<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409</id><updated>2011-12-27T21:57:05.081-06:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='guitar hero'/><category term='illness'/><category term='Bryan&apos;s birthday'/><category term='1st birthday party'/><category term='Picture of Kylee'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Jackson'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Easter 2010'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='no kids'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='family'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='Water heater'/><category 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Scott'/><category term='misc.'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='words'/><category term='eating'/><category term='mall'/><category term='wreck'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='career'/><category term='shots'/><category term='Kyleeisms'/><category term='rodeo'/><category term='Shower'/><title type='text'>Our Online Tome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Age 4:&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "Mommy every time I take a drink it goes down my stroke."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What you didn't have a stroke?"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "You know it goes down my stroke and into my tummy."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh you mean your throat?"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "Yeah that's what I said, my stroke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We are keeping my sister's dogs for a week. Bailey often follows them around and repeats what she hears us saying to them. She loves to throw the ball and have Wallace bring it back. When she throws it she says, "catch!" I have never heard her say that before. She also hears us tell the dogs to hush when they start barking so now she goes around and tells them to "ush." Too cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7249381950785758478?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7249381950785758478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7249381950785758478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7249381950785758478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7249381950785758478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/12/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5420328474544534312</id><published>2011-12-24T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:13:32.967-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Too long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7-j2swLtlM/TvaiPdu1cWI/AAAAAAAABXc/uYvutlqFuIM/s320/100_2900.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59qkLU0H-ow/TvaibmEkMbI/AAAAAAAABXs/vs4pS_EMbmM/s1600/100_3251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59qkLU0H-ow/TvaibmEkMbI/AAAAAAAABXs/vs4pS_EMbmM/s320/100_3251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel bad that I have made only a handful of posts in Bailey's life. So I need to update about her. She is 21 month old now and has such a sweet personality. She still like to snuggle every morning when she gets up and lots of times throughout the day. She is definitely a Mama's girl. She probably says Mama and Mommy about a thousand times a day. While I know it drives me crazy now, I will long for her sweet little voice in days to come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bailey likes to do everything that her older sister does. She loves to play with markers, paints and anything else that you wouldn't normally let a 21 month old play with. But it is hard when you have an older sister that is doing so many fun activities. She has only drawn on the couch twice :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is talking a lot. Her favorite words are no, uh-huh, juice (which is odd since she doesn't drink any juice), dister, dog-dog, pat-pat (movie), mine, and banket. She can say a lot more and we are amazed at the things she comes up with everyday. She always has a blanket in her hands, but isn't particular to a certain one. It just has to have a soft and silky side.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She likes to impress us with her tricks and say "ta-da." She has always been a great sleeper and we are so thankful. She goes to bed at 7 every night and sleeps until 6:45. She only wakes up if she is teething or has an ear infection. She is just starting to notice that others stay up later than her and she might miss something. But if we take her in the other room and read her a couple of books and sing some songs she is usually okay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bailey is still very small. She is in the 5th percentile in height and weight. We still give her formula once a day because she just doesn't eat very many different things. She loves her formula and cries when you give her plain milk. She has a big belly so we don't fear that she isn't getting enough calories. I do feel that I treat her a little bit more like a baby than an almost 2 year old because she is so tiny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She also has the sweetest disposition. It is really hard to get upset with her because you know that her intentions are sweet. Well most of the time...she likes to run in the street, color on anything except paper, pull Mommy's earrings, and scream when she doesn't get her way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bailey likes to entertain us with such games as peek-a-book, pronounced "peek-boo," run away from Mommy and Daddy and giggle and act like she doesn't want to be tickled, but always comes back for more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am still waiting for her hair to grow out. I can only put it in a whale spout on top of her head. Bryan calls it a pole lol! She has started telling us when she has pooped. Sometimes she tells us that she pooped when she has peed, but at least she knows that there is something going on down there. Today I ignored her and paid for it! She told me she pooped and then I got distracted and forgot all about it. The next thing I knew there was poop on the floor that had come through her pants. It was GROSS! Lots of wipes and a bath later we were better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kylee will be 4 in just a couple of weeks and I must say that 3 has been very difficult. She is still trying to figure out what she can get away with, but is so sensitive that any kind of scolding really sends her into a mess. She always thinks that we are mad at her if she gets in trouble and is constantly apologizing. We of course assure her that we are not mad, but that it is our job to make sure that she learns how to behave etc. I think she gets her sensitivity from her Daddy and that is something that I love about both of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is really into cutting everything up. I know that it is good for her fine motor skills to practice this skill, but I get really tired of picking up all of the pieces. Plus she thinks that everything that she cuts is very special! Luckily when she gets up in the morning she doesn't remember these special pieces and doesn't notice that I have thrown them away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kylee is really into cooking with me. She loves to pull a chair up next to me when I am doing anything in the kitchen. Her favorite is washing the dishes, but now that we got new floors that don't do really well with lots of water, I have to watch her carefully. She really loves anything with water. She would take 4 baths a day if I would let her. Sometimes I let her take a bath so that I can get stuff done :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kylee is very protective of me. If Jonathan and I get in a disagreement she quickly tells Daddy to leave me alone. It is cute, but can get on Daddy's nerves fast. She is protective of her sister too. Sometimes she will randomly knock her down, but she won't let anyone else do it to her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She comes up with some really cute sayings. Her most recent one is, "You're breaking my heart!" She recently said this to Nonny and Papa when they decided to go home instead of spending the night with us. She also likes to tell us how crazy we are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love both of my girls and they are growing up way too fast. I am scared to have a third because I am afraid the days will go by even quicker.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5420328474544534312?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5420328474544534312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5420328474544534312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5420328474544534312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5420328474544534312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-long.html' title='Too long!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7By3k4DuJ0/Tvahw6SoayI/AAAAAAAABWk/O8Y1ain9i2o/s72-c/100_3360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-472611244194455080</id><published>2011-09-02T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:18:08.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Third Time's a Charm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just got done with one of the busiest weeks that I have had in a long time! I am starting my third year as the director of the Belton Christian Preschool. We had our teacher inservice on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Thursday morning was meet the teacher and that night I had a new parent orientation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The orientation started at 6:30 and I was a little nervous when no one was there at 6:20, but we ended up having about 20-25 families there. It was pretty informal and I didn't have to use the microphone. I was so nervous about it, but I thought it went pretty well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been working such long hours this week that I have hardly seen my kids. When I ran home Thursday to eat some dinner before the meeting, both Kylee and Bailey ate dinner in my lap. It was really sweet actually. We have done pretty much nothing today. All of us took a 2 1/2 hour nap! It was very awesome. We also ventured out to Chick-fil-a for lunch and I let them play a little. It was nice to spend a whole day with them. This week makes me very thankful that I don't have to work full-time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I never saw myself becoming a preschool director, but God always has his own plans for me. I am very thankful that he plans my life and not me. This is my third year and I feel like I know a little bit about what I am doing this year. My kiddos did get to meet their teachers, but I didn't get pictures. I will get some on the first day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-472611244194455080?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/472611244194455080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=472611244194455080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/472611244194455080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/472611244194455080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/09/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Time&apos;s a Charm!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5305116242582375995</id><published>2011-08-29T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:07:53.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey 17 months'/><title type='text'>The Mess</title><content type='html'>I took the girls with me to get my van inspected the other day and we were sitting in the lobby. A lady came in and saw Bailey and was talking to her. Kylee ran over (to make sure she got some attention too) and said to the lady, "This is my sister Bailey, she is a mess." The lady and I laughed and I remembered how kids always quote you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is very busy all of the time. She is always getting into something. We have most of our cabinets child proofed, but we are going to have to go back and do our drawers for Bailey. Her favorite drawer is the one in the end table by the couch. I have found all kinds of treasure in there: apples, bannanas, crackers just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to throw things in the trash. The other day Jonathan went out to the garage to get another corn dog from the freezer. Bailey followed him out there and he asked her to bring the corn dog to me in the kitchen. I was washing dishes and didn't even notice that she came in. When he got back from the garage he asked me if I had his corn dog. I said no and we went and found Bailey, no corn dog with her either. We searched the house. Guess where it was: the trash can. Luckily it was one that was individually packaged and salvageable. I have to check the trash a couple of times a day to get bowls, spoons and cups out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is saying a few more things, but they are pretty random and she might say them one day and not the next. I have heard her say sister, backpack, pancake, mama, dada, daddy, help, shoe and pease. She doesn't really say no yet, but she loves to shake her head no even if her real answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is starting to care if Kylee takes her toys so I am doing a lot more refereeing. My girls are not cuddly with each other. I have to make Kylee give Bailey a kiss when she goes to bed. But I think it is just because they are so busy. They are only snuggly with me after they get hurt, do something wrong or are tired. I am a loving mom, but they are independent kiddos I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sweet video of Bailey rocking her babies. I know it is a long one, but I don't know how to edit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/AbFx9AhFezM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AbFx9AhFezM?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AbFx9AhFezM?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5305116242582375995?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5305116242582375995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5305116242582375995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5305116242582375995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5305116242582375995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/08/mess.html' title='The Mess'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1997406185454472468</id><published>2011-08-26T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:49:44.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Goodnight Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jl60xpNQItg/Tlhab6L329I/AAAAAAAABWY/INI11Ow1g-s/s1600/goodnight+moon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jl60xpNQItg/Tlhab6L329I/AAAAAAAABWY/INI11Ow1g-s/s1600/goodnight+moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Tonight I read an oldy but goody to Kylee, &lt;u&gt;Goodnight Moon&lt;/u&gt;. We read this every single night until she was about 2 years old. I can't remember exactly when we let go of the tradition, but Jonathan and I still have it memorized. I remember reading it and asking Kylee to point to the different pictures that we mentioned. She would get excited about the colored pages and looked a little bored when we read the black and white ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I read the same book to my 3 1/2 year old. Boy was it a different experience. I recently purchased a night light that is a moon when it is time to sleep and a sun shine when it is time to get up. The idea is that it will teach your child to sleep later (or really just stay in her bed/room). Kylee has been getting up about 6 every morning and coming in our room. She lays on the floor, but never goes back to sleep. She sucks her fingers very loudly, sings and talks. I can doze, but I don't get to go back to sleep. On days that I have to go to work I am up and getting ready when she comes in and it messes with my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jl60xpNQItg/Tlhab6L329I/AAAAAAAABWY/INI11Ow1g-s/s1600/goodnight+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2luMfCmtUg/Tlha0sc3y5I/AAAAAAAABWc/Jin3JWsaKso/s1600/100_2791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2luMfCmtUg/Tlha0sc3y5I/AAAAAAAABWc/Jin3JWsaKso/s320/100_2791.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, back to the book. I thought it would be a good idea to read this book to her to go along with the discussion of the new nightlight. The website offered a book to read with the nightlight, but I opted to save my money on that purchase. While we were reading tonight instead of pointing and naming the pictures, Kylee was asking questions. Why is there a little house, does it belong to the mouse? What is the little old lady making? These are just small examples of how my baby is growing up. I ask her every day to stay little for me. She says, "I can't Mom I have to grow, but I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight stars.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight air.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight noises everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1997406185454472468?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1997406185454472468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1997406185454472468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1997406185454472468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1997406185454472468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodnight-moon.html' title='Goodnight Moon'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jl60xpNQItg/Tlhab6L329I/AAAAAAAABWY/INI11Ow1g-s/s72-c/goodnight+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1702687300336649039</id><published>2011-07-24T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:18:24.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Today was the day...</title><content type='html'>Kylee is three and a half. I have found that three is much more challenging than two! Now she is opinionated and can also voice it. So today it happened...we were in church and one of the elders was doing the communion devo (imagine an auditorium full of people who are intently listening to this devo). Kylee was not responding to me when I asked her to stop singing at the top of her lungs. I gave her a warning and asked if I needed to take her out to give her a spank. Of course she said no, but didn't stop the behavior. I stepped out to the aisle and snapped my fingers and told her that she needed to come with me. This is when it happened. At the top of her lungs this is what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"No Mommy I don't want a spank."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I won't talk anymore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I promise I will listen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Mommy I just love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Can't we just talk about this??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I was walking to the back of the auditorium I was laughing and everyone that I walked by was also laughing. So we went into the bathroom and I did spank her and we talked about her behavior. Then as I was walking back to our seat everyone was still snickering as I walked past. Just in case that wasn't bad enough. As the preacher was leaving after his sermon, he stopped by our pew to find out who it was that was protesting. I had to admit it was my Kylee. Needless to say I have heard all about it all day from everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee does have a sweet side as you know :) We have been working very hard to get her to not carry around her silky 24/7. In case you don't know what "silky" is...it is a former silky robe that went with a night gown. It is purple and her absolute favorite part about it is this little bitty belt loop. She puts that pointy part right under her nose while she sucks her fingers. Silky has gotten her through a lot of tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are hoping to break her of sucking her fingers when she turns four so it starts by breaking her of silky. So for the last week or so we have told her that she has to leave it in her bed. We saw her doctor the other day and he told her how big girls leave their silkies in their beds. She does whatever Dr. Burke says, so that was a good start. Plus now I can blame it on Dr. Burke when she gets upset. The first couple of days I wanted to pull my hair out, but it is better now. I have to remind her to go put it back on her bed, but there is very little protesting. Little Bailey knows that purple silky belongs to Kylee and brought it out of her room the other day and handed it to Kylee. It was the sweetest thing ever. I let Kylee keep it for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some much needed updated pics of Kylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fv2hGEoUwt4/TizP5tqQrEI/AAAAAAAABV4/ki8zIINNofM/s1600/102_2558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fv2hGEoUwt4/TizP5tqQrEI/AAAAAAAABV4/ki8zIINNofM/s320/102_2558.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCoI6YKQbd0/TizQJrHRw-I/AAAAAAAABV8/AaBjyS5Tq30/s1600/102_2719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCoI6YKQbd0/TizQJrHRw-I/AAAAAAAABV8/AaBjyS5Tq30/s320/102_2719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This ice cream is so good, it takes me to another place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQMKW6lilfk/TizQXZO_u-I/AAAAAAAABWA/HsmtXyYxA78/s1600/102_2716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQMKW6lilfk/TizQXZO_u-I/AAAAAAAABWA/HsmtXyYxA78/s320/102_2716.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She only thought she was going to get out of a picture with her mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Se8KM91MKf0/TizQlKWpruI/AAAAAAAABWE/mmiaabFg4vg/s1600/102_2695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Se8KM91MKf0/TizQlKWpruI/AAAAAAAABWE/mmiaabFg4vg/s320/102_2695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playing at the Salado creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbVbAr4fdL0/TizQ0botwJI/AAAAAAAABWI/W2Qv41uuad4/s1600/102_2678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbVbAr4fdL0/TizQ0botwJI/AAAAAAAABWI/W2Qv41uuad4/s320/102_2678.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sisters watching Busytown Mysteries. Notice silky in hand and sister has her silky blanket too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_AjZxEfVOo/TizREYR1VgI/AAAAAAAABWM/KY1e9dNY4Jc/s1600/102_2668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_AjZxEfVOo/TizREYR1VgI/AAAAAAAABWM/KY1e9dNY4Jc/s320/102_2668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playing pretty pretty princess with her daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9twf-3L_CW0/TizRTC_Oa-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/AoO_MEs0OJM/s1600/102_2667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9twf-3L_CW0/TizRTC_Oa-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/AoO_MEs0OJM/s320/102_2667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy9ZAXQaVJg/TizRzt0bk5I/AAAAAAAABWU/G0UVrt2TY0A/s1600/DSC_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jy9ZAXQaVJg/TizRzt0bk5I/AAAAAAAABWU/G0UVrt2TY0A/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1702687300336649039?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1702687300336649039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1702687300336649039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1702687300336649039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1702687300336649039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-was-day.html' title='Today was the day...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fv2hGEoUwt4/TizP5tqQrEI/AAAAAAAABV4/ki8zIINNofM/s72-c/102_2558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6839792512660003112</id><published>2011-07-22T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:59:47.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>So Bailey is 16 months old and I think I have only blogged about her a handful of times. So this post is for you, miniature! She is getting so big and has such a great personality. We really got to see her personality come out when big sister went to spend a couple of days with Grandma and Bailey stayed home with us. She actually has a great sense of humor and loves to interact with us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her 15 month appt we found out that she was in the 5 percentile for height (no surprise), but only the 25 for weight. The doctor didn't seem concerned, but I explained how Bailey just doesn't eat. She has always been picky. She NEVER at any baby food to speak of.&amp;nbsp; I tried everything, homemade, mixed with other things, cold, hot, you name it. Here are the few things that she will eat: oatmeal, cereal, apple slices (she just started those), yogurt puffs, yogurt covered raisins, gogurt if she is in the mood (won't go near regular yogurt bc she can't hold it), soft pretzels, rolls, corn, green beans (if she is in the mood), gerber spaghettio rings, mac and cheese and sweets. That may sound like a lot, but you have to remember that she might eat one of these foods one night and not touch it for another week. For a while she loved hot dogs. Every time I made her one she would eat it. Now she won't touch them.So hardly any fruit or vegetables. I put our dinner in front of her every night and she shakes her head no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will not come anywhere close to juice. This doesn't really bother me since I don't see the point in giving your kids juice if they will drink water. And I have to warm her milk in the microwave for 30 seconds before she will drink it. I now put half pediasure and milk in her bottle/sippy cup in the morning and at night to give her some extra vitamins. But man is that stuff expensive. I think I would rather give her formula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey absolutely adores her big sister, except when she wants something that Kylee doesn't want to give her. The sometimes play in Kylee's room for minutes at a time, its very sweet. Bailey talks a lot, but we don't always understand it. She can say more and please in sign language and sometimes it breaks your heart because she will say please for something that she can't have. She often comes and says please to me and starts walking towards the kitchen. She gets me to follow her and open the pantry where she will hand me pediasure! lol! You want to give it to her just because she is so cute. Here are the words that you can understand: shoe, Daddy, no-no, mama, well and that's about it. LIke I said, she talks a lot but you just have no clue what she is saying. She says pat pat a lot. We aren't sure if that is for patty cake or to watch tv. She seems to say it and point to the ipod in the car. But then she also does it while clapping and rolling her hands. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcsFVD218U/Tion8Hdh0CI/AAAAAAAABVE/vCRmvxx5YGE/s1600/100_2136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcsFVD218U/Tion8Hdh0CI/AAAAAAAABVE/vCRmvxx5YGE/s320/100_2136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sister in the bath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_1ekQsLJnc/TiooFAEmFKI/AAAAAAAABVI/91lZ6tWd2yU/s1600/102_2538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_1ekQsLJnc/TiooFAEmFKI/AAAAAAAABVI/91lZ6tWd2yU/s320/102_2538.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some time for reflection at the zoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6kTnWRoJiE/TiooQtohplI/AAAAAAAABVM/-AOXbHIeUzE/s1600/102_2544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6kTnWRoJiE/TiooQtohplI/AAAAAAAABVM/-AOXbHIeUzE/s320/102_2544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do I have to be on here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwfHJ0F-8nw/TiooeFN-pkI/AAAAAAAABVQ/OWQg_NsZ_qQ/s1600/102_2564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwfHJ0F-8nw/TiooeFN-pkI/AAAAAAAABVQ/OWQg_NsZ_qQ/s320/102_2564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the few pictures where I am in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNpr7EalE_0/TiootPyqMqI/AAAAAAAABVU/sYNEoqsYwhA/s1600/102_2570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNpr7EalE_0/TiootPyqMqI/AAAAAAAABVU/sYNEoqsYwhA/s320/102_2570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Silly Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tvbz-OB9OAk/Tioo6P33wXI/AAAAAAAABVY/1sQ1C7D62To/s1600/102_2700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tvbz-OB9OAk/Tioo6P33wXI/AAAAAAAABVY/1sQ1C7D62To/s320/102_2700.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playing in the Salado creek. I don't think she likes how dirty the water is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2o0yzpQCcA/TiopIqeVldI/AAAAAAAABVc/M8FdiAhNOyA/s1600/102_2718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2o0yzpQCcA/TiopIqeVldI/AAAAAAAABVc/M8FdiAhNOyA/s320/102_2718.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My own serving of ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxBzVINxFnw/TiopWhK0oMI/AAAAAAAABVg/i6phXL5awEw/s1600/102_2707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxBzVINxFnw/TiopWhK0oMI/AAAAAAAABVg/i6phXL5awEw/s320/102_2707.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See Mommy I can drive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIblOfknoM/TioplXQJgCI/AAAAAAAABVk/StVmP67WdH8/s1600/102_2696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIblOfknoM/TioplXQJgCI/AAAAAAAABVk/StVmP67WdH8/s320/102_2696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yu9vY_Q-vQI/TiopzQlII7I/AAAAAAAABVo/qZW_7leOTIY/s1600/102_2665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yu9vY_Q-vQI/TiopzQlII7I/AAAAAAAABVo/qZW_7leOTIY/s320/102_2665.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er6iKClxD0c/TioqCYmmfFI/AAAAAAAABVs/8Sy9SR3n8qA/s1600/102_2652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er6iKClxD0c/TioqCYmmfFI/AAAAAAAABVs/8Sy9SR3n8qA/s320/102_2652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 4th of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6839792512660003112?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6839792512660003112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6839792512660003112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6839792512660003112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6839792512660003112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcsFVD218U/Tion8Hdh0CI/AAAAAAAABVE/vCRmvxx5YGE/s72-c/100_2136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7624547855986962564</id><published>2011-06-18T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:37:38.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun!</title><content type='html'>My children all love to swim. Bryan is here this weekend and we have gotten to swim the last two nights. We do not have a pool in our neighborhood, but we have one that is really close and some great friends that will let us borrow their keys. There is a baby pool and a big pool. The first time that we took Bailey she loved the baby pool b/c she can actually stand up. But she fell over very easily&amp;nbsp; if there were any "waves." We had a floaty for her, but she didn't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we went we brought a little round donut floaty for her and she could easily walk in the baby pool and not fall over. It was perfect until she decided that she would rather climb in and out of the pool than actually swim. This presented quite a challenge with her donut. It would not let her climb out of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of her trips from the big pool to the little pool tonight she was wearing her floaty and Daddy was right behind her. She got to the pool faster than Daddy and tripped over her floaty donut thing. So she fell into the baby pool head first. Needless to say IT TERRIFIED HER. We quickly scooped her up and she didn't even seem to have swallowed any water. All was well except for the tears of fear. Jonathan suggested that we try to get her to get back in the water so that she wouldn't be scared next time. I told him that I thought it might be a good idea for her to be a little more scared than she was this time at the pool. One time she was trying to back into the big pool. I had to jump in front of her so that I could catch her before she jumped in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loved the pool too. She is at such a fun age, but I haven't really gotten to play with her much because I am having to wrangle Bailey. She enjoys jumping in from the side and trying to swim while kicking her legs. I would love to enroll her in swimming lessons, but I think we will have to wait until next summer. We were having some swimming time together and her conversation made me quickly realize how much I have been working on VBS. She said, "Come on Mommy let's swim to VBS." I said, "Where is VBS." Kylee: "Oh its over here by the steps." Me: "What are you going to learn about at VBS?" Kylee: "Swimming lessons!" I guess we still have a ways to go LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7624547855986962564?