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Yeah I am a mess.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mainly because she is like all grown. She has gotten taller in the past week. I swear it! Although it did make me feel a little better when I realized she was not only the youngest person in her class but the youngest one on stage during the whole recital. She did so good you guys!&lt;br /&gt;
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She kept talking about how excited she was. And kept asking who was coming. She verified with Mimi and Paw at least half a dozen times the day off to make sure they were coming. She knew they were all there to see her.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we took her out to lunch. Mexican. Hey she loves the chips and dip. At the resteraunt she proceeded to entertain everyone with her renidition of twinkle twinkle and Monkeys jumping on the bed. At the top of her lungs. She warming up for her big performance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we went home to start our day of beauty. I painted her nails red to match her outfit. We teased, curled and sprayed her hair into a perfect ballerina bun. She even got to wear a little blush and glitter on her face for the special day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Daddy who swore he would never ever go to a recital if we had a little girl got up at seven in the morning to stand in line for tickets. He was first in line and we were first row. She whined a little when I dropped her off in the dressing room so I could go get me seat. But I promised we would come get her as soon as she did her dance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being the little ones in the show they got all the giggles and aaahhhhs throughout the whole show. Here is the video. She is the one in the back on the far left. You can't really see her in the beginning but her shining moment is when she leads the circle prance. Then you can see her plain as day the second half of the dance. She was so tiny on the big stage. But she was my big star! &lt;br /&gt;
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Afterwards she got flowers and balloons from Brooke and Daddy that went backstage to get her. She ran out to meet us at our seat and gave me a huge hug and screamed "mommy I did so good!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes you did Lily! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kim was a sorority sister of mine. We pledged together. Lived in the house together. Were both active in Chi Omega after graduation. We both advised chapters, and attended convention together last year. I remember when we met&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Letitia Niemeier Fulkerson (our national president). We were such nerds. So excited like we were meeting the most famous person ever! And I remember how shy I thought she was when we first met. Boy was I wrong! I still think her big sister brought her out of her shell and showed us the true Kim that was hiding. I still have pictures of us all young and carefree where I swear she looks the same as the last time I saw her! How she never seemed to age. We all drooled over her job after college at ESPN. I mean how cool does that sound? And how jealous I was seeing her facebook status Wednesday saying she had landed in Hawaii. Where her life ended not 24 hours later. While we didn't speak every day or even every month when we did see each other it was like no time had passed. She was always smiling, laughing, and was genuinely a great person. We lost a beautiful person for no apparent reason. Sometimes life and death is so hard to understand or defend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think her sudden loss will have a positive impact in some aspects. At least in my life. I think we often take for granted our lives and how precious each day is. So I hopefully have a little bit of a better outlook. In her honor I was a little nicer at work today, helped someone instead of saying that's not my job, gave my daughter that extra snuggle and kiss, gave my husband an extra I love you before I went to bed, and called my mom just to say hi. You just never know if that will be the last words you say to someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;While nothing heals the loss of a young friend, I hope that I can honor her and maintain my "reality check" about how lucky I really am. How much I really have even though I complain about what I lack. How much love I am surrounded by because I am not alone. How many smiles, and hugs I get from a little girl that looks just like her Daddy even when I feel overwhelmed by the whole business of parenting. Because to me that is what is important. And I am determined to find the good in the loss of a dear sister. Thank you Kim for all you have given those lives you have touched. I know I am grateful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love in Chi Omega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I downloaded this Thursday. Before I found out. It seems fitting now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"If I Die Young"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Band Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;
Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;
Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uh oh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother&lt;br /&gt;
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and&lt;br /&gt;
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no&lt;br /&gt;
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;
I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;
Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;
Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;
I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom&lt;br /&gt;
I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've&lt;br /&gt;
Never known the lovin' of a man&lt;br /&gt;
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a&lt;br /&gt;
Boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,&lt;br /&gt;
Who would have thought forever could be severed by&lt;br /&gt;
The sharp knife of a short life, well,&lt;br /&gt;
I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;
What I never did is done&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'&lt;br /&gt;
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;
Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;
Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uh oh (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;
Go with peace and love&lt;br /&gt;
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;
I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I entered the Cary Spring Daze (formerly Lazy Daze) photo contest this year. I need your support. Come out this weekend and vote for my pictures for people's choice! The festival is going on from 9-5 on Saturday. The picture contest is in the Boat House. Here is a link to the map. Hope to see you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Send out to anyone you know that is heading out to the festival this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
from across the parking lot Lily spotted him and that is when it started. The screaming. Not the screams of a scared little girl but the screams of raw excitement. I would be lieing if I said I didn't feel that way on the inside! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lily literal starts running down the parking lot. (all the while trying to finish the muffin she was in the middle of eating). "Mr. Wuf Mr Wuf!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well I am proud to say Lily lived my dream on Saturday. I like to think it was a shared dream the way she took off across the parking lot (supervised of course). And boy was she proud to show off that wolf sign!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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And you know what? I forgot to take my picture with him because I was so excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is Lily reading Libby a night night story&lt;br /&gt;
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1. To avoid STDs, crabs, other people's urine and general grossness of public restrooms or worse portapotties!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Tailgate peeing. No toilet involved, same talent.&lt;br /&gt;
3. To avoid a cold toilet seat at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the other day Lily was in the potty and as I walked by I saw her sitting down. As her bottom hit the seat her little face squished up and this is the conversation that followed&lt;br /&gt;
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Lily: "Mommy? Why the toilet seat cold?"&lt;br /&gt;
Me: "Learned that the hard way didn't you Lily?"&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: &amp;nbsp;:&lt;i&gt;Dissappointed&lt;/i&gt;: "Yeah my booty booty is cold"&lt;br /&gt;
Me: "Reason number 1001 that is sucks to be a girl.."&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: "&lt;i&gt;face still squished&lt;/i&gt;: "Brrrrrr"&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is to teaching Lily this valuable life lesson in the years to come. It comes in handy in the middle of the night, in public restrooms, and in our guest bathroom where the toilet seat is just a little wobbly. Don't worry you only have fifteen more years until your tall enough. I apologize for that gene by the way. Until then I recommend learning how to not squish up your face like that when you hit the seat. That leads to this annoying wrinkle in between Mommy's eyebrows and her desire for botox. But that lesson is for another day and is reason 1002 that is sucks to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what was found on my point and shoot upon my return to vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Michele and I before Yard Drink: Night One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_cUb4W7Vk4/TZKFhRFwS2I/AAAAAAAAE9U/_liu1hFgdxc/s1600/DSC03928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_cUb4W7Vk4/TZKFhRFwS2I/AAAAAAAAE9U/_liu1hFgdxc/s640/DSC03928.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little later....five Guinness and two buckets deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgF7yLaIbsg/TZKFnn-5e0I/AAAAAAAAE9c/x2RxLioI49g/s1600/DSC03934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgF7yLaIbsg/TZKFnn-5e0I/AAAAAAAAE9c/x2RxLioI49g/s640/DSC03934.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The end of the night...more buckets deep than we care to admit. Also followed by a search for firefly vodka and lemonades. To no success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPIehFuLnSo/TZKFkymKrTI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/-MavMUPWscs/s1600/DSC03933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPIehFuLnSo/TZKFkymKrTI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/-MavMUPWscs/s640/DSC03933.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The very end of the night when asked how much money I had lost! Or wait was that about how many types of sweet tea vodka I tried? Or was it irish car bombs? Oh dear lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpED2BfGt9c/TZKFqxWOJTI/AAAAAAAAE9g/DyuNneBcGJQ/s1600/DSC03936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpED2BfGt9c/TZKFqxWOJTI/AAAAAAAAE9g/DyuNneBcGJQ/s640/DSC03936.