0" alt="00hair1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PF0DDDXZ-bo/TjGt35pESdI/AAAAAAAADx8/z9c2vW8CmYs/00hair1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="280" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-PAiecl6Yr6M/TjGt46jZFVI/AAAAAAAADyA/zVF4benApM8/s1600-h/00hair%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00hair" border="0" alt="00hair" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UjRIioTSnJE/TjGt5APonHI/AAAAAAAADyE/Okhn7wD9L5E/00hair_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I asked Kaci to brush her hair and this is what she came out of the bathroom looking like.&amp;#160; She decked Kennedy out but she didn’t want to keep the look.&amp;#160; I don’t know why not ;o).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a fantastic Thursday all!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-3335644381422498237?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me preface this by saying I’ve caught a nasty bug and I’m only 25% lucid so things seem really annoying or really funny to me today. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was going to start this post by telling you how funny it was that I’m pretty sure one of the original intended baby bootie recipients from a couple years ago commented on my giveaway and is having another girl so I am giving a pair to her (which were hers anyway) and the 2 extra I’m drawing random names for and then this happened-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: #ccb400" color="#666666"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;Random Integer Generator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="4"&gt;Here are your random numbers:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="4"&gt;9	&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;She’s commenter #9 anyway.&amp;#160; The universe really wants her to have the pink toe pair I made her. Cracked me up. Could be the homeopathic cold meds talking though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.moonthinks.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt; is #6.&amp;#160; Such a cute baby you have, she’s a doll. She’s going to look so cute in the black pair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess I need another name for the teeny meeny ones.&amp;#160; How about-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;Random Integer Generator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;Here are your random numbers:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That means you &lt;a href="http://williamandmegan.blogspot.com/"&gt;William, Megan and Avery&lt;/a&gt;. Congrats and I hope you have a very healthy and happy baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shoot me an email with your addresses and I’ll get those out when I don’t look and feel like death. Who gets sick in the summer anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here’s what I’ve been up to until Fridays bug kicked my rear and took my name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hONdlbaUoic/Ti4ECYa4o9I/AAAAAAAADxg/vMMmKgxbYV0/s1600-h/00jake%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jake" border="0" alt="00jake" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WmwjhfyEm7g/Ti4EDGrZv7I/AAAAAAAADxk/scFjKYw5Z2c/00jake_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="585" height="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jakey boy turned 8 months and learned how to crawl and climb.&amp;#160; The tongue helps him balance. It doesn’t hurt to have a big brother at the ready to catch babies who are too big for their little britches either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WmKQHK4FaEU/Ti4EEvBHUzI/AAAAAAAADxo/XzfbriPo3_s/s1600-h/00summer%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00summer" border="0" alt="00summer" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tp2pmbOgRmU/Ti4EFeypm7I/AAAAAAAADxs/yIMGHyGs1vY/00summer_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="605" height="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I’ve dubbed this quilt the “Summer’s End” quilt because if it doesn’t get finished by the summers end I quit. I’m getting &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; tired of looking at it.&amp;#160; I started it &lt;a href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-fons-and-porter-why.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and like every other project I started this year I can’t seem to finish it. Maybe it’ll be my next giveaway in 2 years, an unfinished quilt top!&amp;#160; This is one of the annoying things today.&amp;#160; Don’t try to quilt when you have a head cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week, I know 3 of you are having a better one already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-2274146337970983447?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lUGA4qgPuHUcIv9m9T2bWs-KieM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lUGA4qgPuHUcIv9m9T2bWs-KieM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~4/Yfn0wEUTn9o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/2274146337970983447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/07/cutifying-babies-one-pair-at-time.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/2274146337970983447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/2274146337970983447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~3/Yfn0wEUTn9o/cutifying-babies-one-pair-at-time.html" title="Cutifying babies one pair at a time." /><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641112538307265405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S4wRu45ZGzI/AAAAAAAAC74/BvEZqNuWz18/S220/00mecropped.