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7624547855986962564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7624547855986962564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7624547855986962564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7624547855986962564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-551539530132624766</id><published>2011-06-10T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:30:18.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen and Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>We were out of town for almost a week and we just got back yesterday afternoon. We got to go down to Austin and visit Jonathan's sister and parents and then we got to see one of my nieces graduate from High School! Way to go Kim! After the graduation we loaded back up in the car and headed north to go visit my sister and her husband in DFW area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jonathan is still without a job, he happened to have some time off at the same time as me. Karen's husband Scott also had the week off, so they quickly got started on a manly project. They built a new floor for their shed and Jonathan constructed a pretty cool ramp. I always love to see my man in his tool belt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls favorite things about Karen and Scott's house are their dogs. They have two and also have to kennels. The girls loved to climb in those things. Kylee was trying to lock Bailey in and I looked up to find both of them in the kennel together. So cute. Please don't call CPS, they were only in there for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fqHG0WHTYE/TfLS0PUBB6I/AAAAAAAABU0/dW8t7ZNuxnA/s1600/IMAG0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fqHG0WHTYE/TfLS0PUBB6I/AAAAAAAABU0/dW8t7ZNuxnA/s320/IMAG0210.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sSsyVxd9Z4/TfLS9SLH3EI/AAAAAAAABU4/ZNzBi1dO3sw/s1600/IMAG0212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sSsyVxd9Z4/TfLS9SLH3EI/AAAAAAAABU4/ZNzBi1dO3sw/s320/IMAG0212.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9sIAx4nMDo/TfLTFQMrkVI/AAAAAAAABU8/-Kq0dXDz7KM/s1600/IMAG0214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9sIAx4nMDo/TfLTFQMrkVI/AAAAAAAABU8/-Kq0dXDz7KM/s320/IMAG0214.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get away and think about something other than the fact that Jonathan lost his job. Coming back to reality was not fun, but I thought we would just have a pajama day to catch up on our energy. We ended up meeting my mom and dad for breakfast/lunch at IHop and then we headed over to a little water park here in Temple. The kids had a blast and Kylee threw a fit when it was time to leave. I literally had to carry her out. Of course I took no pictures, you know how I am, but I will record some memories. Kylee was very scared to go under the mushroom that poured water on your head, but she kept calling it the cupcake. Bailey enjoyed the lazy river in her little hippo floaty. She nearly fell asleep while floating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee has always loved to watch tv. She is truly her daddy's daughter. She loved to watch shows like Imagination Movers, Little Einstein's (Pat Pat) and other various 20 minute kids shows. Needless to say I got really tired of these. We tried watching movies with her, but she would have have nothing to do with it. She would watch for about two minutes and then beg to watch a "show." But I finally found a movie that she loved, the Barbie Fairy Princess Movie. I don't honestly know what it is actually called, but that is what she calls it. JOnathan and I aren't really into the ideas that Barbie puts out, but the movies are pretty cute. The first day that we had the movie, she watched it 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we now have a handful of movies that she will sit through. One of which is Tangled. Cute movie. Today Jonathan and I were quoting some lines from the movie while riding in the van. Kylee piped up from the backseat and said, "You broke my smolder!" She is so witty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is quite active now and wants to do everything sister does. She steals her silkies from her and now she throws a fit when Kylee takes them back. She also wants to play with all of the same toys that Kylee is playing with when Kylee is playing with them. The cutest thing happened today while we were waiting to pay at IHop. Kylee grabbed Bailey's hands and played Ring Around the Rosies with her. It was so P R E C I O U S!! Those are the kind so of moments that&amp;nbsp; I hope I can remember forever bc of course I didn't get it on tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-551539530132624766?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/551539530132624766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=551539530132624766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/551539530132624766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/551539530132624766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/06/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fqHG0WHTYE/TfLS0PUBB6I/AAAAAAAABU0/dW8t7ZNuxnA/s72-c/IMAG0210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1702038057315050621</id><published>2011-06-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:00:10.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no kids'/><title type='text'>Our Other Life</title><content type='html'>The girls have been down in Austin with the Grandparents for the last two days and Jonathan and I have gotten to remember what it was like to have a life outside of the kids. We went out to dinner on Thursday night at Deadfish Grill next to the lake. It was a lot of fun. We splurged since we have been very frugal since he lost his job. We thought we deserved it! We were going to see a movie after wards, but we decided to head home and rent a movie instead. We ended up watching the last few episodes of Glee and going to bed early (I know we are so old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took J to the doctor to get an rx refill before our insurance runs out and then ran a bunch of errands. One of which was to go by and sign our application for private health insurance. It turns out that they can still deny you health insurance for preexisting conditions until 2014. Hopefully they will take us. It is looking like the kids will qualify for chip since we had a huge slash in our income. That will help until Jonathan finds a job. I really want them to have insurance more than us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to head down to Austin this morning to rescue our moms! Then we are going to my niece's graduation on Sunday so we will just stay in Austin land. I think we are going to head up to Dallas to see my sister and her husband after that. He happens to have the week off and Karen is done with school. We will probably never all be off like this again so we are going to get some major hanging out time in. Jonathan is really enjoying being without the kids bc he said we should head to Dallas without them. I had to remind him that they are our kids and don't belong to our mamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss them a lot. But it was nice to remember that we are Jonathan and Rebecca and not just a Mommy and Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1702038057315050621?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1702038057315050621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1702038057315050621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1702038057315050621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1702038057315050621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-other-life.html' title='Our Other Life'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6093451013551044493</id><published>2011-05-11T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:20:17.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>So I know that it has been forever since I have posted. I laughed a little when I checked just now and saw that the last time I posted was in December! I feel a little guilty b/c I have not documented Bailey in the same detail that I have Kylee. But it is never too late to start, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is 14 months old tomorrow. I can't believe how fast it has gone. She is such a joy to all of us. She is definietly independent. We went to the splash pad the other day and she just took off like she lives there. When Kylee was her age I had to hold her hand to get her to even try it out. I tried to go out and hold Bailey's hand and play with her, but she didn't want it. She wanted to do everything on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just the kind of kid that she is. She doesn't want to be rocked to sleep, she cries for you to put her in her bed. She doesn't want you to feed her, she has to put the food in her own mouth. She doesn't care if sister wants her company, she is going to provide it! I am looking forward to this independent little darling turning into a sweet and independent little girl. I can't wait to see what lies ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is basically done nursing. This is my second day to wear a regular bra. She still wanted to nurse this morning, but only on one side and then I followed it up with a bottle. I don't think I have much milk left, but I guess I'm not quite ready to give it up even if she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey loves to go to school and play with all of the toys. Her favorite part of the day is when she takes a walk with the other sweeties in her class. She usually gets to come by my office and I get a hug. Then she cries to get back in her stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey doesn't hardly eat. I usually still give her bottles of formula instead of milk b/c I am afraid she isn't getting everything she needs. She loves bottles! As soon as she sees one, she starts screeching to have it and cries the whole time that I make it. I know I am going to have to wean her to a cup some time, but she only wants her milk in a bottle. She will drink water out of a cup, but isn't interested in juice of any kind. Oh well, she doesn't need the sugar right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yyrknpYh98/TcqrHGw-w2I/AAAAAAAABUc/5KPR7jpHNzM/s1600/IMAG0531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yyrknpYh98/TcqrHGw-w2I/AAAAAAAABUc/5KPR7jpHNzM/s320/IMAG0531.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xo_p3LDplk/TcqrMBOitcI/AAAAAAAABUg/TiZmDORQRVE/s1600/IMAG0527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xo_p3LDplk/TcqrMBOitcI/AAAAAAAABUg/TiZmDORQRVE/s320/IMAG0527.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBFY-8D3NOg/TcqrS0I5jCI/AAAAAAAABUk/mUwh6stBOqE/s1600/IMAG0523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBFY-8D3NOg/TcqrS0I5jCI/AAAAAAAABUk/mUwh6stBOqE/s320/IMAG0523.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0W35-JNc3k/TcqrbtZx8nI/AAAAAAAABUo/H-8WmRFVMho/s1600/IMAG0500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0W35-JNc3k/TcqrbtZx8nI/AAAAAAAABUo/H-8WmRFVMho/s320/IMAG0500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBfbTV12p20/Tcqrh6umO8I/AAAAAAAABUs/zN4nHPiDfkY/s1600/IMAG0522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBfbTV12p20/Tcqrh6umO8I/AAAAAAAABUs/zN4nHPiDfkY/s320/IMAG0522.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4vjSxBQFu0/TcqrouicENI/AAAAAAAABUw/UGhMcG_SimE/s1600/IMAG0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4vjSxBQFu0/TcqrouicENI/AAAAAAAABUw/UGhMcG_SimE/s320/IMAG0519.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee is all 3! I definitely agree with everyone that says that 3 is harder than 2. She now has an opinion and can voice it. She really loves to play with friends now. In fact every morning when she wakes up she asks who is coming over today. If no one is coming over, she asks why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loves her sister. She wants her to play in her room with her, take a bath with her and sit at her table with her. But sometimes she wants Bailey out of mommy's lap so that she can have it to herself. Sometimes she wants Daddy to only hold her when he gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to eat! She will eat just about anything and everything. She immediately want breakfast when she gets up and wants a snack before bed. If I let her she would eat all day. She weighs in at about 37 lbs and is about 3 feet tall. She is trying to find ways to outsmart mom and dad everyday. She uses every excuse in the book when it is time to go to bed and loves hugs and kisses more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6093451013551044493?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6093451013551044493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6093451013551044493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6093451013551044493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6093451013551044493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2011/05/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yyrknpYh98/TcqrHGw-w2I/AAAAAAAABUc/5KPR7jpHNzM/s72-c/IMAG0531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6113791094900076681</id><published>2010-12-16T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:59:14.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Christmas parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I got some cute pictures of Kylee at her Christmas party today, but of course I still can't find my cord. I think some weird person broke into my house that likes cords. They seem to really disappear around here. So you will have to imagine how cute she looked in her Santa pajamas eating her Christmas cookie and sitting with Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jonathan and I are going to our class Christmas party at church. There will be babysitters at church to watch the kiddos. On any other night that would be no problem, but Bailey didn't sleep AT ALL at preschool today. That is very strange...she is a 2 naps a day baby and they are usually each at least an hour and a half. She hasn't been able to nurse today and hasn't really wanted a bottle, so maybe that was why. She is now laying in her bed, but still awake just talking. Crazy girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kylee came into my office today and said, "Mommy I have something to tell you." I nearly fell out of my chair, she sounded like a teenager. When I asked her what she needed to tell me, she said, "I need to poop." So maybe she is still 2 LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am so tired these days. I can't wait until our weekend getaway to Austin this weekend. I am hoping to catch up on lots of sleep!! Jonathan is going to take me to the place where he proposed to me over the 360 bridge. I think it will be fun to relive the memories. I still can't believe that we have been married 10 years, it makes me feel so old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I better go get my tacky sweater on for our Christmas party. I can't wait to see everyone else's getups :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6113791094900076681?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6113791094900076681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6113791094900076681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6113791094900076681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6113791094900076681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-parties.html' title='Christmas parties'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3132818928903237606</id><published>2010-12-15T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:23:19.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Doctor</title><content type='html'>I headed out to the doctor this afternoon with the symptoms of a sinus infection. Well I was right. He gave me a shot to open up my nasal passages and one with a steroid. I am feeling better, just run down. Kylee was very nervous that the doctor was going to see me. She kept asking, "What is he going to do?" She also wanted to know if he had suckers in his pocket like her doctor. Luckily I had stuck one in my purse so I told her that I would give her one if she was brave at the doctor. I looked down to reach into my purse to discover that I didn't have my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken Kylee to the bathroom while we were waiting for my appt. But of course I hadn't used the bathroom in the office, but the one in the lobby. So I grabbed Bailey and Kylee and I ran to the bathroom hoping to find it there. Kylee really liked this game of where is Mommy's purse? She ran down the long hallway to find the bathroom. Then she had the best smile ever when she found my purse hanging on the door in the bathroom. Yay for the handicapped stall that no one had used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our purse in tow we washed our hands again and returned to the doc. I found her sucker and all was well as we waited for the doc to come into our room. While the nurse gave me my shots Kylee held my hand. She was so sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey had to take a couple of bottles today b/c I can't nurse her for 24 hours after the steroid. She did quite well. My friend gave me some Mam bottles to try and she really liked them. I am actually looking forward to a break from nursing. I guess Daddy can get up tonight to feed her in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still searching for that camera cord so we still have no pictures :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3132818928903237606?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3132818928903237606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3132818928903237606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3132818928903237606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3132818928903237606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/12/doctor.html' title='Doctor'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3592675154203095449</id><published>2010-12-14T22:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:33:35.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I am going to try and turn over a new leaf. My babies are growing like weeds and I don't write down near enough stuff about them. I am going to try and post on my blog every day for a month. You know how you have to do something over and over again to make it a habit. Well here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today at work we had our staff Christmas party. It was a lot of fun to get to sit around and talk to all the teachers in a relaxed setting. We exchanged ornaments in true White Elephant fashion (with lots of stealing), ate a great potluck provided by our parents and had some much needed fellowship during this chaotic season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to go back up to work after Jonathan got home to finish up some stuff I didn't get done today. While I was on my way back up to work I decided to give myself a treat. My favorite, a sonic reeses blast. It was very yummy. I was so proud of myself for using a little restraint and only eating half of it. Now we won't mention how I just downed a serving of monkey munch. Let's just remember that I did have self control earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bailey turned 9 months on Sunday. She celebrated with another double ear infeciton. Poor child. The doctor actually knows us now. When he saw that she had an infection he commented on how nursing should help with those. There was no looking at my chart for that, it came right out of his head. I often wonder as you hear the doctor coming how much they are scanning your chart so they can appear to remember the names of your kids, your name, what you do for a living etc. We expect doctors to be perfect, so I always try to pick out how their not. Isn't that terrible??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I cannot find the camera cord so I can't post any new pictures. Jonathan said that he will find it for me, so maybe there will be new pictures tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3592675154203095449?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3592675154203095449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3592675154203095449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3592675154203095449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3592675154203095449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-leaf.html' title='New Leaf'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8483082490711978327</id><published>2010-09-15T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:02:49.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>We went to the doctor for our 6 month appointment today. Bailey weighs 17 lbs and is&amp;nbsp; 25.2 inches long. 38th percent for height and 64th for weight. She is definitely more proportioned than her sister! She got four shots and cried, but was easily consoled. She hasn't slept well today and just went down for a nap at 4:30! Hopefully she will still go to bed tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is rolling over both ways and has started getting into stuff. It's not safe to leave her on the floor for long periods of time. I think she will be crawling soon. She has started rocking a little on all fours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is still stubborn about going to bed at night and screams, but hasn't mastered the art of falling asleep unaided. I got the go ahead from the doc to let her cry by herself. So poor thing, she doesn't know what is coming!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She still doesn't like the bottle. We have wasted more formula on her b/c we make a bottle and then have to throw it out b/c she won't take it. At least most of it has been given to us as samples from friends!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bailey is becoming very social. She doesn't like to be left in a room by herself. She is very thoughtful and likes to people watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just moved her into 12 month clothes. Crazy huh? I tried on some 9 month stuff and it is snug so onto the next size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is trying to sit up. She can do it for 15-20 seconds at a time and then falls on her face. Its kind of funny to watch, but she usually cries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kylee is very sweet to make sure that Bailey always has a toy. Bailey likes to suck on Kylee's silkies and Kylee always takes them away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She still eats every 3-4 hours and wakes up 1-2 times a night. I am thankful that she usually goes back to sleep, but looking forward to the day when she doesn't wake up at all! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I can't believe Bailey is already 6 months old. It seems like she just got here and now she is half a year. We are so thankful for our happy and joyful baby. Her smile brightens my day in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJ78sTBEI/AAAAAAAABUA/8wxeYGwa2UM/s1600/100_1349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJ78sTBEI/AAAAAAAABUA/8wxeYGwa2UM/s320/100_1349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJJjaL9RI/AAAAAAAABTo/ybbzYHcOKdc/s1600/100_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJJjaL9RI/AAAAAAAABTo/ybbzYHcOKdc/s320/100_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJZjVo4gI/AAAAAAAABTw/sePxn255rTo/s1600/100_1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJZjVo4gI/AAAAAAAABTw/sePxn255rTo/s320/100_1317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJqo5QcAI/AAAAAAAABT4/WP-ZWjaeyWA/s1600/100_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJqo5QcAI/AAAAAAAABT4/WP-ZWjaeyWA/s320/100_1393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8483082490711978327?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8483082490711978327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8483082490711978327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8483082490711978327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8483082490711978327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TJFJ78sTBEI/AAAAAAAABUA/8wxeYGwa2UM/s72-c/100_1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1909187422087914894</id><published>2010-09-12T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:34:00.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>We survived!!</title><content type='html'>Well our first week of preschool was last week. Both of my girls are going with me :) Kylee is in a 2's class and Bailey is in the tiny class. Here are some pictures of them on their first day. I didn't get to drop Kylee off so I don't have a picture of her with her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI1t_1YmiZI/AAAAAAAABTY/OkL71uKHggY/s1600/100_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI1t_1YmiZI/AAAAAAAABTY/OkL71uKHggY/s320/100_1325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI1uQW0RETI/AAAAAAAABTg/uCo9Kk7PNsw/s1600/100_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI1uQW0RETI/AAAAAAAABTg/uCo9Kk7PNsw/s320/100_1329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy the past couple of weeks. We got to go see Barnum and Bailey's circus in Austin in August. This is the circus that I used to go to when I was little. I was excited for Bryan and Kylee to get to see it. My mom was sweet and watched Bailey for us while we went to the show. It's really different watching the circus as an adult. I was thinking the whole time about how all of the performers could easily fall/injure themselves. It took some of the magic out of the show, but I still enjoyed it! Kylee thought that there would be ladybugs at the circus. When it was over Kylee asked, "Where are the ladybugs?" I replied, "They must be at the zoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0elhFVjhI/AAAAAAAABRw/9b5B9H94_nM/s1600/100_1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0elhFVjhI/AAAAAAAABRw/9b5B9H94_nM/s320/100_1222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0ewfLeH4I/AAAAAAAABR4/qq38y6OS-AY/s1600/100_1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0ewfLeH4I/AAAAAAAABR4/qq38y6OS-AY/s320/100_1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0fAudGBwI/AAAAAAAABSA/EIpqVekujWo/s1600/100_1273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0fAudGBwI/AAAAAAAABSA/EIpqVekujWo/s320/100_1273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0fO4EvVkI/AAAAAAAABSI/dOI3dGb5y2Y/s1600/100_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0fO4EvVkI/AAAAAAAABSI/dOI3dGb5y2Y/s320/100_1275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0fb4wBK4I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Bv9wai0HKUA/s1600/100_1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0fb4wBK4I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Bv9wai0HKUA/s320/100_1276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee was wiped out!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We also got to take the girls to the Cameron Park Zoo in Waco. It was a good time. Great weather and the girls had a blast. Kylee was determined to find those ladybugs at the zoo. These are the only ones that we found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0hbeulyFI/AAAAAAAABSY/zRIohsM8y_U/s1600/100_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0hbeulyFI/AAAAAAAABSY/zRIohsM8y_U/s320/100_1307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0h4Ue06DI/AAAAAAAABSo/q6maqyEVxGM/s1600/100_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0h4Ue06DI/AAAAAAAABSo/q6maqyEVxGM/s320/100_1308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0hqcSwhmI/AAAAAAAABSg/uEVb_NfKm3o/s1600/100_1301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0hqcSwhmI/AAAAAAAABSg/uEVb_NfKm3o/s320/100_1301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0iHujysGI/AAAAAAAABSw/sQUeY6omN04/s1600/100_1314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0iHujysGI/AAAAAAAABSw/sQUeY6omN04/s320/100_1314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee and Mommy on the slide :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0iZysDgsI/AAAAAAAABS4/PtdLB_-TNaI/s1600/100_1309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0iZysDgsI/AAAAAAAABS4/PtdLB_-TNaI/s320/100_1309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee looking at the fishies (Mommy enjoying the air conditioning :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0imLFv_xI/AAAAAAAABTA/0L--xtTuYwQ/s1600/000_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0imLFv_xI/AAAAAAAABTA/0L--xtTuYwQ/s320/000_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey's first time to the park by our house. She was like her sister, she cried when I stopped the swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0i-zMNLKI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bzKTqLL8hLQ/s1600/000_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0i-zMNLKI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bzKTqLL8hLQ/s320/000_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0izOYRg2I/AAAAAAAABTI/pTNA_JXmO-w/s1600/000_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI0izOYRg2I/AAAAAAAABTI/pTNA_JXmO-w/s320/000_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee still loves to swing. I'm kind of thankful that we don't have one in our backyard b/c she would ask me all day to go outside and swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1909187422087914894?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1909187422087914894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1909187422087914894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1909187422087914894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1909187422087914894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-survived.html' title='We survived!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TI1t_1YmiZI/AAAAAAAABTY/OkL71uKHggY/s72-c/100_1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3903164007445791662</id><published>2010-07-28T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:53:18.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Wayback Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So i am copying my sweet friend Becky in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee and Bailey are getting so big! Here are some pictures of them in a similar pose when they were about 2 weeks old. Can you tell them apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TFDQpaVwksI/AAAAAAAABP8/DGVmiDKVEOE/s1600/100_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TFDQpaVwksI/AAAAAAAABP8/DGVmiDKVEOE/s400/100_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499124554883175106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TFDQowM6LnI/AAAAAAAABP0/VO-d6chWEvw/s1600/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TFDQowM6LnI/AAAAAAAABP0/VO-d6chWEvw/s400/100_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499124543571766898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3903164007445791662?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3903164007445791662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3903164007445791662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3903164007445791662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3903164007445791662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/07/wayback-wednesday.html' title='Wayback Wednesday'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TFDQpaVwksI/AAAAAAAABP8/DGVmiDKVEOE/s72-c/100_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-902509565646446063</id><published>2010-07-16T21:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:35:39.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months and 30 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;So both of my girls just hit milestones. I am going to do a combination post. Bailey turned 4 months last Monday and Kylee turned 2 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with Kylee:&lt;br /&gt;My dear sweet Kylee,&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe that you have gotten so big. I still remember bringing you home from the hospital and feeling so scared to have to take care of such a tiny person. You are not so tiny anymore! You weigh over 30 lbs now and you are getting so tall. You are losing your babyness and turning into a precious little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I love to hear all of the new words that you have been learning. Here are some of our favorite things that you have been saying lately:&lt;br /&gt;"I can't like that!