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh you would think no one but Michele and I were on this trip!! Oh wait I guess Steve was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grIkmTfhbpE/TZKFdy9U5SI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wilI6MKoxlM/s1600/DSC03926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grIkmTfhbpE/TZKFdy9U5SI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wilI6MKoxlM/s640/DSC03926.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And photographic proof that we were there to celebrate little bro's birthday...not just to take self tonsil portraits. And no ladies I did not photoshop the chick. Yes I hate her too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCwoT_R2Vos/TZKFuMM5P0I/AAAAAAAAE9k/VZWSmmMyUC4/s1600/DSC03932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCwoT_R2Vos/TZKFuMM5P0I/AAAAAAAAE9k/VZWSmmMyUC4/s640/DSC03932.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So those that don't know me now know this. If you see me drinking out in public remove the camera out of my hands. Because ya'll no one needs to see my tonsils (or red tongue).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This would have only been better if JT was in the scene in his leotard! (SNL...anyone? :crickets:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5aFYWo6ees/TZFH68ZgXrI/AAAAAAAAE8s/3AlKYtjcRtE/s1600/MAR_3585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5aFYWo6ees/TZFH68ZgXrI/AAAAAAAAE8s/3AlKYtjcRtE/s640/MAR_3585.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aw1RuBVOCxk/TZFH-H9S6dI/AAAAAAAAE8w/ZypcpS8RzDs/s1600/MAR_3586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aw1RuBVOCxk/TZFH-H9S6dI/AAAAAAAAE8w/ZypcpS8RzDs/s640/MAR_3586.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shoulda put a ring on it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBBX7rjUKyc/TZFIAX2LzuI/AAAAAAAAE80/x7nwYPHmo7Q/s1600/MAR_3587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBBX7rjUKyc/TZFIAX2LzuI/AAAAAAAAE80/x7nwYPHmo7Q/s640/MAR_3587.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stephaine: Little Monster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-F0BRyVnyk/TZFIEyeoHGI/AAAAAAAAE84/P6QQQ0Ce0eU/s1600/MAR_3591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-F0BRyVnyk/TZFIEyeoHGI/AAAAAAAAE84/P6QQQ0Ce0eU/s640/MAR_3591.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See I told ya'll he wudn't dead!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcQ7rxdy0Ig/TZFIJlzLgmI/AAAAAAAAE88/EwvYr5XWIZU/s1600/MAR_3595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcQ7rxdy0Ig/TZFIJlzLgmI/AAAAAAAAE88/EwvYr5XWIZU/s640/MAR_3595.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was the best part. I took my picture here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSxSBSx0-FA/TZFIMLFhqmI/AAAAAAAAE9A/AtgAkzedx64/s1600/MAR_3612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSxSBSx0-FA/TZFIMLFhqmI/AAAAAAAAE9A/AtgAkzedx64/s640/MAR_3612.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She took hers here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZxMD-F30Gw/TZFIPpUbbxI/AAAAAAAAE9E/JdTq5x_zjio/s1600/MAR_3615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZxMD-F30Gw/TZFIPpUbbxI/AAAAAAAAE9E/JdTq5x_zjio/s640/MAR_3615.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am always cleaning up!&lt;br /&gt;
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complete with eye roll, huff, and throwing blocks into bin.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is like I asked Michael to scrub a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I have to do it Mommy. I'm tasty."&lt;br /&gt;
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Well that clears that up. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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He claims it is because he is old and wakes up anyway so why not let me sleep. I agree. But this weekend I figured out the real reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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All before I got up out of bed the following occurred in my household:&lt;br /&gt;
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A game of CandyLand&lt;br /&gt;
A game of Chutes and Ladders&lt;br /&gt;
Storytime&lt;br /&gt;
Playtime outside on the playground&lt;br /&gt;
Hide and Seek in our front and back yard&lt;br /&gt;
Pretending the playground was a pirate ship&lt;br /&gt;
Pretending the pirate ship was being attacked by an alligator&lt;br /&gt;
Killing an alligator&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the morning, while Mommy was still asleep, Lily came in from outside and said "Thanks Daddy. That was fun."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What these pictures don't show is after this kid above her shoots her. I hide her behind the wall, take her gun, and take matters into my own hands. Da Eads: 1. Kid picking on the two year old girl: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She loved the laser tag. I thought she was way to young. And while she had no chance of winning she hung with the boys. With no fear. That's my girl....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mommy: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: Who is a big fairy? Like a BIG FAIRY!?&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: What are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: Daddy. Daddy is a big fairy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Five minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;
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:&lt;i&gt;enter Daddy post haircut&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: Daddy!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Daddy: What's up Lily?&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: Daddy? Your hair fall out? &lt;br /&gt;