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WmwjhfyEm7g/Ti4EDGrZv7I/AAAAAAAADxk/scFjKYw5Z2c/s72-c/00jake_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/07/cutifying-babies-one-pair-at-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCQHw5cSp7ImA9WhdTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094.post-3053950915009739908</id><published>2011-07-12T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:27:41.229-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-12T18:27:41.229-07:00</app:edited><title>Winner and more to give!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;First things first since I’m way late.&amp;#160; Let me clarify that since my 16 year old sister asked me if I was having another baby the other day and she skims my posts.&amp;#160; I’m late announcing the winner &lt;font size="3"&gt;and thanks for letting me know I should work on the baby weight Britt.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thanks for the comments, jokes, and cute stories.&amp;#160; I love Doritos, but only the nacho cheese flavor ;o).&amp;#160; Cheetos are better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This bundle belongs to-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iIcLw1tCLgA/ThzvGuRlCeI/AAAAAAAADw4/PHb4LDgXzsk/s1600-h/00giveawayfab%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00giveawayfab" border="0" alt="00giveawayfab" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TBDx_pJU6fs/ThzvHblUTlI/AAAAAAAADw8/PxUNNkEuzzQ/00giveawayfab_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="641" height="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Random Integer Generator&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are your random numbers:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;31&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Timestamp: 2011-07-13 00:23:14 UTC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That means you &lt;font size="5"&gt;theamazingjohnsons! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My husband thanks you for volunteering to take my junk. I’m sure he wishes I would have picked everyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;While digging through my stash I also found these three lonely pairs of booties that I thought I gave away years ago. They were pairs I made back when I had an Etsy shop and they didn’t sell. I’m trying to get rid of things I won’t use and I don’t know anyone having babies right now soooo-&amp;#160; does anyone want them? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-P80UEmXG8VU/ThzvLADwE0I/AAAAAAAADxA/dYT98qb3D4Q/s1600-h/00booties%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00booties" border="0" alt="00booties" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lAhI95Ds_Lc/ThzvNiy79kI/AAAAAAAADxE/Jc-xyyDmq58/00booties_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="430" height="401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This pair is a size S- which I think is up to 3 monthsish.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NLi-NmmRbME/ThzvO1vtWWI/AAAAAAAADxI/XoQErV1l1O0/s1600-h/00bootie%25255B21%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00bootie" border="0" alt="00bootie" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wuFLQzAbZ-Q/ThzvPoLGn_I/AAAAAAAADxM/-dlthXT31fc/00bootie_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="436" height="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This pair is also a size S- up to 3 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IIvOjfNkMec/ThzvRkIEjZI/AAAAAAAADxQ/FEJKs7wizcw/s1600-h/00booties1%25255B16%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00booties1" border="0" alt="00booties1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oFfCYwdcP-c/ThzvVdNr50I/AAAAAAAADxU/Q2ExNK3EArI/00booties1_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="434" height="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This pair is a size XS- Newborn.&amp;#160; XS fit Kennedy up to about 4 weeks old. Ish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It really stinks to have cute shoes but nothing to wear them with so &lt;font size="3"&gt;I’ll include a piece of matching fabric so you can embellish a onesie or something to match. You’re on your own in that department. They could stand a steaming to get back into shape.&amp;#160; Maybe that’s what I need, a good steaming!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;If more than 3 people want them I’ll just pick 3 people randomly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Please don’t make me keep them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;*Sorry I had to repost.&amp;#160; I’m so stinking tired of Livewriter screwing up my posts and stretching them out.&amp;#160; I saved the comments from the first post so they’re there if you were worried about. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-3053950915009739908?