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's enough talking Mommy, that's enough"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say that to me" (this is usually followed by a time-out)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm happy Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;You still say "I welcome" instead of "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;"I need my Daddy" (this is always when you get in trouble at home with Mommy)&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy its your turn to put me to bed."&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Mommy/Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Bailey? Is she sleeping? I want to see her, I be shhhh."&lt;br /&gt;"My ear hurts, I need my medicine" (you always say this as we are putting you to bed. You decided that in order to get your princess vitamins, your ear has to be hurting).&lt;br /&gt;"I NEED A SNACK NOW" (patience is not something that you have yet)&lt;br /&gt;"I need _____"&lt;br /&gt;"Where's my silky?"&lt;br /&gt;"I up now"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not dark, I not go to bed"&lt;br /&gt;"You can't get me!!" (This is your version of hide and seek. You run away and want us to come "find" you. You don't actually hide though. You wait for us to start chasing you and then you turn around and charge us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1z_j4XI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZPOONpMzXsc/s1600/100_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1z_j4XI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZPOONpMzXsc/s400/100_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495010395416682866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1mDV8xI/AAAAAAAABPk/myodPKNoJmM/s1600/100_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1mDV8xI/AAAAAAAABPk/myodPKNoJmM/s400/100_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495010391674450706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Your favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;Silky (especially the purple one)&lt;br /&gt;Cow&lt;br /&gt;Baby Joey&lt;br /&gt;Baby Debi&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;Fish crackers&lt;br /&gt;Cookies (any kind)&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt covered raisins&lt;br /&gt;Bananas ('nanas)&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Mazagines (magazines)&lt;br /&gt;Markers&lt;br /&gt;Play dough&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;All of sister's toys&lt;br /&gt;Imagination Movers, Dora, Super Why, Pat Pat and Blues Clues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you don't like:&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed&lt;br /&gt;Sharing&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of the bath&lt;br /&gt;Having to wait to eat anything&lt;br /&gt;Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love birthday parties, cake, bouncy houses and friends. You think  that anytime we go to the church it is for a birthday party and expect  us to park by the gym. You think every birthday party MUST have a bouncy  house!! I only made the mistake once of telling you that we were going  to a party in a couple of days. You asked about it nonstop and thought  every time we got in the car, that is where we were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to give us instructions while we are driving. "Mommy/Daddy got  that way." You will argue if you think we are going the wrong way or if  you disagree with the place that we are going. You have figured out how  to operate the ipod and have even turned on movies when I told you no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go see Daddy at work. When we ask you where Daddy works your answers vary, "At his desk, he has a 'puter, or with tractors." If we do go to John Deere you simply must go inside and Daddy HAS to take you outside to see the tractors and maybe even give you a ride on a gator. You like to shop the lot with Daddy by going in and out of each tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to wait "inside" (outside) for Daddy to get home from work. We go and wait on the "bich" (bench) to watch Daddy's car pull into the driveway. The highlight of his day is when he sees you and you yell, "Daddy" and run into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are obsessed with dogs. You love Wallace, Cooper, Buster, Rylie, and  Snuggles. You ask to see them all the time. When we tell you we are going to someone's house who has a dog you ask if we will get to see the dog when we get there. I am thankful that you have  not figured out that we have no dog and have not asked for one. But I  know that day is coming. You absolutely love animals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so huge when I go in to check on you while you are asleep. We haven't changed you to a big girl bed yet b/c you seem to be perfectly happy in your crib. We bought you a new bedspread but you won't use it. You insist on using your kitty covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely independent! You like to do a lot of things by yourself, but you like us to help you too. The other day you announced that you were a baby and wanted Mommy to feed you. I always oblige you when you want to be a baby. You still need lots of hugs and "hold you Mommy/Daddy." You still need books, singing and rocking to go to sleep. You ask for your rain if we forget to turn it on and you told us that Bailey needed rain in her room when we brought her home from the hospital. I am not looking forward to the day when you don't want these things anymore. I know that one day we will ask you for hugs, and you'll roll your eyes. You will soon be able to read to yourself and will think you are too old for songs. You will soon be too big to fit in our well used rocking chair. You will soon no longer need rain to block out the other sounds and find sleep. Someday soon you will have grown into a young lady and we will only have these memories of what you were like when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much and we feel honored that God blessed us with the chance to be your parents. We look forward to watching you do all the growing up you have to do. But we are trying to remember each step as you take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMHW2hRdI/AAAAAAAABO8/iBVAov73PoE/s1600/100_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMHW2hRdI/AAAAAAAABO8/iBVAov73PoE/s400/100_0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494897447134119378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMGhLeG8I/AAAAAAAABO0/pvmy1VoU314/s1600/100_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMGcyr5pI/AAAAAAAABOs/jOIIyXoLeZ8/s1600/100_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMGcyr5pI/AAAAAAAABOs/jOIIyXoLeZ8/s400/100_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494897431548782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMFqFN5kI/AAAAAAAABOk/-TeH89hwUaE/s1600/100_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMFqFN5kI/AAAAAAAABOk/-TeH89hwUaE/s400/100_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494897417936299586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMEwFQCfI/AAAAAAAABOc/eTNybdEeiiA/s1600/100_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEHMEwFQCfI/AAAAAAAABOc/eTNybdEeiiA/s400/100_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494897402367183346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Bailey,&lt;br /&gt;Hi sweet girl. You are getting so big. You are 14 lbs and 25 inches. 40th percentile for height and 60th for weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was wishing that you would snuggle on my shoulder, but you had your own plans. You want to look around and see what is going on. You like Mommy to hold you, but on your own terms. You are just getting over your first ear infection. You have handled it like a champ. It was miserable to watch you with the sniffles and fever. You HATE your medicine. You scream the whole time that you take it. I feel bad giving it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer want the swaddle. We had just bought you a bigger one when you decided that you outgrew it. I went in one night to find you screaming and I pulled the swaddle off. You immediately fell asleep. I knew the swaddle was done. You want to have your hands free now so that you can chew on them. You still won't take a pacifier so you suck on Mommy's arm, shoulder and whatever else you can get in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still love your swing, but now want toys to play with while you're in there. You really like the little ducky that Grandma gave you. You get excited when you see it now. You enjoy watching TV with your sister and watching her run around doing all the things that you will someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to like swimming, but it wears you out. Last time we went we got out of the pool, I put you in the carrier and started walking toward the car. You were already asleep when I looked down. You enjoy your bath too. You usually cry when I first put you in, but you are fine once I talk to you and show you a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have decided that you don't like bottles. You only want to nurse! I don't mind most of the time. I'm sure you will change your mind soon, so I'll just be patient. Uh-oh you just woke up, I better go and get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1CzP9VI/AAAAAAAABPc/lfrRmI8Y3e8/s1600/100_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1CzP9VI/AAAAAAAABPc/lfrRmI8Y3e8/s400/100_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495010382211708242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy0r031uI/AAAAAAAABPU/1hXrOwaLWRQ/s1600/100_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy0r031uI/AAAAAAAABPU/1hXrOwaLWRQ/s400/100_1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495010376044500706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy0BaNRrI/AAAAAAAABPM/LZ6ZTfqtlQw/s1600/100_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy0BaNRrI/AAAAAAAABPM/LZ6ZTfqtlQw/s400/100_1091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495010364658370226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIxBJNvGRI/AAAAAAAABPE/okl1bJ27n9Y/s1600/100_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIxBJNvGRI/AAAAAAAABPE/okl1bJ27n9Y/s400/100_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495008391068588306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sweet sisters having tummy time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-902509565646446063?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/902509565646446063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=902509565646446063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/902509565646446063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/902509565646446063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-months-and-30-months.html' title='4 months and 30 months'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TEIy1z_j4XI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZPOONpMzXsc/s72-c/100_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2193471484919862147</id><published>2010-07-06T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:17:48.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>I was a bad mama and didn't get my camera out once this weekend. The girls even wore matching dresses to church so I will have to dress them up again and take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to bring Bryan home with us Wednesday night after I me and the girls had a short visit with my mom. Friday afternoon all of the Nystroms came up to visit (this is the family that Bryan is living with now). We ate a quick dinner of stack-ups and all of them went off to the rodeo. They said that they had a great time. Kylee asked to see the horses again all day the next day so i think they made an impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were off my sister and I went to get a pedicure! This was only my second one in my life. I took Bailey with us and she was great. She nursed part of the time and then just watched a little tv in my lap for the rest of the time. My sister and I were celebrating her birthday that was the day before. It was nice to have some much needed sister time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were supposed to go to the Belton parade where Jonathan drove some John Deere tractor. But I chickened out b/c there was a chance of rain. It turned out that it didn't rain and it was perfect weather, but I enjoyed taking it easy at home and staying in my pj's till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all went to church and then had a leisurly Sunday afternoon. The Nystrom clan left about 5:30 that evening and we were left with our two girls and our sweet Bryan. We put munchkin to bed and played some games with Bryan. Miniature finally went to bed and we watched Alice in Wonderland with Bryan. I couldn't get into it so I went to my room and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I went to work for a little bit and then we got all of our swimming gear on. We went over to the Lion's Junction park for some swimming time. Again i forgot my camera. Kylee loved the water! Bailey sat in the water with Daddy and she cried when he tried to take her out. I think she is going to be a water baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed down to Austin to see Toy Story. We weren't sure how this adventure would turn out with a munchkin and a miniature, but we decided to brave it. I thought the movie was absolutely adorable!! For those of you who have seen it, my favorite part was when Mr. Potato head became a Mr. Tortilla Head!! Kylee didn't watch the whole movie, but she did entertain herself with her silky and cow. When the movie was over and we were watching the credits she told me that I needed to come sit on the floor with her and play with a toy. She didn't have anymore toys, so she gave me the nursing wrap instead :) Don't worry we were sitting on the carpet part, not the sticky gross part. Bailey slept most of the movie. When she woke up, she nursed and then sat with Daddy and watched the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to take Bryan home after that :( We look forward to our next visit. I hope all of you had a great July 4th weekend and maybe you remembered to take pictures :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2193471484919862147?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2193471484919862147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2193471484919862147&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2193471484919862147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2193471484919862147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3619474719715473565</id><published>2010-06-27T15:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:18:48.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>My big girls/Family game night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1WVlRFWI/AAAAAAAABN4/A2KAzRaxBfM/s1600/100_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1WVlRFWI/AAAAAAAABN4/A2KAzRaxBfM/s200/100_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487554066329441634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCezATZTADI/AAAAAAAABNw/d66UsWDzVWQ/s1600/100_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCezATZTADI/AAAAAAAABNw/d66UsWDzVWQ/s200/100_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487551488761987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCey_-otn1I/AAAAAAAABNo/xwr6yEBXJEU/s1600/100_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCey_-otn1I/AAAAAAAABNo/xwr6yEBXJEU/s200/100_0978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487551483189501778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we finally made it to class! We have been sick the last couple of weeks with pink eye, a stomach bug and one week we had family in town. Kylee's friends moved up to the 2 year old class like a month ago, but she hadn't been able to make it to class yet. The way it works at our church is that they start in the nursery and move to the toddler class once they start walking. Then they stay in the toddler class until the whole group promotes in June. So even though she has been two since January, she is just now moving on up to the 2's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her ready this morning and told her that she was going to her big girl class today. She said, "Mommy I wanna go to my little class." When we got there she quickly recognized a friend and the teacher, Amy. I went in with her and got her started on a puzzle and then kind of snuck out. When she realized I was gone the tears started and poor Amy had to hold her. But Amy said she was only upset for a few minutes and then she had a great time. I am so thankful that Amy was in there. She is such a great teacher and that makes the transition so much more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nursery will take babies as soon as Mommy is ready. Bailey has had a pretty regular nursing schedule for about a month so i finally decided it was time to take her to class too. She has no separation anxiety yet so dropping her off was easier than sister. They said she did get a little fussy towards the end, but made it through all of class. I had to go and nurse her to sleep b/c she was a little overtired by that time. Overall our first Sunday of big girl classes was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family game night and played Kylee's favorite, Connect Four. She said that she wanted Bailey to play too so she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1XZsWo5I/AAAAAAAABOI/LLPtQGROOTM/s1600/100_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1XZsWo5I/AAAAAAAABOI/LLPtQGROOTM/s200/100_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487554084612776850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1W7t7P3I/AAAAAAAABOA/zsVvExzWFPA/s1600/100_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1W7t7P3I/AAAAAAAABOA/zsVvExzWFPA/s200/100_1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487554076566306674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1YLXXABI/AAAAAAAABOQ/J0Q8fRr2PKQ/s1600/100_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1YLXXABI/AAAAAAAABOQ/J0Q8fRr2PKQ/s200/100_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487554097946492946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Karen got to come down for a couple of days. She brought her dog Wallace and her new puppy Cooper. Aren't they cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3619474719715473565?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3619474719715473565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3619474719715473565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3619474719715473565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3619474719715473565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-big-girlsfamily-game-night.html' title='My big girls/Family game night'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TCe1WVlRFWI/AAAAAAAABN4/A2KAzRaxBfM/s72-c/100_1053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8277591747904184908</id><published>2010-06-26T15:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:36:51.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyleeisms'/><title type='text'>Kyleeisms</title><content type='html'>So I guess I need to write down some of the really cute things that Kylee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were shopping in Harker Heights and I told her after we were done shopping I would take her to Chick-fil-a. She has started helping me drive by telling me which direction to go. She pointed out the window and said, "There's Chick-the-way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unbuckling Kylee from the car the other day and I said, "Come on Sister." She looked at me with a very serious face and said, "Mommy I not Sister, I Kylee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to point at us and say, "Mommy/Daddy don't tell me that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today Jonathan and I were talking about a show she was watching and she said, "Mommy and Daddy don't talk, shh, Bailey is sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really talking in sentences now. While taking a bath I told her not to do something and she said, "'Cause it's dangerous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two favorite things to say are, "Well how 'bout.." and "Actually...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she says, "Come on Daddy/Mommy come play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of my loyal readers know, Kylee favorite show is Imagination Movers. Today she has started calling it, "What's the big idea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all that I can think of for now. I hope all of you are having a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8277591747904184908?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8277591747904184908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8277591747904184908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8277591747904184908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8277591747904184908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/06/kyleeisms.html' title='Kyleeisms'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2024932265231523771</id><published>2010-06-21T10:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:05:22.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>We had a great Father's Day weekend. We headed down to Austin on Friday night to go to a rehearsal dinner for one of Jonathan's good friends from high school. We dropped the girls off with Nonny and Papa and headed over to Austin's Park to play and eat. The boys enjoyed the video games and riding the go carts. Then we ended the night with a game of put put. I quickly discovered that this was not my sport. I averaged 5 puts per hole! LOL! It was fun to kick back and act like kids again. What a unique place to celebrate your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZwzwmboI/AAAAAAAABM4/5YLSMvylSWY/s1600/100_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZwzwmboI/AAAAAAAABM4/5YLSMvylSWY/s200/100_1035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485342303711555202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up and spent some time with Jonathan's Grandfather who had come in from East Texas. Then we got the girls ready and headed to the Oasis for the wedding. For those of you who aren't from Austin, the Oasis is a beautiful restaurant that overlooks Lake Travis. Jonathan and I hadn't been there since high school and we quickly discovered that it had drastically changed. A fire had burned it down several years ago and it had a huge makeover. It had a very elegant room upstairs where the wedding and reception took place. There was a porch with the water behind it for the ceremony and great food with a live Mariachi band for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZzFMXT8I/AAAAAAAABNY/osAmJT4VK6o/s1600/100_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZzFMXT8I/AAAAAAAABNY/osAmJT4VK6o/s200/100_1044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485342342751145922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZyW43CGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VYoWbpd6dO4/s1600/100_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZyW43CGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VYoWbpd6dO4/s200/100_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485342330321307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Jonathan's friends from High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZxxpolAI/AAAAAAAABNI/Lt-_MaXEs4Y/s1600/100_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZxxpolAI/AAAAAAAABNI/Lt-_MaXEs4Y/s200/100_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485342320325334018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZxYsGWqI/AAAAAAAABNA/AJ0NkwfdeRw/s1600/100_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZxYsGWqI/AAAAAAAABNA/AJ0NkwfdeRw/s200/100_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485342313624787618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Yasmin during the ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls did quite well. Kylee only got one spanking and we actually got to watch the whole ceremony from the back. The reception was a little long for them so we had to leave after they cut the cake. Both of the girls were sacked out in the car and slept for a total of 2 1/2 hours after we got home. Mommy and Daddy got a nap too, so important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we spent more time with the family and then we go up early on Sunday to go to church. But the plan was quickly altered b/c Kylee had pink eye. We called and got an appt. for 10:30 and headed to Temple. The doc confirmed it was in fact pink eye and gave us some drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to take Daddy to lunch and to a movie for Father's Day, but instead we picked up Mexican food and watched a movie at home. We got another good nap in and then splurged for some Papa John's Pizza (we usually only buy Little Caesar's). Kylee painted Daddy a picture with finger paint and we gave him his cards and traditional M &amp;amp; M's. Kylee picked out a card that said, "From Your Son on Father's Day." I tried to convince her to pick a different one, but she insisted on this one. It ended up being a perfect card, here is what it said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like your funny stories,&lt;br /&gt;and it's great when we play ball&lt;br /&gt;I like it when you help me reach,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're so big and tall,&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that you can fix&lt;br /&gt;a broken bike or toy&lt;br /&gt;But Daddy, know what I like best?&lt;br /&gt;I like to be your boy (girl)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2024932265231523771?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2024932265231523771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2024932265231523771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2024932265231523771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2024932265231523771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB_ZwzwmboI/AAAAAAAABM4/5YLSMvylSWY/s72-c/100_1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3202375699075299378</id><published>2010-06-21T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:57:30.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>So Bailey turned three months old last Saturday and I still haven't posted about it. I can't believe she has already been here for three months, but it is also hard to remember what life was like without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bailey:&lt;br /&gt;You are the happiest baby I have ever seen. You can be screaming your head off and then I come over to talk to you and you give me the biggest smile you can. You only cry when you need something. I never thought there were really babies that did that. You are definitely a scheduled baby and I love that. I feel like I can give you what you need b/c you are so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister adores you and I have to remind her that it is okay for other people to love on you too. When the kids at church gather around you, she runs over and yells, "That's my Bailey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to hold your hands and anything else that you can get a hold of. Your new favorite thing to hold are your burp cloths. This is a good thing since you sure do spit up a lot. You love to play on your mat for minutes at a time. You hate being in your car seat, but sister loves to play in it. You have started to watch sister while she plays and I can't wait for all of the playing that y'all will do together in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still sleeping in Mommy and Daddy's closet until I think Kylee can handle you waking her up at night. You don't seem to mind the closet so you will probably be in there for a while longer. You still love your swaddle even though you are getting too big for it. Daddy and I will have to figure something else out. When we put you in your swaddle, you immediately relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get down the next size of clothes for you last night. You are growing so quickly and it makes me excited and sad at the same time. I know you will grow so fast and I am trying to treasure every moment. I love you so much Bailey and I am feel blessed to be your Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96PzIJtZI/AAAAAAAABMo/A0FIXg4vziY/s1600/100_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96PzIJtZI/AAAAAAAABMo/A0FIXg4vziY/s200/100_1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485237283001578898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96PR-W1lI/AAAAAAAABMg/tS0zIZMX2TM/s1600/100_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96PR-W1lI/AAAAAAAABMg/tS0zIZMX2TM/s200/100_1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485237274102126162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96O61zOLI/AAAAAAAABMY/cXXcWaq4F90/s1600/100_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96O61zOLI/AAAAAAAABMY/cXXcWaq4F90/s200/100_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485237267892222130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96OahSK4I/AAAAAAAABMQ/AliCoe-FxsQ/s1600/100_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96OahSK4I/AAAAAAAABMQ/AliCoe-FxsQ/s200/100_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485237259216235394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96QJt3ELI/AAAAAAAABMw/IbQyYpUL3Vk/s1600/100_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96QJt3ELI/AAAAAAAABMw/IbQyYpUL3Vk/s200/100_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485237289065320626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3202375699075299378?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3202375699075299378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3202375699075299378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3202375699075299378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3202375699075299378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/TB96PzIJtZI/AAAAAAAABMo/A0FIXg4vziY/s72-c/100_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6498830103744840220</id><published>2010-05-12T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:10:42.