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God I love this child. Entertainment (and Daddy torture) for days. &lt;br /&gt;
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Introducing LilyMae my new photoblog!&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday night I had it all planned out. Dinner, take hope ice cream, eaten in bed with the whole family and latest Tinkerbell movie. I was quite excited. More about the ice cream than the movie choice but these are details. Well we didn't start the movie until like 9:30 so needless to say we all three fell asleep in our king sized bed like one big (and extremely stuffed full of ice cream) family. Which was fine. Until Sunday morning....&lt;br /&gt;
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I had requested eggs and grits Sunday morning so Michael being the awesome husband he is got up early and went to the grocery store. When the front door shut I heard it and stirred a bit. But quickly dozed back off. For thirty more seconds until I heard a concerning whine coming from behind me. So I rolled over....right into it. &lt;br /&gt;
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The massive diarrhea explosion that had come out of my sweet little darling. &lt;br /&gt;
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How does something so precious make something so disgusting. It was like a scene from a Saw movie. It was everywhere! And it was now all over her, me, and the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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So yes it took me fifteen minutes to get us both in the shower and cleaned up. This was all before my morning caffeine. NOT. HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;
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Luckily Michael came home as I was getting out of the shower with flowers and breakfast goods. Oh and just in time to help me clean up the toilet that used by our bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lily: Daddy. You have a really big butt. &lt;br /&gt;
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whwhwwhahahahahahaaha. &lt;br /&gt;
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My kid is awesomely entertaining on a daily basis. This is why Bill Cosby made a living off these little suckers. &lt;br /&gt;
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Okay I have to say I must have a fear of ducks that I didn't know about. These animals are CRAZY! Well let me correct that. The ducks are hungry the seagulls ARE CRAZY!!!! I felt like I was surrounded by the finding nemo birds.."MINE! MINE! MINE!" &lt;br /&gt;
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I literally was attacked by the damn birds. Attacked I tell you! &lt;br /&gt;
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She had a really good time. We fed the ducks and then Michael talked me into doing the paddle boats. For which I was repayed with not being able to walk for three days. Totally worth it though. The site of all three of us on a paddle boat squeezed onto the front row in bright life vests had to be priceless. Until the seagulls figured out we had Doritos! Then it was "MINE MINE MINE" all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was obviously one excited little girl! Her favorite was the elephants! Followed by the tigers. Apparently we should have just taken her to the zoo. The cool cirque type acts they had she was bored with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;:Grabs a Tinkerbell blanket out of my hands:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: My Blanket Punk! &lt;br /&gt;
When did Debo move into my house? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;:When I got out of the shower:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: Mommy there is your butt!!&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: Sweetie that is not my butt....&lt;br /&gt;
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Lily: Mommy I want to hear the bumblebee song! &lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: &lt;i&gt;:singing:&lt;/i&gt; I'm bring home a baby bumblebee....&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: No not THAT one! The "imma be imma be imma be" &lt;i&gt;:in tune to Black eyed Peas Imma Be:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Black eyed peas? Really! In her defense it does sound like he is calling himself a bee.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am cooking. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mommy: What do you want to be when you grow up? A doctor? A photographer?&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: No Mommy I be a princess. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lily: Mommy? &lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: Yes Lily&lt;br /&gt;
Lily: You are stinky.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy: Why I am I stinky?&lt;br /&gt;
Lily :&lt;i&gt;matter of factly&lt;/i&gt;: Because your a poopydoo. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is not that I do not thoroughly enjoy the writing aspect but we cannot have it all. In an ideal world I would not have a day job, I would snap pictures of my perfect two year old in perfect outfits, always perfectly smiling, and then write amazing memories on a daily basis of my cool and sheik life as a mod mom. But real life is not so grand. I have started spending a lot of time and energy on my family, my real job, and finally my love of all things pictures. I have been busy taking classes, investing in equipment and I am even considering a photography club. Yeah I am a nerd. I know. No judgment zone people! &lt;br /&gt;
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