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u8hWsVMxC0TwNFBiBMd65RrbaQk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u8hWsVMxC0TwNFBiBMd65RrbaQk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~4/_3VWbMXSbJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/6150953590678616223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-give.html#comment-form" title="36 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/6150953590678616223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/6150953590678616223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~3/_3VWbMXSbJk/i-give.html" title="I give." /><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641112538307265405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S4wRu45ZGzI/AAAAAAAAC74/BvEZqNuWz18/S220/00mecropped.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Y8g-ZOkLn8s/Tg2HgJtCZNI/AAAAAAAADw0/HtIdk7lsksg/s72-c/00yacky9_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>36</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-give.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGQX85cCp7ImA9WhZUFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094.post-43685156444140114</id><published>2011-06-08T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:37:00.128-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T15:37:00.128-07:00</app:edited><title>Grandma’s Squinky</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My mom and sister are fancy pants doll sculptors and sculpt collectable dolls for doll companies and other things. I’ve mentioned them before but not often because I’m just not into the doll thing.&amp;#160; I can appreciate what it takes to make one from scratch though and it’s amazing. In fact I tried to do it once &lt;font size="1"&gt;(okay maybe 4 times)&lt;/font&gt; but that’s a talent I just don’t possess. I created a caveman baby head with a pelt that looks like the Trumps on top. I still have it as a sort of sculpting birth control.&amp;#160; One look from that thing and I don’t get the urge to sculpt anymore ;o). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was visiting my mom a few months back and she showed me one of her latest projects. She handed me a fun necklace with a tin attached. I’ve always loved lockets and secret compartment things so I thought it was just one of those. I opened the tin and in it was a 1”micro baby-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-J8yO5h70xXk/Te_5eHTBI4I/AAAAAAAADwQ/TriMOAfH03g/s1600-h/03mysquinky%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="03mysquinky" border="0" alt="03mysquinky" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-n87oTfK3Lkg/Te_5fNfxPQI/AAAAAAAADwU/5h_lJPhVWGg/03mysquinky_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="632" height="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s not just any teeny weeny baby either, it’s soft and squishy!&amp;#160; It’s made out of silicone that she molded herself.&amp;#160; I can not tell you how hard it is for me to resist holding it between my fingers and squinking it all day long.&amp;#160; Ashlyn calls them Grandma’s squinkies but this little bean is even softer than the toys. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Co0HQukJ-OA/Te_5fwK6ycI/AAAAAAAADwY/R_Qn87eXBQQ/s1600-h/01mysquinky%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="01mysquinky" border="0" alt="01mysquinky" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bBMHE3SLvuA/Te_5gbWlR9I/AAAAAAAADwc/tYn1BhmPxUA/01mysquinky_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="313" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0spnDaP9-14/Te_5hHFJKaI/AAAAAAAADwg/ZpmJBPCaeV4/s1600-h/02mysquinky%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="02mysquinky" border="0" alt="02mysquinky" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tQWj11PNaSM/Te_5hV-pV0I/AAAAAAAADwk/i7asi_MdSv8/02mysquinky_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xI7bW9lsG48/Te_5iG7h-LI/AAAAAAAADwo/A--EZsRxlKY/s1600-h/00mysquinky%25255B8%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mysquinky" border="0" alt="00mysquinky" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-K1_4IdfkaxQ/Te_5ijU8_OI/AAAAAAAADws/zSsudyYNfBQ/00mysquinky_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="562" height="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After months of begging and pleading, which is rare for me to do for a doll, she gave it to me for my birthday when I went down last week.&amp;#160; I think I’m hooked. Now to beg my sister for one of hers and I’ll have a doll collection I can handle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These little guys aren’t for sale right now but if you’re curious about my doll making family members you can find their &lt;a href="http://www.bountifulbaby.com/"&gt;newest stuff here&lt;/a&gt; under Wendy Dickison and Cindy Musgrove.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-43685156444140114?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My sweet anything goes girl who loves everything and everyone turned 9. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She also turned against me.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I asked her what kind of cake she wanted.&amp;#160; She didn’t want one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I asked her what kind of cupcakes she wanted. She didn’t know, but probably none.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I asked her what presents she would like for her birthday, she didn’t know but nothing I suggested and nothing they have available to purchase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I asked her if she wanted a party, she replied with “I guess. If you want to”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I stopped asking her and tried listening to what she was telling her friends about her birthday.