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Update</title><content type='html'>So I know that it has been a very long time since I have posted, sorry about that. Things have been pretty busy around here. You know that post that I made about how easy it is to take care of two, well scratch that. It is very challenging!! Kylee seems to need more and more attention daily and it is hard to balance the two. I have noticed that she wants me and Jonathan to rock her to sleep for a longer and longer amount of time each night. It finally dawned on me last night that it is because she gets our total undivided attention at that time. Duh! Poor baby her world has totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee does pretty well with Bailey. We had our first incident the other day where she hit her while I was nursing her. I know she was jealous because I couldn't do what she wanted me to do. I understand. I decided a time out was an appropriate punishment and then she told Bailey she was sorry and gave her a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Bailey to her two month appt. today. Our doctor was booked and we couldn't see him. I like this other doctor okay, but I realized today how much I really like our doctor. Bailey did pretty well. She screamed for the shots which I expected. But what I didn't plan for was the effect they would have on Kylee. She was clinging to my arm yelling "hold you Mommy!" the whole time. I know it stresses her out anytime that Bailey cries so i should have seen it coming. After it was over she grabbed her blankie and sucked on her fingers while she sat in Bailey's car seat. Bailey's stats: length: 20.9, weight: 10.14. I forgot to ask what the percentiles were. I wonder if I can find them on the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are lots of pictures and a couple of videos that are way overdue. If you don't want to look at lots of  pictures, consider this post done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKmDUmHXI/AAAAAAAABLI/d2uuad3HXxU/s1600/100_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKmDUmHXI/AAAAAAAABLI/d2uuad3HXxU/s200/100_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470477821214596466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKmv_CkgI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0KMC6TvVA1g/s1600/100_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKmv_CkgI/AAAAAAAABLQ/0KMC6TvVA1g/s200/100_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470477833203782146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee and I made some peanut butter play dough one day while Bailey was sleeping. As you can see she enjoyed the eating part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GftxTZVMI/AAAAAAAABLY/O8lewBiB1T4/s1600/100_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GftxTZVMI/AAAAAAAABLY/O8lewBiB1T4/s200/100_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472330630909482178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came in to the kitchen to find Kylee covered in powdered sugar. She exclaimed, "I cookin' Mommy!" I couldn't get mad so I just took a picture and cleaned it up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKlnmEDCI/AAAAAAAABLA/fffzExwZAus/s1600/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKlnmEDCI/AAAAAAAABLA/fffzExwZAus/s200/100_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470477813771668514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Bailey in Kylee's crib one day when I brought her in from the car. Kylee decided that she needed some toys to entertain her while she slept :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKkwSTHgI/AAAAAAAABK4/zIZE9HlFk38/s1600/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKkwSTHgI/AAAAAAAABK4/zIZE9HlFk38/s200/100_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470477798924819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKkKn_n4I/AAAAAAAABKw/0LAvHe0irgQ/s1600/100_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKkKn_n4I/AAAAAAAABKw/0LAvHe0irgQ/s200/100_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470477788815269762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite outfits! She is 6 weeks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GfuWGUo2I/AAAAAAAABLg/JZ0aYyQ01nM/s1600/100_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GfuWGUo2I/AAAAAAAABLg/JZ0aYyQ01nM/s200/100_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472330640786760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey loves this little gym. She isn't quite long enough to kick the ball with her feet, but she will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GfvnbueJI/AAAAAAAABL4/L4JK8gh4xk0/s1600/100_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GfvnbueJI/AAAAAAAABL4/L4JK8gh4xk0/s200/100_0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472330662619805842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GfvN1QU5I/AAAAAAAABLw/zxRoqYDfrVI/s1600/100_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_GfvN1QU5I/AAAAAAAABLw/zxRoqYDfrVI/s200/100_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472330655747560338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_Gfuw3CmRI/AAAAAAAABLo/oGgjtuf2de4/s1600/100_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S_Gfuw3CmRI/AAAAAAAABLo/oGgjtuf2de4/s200/100_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472330647970421010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother's Day 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6498830103744840220?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6498830103744840220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6498830103744840220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6498830103744840220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6498830103744840220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-update.html' title='Picture Update'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S-sKmDUmHXI/AAAAAAAABLI/d2uuad3HXxU/s72-c/100_0842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-9151346800341019230</id><published>2010-04-05T14:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:09:06.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hope all of you had a great Easter weekend. My mom surprised me and took Kylee and Bryan back to Austin with her on Thursday afternoon. Jonathan and I had a couple of days with just Bailey. It was good to have her by herself, but I must say I missed my other kids!! Saturday Jonathan and I headed down to Austin to pick up the kids and visit some family. We made a stop by Academy to pick up an enclosure for our trampoline. We have been wanting one for a while so that it is safer for the kids. We had to shop around b/c everyone was out of them. Jonathan and Bryan worked yesterday afternoon to get it up. Kylee and I played in the new "cage", as she calls it, this morning. I wanted to take a video of her, but she zipped up the "door" and told me that I couldn't get my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQkhGwRoI/AAAAAAAABKg/mZrj5TQ8eHw/s1600/100_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQkhGwRoI/AAAAAAAABKg/mZrj5TQ8eHw/s200/100_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456762486804989570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Kimmie with Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQj93rMxI/AAAAAAAABKY/GVWzWvE04NU/s1600/100_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQj93rMxI/AAAAAAAABKY/GVWzWvE04NU/s200/100_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456762477346501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa w/Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQjg4_bAI/AAAAAAAABKQ/J8dnLo3E0oc/s1600/100_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQjg4_bAI/AAAAAAAABKQ/J8dnLo3E0oc/s200/100_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456762469567392770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQjA6vLZI/AAAAAAAABKI/6qun02-9vQM/s1600/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQjA6vLZI/AAAAAAAABKI/6qun02-9vQM/s200/100_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456762460984782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Emily and Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMfW9ALgI/AAAAAAAABJA/3aIceXJovB0/s1600/100_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMfW9ALgI/AAAAAAAABJA/3aIceXJovB0/s200/100_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758000133877250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan helping Jonathan put the trampoline thing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We went to church yesterday and this was Bailey's first appearance at church. She slept all during service, but Kylee was not so laid back. She usually goes to the nursery after communion. I tried to take her, but she didn't recognize the lady in there and refused to go. I finally had to take her out to the foyer and let her run off some energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-1U9X0YI/AAAAAAAABIg/U-9sggzjPRo/s1600/100_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-1U9X0YI/AAAAAAAABIg/U-9sggzjPRo/s200/100_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456742984392888706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMfj8pHZI/AAAAAAAABJI/mAtCldJCAAA/s1600/100_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMfj8pHZI/AAAAAAAABJI/mAtCldJCAAA/s200/100_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758003622026642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-0zOiBRI/AAAAAAAABIY/3feGr8EPEaw/s1600/100_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-0zOiBRI/AAAAAAAABIY/3feGr8EPEaw/s200/100_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456742975338054930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We headed home to have the traditional post baby meal of leftovers. We all got a nap, put the trampoline thing together and then headed up to the church to have our class Easter hunt. Bryan and Kylee had a great time. Kylee actually understood the hunting this year. She is her mama's girl. She opened each egg to check and see if it had candy in it. If it had some other snack, she would discard it! Bailey slept through the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMhCiDOwI/AAAAAAAABJg/Sl-U2yEbP9A/s1600/100_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMhCiDOwI/AAAAAAAABJg/Sl-U2yEbP9A/s200/100_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758029011860226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMgaw9RrI/AAAAAAAABJY/-v6IPXWhUHA/s1600/100_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMgaw9RrI/AAAAAAAABJY/-v6IPXWhUHA/s200/100_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758018336966322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMgAPlKvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/UmUr85hQCKA/s1600/100_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pMgAPlKvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/UmUr85hQCKA/s200/100_0743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758011217652466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pPMheenCI/AAAAAAAABJ4/cxXH2XWu2rs/s1600/100_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pPMheenCI/AAAAAAAABJ4/cxXH2XWu2rs/s200/100_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760975076006946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pPMec3DWI/AAAAAAAABJw/4C873kvHqNs/s1600/100_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pPMec3DWI/AAAAAAAABJw/4C873kvHqNs/s200/100_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760974263913826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pPL83d8zI/AAAAAAAABJo/W8qcCqNbX8w/s1600/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pPL83d8zI/AAAAAAAABJo/W8qcCqNbX8w/s200/100_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760965248709426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We ran home and got all the kids bathed and into bed. Bailey slept for five hours, so Mommy got 4 hours of sleep in a row, thanks baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Last week Kylee had her egg hunt at preschool. Here are some pictures from the festivities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-0VmgFhI/AAAAAAAABIQ/JfnTZm_3y5U/s1600/100_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-0VmgFhI/AAAAAAAABIQ/JfnTZm_3y5U/s200/100_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456742967385527826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-zphS4XI/AAAAAAAABII/iNbw36iH2CY/s1600/100_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-zphS4XI/AAAAAAAABII/iNbw36iH2CY/s200/100_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456742955552530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-y3fWS4I/AAAAAAAABIA/SfUMXn-f2hw/s1600/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7o-y3fWS4I/AAAAAAAABIA/SfUMXn-f2hw/s200/100_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456742942122593154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-9151346800341019230?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/9151346800341019230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=9151346800341019230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/9151346800341019230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/9151346800341019230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7pQkhGwRoI/AAAAAAAABKg/mZrj5TQ8eHw/s72-c/100_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1187211165471840550</id><published>2010-03-31T08:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:21:11.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Two instead of one</title><content type='html'>So I have been worrying about having two girls since the day that I found out I was pregnant. All of these questions were running around in my head:&lt;br /&gt;-Will I be able to give both of them attention?&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe we should have waited longer before getting pregnant again&lt;br /&gt;-What will Kylee do while I nurse and take care of the baby?&lt;br /&gt;-How will I be able to take a shower?&lt;br /&gt;-Will I ever get a nap?&lt;br /&gt;-Will I be able to love another child as much as I love Kylee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall having a toddler and a newborn has not been as hard as I imagined. I thought that I would be completely overwhelmed. The first week it was hard, Bailey was having trouble nursing and all Kylee wanted to do was watch TV. I was tired so I let her watch way more tv than normal. Today I am going to try and limit her tv time to nursing sessions. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed b/c Bailey is such a great baby. She sleeps well (in the pink bouncy seat, not the bassinet), she is eating well and she only cries when she is hungry or has a poopy diaper. Kylee loves her very much. In fact she gets jealous when any other kid looks at her. I had to get on her at ladies Bible class today b/c she was yelling, "No my baby!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee has been a little extra whiny, but not too bad. She still wants me to put her to bed every night, but she is coming to depend on Daddy more. I am thankful that so far I have been able to have a short nap almost every day. Kylee will pretty much go to sleep whenever I lay her down. So I just try to overlap their naps and so far it has worked. I am enjoying all of the sleeping that Bailey is doing b/c I know that it won't last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower issue has been easier than I thought too. I just take one after Kylee's first morning feeding and leave Kylee in bed until I get done. Sometimes she fusses in bed, but I know it won't hurt her. I know it will get harder as Bailey has more wake time, but we will cross that bridge when we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends were right. As soon as you hold the new baby, you love her as much as the other sibling. I am learning how to hold both of them at the same time and its amazing how my lap has grown a little :) I am thankful for my two beautiful girls!! And yes I know that I need to change my ticker, but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep Bryan in your prayers. He is having a hard time with a lot of issues and needs prayers. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Karen came down this past weekend and took some newborn pictures. Bailey was two weeks old and didn't want to sleep as much as a one week old would so we didn't get as many pictures as we had hoped. But here are some sweet ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw2CgsxsI/AAAAAAAABH4/fNEhWNPXZmA/s1600/DSC_0611_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw2CgsxsI/AAAAAAAABH4/fNEhWNPXZmA/s200/DSC_0611_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249859830138562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw1QrIbOI/AAAAAAAABHw/Xdf3p2hEOAw/s1600/DSC_0615_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw1QrIbOI/AAAAAAAABHw/Xdf3p2hEOAw/s200/DSC_0615_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249846452120802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw0jJAIoI/AAAAAAAABHo/ajfl4Q-4tdA/s1600/DSC_0631_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw0jJAIoI/AAAAAAAABHo/ajfl4Q-4tdA/s200/DSC_0631_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249834229375618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw0PO76vI/AAAAAAAABHg/W-vbk-sVJfw/s1600/DSC_0633_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw0PO76vI/AAAAAAAABHg/W-vbk-sVJfw/s200/DSC_0633_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249828885555954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Twzr4TEbI/AAAAAAAABHY/5ObPJhU6OBA/s1600/DSC_0590_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Twzr4TEbI/AAAAAAAABHY/5ObPJhU6OBA/s200/DSC_0590_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249819395363250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1187211165471840550?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1187211165471840550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1187211165471840550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1187211165471840550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1187211165471840550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-instead-of-one.html' title='Two instead of one'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S7Tw2CgsxsI/AAAAAAAABH4/fNEhWNPXZmA/s72-c/DSC_0611_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3168759860340794033</id><published>2010-03-20T20:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:31:57.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bailey'/><title type='text'>Bailey Katherine Tome</title><content type='html'>Bailey Katherine arrived Friday, March 12th at 11:33 AM. My doctor stripped my membranes on Wednesday at my appt. and I started having contractions on Thursday about 5:30 PM. We went to labor and delivery about midnight and they admitted me. I got to 5 cm (all back labor) before my epidural and I was proud of that.  Thanks to Nate my favorite anesthesiologist. Here is a picture of me with my epidural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6aff-NFH4I/AAAAAAAABFw/rZ8YooTKG2U/s1600-h/100_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6aff-NFH4I/AAAAAAAABFw/rZ8YooTKG2U/s200/100_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451219770601185154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delivery was going great until I reached +2 station and I had a tear that wouldn't stop bleeding so they tried to stitch it up before Bailey was out. That didn't work and they got worried that they couldn't stop the bleeding and wanted to get Bailey out so they used forceps. Needless to say I am still on pain meds, but I am very thankful that I got to have a v-bac instead of another c-section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had meconium (sp?) in my water so they warned me that the NICU would be examining Bailey when she was born. They came and told me that they would have to take her back to the NICU b/c she was having trouble breathing and needed some oxygen. I did get to see her and hold her hand before she left and she is beautiful. I started crying b/c this is the same think that happened with Kylee. I knew they would take good care of her and I was thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time that they moved me over to my regular room, Bailey was doing better and they brought her to see me. She latched on right away and wanted to eat! Our Moms brought the kids up to see Bailey and Kylee was absolutely fascinated and wanted to hold her and do everything with her. She finally had her very own live baby doll! At one point my mom asked if she could hold Bailey and Kylee said, "No I hold her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afhEwmWvI/AAAAAAAABGI/56z3-gcIcRg/s1600-h/100_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afhEwmWvI/AAAAAAAABGI/56z3-gcIcRg/s200/100_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451219789540645618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afgi7qhkI/AAAAAAAABGA/RXp7ojAtfmg/s1600-h/100_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afgi7qhkI/AAAAAAAABGA/RXp7ojAtfmg/s200/100_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451219780460250690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afgJ5KxeI/AAAAAAAABF4/cbxXtsoSj58/s1600-h/100_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afgJ5KxeI/AAAAAAAABF4/cbxXtsoSj58/s200/100_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451219773738894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afewe5foI/AAAAAAAABFo/moO0EyGsHV4/s1600-h/100_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6afewe5foI/AAAAAAAABFo/moO0EyGsHV4/s200/100_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451219749737954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good first night, except for the fact that she did not want to nurse for more than 5 minutes at a time. She would scream until I would put her on my shoulder and let her go back to sleep. I just thought that maybe she wasn't very hungry or something. Saturday night my sister noticed that her lips were a little blue. The nurse came in and noticed that she was breathing pretty fast so she measure her pulse ox on her foot. Next thing I knew they were taking her to the NICU again. We went to see her late that night and I started the process of pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go home on Sunday morning and leave our sweet little girl there. We made it through the week visiting her in the morning and then in the evening when Jonathan got off. I tried to nurse her in the NICU, but she really like her bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the Threads of Love outfit that Kylee wore while she was in the NICU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBaz25YRI/AAAAAAAABGw/or9dODJUW-g/s1600-h/100_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBaz25YRI/AAAAAAAABGw/or9dODJUW-g/s200/100_0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451257065319784722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nervous to bring her home and nurse her full-time. I so want to nurse her, but I wasn't sure that she would agree. So far she has done great. I have to use a little formula in a syringe to get her to latch on, but once she does she actually stays on. She has been nursing since we got home, but doesn't seem satisfied. So Jonathan gave her a bottle and she is out. I think she is just trying to build up my milk supply, so I know it will be a long process,but will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee was so excited to see her again. Our friend Jennifer met us up at the hospital and stayed in the waiting room with Kylee while we got Bailey. Someone told me that it is good to go home as a family so we wanted her to ride home in the car with Bailey. We bought balloons and a cake to make it a party, but Kylee didn't seem to want the cake. I guess we will eat it another time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee looking at her new sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bDbSx3V9I/AAAAAAAABG4/EEc0NGi9hF8/s1600-h/100_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bDbSx3V9I/AAAAAAAABG4/EEc0NGi9hF8/s200/100_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451259272643434450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey's first ride in the car. She didn't cry at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bDb00etQI/AAAAAAAABHA/96z5Yo_Ye9I/s1600-h/100_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bDb00etQI/AAAAAAAABHA/96z5Yo_Ye9I/s200/100_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451259281781208322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a video of Kylee talking to Bailey on the way home. When we got home she said, "Home, come on Bailey, let's watch Movers (Imagination Movers)." When we got in the house she held Bailey on the couch and they watched Movers together. It was adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82c0584100c6b9b6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82c0584100c6b9b6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C388A1F22469A39427333B1E0E689A9E9E9D652.70B0AFC64A5C4CE36E51C6F8EA0527EEE4DED0D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82c0584100c6b9b6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4CWp0qz6RMoPJ852DZizAXQCwQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82c0584100c6b9b6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C388A1F22469A39427333B1E0E689A9E9E9D652.70B0AFC64A5C4CE36E51C6F8EA0527EEE4DED0D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82c0584100c6b9b6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4CWp0qz6RMoPJ852DZizAXQCwQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee and Bailey watching their first episode of Movers together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bDccDf4ZI/AAAAAAAABHI/6Jz9ktUHUHY/s1600-h/100_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bDccDf4ZI/AAAAAAAABHI/6Jz9ktUHUHY/s200/100_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451259292313182610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is eating better now. At first she didn't want to nurse b/c the bottle was so much easier. But she is learning and I know it will get better and better each day. Jonathan is off tomorrow and Tuesday Kylee will go to preschool, so Wednesday is my first day by myself with both of them. I hope we make it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee was pumping her belly button for milk to get milk Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBaGeuPbI/AAAAAAAABGo/GdPcHGw_8hs/s1600-h/100_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBaGeuPbI/AAAAAAAABGo/GdPcHGw_8hs/s200/100_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451257053138795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee on her way to see sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBZuBNxfI/AAAAAAAABGg/bL-o67CaHNk/s1600-h/100_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBZuBNxfI/AAAAAAAABGg/bL-o67CaHNk/s200/100_0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451257046572582386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Bailey was discharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBZKHZG5I/AAAAAAAABGY/oRXuNWQ0bXU/s1600-h/100_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6bBZKHZG5I/AAAAAAAABGY/oRXuNWQ0bXU/s200/100_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451257036934814610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3168759860340794033?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3168759860340794033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3168759860340794033&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3168759860340794033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3168759860340794033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/03/bailey-katherine-tome.html' title='Bailey Katherine Tome'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S6aff-NFH4I/AAAAAAAABFw/rZ8YooTKG2U/s72-c/100_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7421597072338556565</id><published>2010-03-09T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:44:44.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting</title><content type='html'>So I am 39 weeks tomorrow and Bailey is still completely comfortable I guess. I go back to the doctor tomorrow and we'll see if I have made any progress. I had a stomach bug yesterday, not fun with a huge belly. My back was killing me b/c I laid around all day. Tylenol did the trick once I felt like I could keep it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan stole from us and lied so we have stripped him of all of his privileges. I mean everything, even his bed. He will have to work really hard to earn his things back. We felt a little harsh, but something has got to get through to him! And its amazing how clean his room stays when he has nothing in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee is at school today and I stayed home to rest. I am feeling much better, but I don't have a lot of energy since I didn't eat yesterday. Its nice to be home without my toddler. I can really rest. I am just going to have to keep myself from doing chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan turns 31 tomorrow! I am going to have to go and get him a gift sometime today. I think I am going to take him out to a quick dinner before church tomorrow night. Wouldn't it be cool if Bailey would come on his birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the kids and our snow day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsPZ6Kz5I/AAAAAAAABFg/sas3IJEzNyM/s1600-h/100_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsPZ6Kz5I/AAAAAAAABFg/sas3IJEzNyM/s200/100_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659811259895698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsO137nhI/AAAAAAAABFY/Hl3c0McOYj4/s1600-h/100_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsO137nhI/AAAAAAAABFY/Hl3c0McOYj4/s200/100_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659801586834962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsOkCExsI/AAAAAAAABFQ/q_TRuYXn21U/s1600-h/100_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsOkCExsI/AAAAAAAABFQ/q_TRuYXn21U/s200/100_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659796797540034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsOBCpkuI/AAAAAAAABFI/R99U0BdQZl0/s1600-h/100_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsOBCpkuI/AAAAAAAABFI/R99U0BdQZl0/s200/100_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659787404710626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsNoeICSI/AAAAAAAABFA/UfSISKd6qxQ/s1600-h/100_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsNoeICSI/AAAAAAAABFA/UfSISKd6qxQ/s200/100_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446659780809066786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7421597072338556565?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7421597072338556565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7421597072338556565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7421597072338556565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7421597072338556565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S5ZsPZ6Kz5I/AAAAAAAABFg/sas3IJEzNyM/s72-c/100_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6490842177630958662</id><published>2010-02-21T22:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:11:07.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shower'/><title type='text'>Great weekend!</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend! Karen and Scott (my sister and brother-in-law) came to visit Friday night and we had fun catching up. Then Saturday morning Karen and I headed to my shower that my friends from church threw me. I am so blessed to have such a sweet group of friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the Grandmothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISWhRMmjI/AAAAAAAABEo/D3nO8CgTLPo/s1600-h/100_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISWhRMmjI/AAAAAAAABEo/D3nO8CgTLPo/s200/100_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440931477913901618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the yummy food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISWTSneGI/AAAAAAAABEg/P0xbefaANMc/s1600-h/100_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISWTSneGI/AAAAAAAABEg/P0xbefaANMc/s200/100_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440931474161760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sweet gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISVzea7uI/AAAAAAAABEY/thIdi9-5LBE/s1600-h/100_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISVzea7uI/AAAAAAAABEY/thIdi9-5LBE/s200/100_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440931465621335778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the hostesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISVUM4z5I/AAAAAAAABEQ/jOdyh4yxqn4/s1600-h/100_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISVUM4z5I/AAAAAAAABEQ/jOdyh4yxqn4/s200/100_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440931457226297234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters, my mom and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISVPhkgFI/AAAAAAAABEI/pTSit2rBLo0/s1600-h/100_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S4ISVPhkgFI/AAAAAAAABEI/pTSit2rBLo0/s200/100_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440931455970869330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to leave the shower I felt two gushes down my legs. I thought that my water had broken, but I wasn't sure if I might have just peed on myself. So Jonathan and I waited around a while to see what would happen. I was worried and couldn't tell so we went to labor and deliver. They hooked me up to the monitors and checked me. They said that the litmus paper should turn blue if my water broke and yellow if not. She said that it was yellow and blue. There were a few other factors, but she gave me an ultrasound to be sure. She said that my fluid looked great and she was pretty sure that it hadn't broken. They had me stay on the monitor for quite a while and they said that I was contracting every 2-3 minutes. I wasn't in pain, but she checked to make sure that I wasn't dilating. I was at a 2. I have another doctor's appt. in the morning so we'll see what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen helped me go through all of the fun shower gifts and get them put away. Thanks sis! Then tonight we had life group at our house and we had a great time with some great friends. We feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures and a video from Kylee playing the other day. 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The doc said that I am 1 1/2 cm dilated and 50 percent effaced. He said that Bailey is going to be big like Kylee (she was 8.8 lbs). He said because of her size he would love for me to deliver at 37 weeks, but we'll have to see what she has in mind. He cannot induce me because I am doing a v-bac. So we have to wait for me to go into labor on my own. He also said that my eyesight will go back to normal (where I can wear contacts again) about two weeks after I deliver. I have so missed my contacts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee really wanted me to read her books yesterday. So she kept going and getting books and then trying to climb in my lap on the couch. I usually have her sit on one of my legs, but yesterday she really wanted to sit in the middle of my lap. She would push on my belly with her whole body trying to make room for herself. She did not understand that I had a huge belly there blocking her! I'm sure she will be glad to have my lap back, but probably not so glad that she will have to share it with sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to post another belly shot. I will try to get Jonathan to take one tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-696624826382592560?