&amp;#160; Nothing. Zip, zero, and a million I don’t knows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I handed her a big stack of cutesy cake and cupcake books and told her to pick one. I thought for sure we would end up with a store bought cake plopped on the table and that would be the end of it because she didn’t want anything. To my surprise she came back with one she liked. She wanted pink pigs.&amp;#160; I was relieved because I can do pink pigs and cupcakes to boot so that would be easy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then she said the day before her birthday “But not cupcakes, ice cream”. You have got to be kidding me. Pig ice cream?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s a good thing she’s only known me for 9 years because girly there doesn’t know that I do very well under pressure. I used to ace tests in school without actually attending school. Especially after I’ve had a good sloppy cry, very little sleep, and my body is running on an constant sugar high.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No crying this time sister.&amp;#160; You want pig ice cream- you got it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qQPptK5KiaY/TekssdjXpDI/AAAAAAAADwI/eGiUhm1O0iA/s1600-h/00pigicecream%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00pigicecream" border="0" alt="00pigicecream" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-s10O6DcPosM/TekstDd92rI/AAAAAAAADwM/lyDmTHB_eas/00pigicecream_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="476" height="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;The little stinker! I’m not sure if they were approved or not because there’s no way in hades I’m asking her. Please let this be a phase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-843937139729258406?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They can be tricky to find so instead of training truffle finding pigs we have 5 kids to do our dirty work.&amp;#160; They’re lower to the ground so they can snuff them out better than we can.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TdxK7NVAYuI/AAAAAAAADvo/A91pRKwcGAg/s1600-h/00shrooms2%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00shrooms2" border="0" alt="00shrooms2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TdxK8t5QFtI/AAAAAAAADvs/kFXn-W1pp_s/00shrooms2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="524" height="509" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They aren’t afraid of ticks like their chicken mom who wears a hat, long sleeved slick jacket so they can’t stick, tip toes around brush, and avoids all tree limbs like the plague.&amp;#160; Ticks are real my friends and they are out to get me.&amp;#160; And you, just so you know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It also helps to have a bear to ward them off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TdxK92HOQ-I/AAAAAAAADvw/_qZXmqL2hmU/s1600-h/00shrooms3%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00shrooms3" border="0" alt="00shrooms3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TdxK_evNrCI/AAAAAAAADv0/ayrslFQw9so/00shrooms3_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="537" height="601" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It must have worked because we came home without a single unwelcome guest. This time last year Cody and the kids brought home 20 something ticks in one trip.&amp;#160; I about had a heart attack. I banned them from the forest for 10 years.&amp;#160; No one listens to me. I still feel like I have bugs all over me.&amp;#160; The woods do that to me every time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TdxLAfH-lqI/AAAAAAAADv4/oyqQRgdT3xM/s1600-h/00shrooms5%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00shrooms5" border="0" alt="00shrooms5" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TdxLBE6UpQI/AAAAAAAADv8/DvV3s4MGjVc/00shrooms5_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;Good thing I have this little face to make me forget about all the things in the forest that are out to get me.&amp;#160; I’m such a weeny!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think I’m always busy and rarely leave the Baxter cave anymore so I love it when we carve a little time out of our lives to just be the little family that I love so much.&amp;#160; Nothing better in the world. &lt;font size="1"&gt;Even if I’m surrounded by blood sucking parasites and fungus&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great Tuesday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-8048743518653789989?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I swore to myself I wouldn’t dress the kids matchy matchy this Easter.&amp;#160; I tried but just couldn’t find the right fabrics in time.&amp;#160; Nothing spoke to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/Tb80VZHTCRI/AAAAAAAADuI/8udp1g09428/s1600-h/00easterkids1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="00easterkids1" border="0" alt="00easterkids1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/Tb80WooaNxI/AAAAAAAADuM/zF4D9LDLWjY/00easterkids1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="728" height="648" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Even the fabric I bought to make their dresses (which I still have in a nice folded pile) is the same design in different color ways. I need to be honest with myself.&amp;#160; I have a matchy matchy problem.&amp;#160; More of an illness really.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="00eastershirt" border="0" alt="00eastershirt" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S7DksuzS54I/AAAAAAAADBQ/ijZnqrQgbtM/00eastershirt_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="525" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It can’t be helped.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/SePHnjjzTbI/AAAAAAAAB-s/PJ8ETiAwkTg/s400/Easter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;They’ll thank me someday.&amp;#160; For what I’m not sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/R-f0qqikQWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/XXc7YxgwNMQ/s400/easterkids.jpg" width="531" height="429" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not for putting their silly mugs on the net that’s for sure ;o). I thought I dressed them differently at least once. Nope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TcCGZ9_R9KI/AAAAAAAADuY/8kRe9B2Az-M/s1600-h/easter%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="easter" border="0" alt="easter" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TcCGqjPGfuI/AAAAAAAADuc/T5Ty3nboD6A/easter_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="592" height="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve got more but they just get worse and worse. And Christmas… let’s not go there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tell me I’m not the only one with this disease.&amp;#160; I keep telling myself that but I can’t be trusted to tell myself the big bad pastel truth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I did make all but 3 years of them out of 11 so I get brownies for that, and this year I put sleeves on Kennedy’s dress and made Jake’s blush (not pink) tie so that counts for something. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next year I will make 4 different dresses and 2 different ties.&amp;#160; So let it be written, so let it be done. That or I need to start saving my pennies for lots and lots of therapy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you had a great Easter!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-5792999699284762608?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fZXDGFZLJjIf0qY8GuyUU2--ER4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fZXDGFZLJjIf0qY8GuyUU2--ER4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~4/AMi7XuqGmdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/1860700702899744281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/04/watch-your-fields-farmers.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/1860700702899744281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/1860700702899744281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~3/AMi7XuqGmdE/watch-your-fields-farmers.html" title="Watch your fields farmers." /><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641112538307265405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S4wRu45ZGzI/AAAAAAAAC74/BvEZqNuWz18/S220/00mecropped.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/Ta_U__ju_eI/AAAAAAAADuE/wmojnCZmoCs/s72-c/00pidge_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/04/watch-your-fields-farmers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGQHs8eCp7ImA9WhZRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094.post-8075906160959494841</id><published>2011-04-11T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:55:21.570-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T16:55:21.570-07:00</app:edited><title>April Showers</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love getting emails and love it even more when it’s a message from one of you with a picture attached.&amp;#160; It’s like getting a package in my email inbox.&amp;#160; Last week I got to see this wreath made by Christie-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TaOU28VzDkI/AAAAAAAADtw/3eiPd95DYOM/s1600-h/207736_1992340888498_1242680575_2462188_7574688_n%5B1%5D%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="207736_1992340888498_1242680575_2462188_7574688_n[1]" border="0" alt="207736_1992340888498_1242680575_2462188_7574688_n[1]" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TaOU3lEi1NI/AAAAAAAADt0/_hFtY21bjWg/207736_1992340888498_1242680575_2462188_7574688_n%5B1%5D_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="544" height="609" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only thing better would be actually getting the wreath in the mail.&amp;#160; Seriously I need a cute wreath to replace the fall one still hanging up.&amp;#160; I’m not kidding- acorns and all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s such a great idea.&amp;#160; She doesn’t have a blog (but should!) so I asked her if I could share it.&amp;#160; She used the &lt;a href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2009/11/tattered-fabric-roses.html"&gt;Tattered Roses tutorial&lt;/a&gt; to make all the flowers.&amp;#160; Isn’t it awesome, I absolutely love it. Here’s a close up so you can see it in all it’s rolled amazingness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TaOU4z-tHYI/AAAAAAAADt4/0-5HQUo4vaI/s1600-h/195880_1992342208531_1242680575_2462191_8244470_n%5B1%5D%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="195880_1992342208531_1242680575_2462191_8244470_n[1]" border="0" alt="195880_1992342208531_1242680575_2462191_8244470_n[1]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TaOU5_sLKBI/AAAAAAAADt8/-_xZ7ahfGmo/195880_1992342208531_1242680575_2462191_8244470_n%5B1%5D_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you so much Christie for letting me share this! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-8075906160959494841?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CPJL4urWefHw76rkw2E50UbRlXQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CPJL4urWefHw76rkw2E50UbRlXQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~4/CP_t1RD4fuQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/6439110530551182587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-is-purdy.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/6439110530551182587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8634045839683496094/posts/default/6439110530551182587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/bsQNd/~3/CP_t1RD4fuQ/30-is-purdy.html" title="30 is purdy" /><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641112538307265405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S4wRu45ZGzI/AAAAAAAAC74/BvEZqNuWz18/S220/00mecropped.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TX7UcJJNxnI/AAAAAAAADs8/rYCRC7sGnis/s72-c/00canon_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-is-purdy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UESHgzeCp7ImA9Wx9aFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094.post-1070255983838786101</id><published>2011-03-08T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:00:09.680-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-08T15:00:09.680-08:00</app:edited><title>Pants take 1.</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Pants are really easy (super easy) so I thought I would whip up a pair of comfy pants for Jakey boy since he’s shot up and out of all his pants.&amp;#160; He’s a string bean that boy and he’s getting taller every day.&amp;#160; Not any bigger around though. Why don’t they make 3/6 months in slims?&amp;#160; I imagined sewing up a customized pair in 1/2 hour max.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is week 3 you guys.&amp;#160; I’ve only had a few split seconds here and there to work on anything and it usually goes to foraging for food or trying to keep up with life in general.&amp;#160; So I thought hey, I haven’t blogged in forever so I might as well show you I’m not being lazy- just slow. Here’s try #1. The back turned out alright-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TXa07edqpkI/AAAAAAAADsU/aT0zTL-3NME/s1600-h/00bubble%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00bubble" border="0" alt="00bubble" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TXa08JOB4bI/AAAAAAAADsY/tPht8vGPs18/00bubble_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The cute bum panel kills me but I tried to sew it on my serger and I’m not happy with how choppy that little circle came out.&amp;#160; Little buddy has no backside so I gave it another pass and it looks better than the first time I did it but not great.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The front is what’s giving me trouble.&amp;#160; I cut the legs way too far apart and realized after I tried sewing the bottom of the panel to the crotch that it looked gathered in the front. I had to cut a chunk out to make it look a little more normal and that made a seam in the middle and I hate it.&amp;#160; It went from sumo diaper middle to howdy pardner on me.&amp;#160; I want normal pants with a cute circular front, is that too much to ask?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TXa09nBk-KI/AAAAAAAADsc/VrLgfSP6oxo/s1600-h/00bubblepants%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00bubblepants" border="0" alt="00bubblepants" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TXa0-PYKscI/AAAAAAAADsg/5A2gwelT9Us/00bubblepants_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="464" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;There are other problems like rise issues, tight elastic, leg cuffs not matching… I’m no pro.&amp;#160; Back to the drawing board.&amp;#160; For now he has a cute pair of warm pants to wear around the house until I get it figured out.&amp;#160; That or he needs to gain about 5 lbs. real fast like in the gut region.&amp;#160; I wish I could loan him mine ;o).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My quilt is coming along great by the way.&amp;#160; Thanks for all the suggestions!&amp;#160; My goal all along was to make a disappearing nine patch, just super sized. I wanted a twin but it’s going to be at least a full.&amp;#160; Maybe a full and a half?&amp;#160; I’m getting excited though, it’s lookin good.&amp;#160; Haven’t touched it in weeks but from the corner of my eye while I type I see it and it looks great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have a fantastic Tuesday!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-1070255983838786101?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love a man in a stash, even a little man. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt; I thought I would have to bribe Jeremy to do it for his class but the boy was game- perfect! I did a mad dash for stashes and found 36 of them for $6 so it didn’t cost an arm and a leg.&amp;#160; Score!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt; This is his “smolder” face. You should see his kissy face, I’m saving it for his wedding slide show.&amp;#160; He actually wanted to use it until I reminded him that he had to give them to the boys in his class.&amp;#160; Then he wanted to use the picture that looked like he was a Mr. Bean special op out to kill.&amp;#160; I have some great outtakes!