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/696624826382592560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=696624826382592560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/696624826382592560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/696624826382592560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/02/36-weeks.html' title='36 weeks'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6875916258513629253</id><published>2010-02-06T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:04:14.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Made Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Answers given by &lt;b&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; grade school children &lt;/b&gt;to the following questions: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make mothers? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did God make mothers? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of ? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of little girl was your mom? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your mom marry your dad? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the boss at your house? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between moms &amp;amp; dads? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller &amp;amp; stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.     &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time..&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6875916258513629253?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6875916258513629253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6875916258513629253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6875916258513629253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6875916258513629253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-god-made-moms.html' title='Why God Made Moms'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-4479713827332112519</id><published>2010-02-01T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:24:30.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 34 weeks</title><content type='html'>I will be 34 weeks on Wednesday and I started my two week appointments today. The doctor said that I was measuring right on target. I asked him if he could guess how big she is. He felt my belly and told me that she was head down (she has a hard butt) and that she felt a little on the big side, but not too huge. I just hope that she is not much bigger than Kylee since I am going to try to have a vaginal delivery! He said that my titers are still at zero so that is great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee was great at the appointment today. She stayed in her stroller until we got back to the room and then she pointed to the bed and said, "My bed!" I let her get on the bed and she laid down for a while with her blanket. Then she discovered the little changing area with the curtain that moves like a shower curtain. We played peek-a-boo for a while and she was very excited. Then while the doctor was examining me she sat in her seat and ate her raisins. Then she wanted to walk to the car so I told her she had to hold my hand. She did all the way to the car. Such a big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have started nesting. We put Bailey's bed in Kylee's room, I ordered Kylee new bedding, I bought storage bins for the girls toys and I have been tidying up our room. Jonathan and Quinton put a vent in our closet over the weekend. Bailey will be spending her first couple of months in there until she is sleeping longer and won't wake sister up as much. Now she has a vent so she won't be cold/hot like Kylee was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to let Kylee help me make dinner tonight. I was making breakfast burritos (yes we have breakfast for dinner a lot!) I put the eggs and sausage in the tortillas and then I let her put the cheese on top. I poured the cheese in a bowl and she had a ball. I think she ate more cheese than she put in the burritos, but that's okay. Some of the eggs and sausage fell out of a burrito and said, "Uh oh!" I told her it was okay and that we could just eat what fell out. She liked that idea! I think I am going to try and find more ways to let her help me cook, she seemed to really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from a couple of weeks ago. Then there are some random ones of Kylee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMP5Y7LyI/AAAAAAAABDw/eNIqGMivMys/s1600-h/100_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMP5Y7LyI/AAAAAAAABDw/eNIqGMivMys/s200/100_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433465680177082146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMQ0W-FDI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ocu-kcNbB-E/s1600-h/100_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMQ0W-FDI/AAAAAAAABEA/Ocu-kcNbB-E/s200/100_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433465696006575154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMQJJwrvI/AAAAAAAABD4/YsLQyaYgKek/s1600-h/100_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMQJJwrvI/AAAAAAAABD4/YsLQyaYgKek/s200/100_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433465684408446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-4479713827332112519?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/4479713827332112519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=4479713827332112519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4479713827332112519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4479713827332112519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost-34-weeks.html' title='Almost 34 weeks'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S2eMP5Y7LyI/AAAAAAAABDw/eNIqGMivMys/s72-c/100_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6029157893308951074</id><published>2010-01-25T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:35:03.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee&apos;s 2nd birthday party'/><title type='text'>Farm Party</title><content type='html'>We had Kylee's birthday party on Saturday. For her first birthday we just had the family come to the house so we decided to go all out for this one. We had it at our church and it turned out great! We had a farm theme which proved to be more difficult than I thought. I assumed that the party stores would have farm stuff, but boy was I wrong. I looked at our small store here and all they had was zoo stuff. So I ran down to Round Rock and they said they only sold it online. So I had to be creative. I went to the teacher store and bought a bulletin board set to decorate and found some pictures online to make the cupcake toppers. I think it turned out pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S6r_e4RI/AAAAAAAABCY/KCWkCz298lY/s1600-h/100_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S6r_e4RI/AAAAAAAABCY/KCWkCz298lY/s200/100_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430869368850276626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S7OR4vFI/AAAAAAAABCg/mNFD2fODFmY/s1600-h/100_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S7OR4vFI/AAAAAAAABCg/mNFD2fODFmY/s200/100_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430869378054274130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S8QYMD8I/AAAAAAAABC4/93W963zDRDE/s1600-h/100_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S8QYMD8I/AAAAAAAABC4/93W963zDRDE/s200/100_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430869395797446594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S7y4ODqI/AAAAAAAABCw/PKwlCvu1XgQ/s1600-h/100_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S7y4ODqI/AAAAAAAABCw/PKwlCvu1XgQ/s200/100_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430869387878731426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S7eLuaMI/AAAAAAAABCo/wZ1dH2NZmso/s1600-h/100_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S7eLuaMI/AAAAAAAABCo/wZ1dH2NZmso/s200/100_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430869382323398850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15Uhwg34tI/AAAAAAAABDQ/lih1qoe5cIg/s1600-h/100_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15Uhwg34tI/AAAAAAAABDQ/lih1qoe5cIg/s200/100_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430871139590595282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UhSBuYSI/AAAAAAAABDI/MRQvEwTwe5A/s1600-h/100_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UhSBuYSI/AAAAAAAABDI/MRQvEwTwe5A/s200/100_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430871131406885154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UhCRQyGI/AAAAAAAABDA/Sd9EpXQT-Jw/s1600-h/100_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UhCRQyGI/AAAAAAAABDA/Sd9EpXQT-Jw/s200/100_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430871127177087074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UiDMCmcI/AAAAAAAABDY/eN4338l-M00/s1600-h/100_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UiDMCmcI/AAAAAAAABDY/eN4338l-M00/s200/100_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430871144603490754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UihuouDI/AAAAAAAABDg/-B5XUcqrdYk/s1600-h/100_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15UihuouDI/AAAAAAAABDg/-B5XUcqrdYk/s200/100_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430871152801658930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loved the bounce house. Thanks to my friend Brooke for letting me borrow it. Now every time we drive by the church Kylee says, "Bouncy House!" I was so proud of sweet Kylee. She blew out the candle all by herself. My how she has grown in a year. Kylee was blessed with a lot of gifts, thank you to everyone for being so generous. She had lots of helpers with opening them so we finished in record time! One our friends had her birthday that night and Kylee thought that she should open all of her gifts too. I guess she was on a role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6029157893308951074?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6029157893308951074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6029157893308951074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6029157893308951074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6029157893308951074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/01/farm-party.html' title='Farm Party'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S15S6r_e4RI/AAAAAAAABCY/KCWkCz298lY/s72-c/100_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3754888206555561423</id><published>2010-01-15T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:38:46.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Hat, Green Hat</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my previous post, Kylee got a new book for her birthday and she was super excited about it. Here is a video of her reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8adc540f902bb6d4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8adc540f902bb6d4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D328205BD2FD7B044DE2E43440CAFE9502EEE06AF.45AC693D6FB22A9B7AC47AF8465F0D1C215D4629%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8adc540f902bb6d4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj0M-K2xdjE-Bldd6q85_dhoUj4A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8adc540f902bb6d4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D328205BD2FD7B044DE2E43440CAFE9502EEE06AF.45AC693D6FB22A9B7AC47AF8465F0D1C215D4629%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8adc540f902bb6d4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj0M-K2xdjE-Bldd6q85_dhoUj4A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3754888206555561423?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3754888206555561423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3754888206555561423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3754888206555561423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3754888206555561423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/01/blue-hat-green-hat.html' title='Blue Hat, Green Hat'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7549880046769880364</id><published>2010-01-13T10:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:53:53.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby girl turned two yesterday! I can't believe it. She is really turning into a little girl even though I still call her my baby. She is talking up a storm, learning how to walk with Mommy instead of being carried, interact with her friends and naming almost anything. She can count to three, but likes to stop on two. She is still working on her colors, right now she can repeat the colors, but when you ask her what color something is, she replies, "Red," almost every time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still likes to snuggle when she is sleepy, gets hurt or gets in trouble. She makes messes all the time, but is learning to help clean them up. Thank you to all of my friends for giving me pointers and encouragement as we encounter new challenges everyday. I absolutely love being your Mommy, Kylee, and I can't wait for birthday number 3! Daddy and I love you very much. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with a family birthday breakfast of oatmeal. When I got Kylee up I told her "Happy Birthday!" She walked around the kitchen looking for her birthday (I think she was looking for a cake). We gave her the two candle and she decided that was her birthday. She even blew out the candle after we sang to her at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z4w8gXsI/AAAAAAAABBI/10SLyx7ruCA/s1600-h/100_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z4w8gXsI/AAAAAAAABBI/10SLyx7ruCA/s200/100_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426261282588221122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is trying to hold up two fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z5R5PHBI/AAAAAAAABBQ/g5oDtDsSNh8/s1600-h/100_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z5R5PHBI/AAAAAAAABBQ/g5oDtDsSNh8/s200/100_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426261291432877074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z5sXCqSI/AAAAAAAABBY/g7XClAmZGHU/s1600-h/100_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z5sXCqSI/AAAAAAAABBY/g7XClAmZGHU/s200/100_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426261298537212194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I picked her up and we were about to head out the door to go to school. Then I noticed that she had a whole bunch of blood in her ear. We found some on the pillow too. I thought for sure that she had burst her eardrum. I called the doctor and got her an appointment. We ran Bubba to school and then headed to the doctor's office. She was such a big girl at the doctor's office. She pulled out the step at the bottom of the table and decided to read her magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z6MnNFwI/AAAAAAAABBg/2QFoWyPheb8/s1600-h/100_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z6MnNFwI/AAAAAAAABBg/2QFoWyPheb8/s200/100_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426261307194939138" border="0" /&gt;b bnl [''''//ll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d0e72a1c30e561d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d0e72a1c30e561d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68BFB010ED408D911594209986A91DE5FE8B02D1.51DBA5AE0746332A6E95FA6ABD59E678A84C3841%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0e72a1c30e561d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1NVRnZQgO1gxbB1qFRiVnFTH-M4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d0e72a1c30e561d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68BFB010ED408D911594209986A91DE5FE8B02D1.51DBA5AE0746332A6E95FA6ABD59E678A84C3841%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0e72a1c30e561d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1NVRnZQgO1gxbB1qFRiVnFTH-M4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The doctor said that her eardrum had not burst, but she did have an ear infection. He said she probably stuck her finger in there because it was hurting and scratched herself and made it bleed. Poor baby, I guess I need to trim her fingernails twice a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dropped Kylee and I off at school and she headed to Walgreens to pick up Kylee's medicine. Kylee had only been at school for about an hour when she fell and busted her lip. Her teacher brought her to me with blood on her shirt. My mom was still there so i asked her take take Kylee home with her. I thought she had enough excitement for one day and we should let her rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to take the kids to Chick-fil-A and let them play for her birthday dinner, but I came down with a bad cold and did not feel like going anywhere. So Daddy picked up food on his way home and we had Chick-fil-a at home. My mom got her a giant muffin to use as her cake and she very much enjoyed being the center of attention. She asked us to sing to her a second time and also had to repeat the blowing out of her candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z6R-Y6II/AAAAAAAABBo/Y-BnZK81itY/s1600-h/100_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S03z6R-Y6II/AAAAAAAABBo/Y-BnZK81itY/s200/100_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426261308634359938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cake/muffin we opened presents. Bubba got her a book that she been asking for since Christmas. It is a Sandra Boynton book that her teacher has a school called, "Blue Hat, Green Hat." She was so excited when she got it. Mommy and Daddy got her a little table with folding chairs. Her and Bubba enjoyed reading together at it. That table is really cool b/c you can use dry erase markers on it and they erase! We did not show Kylee this cool trick. 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It was so good so I thought I would share it. Our class at church gets together once a year and we all share our favorite recipes and put them in a book. This recipe was entered by my good friend, &lt;a href="http://casitadealaniz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb Hamburger Meat&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. Pork Breakfast Sausage&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans Pinto Beans&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Mex-Corn&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. Taco Seasoning&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans Rotel Tomatoes (I only used one)&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Cups of Water&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. Dry Ranch Dressing Mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown and drain beef and pork in large tew pot. Ad remaining ingredients an cook on med/low heat for 25 minutes. Garnish soup with chopped green onions, sour cream, shredded cheddar, and Tortilla Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so yummy and perfect for these cold days. I hope you enjoy it with your family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5342240520820807436?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5342240520820807436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5342240520820807436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5342240520820807436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5342240520820807436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-soup.html' title='Yummy Soup!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7948352906236635680</id><published>2010-01-04T13:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:18:21.094-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 09'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009!</title><content type='html'>So I know this is a little late, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's Mom, Dad and Sister came up to our house for Christmas Eve. Shara and the boys went to see Avatar while Pam, Kylee and I wrapped some last minute gifts. We then had snacks and opened presents. We tried to take turns opening presents. We started at 6:45 and at 7:15 Kylee was done and ready for bed. So we tried to hurry up and have her open all of her presents and then we put her in bed. We had a great night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBci35IvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/QNFQIYJl0g4/s1600-h/100_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBci35IvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/QNFQIYJl0g4/s200/100_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422968859960877810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBcMttMGI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/7b0gPX2N5Us/s1600-h/100_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBcMttMGI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/7b0gPX2N5Us/s200/100_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422968854012571746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee feeding her new baby from Nonny and Mawmaw. (I haven't showed her that it poops and pees yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBbxTNQjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/pjznlXD5jx8/s1600-h/100_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBbxTNQjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/pjznlXD5jx8/s200/100_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422968846653669938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan got new shoes from Papo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBbbk29LI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lo4UU33o6dc/s1600-h/100_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBbbk29LI/AAAAAAAAA_A/lo4UU33o6dc/s200/100_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422968840822125746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan got a really cool laso rope from Uncle Herschel and Aunt Pattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBayr735I/AAAAAAAAA-4/zxWhWpBaDsk/s1600-h/100_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBayr735I/AAAAAAAAA-4/zxWhWpBaDsk/s200/100_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422968829845954450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan got new work gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new gps!! Thank you Chris and Pam. Chris set it up for me and he named it "Saving Becca." I think that is a very appropriate title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDd7_21mI/AAAAAAAAA_g/OkR1r3XbuzI/s1600-h/garmin"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDd7_21mI/AAAAAAAAA_g/OkR1r3XbuzI/s200/garmin" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422971082908292706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we stayed at home and opened presents with just the four of us. We always enjoy spending Christmas morning at our house. We let the kids open their stockings and see their presents from Santa when they get up, then we eat a big breakfast and open the rest of the presents. Kylee woke us up at 6:30 and when we went into the living room Bryan had already sorted all of the presents and was waiting for us to get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDefHeXiI/AAAAAAAAA_o/kOrfSJCp8oE/s1600-h/100_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDefHeXiI/AAAAAAAAA_o/kOrfSJCp8oE/s200/100_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422971092335484450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee got a new rocking chair from "Santa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDfVEUspI/AAAAAAAABAA/3PXbsZaRPPI/s1600-h/100_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDfVEUspI/AAAAAAAABAA/3PXbsZaRPPI/s200/100_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422971106817782418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryan got a new tractor from John Deere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDerbwSBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cmHuYcR6yq0/s1600-h/100_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDerbwSBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cmHuYcR6yq0/s200/100_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422971095641770002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures! Kylee is giving Bryan a hug and thanking him for the set of tools that he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDfLOoqVI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4nrmgwGsslQ/s1600-h/100_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JDfLOoqVI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4nrmgwGsslQ/s200/100_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422971104176679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bryan with all of the presents. We tried really hard to get Kylee to sit still for this picture, but we did not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We headed up to my sister's house in Allen (north of Dallas) about 1:00 on Christmas day. I got to use my new gps and I didn't get lost. We had 16 people at Karen and Scott's house, thanks for putting up with us!! We had a great time just being together, cooking and looking at Christmas lights. Karen and Scott took us to the Galleria Mall and we got to see the huge Christmas tree. That is a huge mall. I must say that is my first time to be there. Maybe the next time I go back I can actually do some shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of Kylee doing the Cha Cha Slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d426428017cb0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009d426428017cb0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D395A8A5A55AEB70D310E319CF8EE99014611A2EB.6BE7C905B072BCADFA8CE47379940D8DBFA0A241%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d426428017cb0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHUAw7DvXjENUuPM-oxI2ArrjBJ0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009d426428017cb0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D395A8A5A55AEB70D310E319CF8EE99014611A2EB.6BE7C905B072BCADFA8CE47379940D8DBFA0A241%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d426428017cb0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHUAw7DvXjENUuPM-oxI2ArrjBJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JMNPGYHRI/AAAAAAAABAY/SqfF2psevd8/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JMNPGYHRI/AAAAAAAABAY/SqfF2psevd8/s200/100_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422980691582786834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee hanging out with Aunt Karen and Wallace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JMMojL7II/AAAAAAAABAQ/4ZfMVtAmRt0/s1600-h/100_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JMMojL7II/AAAAAAAABAQ/4ZfMVtAmRt0/s200/100_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422980681234640002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee helping Mommy make scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JMMYKKpUI/AAAAAAAABAI/EphQcw_NnVQ/s1600-h/100_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JMMYKKpUI/AAAAAAAABAI/EphQcw_NnVQ/s200/100_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422980676834731330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom making breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope that all of you and yours had a very Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7948352906236635680?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7948352906236635680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7948352906236635680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7948352906236635680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7948352906236635680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/S0JBci35IvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/QNFQIYJl0g4/s72-c/100_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1092843647785132369</id><published>2009-12-23T21:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:51:10.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>We just got finished making sugar cookies. Dad even got in on the action. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjV3HdjQI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QX7x9_95kFg/s1600-h/100_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjV3HdjQI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QX7x9_95kFg/s320/100_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643266392132866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjVTiOXhI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3IdRTWPS2s0/s1600-h/100_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjVTiOXhI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3IdRTWPS2s0/s320/100_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643256840707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjWtJCAUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/MGWXh365BdI/s1600-h/100_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjWtJCAUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/MGWXh365BdI/s320/100_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643280894230850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan with his huge Ginger bread man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjXNekDxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RLC32-wkTk4/s1600-h/100_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjXNekDxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RLC32-wkTk4/s320/100_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643289574477586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy helped add the final touches to an even bigger Gingerbread man/Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjWNa47jI/AAAAAAAAA-c/GGDzPbENz-M/s1600-h/100_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjWNa47jI/AAAAAAAAA-c/GGDzPbENz-M/s320/100_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643272379199026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mother-in-law (Nonny) took the kids for two whole days! I got all my errands run yesterday. It was so nice to run into a store and run out. I headed out to the doctor about 8:00 yesterday morning and I didn't get back from running errands until 2!! Everything went well with the doctor. He said that he was fine with me doing a v-bac (delivery after a c-section). He didn't mention my weight, but I know that I have gained too much. I will have to be more careful in this last trimester. He said that Bailey was measuring right at 28 weeks and my tighters are still measuring zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I decided to open one gift from each other last night. I got him the new/old Super Mario Brothers for the wii and he got me a new camera. My camera was still one of those 4 mexapixel kinds. The new one takes much better pictures! We played Mario Brothers for a while. It brought back lots of memories and it is actually a game that I will play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I worked on Kylee's room. I have been putting the clothes that don't fit her in her closet since she was born. There are lots of clothes in there! I have needed to go through them to get ready for Bailey, but I knew that was next to impossible with a little helper named Kylee around. It took me almost 2 hours, but I finally got it done. I put 4 huge crates of clothes in the garage to be put in the attic until they fit Bailey. I went ahead and hung up clothes for Bailey while I was sorting them. Now they are ready for her arrival even though I have three more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my mom in your prayers. She was put in the hospital Monday night with pneumonia. She got to go home today and seems to be doing well, but I am worried that she will over do it. She needs to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you have a very Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1092843647785132369?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1092843647785132369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1092843647785132369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1092843647785132369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1092843647785132369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SzLjV3HdjQI/AAAAAAAAA-U/QX7x9_95kFg/s72-c/100_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2211373395776179206</id><published>2009-12-19T07:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:02:31.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Years</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our 9th Anniversary!! I can't believe that we have been married that long. Our sweet friends kept Kylee and Bryan for us so that we could have a night out. We went to the Olive Garden to eat and then headed over to the mall to a watch a movie. We saw "The Blind Side." I highly recommend it!! It's one of those stories that really makes you thankful for what you have. I only had to go to the bathroom twice, so I saw most of the movie. It was so nice to have a night out without the kids, thank you Locklins!!!! I love you Jonathan and I look forward to many more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SyzWn-kH_rI/AAAAAAAAA-E/CynWclQyVUs/s1600-h/DSC_3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SyzWn-kH_rI/AAAAAAAAA-E/CynWclQyVUs/s320/DSC_3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416940434117623474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SyzUMsQZtfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/65IPimASw-A/s1600-h/100_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SyzUMsQZtfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/65IPimASw-A/s320/100_2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416937766323336690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2211373395776179206?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2211373395776179206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2211373395776179206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2211373395776179206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2211373395776179206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/12/nine-years.html' title='Nine Years'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SyzWn-kH_rI/AAAAAAAAA-E/CynWclQyVUs/s72-c/DSC_3322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-133769477731304268</id><published>2009-12-10T16:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:59:11.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>The directionally gifted</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me well, know that I am very directionally challenged. My father-in-law is getting me a garmon for my birthday to help me with this challenge. Bryan is very good at directions. Sometimes he tells me how to get places in Belton that I have been to before, I just don't remember how I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee apparently has his gift. For those of you who are locals, you will know where I am talking about. Kylee knows that after we drop off Bubba at school we turn right to go to "class" on Tuesdays and Thursdays. If I turn left to go home, she cries for class. I figured this was probably normal for a kid her age since we do it so often, but little did I know how gifted she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run to Hobby Lobby yesterday to get some things for work. After we finished our shopping, we had to go to the teacher store to get some things that Hobby Lobby did not have. I pulled off of Scott street and took a left onto 31st street. Kylee cried in the backseat, "No Mommy, home!" She knew that in order to get home we were supposed to turn right! After we finished at the teacher store we headed back toward the loop at which time she said, "Daddy, Daddy." I was trying to figure out what she was talking about. Then we turned right onto the loop and she was very upset and started screaming for Daddy. She knew that John Deere was to the left and we were going the wrong way. If only I could have inherited some of her sense of direction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-133769477731304268?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/133769477731304268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=133769477731304268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/133769477731304268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/133769477731304268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/12/directionally-gifted.html' title='The directionally gifted'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3615612572896145063</id><published>2009-12-08T03:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:48:41.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas shopping'/><title type='text'>Birthday fun!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we celebrated Bryan's 11th birthday. His actual birthday was in November, but we couldn't get the gym at church reserved until this month. I think it was a great success. I was definitely exhausted at the end of the night, but that means I did my job, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera died in the middle of the party so I don't have very many pictures. Here are the ladies making pizza! Thank you to all of my family for the help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fFwRYzOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QEZ4E4u1ebo/s1600-h/100_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fFwRYzOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QEZ4E4u1ebo/s320/100_1929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412797985863552226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fEs7wW9I/AAAAAAAAA8I/PA46TcUgnek/s1600-h/100_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fEs7wW9I/AAAAAAAAA8I/PA46TcUgnek/s320/100_1925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412797967787645906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very pregnant lately. My scholiosis has been bothering me so I started wearing my inserts again. I am hoping that will help. I am also trying to not carry Kylee as much so that means that we will have a lot more spankings around here. She really like to run from Mommy! Please pray that I will do what I need to do, spankings are hard for me. Here I am at 23 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fECcI2nI/AAAAAAAAA8A/T68ABe8dnO8/s1600-h/100_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fECcI2nI/AAAAAAAAA8A/T68ABe8dnO8/s320/100_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412797956380744306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I got to do all of our Christmas shopping on Sunday. My mom was in town and kept the kiddos for us. We actually only had to go to two stores and ordered one thing on line. We still have to get some other little presents, but we are done with the kids!! One thing that made shopping so easy this year was that I took Bryan to Target with a clipboard. I told him to make his Christmas list while we were there. So he wrote down everything he wanted and I came home and looked at all of it online before we went shopping. So we knew how much everything cost and what we could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loves to cook. I got her some pots and pans for Christmas and she woke up from her nap right as I finished wrapping them. I had gone in the other room to put something away and I came back to find that she had unwrapped them and was saying, "Oooh!" Luckily she quickly got distracted by something else and I re-wrapped them and put them away. I guess I can't put the presents under the tree as a I wrap them this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fFa5p3oI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pei4Cp-QLLs/s1600-h/100_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fFa5p3oI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pei4Cp-QLLs/s320/100_1927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412797980126862978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fE7x7ShI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Irw9FshhQ1k/s1600-h/100_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fE7x7ShI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Irw9FshhQ1k/s320/100_1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412797971772951058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know that I am up at crazy hours, yea for being pregnant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3615612572896145063?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3615612572896145063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3615612572896145063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3615612572896145063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3615612572896145063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday fun!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sx4fFwRYzOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/QEZ4E4u1ebo/s72-c/100_1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-4021673859232166352</id><published>2009-11-14T19:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:40:46.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach bug (again)</title><content type='html'>Well the bug is back. This time it has invaded tiny Kylee's little body :( She has been battling a bad cold for over a week so when I found her in her bed yesterday afternoon covered in yuck, I just thought that she had coughed too hard. We took her to the doctor after that b/c I wanted to make sure the cold hadn't turned into anything else. The doctor said that it was still just a cold (sigh). Don't you always feel dumb when they say that? Kylee had been extra fussy and pulling on her ear so I thought for sure that she had another infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee got up and ate breakfast this morning and was ready to go grocery shopping. So we left and headed to HEB. I started out by the produce, we got strawberries, blueberries, lettuce, onions, bananas and as I was looking at the yummy lemon cakes, it happened. She threw up all over HEB. This is one of those situations where you think, "Okay now what?" She was covered in yuck and wanted it off. I motioned to a nice HEB worker and told him what had happened. He looked less than thrilled and called a code 55 over the intercom. He brought me some paper towels and I tried to clean up a little. I stripped Kylee and then a nice man came with his mop and said that he would take care of it. I offered to pay for the few groceries I had gotten and said not to worry about it. So we left with a sick little girl and no groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan headed down to Houston this afternoon so I had the challenge of getting some essentials without a Daddy. This grocery trip was going to do some major restocking, I mean we didn't even have bread! So after we got home and I gave her a bath and put some clean clothes on I grabbed Bryan and we headed to Walgreens to pick up a few groceries for the weekend. Bryan stayed in the car with her while she watched an episode of Imagination Movers. Thank goodness for my 10 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So has anyone else ever had a public bout with the yuckies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-4021673859232166352?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/4021673859232166352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=4021673859232166352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4021673859232166352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4021673859232166352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/11/stomach-bug-again.html' title='Stomach bug (again)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1571527272193608093</id><published>2009-11-02T14:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:06:26.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween 09'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had a great Halloween!! Wednesday night I took Kylee to the Funival at our church. Bryan lost his privilege to go so Jonathan had to stay home with him. We said hello to all of our friends and ate a little candy, it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9Dpd9OWuI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9S_L1EU3PvE/s1600-h/100_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9Dpd9OWuI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9S_L1EU3PvE/s320/100_1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608857935633122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9DqPEaNHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/-PJeGs7DGPI/s1600-h/100_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9DqPEaNHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/-PJeGs7DGPI/s320/100_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608871119107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee with her friends Hannah and Ava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9Dpwg0y_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/yUB1sgTTZ1g/s1600-h/100_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9Dpwg0y_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/yUB1sgTTZ1g/s320/100_1833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608862916791282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee with her friends Benjamin and Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9DpuC4TMI/AAAAAAAAA54/TfwFea175dQ/s1600-h/100_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9DpuC4TMI/AAAAAAAAA54/TfwFea175dQ/s320/100_1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608862254320834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell how excited Kylee was about this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9DqSdLyfI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4GgYtbs5tb0/s1600-h/100_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9DqSdLyfI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4GgYtbs5tb0/s320/100_1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608872028326386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee found this spot as we were leaving. She thought it would be a great photo opportunity. She sat down and said, "Cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday we went trick-or-treating at preschool. Kylee was very possessive and would not let me play with any of the other kids or let go of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to a party at our church with our friends from class. There were 21 kids in all there plus we were missing some!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E-Y2ZHUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cZpmn5jf3IY/s1600-h/100_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E-Y2ZHUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cZpmn5jf3IY/s320/100_1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610316853681474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E-FMQXvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bEoGPlg7QDE/s1600-h/100_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E-FMQXvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/bEoGPlg7QDE/s320/100_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610311576674034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E96rxuiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Ef1UcDOXPzU/s1600-h/100_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E96rxuiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Ef1UcDOXPzU/s320/100_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610308756093474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee jumping in the bounce house. Thanks to Holly for sharing it with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E-jNMpOI/AAAAAAAAA6w/KcSJVPZj7jg/s1600-h/100_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E-jNMpOI/AAAAAAAAA6w/KcSJVPZj7jg/s320/100_1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610319633687778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee playing Ring Around the Rosies with Gracyn's Nonny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb962eebc7420909" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb962eebc7420909%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4756F620C05179C6EAA82B13FFBCE52F59A6C6EA.385E77338E2B3B57C04B69EF868DEFAA5201B144%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb962eebc7420909%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiYQetts2ovYEOleoAwqxc00yTEM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb962eebc7420909%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4756F620C05179C6EAA82B13FFBCE52F59A6C6EA.385E77338E2B3B57C04B69EF868DEFAA5201B144%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb962eebc7420909%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiYQetts2ovYEOleoAwqxc00yTEM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our friend Becky for such a fun party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday night Bubba (Batman) and Kylee (Batgirl) were finally reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E_Ky7aGI/AAAAAAAAA64/k8subjWiHvI/s1600-h/100_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9E_Ky7aGI/AAAAAAAAA64/k8subjWiHvI/s320/100_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610330260924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8O317AI/AAAAAAAAA7A/InTa1C06lhw/s1600-h/100_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8O317AI/AAAAAAAAA7A/InTa1C06lhw/s320/100_1894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613578350554114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8TjocgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/6DsCs1OAucs/s1600-h/100_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8TjocgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/6DsCs1OAucs/s320/100_1895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613579607962114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H9PIBhRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/DDPJHAAm3DU/s1600-h/100_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H9PIBhRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/DDPJHAAm3DU/s320/100_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613595598292242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8ztSomI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ReTgbKqNa7s/s1600-h/100_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8ztSomI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ReTgbKqNa7s/s320/100_1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613588238410338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8qk4L7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Z4dVm5-8e7w/s1600-h/100_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9H8qk4L7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Z4dVm5-8e7w/s320/100_1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613585787203506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9JFU8wFlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/q16X0_l8sJU/s1600-h/100_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9JFU8wFlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/q16X0_l8sJU/s320/100_1903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399614834112206418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma got to come down to join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9JFITR0SI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YtHk8t5otwE/s1600-h/100_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9JFITR0SI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YtHk8t5otwE/s320/100_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399614830717030690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9JFtUKUHI/AAAAAAAAA74/AjiEE_xG68g/s1600-h/100_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9JFtUKUHI/AAAAAAAAA74/AjiEE_xG68g/s320/100_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399614840652845170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just for fun here is a picture of Kylee last year. My how she has grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We hope that all of you enjoyed your Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1571527272193608093?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1571527272193608093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1571527272193608093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1571527272193608093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1571527272193608093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Su9Dpd9OWuI/AAAAAAAAA5w/9S_L1EU3PvE/s72-c/100_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2919424429553639386</id><published>2009-11-01T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:19:02.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee&apos;s prayer'/><title type='text'>Prayer of a young child</title><content type='html'>We have been working on praying with Kylee. She always chimes in at every meal and says, "Amen!!" Today at church she said "Amen" even before the prayer was over. Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after I sang to her we said a prayer. I just try to get her to echo me. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Dear God"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "God"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "Luv u"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Mommy"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "Mommy"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "Daddy and Bubba?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "In Jesus name"&lt;br /&gt;Kylee: "AMEN!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2919424429553639386?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2919424429553639386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2919424429553639386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2919424429553639386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2919424429553639386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-of-young-child.html' title='Prayer of a young child'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7771746446188856979</id><published>2009-10-20T00:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:39:06.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture of Kylee'/><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>I know that the grandparents are in withdrawal when it comes to pictures, so here's to you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1MGQVWSlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/EW9qXTUJJYk/s1600-h/100_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1MGQVWSlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/EW9qXTUJJYk/s320/100_1798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551599007156818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1MGsPrJyI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RGJk7Dzr22w/s1600-h/100_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1MGsPrJyI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RGJk7Dzr22w/s320/100_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551606499551010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L1tYMsMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5pInF3w8DC0/s1600-h/100_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L1tYMsMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5pInF3w8DC0/s320/100_1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551314745962690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee is going to be Batgirl for Halloween. Big Bubba is going to be Batman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L1CJIb6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/3lblpynF6FU/s1600-h/100_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L1CJIb6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/3lblpynF6FU/s320/100_1795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551303140044706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L0gbjNqI/AAAAAAAAA5A/zDdku7XrRcg/s1600-h/100_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L0gbjNqI/AAAAAAAAA5A/zDdku7XrRcg/s320/100_1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551294090491554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee adores her Daddy! She wants to be just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L0MNXdNI/AAAAAAAAA44/rSMwko5Pq8E/s1600-h/100_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1L0MNXdNI/AAAAAAAAA44/rSMwko5Pq8E/s320/100_1790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551288662291666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee doing some very important "work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1LzzODavI/AAAAAAAAA4w/I1LUcQLwFOk/s1600-h/100_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1LzzODavI/AAAAAAAAA4w/I1LUcQLwFOk/s320/100_1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551281954286322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7771746446188856979?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7771746446188856979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7771746446188856979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7771746446188856979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7771746446188856979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/St1MGQVWSlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/EW9qXTUJJYk/s72-c/100_1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7813158088978651767</id><published>2009-10-18T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:07:10.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Patch 09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut #2'/><title type='text'>It's a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had our ultrasound on Friday morning. I got to see the specialist to make sure that everything looked good since we have the E antibody as a factor in this pregnancy. He was very nice!! He assured me that we would keep a close eye on my titers (sp?) to make sure that they don't go up. If they do we will take some more precautions. So it is one of those things where we are trying not to worry until we need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that everything looks great with baby girl number 2. Jonathan wasn't able to go to the ultrasound b/c he couldn't get off of work. I was sad that he wouldn't be there, but my good friend Melissa had a great idea. We had the doctor write the sex on a piece of paper and stick it in an envelope. He even included a picture with a drawing :) Then I met Jonathan for lunch and we opened the envelope together. So even though he wasn't there, we still got to find out together and that's what matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still talking about names, but haven't come to agree yet. So we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch last week with some friends. Here are some pictures! I don't know what is wrong with my camera. Maybe I need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StuckMhSLtI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-mfZUVz1OqU/s1600-h/100_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StuckMhSLtI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-mfZUVz1OqU/s320/100_1813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077124356353746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan pulling all the girls in the wagon. We were thankful for the wagon b/c Bryan chose a very large pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StucjtJpOFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/73ZTnseaVUE/s1600-h/100_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StucjtJpOFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/73ZTnseaVUE/s320/100_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077115935701074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylee and Bubba riding the kiddie train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StucjZ4YVjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hxW17wQ67XY/s1600-h/100_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StucjZ4YVjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hxW17wQ67XY/s320/100_1803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077110763017778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan competing in the duck races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Stuci9OwoiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/s-t0YQqCNf4/s1600-h/100_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Stuci9OwoiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/s-t0YQqCNf4/s320/100_1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394077103072256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan posing as a scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7813158088978651767?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7813158088978651767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7813158088978651767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7813158088978651767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7813158088978651767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/10/its.html' title='It&apos;s a....'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/StuckMhSLtI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-mfZUVz1OqU/s72-c/100_1813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5849732816722391819</id><published>2009-09-23T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:54:03.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So I'm copying my friend Becky, but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuiKhQtVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vZeM0Omno38/s1600-h/100_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuiKhQtVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vZeM0Omno38/s320/100_1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737837693318482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuhnrMAcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/OHQK6GzB6DY/s1600-h/100_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuhnrMAcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/OHQK6GzB6DY/s320/100_1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737828339712450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuhOGV--I/AAAAAAAAA3I/LhfVYCpsGOQ/s1600-h/100_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuhOGV--I/AAAAAAAAA3I/LhfVYCpsGOQ/s320/100_1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737821474290658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpugxreblI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8Xk75-doevc/s1600-h/100_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpugxreblI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8Xk75-doevc/s320/100_1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737813845405266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuimndnhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KsLu11JKrEA/s1600-h/100_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuimndnhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KsLu11JKrEA/s320/100_1757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384737845235523090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5849732816722391819?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5849732816722391819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5849732816722391819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5849732816722391819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5849732816722391819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SrpuiKhQtVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vZeM0Omno38/s72-c/100_1756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5277401331234565218</id><published>2009-09-21T09:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:57:11.