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVrnomU4RKI/AAAAAAAADr0/tBpp6GOmip4/s1600-h/00val1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00val1" border="0" alt="00val1" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVrnpBL1XJI/AAAAAAAADr4/03LVJzWJg5E/00val1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="286" height="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We made 32 and I laughed putting the stashes on each and every one.&amp;#160; I wanted to put them on the front but to save some $$ I printed them 2 to a 4x6” which made them the perfect size for valentines but a little small to put the stashes on the front.&amp;#160; Still a winner though.&amp;#160; I see these making a come back in a few years.&amp;#160; The kids had a blast with the left over stashes and I got some cute pictures.&amp;#160; Well worth it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVrnrw194DI/AAAAAAAADr8/whe_LQu7ygk/s1600-h/00val%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00val" border="0" alt="00val" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVrnsyKaI6I/AAAAAAAADsA/uI6quxDt84Y/00val_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="486" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I was up to until the wee hours Sunday night.&amp;#160; Finishing up 70 Valentines. Why I wait until the last minute I don’t know.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I have a procrastination problem.&amp;#160; Anyway, the girls wanted to do &lt;a href="http://www.howdoesshe.com/you-are-amazeing-valentines-card-tutorial"&gt;the maze valentines from How Does She?.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; I made mine a bit differently but I used their idea.&amp;#160; It was so fun for my girls to pick their papers, count m&amp;amp;m’s, and clip strings for me.&amp;#160; Homemade valentines rock!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVrnuX6DxkI/AAAAAAAADsE/XKo9EfJs6iQ/s1600-h/00jakeybaby%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jakeybaby" border="0" alt="00jakeybaby" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVrnu7UGJcI/AAAAAAAADsI/F_QA6OlDaSg/00jakeybaby_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="534" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;And this little guy with the baby doll lips, he is 3 months old today.&amp;#160; Seriously!&amp;#160; I just started grocery shopping again.&amp;#160; I guess I spend too much time memorizing every last inch of him that I forget to do everything else, but I’m okay with that.&amp;#160; It won’t be long before he can get out of my coochy coochy clutches so I have to take advantage of his lack of mobility while I can.&amp;#160; I just can’t put him down.&amp;#160; Really, I don’t put him down.&amp;#160; Would you?&amp;#160; Did you see those lips?&amp;#160; Maybe I should see if he can roll one of these days.&amp;#160; He’ll be the only 34 year old who’s mom still rocks him to sleep and wants to cry tears of joy just looking at him.&amp;#160; Actually he has 5 other siblings that have to deal with me too.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And on that note have a fantastic Tuesday!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-839105721798968370?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why??</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I’ve mentioned before that we don’t have paid t.v.&amp;#160; and normally I don’t miss it.&amp;#160; Sure I don’t get to watch Project Runway and my kids are deprived of un-educational cartoons but we still get 6 basic channels on the ol’ bunny ears and that’s just enough to catch a few of my fave shows while I &lt;strike&gt;eat ice cream&lt;/strike&gt; fold laundry on weeknights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the weekends I miss it.&amp;#160; I miss it because there’s nothing to watch while I &lt;strike&gt;eat ice cream&lt;/strike&gt; feed the baby but OPB shows.&amp;#160; How to crochet, how to cook, how to build an old house, how to turn your trash into a beautiful garden.&amp;#160; All of which are not my forte`.&amp;#160; Then there’s stinking Fons and Porter’s Love of Quilting.&amp;#160; They show me sewing machine tricks and new special products just for quilters.&amp;#160; They get me excited thinking quilting is so easy.&amp;#160; They show me all the tricks and tips to turn this-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVR7uCBJC5I/AAAAAAAADrY/VKE2Zzea__g/s1600-h/mondo1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="mondo1" border="0" alt="mondo1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVR7vrXZZuI/AAAAAAAADrc/rfiYgVrPyw8/mondo1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="543" height="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Into a nice manageable lap quilt easy enough for someone that doesn’t quilt but really wants to have cute quilts around to make.&amp;#160; Here’s the problem Mrs. Fons and Mrs. Porter, some of us don’t need your encouragement.&amp;#160; Some of us need to have their rotary cutters and self healing mats revoked.&amp;#160; Some of us (okay maybe just me) get angry when things don’t work out like you say even if they tweaked the pattern so much there’s no possible way you could be to blame.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVR7xc0mDAI/AAAAAAAADrg/IAedZCmU5HA/s1600-h/mondo%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="mondo" border="0" alt="mondo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVR7yOS9lhI/AAAAAAAADrk/H6tJt28IDjE/mondo_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="547" height="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you know what that is?