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train ride'/><title type='text'>20 months</title><content type='html'>So it has been forever since I posted. A lot has gone on. We started preschool, Bryan started 4th grade and I am 14 weeks pregnant! My camera was out of batteries on Kylee's first day of preschool so I didn't get a picture. I did get a picture the 2nd week. Kylee and I had gone shopping at a consignment shop and I found these adorable miniature levi's. I have always loved clothes that look exactly like adult's just smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOh1hlEJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hTyq_Hfuu8k/s1600-h/100_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOh1hlEJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hTyq_Hfuu8k/s320/100_1783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928591499464850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOhrhBfhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/skfB4IdckM4/s1600-h/100_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOhrhBfhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/skfB4IdckM4/s320/100_1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928588812779026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOg8xdAuI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UAKLA0ULdwY/s1600-h/100_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOg8xdAuI/AAAAAAAAA2A/UAKLA0ULdwY/s320/100_1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383928576265224930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loves preschool! She cries when we drive by the church because she wants to go everyday. When we goes to church, she calls it "cass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is saying lots of other words too. My friends had told me that one day it would just happen and they were right. She finally says her name pronounced, "Kydee and Kylee." She asks for "ceeral" every morning. She can say just about anything that she wants to, but is still having trouble putting two words together. I'm sure that will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has encouraged me to get the book, "The Strong Willed Child" and I think I am about ready to go to Amazon. She is throwing fits, manipulating at bedtime and fake crying when she wants something. She likes to tell me "no" and "mine." She usually gets a spanking when she says no to Mommy. I would love to hear what others have done to remedy this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I took Kylee to the train at Zilker Park in Austin. She really enjoyed it and said, "Whee" most o f the time. After we rode the train Grandma treated us to lunch at Furrs. I hadn't been there in years. It was really good. Since it was all you can eat Kylee enjoyed a lot of different veggies. If only I made an all you can eat buffet each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRDE8_nKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ItE_6nCHy04/s1600-h/100_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRDE8_nKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ItE_6nCHy04/s320/100_1773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383931361599921314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRCxEAscI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kbbYgISVN9A/s1600-h/100_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRCxEAscI/AAAAAAAAA2o/kbbYgISVN9A/s320/100_1774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383931356260643266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRCIqMUjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/cJnzYjY89YM/s1600-h/100_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRCIqMUjI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/cJnzYjY89YM/s320/100_1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383931345414935090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRDsA9qFI/AAAAAAAAA24/IHvzEnUjEPk/s1600-h/100_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreRDsA9qFI/AAAAAAAAA24/IHvzEnUjEPk/s320/100_1778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383931372085553234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last Kylee story. Yesterday Daddy and Bubba were working hard on the yard and Kylee and I wanted to do our part. So I trimmed the bushes and Kylee watered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a240d8e6e1469094" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da240d8e6e1469094%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29C97A0F9B7D341587A47ACF0629393FA3179AF2.55D897DA62AC53940EFA9B2BB472CE2181516CCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da240d8e6e1469094%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDgZH84dp3zt5pIzy8Oa-zMxwgMs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da240d8e6e1469094%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29C97A0F9B7D341587A47ACF0629393FA3179AF2.55D897DA62AC53940EFA9B2BB472CE2181516CCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da240d8e6e1469094%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDgZH84dp3zt5pIzy8Oa-zMxwgMs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5277401331234565218?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5277401331234565218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5277401331234565218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5277401331234565218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5277401331234565218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/09/20-months.html' title='20 months'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SreOh1hlEJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/hTyq_Hfuu8k/s72-c/100_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1026160824249646893</id><published>2009-08-07T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:14:49.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Yea Bryan</title><content type='html'>We got a letter in the mail the other day telling us that Bryan passed the TAKS test, yea Bryan!!! He attended Summer school in June and I guess it paid off. We wanted to celebrate so I picked up some pizzas (his favorite dinner) and we headed over to the little water park in Temple. My 15 year old niece was in town and watched Kylee at little while we were there. Jonathan and I actually got to sit in the water and talk, woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second pregnancy is really taking it out of me. I know that I am more tired than the first, or else I just forgot how tired I was with the first. Jonathan pretty much has kid duty at night as I lay on the couch and coach him on what to do. Some days are better than others. I'm thankful to be pregnant, just ready to be in the 2nd trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee still needs her two naps. She will be 19 months on the 12th and I know that most kids have switched to one, but not her. She gets up between 7 and 7:30 in the morning and by 9:00 she is sucking her fingers and snuggling. I just feel cruel trying to keep her awake. I am worried about when preschool starts. She never slept well there last year and she definitely will only get one nap. I think if I felt better and we were out and about more it might be easier b/c she would have to be awake. I'm sure it will resolve itself in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started working at the preschool and there is a lot to do. I am trying to remember that things will go okay even if I don't get every single thing done by the time I would like. I am trying to keep an eye on the big picture. I think after I get through September I might feel like I know what I am doing :) I'm sorry for the lack of pictures, but I haven't taken any lately. Bad mama I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1026160824249646893?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1026160824249646893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1026160824249646893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1026160824249646893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1026160824249646893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/08/yea-bryan.html' title='Yea Bryan'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7755477287318178545</id><published>2009-07-21T20:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:52:36.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut #2'/><title type='text'>Its a Family Thing</title><content type='html'>So we have all been enjoying some Guitar Hero around here. The other day Bryan was playing and Kylee observed for a second before making her move. She went to our guitar spot (behind the recliner) and got herself one so she could play with Bubba. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr6cepZcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Tvd2QtfAsfQ/s1600-h/100_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr6cepZcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Tvd2QtfAsfQ/s320/100_1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091058252473794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr51GkNQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/evign71iOyU/s1600-h/100_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr51GkNQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/evign71iOyU/s320/100_1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091047682487554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of her as she found a treasure straight from the laundry room. A basket full of silkies and blankies. It doesn't get any better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr7qMkSFI/AAAAAAAAA14/UTwANssvL0k/s1600-h/100_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr7qMkSFI/AAAAAAAAA14/UTwANssvL0k/s320/100_1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091079114606674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a video I shot of Kylee browsing through the paper. If I remember correctly we walked down the street the check the mail (we have those dumb community mailboxes) and turned around and came right back. It was so hot that day that I had to come in and sit under the fan. I'm such a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c96ae7a72c6bfef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c96ae7a72c6bfef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D720F785B537DFC2B48C56957CFC43CCD31B99604.1BD283F69D75E8038A893B15F64CAB54B9A933CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc96ae7a72c6bfef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUXkyc_0AyxATN2dAsm1VCQRF8BY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0c96ae7a72c6bfef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D720F785B537DFC2B48C56957CFC43CCD31B99604.1BD283F69D75E8038A893B15F64CAB54B9A933CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc96ae7a72c6bfef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUXkyc_0AyxATN2dAsm1VCQRF8BY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first doctor's appt. about our little peanut today. He did go ahead and do an ultrasound and said everything looked good. Basically I just trusted him. He pointed out the sac and "pregnancy" as he called it, but I couldn't see anything. I'm hoping when we go back in a couple of weeks that our peanut will be big enough so we can hear a heartbeat. Kylee cried while the doctor was doing the ultrasound. I'm glad that Jonathan was there to help. The doctor tried to assure her that he wasn't hurting me, but she didn't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and picked out new glasses today. I was thankful to have a nurse that just said, "no those don't look good" to all of the pairs except the one I got. I need guidance in these things, especially since I am so blind when I have my glasses off and I have to get up really close to the mirror to see myself. :) The eye doctor said that my eyes were turning out and having trouble staying aligned. She said it was common during pregnancy and would most likely go away afterwards. I hope so, I haven't worn glasses full time since 8th grade. They are going to put prisms in my prescription to help. If only they could do that to contacts. It was interesting though, she held up the prisms to see how they worked and I could immediatly feel my eyes relax. I am looking forward to some relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan has been down in Austin spending time with his cousins and Grandma this week. He is coming back in the morning, I am looking forward to seeing him. My mom offered to take Kylee too to give me a break, but I had a pregnant moment. I was packing her bag and burst into tears saying, "I might miss her, she can't go." In my defense I had been away from her that Friday night before. I know, I know I have to toughen up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7755477287318178545?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c96ae7a72c6bfef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7755477287318178545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7755477287318178545&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7755477287318178545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7755477287318178545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-family-thing.html' title='Its a Family Thing'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmZr6cepZcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Tvd2QtfAsfQ/s72-c/100_1715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5754125540788359271</id><published>2009-07-18T07:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:47:30.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmHEWQ3QijI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IYOCugqMoKI/s1600-h/toyota+sienna.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmHEWQ3QijI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IYOCugqMoKI/s320/toyota+sienna.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780918310505010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I found a van that we wanted in McKinney on Thursday night. I called about it and they went ahead and pulled it for me, wasn't that nice? Jonathan couldn't make the trip with me because he was on call this weekend so I headed up to Dallas by myself. My mom came up to keep the kids, thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen agreed to go with me. No one wants to buy a car alone. Karen is my car buying buddy. I have only bought two cars from a lot and she was there for both of them. The first car we bought I actually got in Oklahoma while I was up there visiting. Karen and I went to look and I found an awesome deal. So I bought the rodeo without Jonathan. That story repeated itself last night with the purchase of our Toyota Sienna. Karen was a good negotiator, but it turned out that we didn't have to haggle much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always known that eventually I would have to buy a minivan or big SUV, but I must admit I was a little sad last night. I really love my rodeo and it was my first new car that I didn't pick out because it was a good deal from the want ads. Jonathan will be driving it now so at least it will still be around and I'm sure that I will still drive it. I know he is excited because like most husbands he has always driven the less desirable car. Now he actually has one that is only 5 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Bryan's face when I get home with the van. As I was leaving yesterday he told me that if I get the van to please not wreck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having some trouble with my eye sight. It hurts to track things and it feels like my prescription in incorrect. I went to the eye doctor and they said that sometimes with pregnancy your eyes can worsen. I am just wearing my glasses all the time because they are the lesser of the two evils. I have an appt. in August to get my Rx checked, but I hope they have a canelation before then. I haven't worn glasses full time since 8th grade. Its weird my glasses Rx is a few years old, but it doesn't seem to bother me as much as my contacts do. Has anyone else had this problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5754125540788359271?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5754125540788359271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5754125540788359271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5754125540788359271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5754125540788359271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/07/van.html' title='Van'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SmHEWQ3QijI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IYOCugqMoKI/s72-c/toyota+sienna.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6267490252917360286</id><published>2009-07-15T05:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:38:44.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky&apos;s wedding'/><title type='text'>Come on let's get it straight!</title><content type='html'>I have been up since about 3 this morning. The pregnancy insomnia has kicked in. It actually started before I even knew I was pregnant. I don't know why my body does this...I am exhausted all day and can't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend in Abilene. One of our cousins was getting married in Cisco so we headed out Saturday morning to Abilene to visit with family. Jonathan was unable to get off on Monday for the wedding so Kylee and I rode with Jonathan's parents. We got to Abilene about 3 on Saturday afternoon and headed over to Jama's for a lingerie party for Becky. I think I embarrased her a little! Everyone else bought cute little pajamas and let's just say that I got her some things for Trevor to enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7rTkU9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/ufxqZ5IFtWo/s1600-h/100_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7rTkU9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/ufxqZ5IFtWo/s320/100_1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358631471901070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee got quite fussy on the way up there. Here is her "How much longer Mommy?" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kylee had a blast seeing all of her cousins. I don't think we have ever had them all together. She hung out with the boys, Nolan and Jackson. She was fascinated that there were different kinds of toys to play with like cars and lawn mowers. She took advantage of the situation. I think that I might have to find her a lawn mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sczAnwNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/k9hELtemTaE/s1600-h/100_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sczAnwNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/k9hELtemTaE/s320/100_1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358628742369886418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Kylee and Jackson when they first met...ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sdbvXjAI/AAAAAAAAA0g/zSlill1xLTs/s1600-h/100_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sdbvXjAI/AAAAAAAAA0g/zSlill1xLTs/s320/100_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358628753303374850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jackson trying to love on Kylee again. As you can see Kylee is much more interested in playing with the toys.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sdp2UDYI/AAAAAAAAA0o/D2Zd00FDsgc/s1600-h/100_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sdp2UDYI/AAAAAAAAA0o/D2Zd00FDsgc/s320/100_1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358628757090602370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins Jackson and Nolan playing with the riding toys&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2seSWGwoI/AAAAAAAAA04/1HC0Q1xPqYw/s1600-h/100_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2seSWGwoI/AAAAAAAAA04/1HC0Q1xPqYw/s320/100_1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358628767961367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our newest cousin, Seth. He is ten weeks old. His sweet mommy Kori is holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sd0fRTjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/iqmKm9ZXdko/s1600-h/100_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2sd0fRTjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/iqmKm9ZXdko/s320/100_1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358628759946743346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee loved Jackson's rocking horse. I've got to get her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday night we enjoyed dinner with the family and more playing for Kylee and Jackson. Kylee slept very well that night. Saturday night Jonathan drove up and spent one night with us. He got to see the bride for a little bit on Sunday even though he couldn't be at the wedding so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7ypW9aI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/giybrreT-Ww/s1600-h/100_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7ypW9aI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/giybrreT-Ww/s320/100_1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358631473871517090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7YNyDLI/AAAAAAAAA1A/KirarjAgPGo/s1600-h/100_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7YNyDLI/AAAAAAAAA1A/KirarjAgPGo/s320/100_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358631466776530098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically Kylee and Jackson are not related by blood. Don't they make a cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday night was the rehearsal dinner. More playing and good food. We had a little devo before dinner and Kylee was not happy about being quiet. I took her to the back to find alternative entertainment. She wanted to get down during a prayer and I wouldn't let her. She then decided to slap me in the face. I told her no and she hit me on my back. We left out the back and she got a good spanking. Daddy wasn't there to console her so she was stuck with me, the mean Mommy who gave her the spanking. It took her a while to calm down. That was my first spanking without Jonathan around, it was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u8EAghOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/BQfu31nInEQ/s1600-h/100_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u8EAghOI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/BQfu31nInEQ/s320/100_1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358631478532015330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it would be fun for Jackson and Kylee to take a bath together. We were wrong! This was the only time that they were smiling. Jackson decided to show Kylee how to use the bat. Then Jackson got a spanking and Kylee lost it. I guess she thought that she was going to get one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday was the BIG day! I spent half of the day in my pajamas while Kylee took a very long morning nap. Then I watched some TV and piddled around the house. It was very nice. The wedding was beautiful, but of course I left my camera in the car! It was at Cisco Christian Camp. They got married outside in a little amphetheater thing. It was very shady and there was even breeze. Becky looked beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a very nice reception afterwards and I ate a second dinner. Kylee enjoyed all of the food. I had to bribe her with jellybeans to get her to pose for some pictures. Needless to say she really enjoyed that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we headed home and got here about 2. I was very excited to see Bryan (he stayed with my mom for the weekend). I think I am going to try and take him to a movie or something today. We need to have some Mom-son time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6267490252917360286?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6267490252917360286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6267490252917360286&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6267490252917360286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6267490252917360286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-on-lets-get-it-straight.html' title='Come on let&apos;s get it straight!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sl2u7rTkU9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/ufxqZ5IFtWo/s72-c/100_1725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-409732238849790544</id><published>2009-07-10T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:11:17.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend. Jonathan got tickets to the rodeo from work and we got to sit on the 3rd row. It was really fun. We left early though because I was so tired. I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning Jonathan drove a gator in the Belton parade. Bryan got to ride with him. When Kylee saw them she yelled, "Dada!!" I'm sure it melted Jonthan's heart. For those of you who don't know about small town parades, let me tell you, they are a big deal. We had a great time with all the people from church. One of our members lives right on the parade route and let everyone come and sit in her yard. There were at least 50 people there from church, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflTBm1RTI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6HmT7zde3yE/s1600-h/100_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflTBm1RTI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6HmT7zde3yE/s320/100_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357002396792079666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflSqUspJI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vjBOdT9i3KI/s1600-h/100_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflSqUspJI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vjBOdT9i3KI/s320/100_1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357002390542001298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflSD3oYTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/wxMoPAQj-_o/s1600-h/100_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflSD3oYTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/wxMoPAQj-_o/s320/100_1708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357002380219539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflRo_RR_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/fOkE5HC_D_o/s1600-h/100_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflRo_RR_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/fOkE5HC_D_o/s320/100_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357002373003823090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade some friends invited us over for hamburgers and hot dogs, they were yummy. My mom and Bryan's sister got to come up and go to the parade with us. thanks for coming Mom and Brittney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we all headed up to Dallas to see my sister Karen and her hubby Scott. We went to Chuy's (yummy!) and then we headed home to hang out. Sunday morning we were heathens and we went to Six Flags. We left Kylee with Grandma (thanks Mom) and the six of us went. Bryan got very scared on the boat, but he did ride a lot of rides. i was very proud of him. They talked me into riding the Titan. I will NEVER do that again. It was way to scary. I kept my eyes closed the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we left to come home and enjoy a little bit of Jonathan's day off at home. Poor guy, he spent most of the day mowing for the exterminator the next day. We are finally free of ants!! It was expensive, but we had to do something. We had carpenter ants in our walls and tree. As a bonus, he also got rid of the fire ants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now the proud owners of a blowup pool. It was very cold water!! The kids didn't seem to mind too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl-8Aj8VI/AAAAAAAAA0I/NRWBxRfDpJ8/s1600-h/100_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl-8Aj8VI/AAAAAAAAA0I/NRWBxRfDpJ8/s320/100_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003151203627346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl-QE-_kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/4A1jXl-_3iM/s1600-h/100_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl-QE-_kI/AAAAAAAAA0A/4A1jXl-_3iM/s320/100_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003139411017282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl-IrBcJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LXBcVKyqMtY/s1600-h/100_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl-IrBcJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/LXBcVKyqMtY/s320/100_1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003137423077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my latest news for those of you who aren't on Facebook. See I do have an excuse for being so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl_JU_vBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SPZO3uLmk1g/s1600-h/100_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Slfl_JU_vBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SPZO3uLmk1g/s320/100_1724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357003154778995730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-409732238849790544?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/409732238849790544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=409732238849790544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/409732238849790544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/409732238849790544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SlflTBm1RTI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6HmT7zde3yE/s72-c/100_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7623913528578135868</id><published>2009-07-03T16:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:07:05.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tires'/><title type='text'>Busy day</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Kylee to the doctor today because she has been super fussy and i thought she might have another ear infection festering. I called this morning and I got the operator. She told me that it was a holiday and only the walk-in clinic was open. So I went ahead and put Kylee down for a nap and waited to go until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out about 10 o'clock to go to the doctor and run a few errands. We got to the doctor and it turns out that the operator was a little confused... the walk-in clinic was closed and you could see the doctor by appointment only. She said that she would squeeze me in, thank you! She check Kylee over and said that her ear looked perfect. That is the first time that we have ever been to the doctor since she was 9 months where she did not have an ear infection. So I guess she has just been extra fussy. I think we are going to try and get some blackout material for her curtains to help her go to sleep at night better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the doctor's office we went to Discount Tire to get our tires rotated. It turned out that we needed 3 new tires and there was a 2 and half hour wait. I would have come back another day, but we are planning to go to Dallas tomorrow and kind of need safe tire. Luckily our tires still had some warranty left on them so they prorated our new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids over to the mall to spend our 2 and half hours. Of course I did not have a stroller in the car today so we rented one when we got there. The kids played in the play area a while and then Jonathan came to meet us for lunch. By the time we were done eating we had wasted 2 hours and our car was done. I'm thankful that we got to spend our day in the mall instead of a tire store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the kids feel asleep on the way home and we all took a two hour nap. Yay for exhausted kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sk6A6yIYVPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/weCcQwmsiDE/s1600-h/sleepingkids.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sk6A6yIYVPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/weCcQwmsiDE/s320/sleepingkids.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354358754367788274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7623913528578135868?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7623913528578135868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7623913528578135868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7623913528578135868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7623913528578135868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-day.html' title='Busy day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sk6A6yIYVPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/weCcQwmsiDE/s72-c/sleepingkids.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6596221247982411790</id><published>2009-07-01T06:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:40:03.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Grandparents!!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I dropped the kids off at Jonathan's parents and we had a weekend without kids :) I got home about 7:00 and Jonathan had straightened the entire house and was ready for our date complete with a tie! We went to Texas Roadhouse and I had ribs for the first time, yummy. Saturday morning we slept in and hung around the house for a while. Then we went to see the new Transformers movie. I like it better than the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked up dinner and headed home. We decided to take a little nap after dinner (such and exhausting day right?). We laid down about 6:30 and slept all night!! I guess we needed the rest. I missed the kids a lot. That was the first time I had left Kylee for more than one night. She didn't seem all that impressed to see me, but I told myself that she missed me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan has his TAKS test today and tomorrow so please say a prayer for him. We are going to celebrate his last day tomorrow by going to a new little water park in town. Jonathan got tickets for Friday night's rodeo from work so we are going to check that out. Then Saturday morning he is driving a tractor in the big Belton parade. We have never gotten to go so we are excited. Then Monday Jonathan is off so we are going to take the kids to Sea World. Whoo I'm tired just thinking about all of the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Kylee tryin on her cousin's shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SktK-LZFIkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xwL88wCd_Qs/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SktK-LZFIkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xwL88wCd_Qs/s320/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353455014130295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6596221247982411790?