&amp;#160; No, it’s not a quilt.&amp;#160; That my friends is a picture of the world’s largest quilt &lt;em&gt;block&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; One. Block.&amp;#160; I have 4 more just like her. Have I ever mentioned that I suck at math? I have no idea how I’m going to handle this beast once I get it all together.&amp;#160; That’s one chubby lap quilt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I always have Bob Ross to make me feel better.&amp;#160; He always tells me &amp;quot;We don't have mistakes here, we just have happy accidents.&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; One gigantic happy accident.&amp;#160; I think I’ll stick with Masterpiece Classics from now on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-1232536390739944972?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why??" /><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641112538307265405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/S4wRu45ZGzI/AAAAAAAAC74/BvEZqNuWz18/S220/00mecropped.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TVR7vrXZZuI/AAAAAAAADrc/rfiYgVrPyw8/s72-c/mondo1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-fons-and-porter-why.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBSHc-cSp7ImA9Wx9VFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634045839683496094.post-5332013140006297273</id><published>2011-02-01T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:34:19.959-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T15:34:19.959-08:00</app:edited><title>Are you sure?</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey Mary, did you get into the sixlets? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#be275c"&gt;Hmm Hummum.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TUiYZZGOihI/AAAAAAAADq0/uWO9XMzvFvQ/s1600-h/00mack%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mack" border="0" alt="00mack" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TUiYaLLxgnI/AAAAAAAADq4/n-qovDWgImI/00mack_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can I see your hand?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#be275c"&gt;WwHhy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TUiYbuJkiqI/AAAAAAAADq8/W6YcvErdiQg/s1600-h/00mack2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mack2" border="0" alt="00mack2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TUiYcREXoXI/AAAAAAAADrA/wKQZPo5yHf4/00mack2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" height="493" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause it looks like you did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#be275c"&gt;Oh, you’re right! That’s funny right mom? I ate an apple before though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TUiYd2pH31I/AAAAAAAADrE/OAVk0osnmT4/s1600-h/00mack3%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00mack3" border="0" alt="00mack3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TUiYenMmrKI/AAAAAAAADrI/ROTkA47thGs/00mack3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" height="519" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a smidgen of my day.&amp;#160; In all seriousness I wasn’t mad.&amp;#160; We have a 25 lb. box of them and I’m using them as potty treats to train Kennedy.&amp;#160; No it doesn’t take 25 lbs. of waxy chocolate to train a toddler.&amp;#160; Just 15.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jake caught a bug this week so between a sick baby and Miss Tinkles she had a 95% chance of actually getting away with it.&amp;#160; Ah kids, gotta love ‘em or gotta lump ‘em.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;If I get another call from the school about her or more girl trauma from my oldest I might take the latter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a fantastic Tuesday.&amp;#160; I’m pulling out some Plume charm squares tonight… hopefully they turn into something and not just more dust catchers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-5332013140006297273?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;font size="1"&gt;maybe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of the littlest boy, here are some pictures and an update for Grandma.&amp;#160; Not the cutest background ever for a photo shoot but you’ve got to get them while they’re willing!&amp;#160; He’s 2 months old and 12 lbs of cooing smiling mama’s boy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TT4Oc9-7TkI/AAAAAAAADqg/RkSXGS4hMDI/s1600-h/00jakey1%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jakey1" border="0" alt="00jakey1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TT4OdRXDGEI/AAAAAAAADqk/-d0G0gbijjM/00jakey1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" height="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TT4OebdGxLI/AAAAAAAADqo/lx-YFyv4AiQ/s1600-h/00jakey%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="00jakey" border="0" alt="00jakey" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ALVBkBqkSnU/TT4OfQlMPHI/AAAAAAAADqs/vphqoA0J0w0/00jakey_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; Back to snuggling I go.&amp;#160; Have a fantastic Monday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8634045839683496094-3091439463397658786?l=bridgetbaxter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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