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6596221247982411790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6596221247982411790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6596221247982411790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6596221247982411790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-for-grandparents.html' title='Yay for Grandparents!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SktK-LZFIkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xwL88wCd_Qs/s72-c/noname' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8018426073628235087</id><published>2009-06-21T20:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:42:04.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a great Father's Day. We gave Jonathan breakfast in bed and all joined him for a breakfast picnic. Then we went to church and heard a great sermon about the importance of Fathers. We headed over to the Olive Garden and met Jonathan's Dad and sister for lunch. It was very yummy!! Kylee enjoyed the tomatoes, olives and onions from the salad. I think she would eat anything that had their yummy dressing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we came back to our house and played Dad's new gift, Guitar Hero for the wii. We went over to friend's house last week and he had gotten it as an early Father's Day gift. Jonathan began dropping hints about how he wanted one, so I took the hint and we have really had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is a picture of Jonathan with the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhZQOVsI/AAAAAAAAAyw/90Jez_cU-9s/s1600-h/100_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhZQOVsI/AAAAAAAAAyw/90Jez_cU-9s/s320/100_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349959172170340034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhlVcqSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_hVtJAhWzDU/s1600-h/100_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhlVcqSI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_hVtJAhWzDU/s320/100_1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349959175413475618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Never to old for Daddy to read you a story!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news, Kylee is really growing up. She now picks out what she wants to wear. Recently her favorite thing is swim diapers. Don't ask me why, but she finds them and brings them to me just about every day. I even try to hide them, but it doesn't work. She then cries until I give in and put one on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fg_MvrAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/s8wpB2VzTr4/s1600-h/100_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fg_MvrAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/s8wpB2VzTr4/s320/100_1685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349959165176425474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is talking a lot more. These are the words that she says regularly: Dada, Daddy, Mama, Mommy, Bubba, snack ("sac"), berry ("bewwy"), cheese, , Bible, dog, kitty (very high pitched, "ki-ee") no, yes (but only shaking her head), please (but only in sign language), and I'm sure there are others that I have forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhHC5PrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QHOZecCE8UA/s1600-h/100_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhHC5PrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QHOZecCE8UA/s320/100_1689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349959167282593458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;She also loves to sit in her baby doll's stroller. I think she looks like such a little lady here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves Bibles. Here is a little video of her singing her new favorite song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db0b29d67150cb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db0b29d67150cb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B5E99EB65C558D95FD73C9DADF31A428638C39.59609B954E3C6F6C050E9DE1B890C1DADE8CF135%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb0b29d67150cb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmmX5BEP-eLx2XMIFMv8tBACCig4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db0b29d67150cb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B5E99EB65C558D95FD73C9DADF31A428638C39.59609B954E3C6F6C050E9DE1B890C1DADE8CF135%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb0b29d67150cb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmmX5BEP-eLx2XMIFMv8tBACCig4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fh9MOsKI/AAAAAAAAAzA/wDS_F7lM28k/s1600-h/100_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fh9MOsKI/AAAAAAAAAzA/wDS_F7lM28k/s320/100_1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349959181817262242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to all the Fathers, we hope you had a great day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8018426073628235087?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db0b29d67150cb3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8018426073628235087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8018426073628235087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8018426073628235087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8018426073628235087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sj7fhZQOVsI/AAAAAAAAAyw/90Jez_cU-9s/s72-c/100_1691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8376737108513938375</id><published>2009-06-16T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:31:28.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Medicaid</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I have been trying to sort out Bryan's medicaid since he got home. Somehow his coverage got dropped while he was living at the home and it takes three months to reapply so we were left paying out of pocket in the mean time. I called again the other day to check his dates of coverage so that we could add him to Jonathan's insurance and it turns out that he has had medicaid all this time! Somehow he had it under someone else (they wouldn't tell me who). So I was on the phone with them for about an hour and a half trying to sort it out. I was so thankful that I finally talked to someone who got to the bottom of the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very thankful for Bryan during this time. He kept Kylee entertained for me. I highly recommend the older sibling situation :) Today we were all eating lunch on the bed with Jonathan (he had a migraine) and Kylee was giggling and entertaining us. Bryan said, "I'm so glad that we have a little sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway back to medicaid. They got it all sorted out and I went to the office to get a copy of the card yesterday. I got there about 7:45 and they opened at 8. I came prepared with a bottle, snacks and books for Kylee; anything to keep her from walking around. I strapped her in the stroller and she did great. I had to hold her while I was actually talking to the lady at the window, but I think Kylee was just being nosy and wanted to know what was going on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the card and we were out the door at 8:30! Plus I got a check in the mail from Scott and White today for $90. I looked at the memo and it was from like a year ago for Bryan. I guess they overcharged us or something. So that pays for his psychiatrist visit. Yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't have any picures. My computer is down in Austin getting a new screne since Kylee stepped on it :( I will have more pictures up when i get it back. I hope everyone is having a great summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8376737108513938375?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8376737108513938375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8376737108513938375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8376737108513938375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8376737108513938375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/06/medicaid.html' title='Medicaid'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2778178047285966704</id><published>2009-06-08T19:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:27:53.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splashing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Splash Time!</title><content type='html'>We have been getting out and getting wet lately. We have made 3 trips to the splash park and created a splash park in our front yard! Here are a couple of pictures and a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20lhCU61I/AAAAAAAAAyA/z8nDNMxl-Kg/s1600-h/100_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20lhCU61I/AAAAAAAAAyA/z8nDNMxl-Kg/s320/100_1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126889374935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20lYWsyLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/CRfA4p54DHA/s1600-h/100_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20lYWsyLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/CRfA4p54DHA/s320/100_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126887044466866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b9b0afb2f62a526" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9b0afb2f62a526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44361B2C227175204D6213DED20E451991CFC239.5D30D89EBCBED7FA765BF8CBB2A050A4D539384C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9b0afb2f62a526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHBOWs3o2OysBfso6485qM1PVRa4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9b0afb2f62a526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44361B2C227175204D6213DED20E451991CFC239.5D30D89EBCBED7FA765BF8CBB2A050A4D539384C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9b0afb2f62a526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHBOWs3o2OysBfso6485qM1PVRa4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew that a diaper box could be such a great mode of transportation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20mJ98YiI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/U1uegwFi3xY/s1600-h/100_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20mJ98YiI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/U1uegwFi3xY/s320/100_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126900362404386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20l52BRuI/AAAAAAAAAyI/G1B4Ta2sinM/s1600-h/100_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20l52BRuI/AAAAAAAAAyI/G1B4Ta2sinM/s320/100_1669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126896034203362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one just because she is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20mU0DkaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZWKtQPl9lmU/s1600-h/100_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20mU0DkaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZWKtQPl9lmU/s320/100_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126903273722274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that all of you are enjoying your summers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2778178047285966704?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b9b0afb2f62a526&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2778178047285966704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2778178047285966704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2778178047285966704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2778178047285966704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/06/splash-time.html' title='Splash Time!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Si20lhCU61I/AAAAAAAAAyA/z8nDNMxl-Kg/s72-c/100_1668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7634869797511331555</id><published>2009-06-06T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:30:41.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Bryan is Home!!!</title><content type='html'>Bryan has been home for a week now and I am just now getting to post about it. We went to Stephenville last weekend and picked him up. Jonathan and I both agree that we will NOT miss that drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPdx9rcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/_mGp0wyl9Ks/s1600-h/100_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPdx9rcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/_mGp0wyl9Ks/s320/100_1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327165590482370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is he is his house parents, Debbie and Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPKImVeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/GFhY4AagVPs/s1600-h/100_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPKImVeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/GFhY4AagVPs/s320/100_1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327160316712418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with his family of Home 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdO3koukI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oHrwybCJTd4/s1600-h/100_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdO3koukI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oHrwybCJTd4/s320/100_1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327155334036034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling with Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdOgEBqPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fw8SLaAsR4w/s1600-h/100_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdOgEBqPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/fw8SLaAsR4w/s320/100_1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327149023242482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a welcome home party for Bryan last Saturday. Here he is with all of his cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPpGGSUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/13dwXw3LPCk/s1600-h/100_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPpGGSUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/13dwXw3LPCk/s320/100_1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327168627722562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked this one. It's a great shot of Kylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirflFa9GiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LDJAOzbjhHs/s1600-h/100_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirflFa9GiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/LDJAOzbjhHs/s320/100_1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344329736031902242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is supposed to be one of those cute shots of everyone's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirflYMa9nI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yRYv5SkB2Ds/s1600-h/100_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirflYMa9nI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yRYv5SkB2Ds/s320/100_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344329741071218290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7634869797511331555?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7634869797511331555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7634869797511331555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7634869797511331555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7634869797511331555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/06/bryan-is-home.html' title='Bryan is Home!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SirdPdx9rcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/_mGp0wyl9Ks/s72-c/100_1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6499929961459538817</id><published>2009-05-18T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:53:24.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>End of the school year</title><content type='html'>Well today is my last day tutoring in Killeen. I will miss the kids and the money, but not the drive :) They have offered me the position for next year, but I also just accepted another offer. I am going to be the new co-director of Belton Christian Preschool. I will only have to work 2 days a week, drive 5 minutes from my house and have Kylee with me at all times! How can I beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other director is a very sweet lady and I think that we are going to work very well together. I am excited and a little nervous since this is uncharted territory for me. But I'm sure that I will get the hang of it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan comes home on the 30th of this month, that is less than two weeks away!! We went up and visited him in Stephenville. We got to go to church with him. It was interesting. It was a very small town and they were very conservative. All of the hymns were slower and clapping was not part of the assembly. I was going to clap to one of my favorite songs, but quickly saw that they did not do that. It was weird to see our preacher there though. He left Stephenville and came to work at our church. Then he went back to Stephenville a couple of months ago. I still love his preaching, but understand why he wanted to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting everything in order for Bryan. We found a therapist in Round Rock that specializes in reactive attachment disorder and we have appointments scheduled. But then we found out that his medicaid was not renewed. I have started the process, but please pray that it will move quickly. We can't get him on our insurance yet either, so hopefully he won't get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee is 16 months old now. Can you believe it? She is doing everything including starting to throw fits. We are trying to get that under control. I think she just wants to do things that she can't do yet and gets very frustrated. She is officially weaned!! It only took 2 bouts of mastitis, but it is done. She still asks to nurse sometimes, but I can usually distract her with a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is doing well with her radiation. She only has about 2 weeks left, so she is looking forward to it being over. Please pray that these last two weeks go smoothly with minimal pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have to have some pictures to round out this very long post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two weeks ago Kylee's best friend, Skylar came over to play. They loved rocking in the recliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFEJXD2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/38ajFRQ8d_8/s1600-h/100_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFEJXD2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/38ajFRQ8d_8/s320/100_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284614934695778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her little ones came up on Saturday. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFaIa-yI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Xo4y41qzSY4/s1600-h/100_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFaIa-yI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Xo4y41qzSY4/s320/100_1612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284620836338466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Kylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFk7YH-I/AAAAAAAAAww/4Al-h5pXv_k/s1600-h/100_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFk7YH-I/AAAAAAAAAww/4Al-h5pXv_k/s320/100_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284623734415330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy reading to Kylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFgo6TDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/LB6rGoYg3q8/s1600-h/100_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFgo6TDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/LB6rGoYg3q8/s320/100_1615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284622583221298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6499929961459538817?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6499929961459538817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6499929961459538817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6499929961459538817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6499929961459538817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-school-year.html' title='End of the school year'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/ShHYFEJXD2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/38ajFRQ8d_8/s72-c/100_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8226722465426138688</id><published>2009-05-09T11:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:18:43.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Dancing with Daddy</title><content type='html'>We have a dancing diva on our hands so we decided to do an experiment. We put different kinds of music on to see if Kylee adjusted her dancing. The results are really cute. It is a five minute video so feel free to just watch a small bit, it won't hurt our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97c2ce17753b9b72" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97c2ce17753b9b72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F71EACDE475C039B57D78891B32EC582B20EAE4.7BB9642FD3A26BE0768EEE414FE5879041EBFA6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97c2ce17753b9b72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiKPHayIz9_Uj6Vnt-qZXPiI5Xm0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97c2ce17753b9b72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F71EACDE475C039B57D78891B32EC582B20EAE4.7BB9642FD3A26BE0768EEE414FE5879041EBFA6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97c2ce17753b9b72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiKPHayIz9_Uj6Vnt-qZXPiI5Xm0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8226722465426138688?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97c2ce17753b9b72&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8226722465426138688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8226722465426138688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8226722465426138688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8226722465426138688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/05/dancing-with-daddy.html' title='Dancing with Daddy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-483645634275554121</id><published>2009-05-08T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:37:53.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking!</title><content type='html'>I know that all of you are shocked that I am actually updating my blog, but here goes. We have been doing a lot around here, but as I sit down to write, not a whole lot sticks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to East Texas to visit Kylee's Great Grandparents and she had a great time. She was very entertaining to the family. When we got there she put on a show with her twirling and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took her in a covered wagon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRAjtjDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eAjhGLftrQg/s1600-h/100_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRAjtjDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eAjhGLftrQg/s320/100_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476111851293746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with her Great Uncle Herschel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQSK7SamI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GX7wWbjHYmE/s1600-h/100_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQSK7SamI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GX7wWbjHYmE/s320/100_1597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476131814402658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really enjoyed the ramp outside of Herschel's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRk8lz_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/Hb0ZD6MoHYA/s1600-h/100_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRk8lz_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/Hb0ZD6MoHYA/s320/100_1606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476121619320818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRSwdIzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/X5q3kZI0u2A/s1600-h/100_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRSwdIzI/AAAAAAAAAv4/X5q3kZI0u2A/s320/100_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476116736582450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got her a kitchen at a garage sale. Here she is practicing her skills :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQSr5SKCI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SOTEnIlwzGs/s1600-h/100_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQSr5SKCI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SOTEnIlwzGs/s320/100_1596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476140664367138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And one to make you say, "Ahh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRRuskS3-I/AAAAAAAAAwY/LKwz9Un_QgU/s1600-h/100_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRRuskS3-I/AAAAAAAAAwY/LKwz9Un_QgU/s320/100_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333477721392734178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-483645634275554121?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/483645634275554121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=483645634275554121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/483645634275554121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/483645634275554121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/05/shocking.html' title='Shocking!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SgRQRAjtjDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/eAjhGLftrQg/s72-c/100_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2045380638919755846</id><published>2009-04-13T20:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:02:26.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I hope all of you had a wonderful Easter! We were afraid it would be another year where we had to have our egg hunt inside the house, but it turned out to be a beautiful day. Last year Kylee was only 3 months old so she did not participate in the whole egg hunt. We were excited to have a nice day for her first official Easter. Here are some pictures from the day. Sorry Grandmas I didn't get a really good picture of her in her dress. She wouldn't stand still so I had to hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtZghFzNI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5P377vkp7B0/s1600-h/100_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtZghFzNI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5P377vkp7B0/s320/100_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360206963297490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtbalbEEI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/atmFFdhdfTU/s1600-h/100_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtbalbEEI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/atmFFdhdfTU/s320/100_1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360239730593858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee helping Bubba find his eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePta3viqkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Uq_ZtPSt97k/s1600-h/100_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePta3viqkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Uq_ZtPSt97k/s320/100_1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360230377794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtaVAl6pI/AAAAAAAAAvA/euzPSypbbvQ/s1600-h/100_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtaVAl6pI/AAAAAAAAAvA/euzPSypbbvQ/s320/100_1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360221054069394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtZ3SlJ9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/Elx8UjzNGVw/s1600-h/100_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtZ3SlJ9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/Elx8UjzNGVw/s320/100_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360213076453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePvvM6NLbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/E7CzMX2CxCw/s1600-h/100_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePvvM6NLbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/E7CzMX2CxCw/s320/100_1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324362778680307122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryan and his lute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePvvj4YBKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n_Q-_jvw8_M/s1600-h/100_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePvvj4YBKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n_Q-_jvw8_M/s320/100_1586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324362784846644386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee enjoying her chocolate. (Don't worry we only gave her one)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePvvjLm0II/AAAAAAAAAvo/8WvbElcc-iw/s1600-h/100_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePvvjLm0II/AAAAAAAAAvo/8WvbElcc-iw/s320/100_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324362784658870402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See Kylee loves her Bubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching finding a couple of eggs, Kylee decided it was more interesting to go and play in her house.  Luckily we also hid some eggs in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29332ff0af1eea10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29332ff0af1eea10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D43B6B7CF95DA39A084C2F1559A5BC8AE37D9.787414FB8F326135F3110FECFF50124F155D57CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29332ff0af1eea10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj2ZBlbDnmAQrDavJXYFZVDFXTvQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29332ff0af1eea10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D43B6B7CF95DA39A084C2F1559A5BC8AE37D9.787414FB8F326135F3110FECFF50124F155D57CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29332ff0af1eea10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj2ZBlbDnmAQrDavJXYFZVDFXTvQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a great time with Bryan this weekend. He had Friday off so we had a longer visit. We surprised him when he got here with a new room! We painted the walls blue and painted his furniture black so that it would match. He didn't believe us that it was the same furniture. I will get a picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee absolutely adores Bryan. She giggles at him all the time. When she got home to see him she immediately held up her arms for him to hold her. She follows him around and loves to play in the same room as him. I was very proud of him, he even let her play with his cars. He is such a great big brother. I was worried about their relationship since they have been separated, but I think they will get along well. What an answered prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to remember my mom in your prayers. She has begun a lot of the preparations for radiation and is still in good spirits. A friend from school introduced her to her parents and she is staying with them in Houston. Another answered prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2045380638919755846?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29332ff0af1eea10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2045380638919755846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2045380638919755846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2045380638919755846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2045380638919755846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter_13.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SePtZghFzNI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5P377vkp7B0/s72-c/100_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6941064700686103786</id><published>2009-04-08T11:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:22:20.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Kylee had her first Easter egg hunt yesterday at preschool. We practiced the night before. She loved finding the eggs, and she even put them in her basket. Here is a little video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30e1c4bb6f8635fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30e1c4bb6f8635fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73B12A4FCBB2765B5D1D65AB4BEC53D7E250A992.5A20EBB0AA30AA454DE400D3938370D5447B9A2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30e1c4bb6f8635fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXeygcxFJdU90fRiDhFopTF-ECBY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30e1c4bb6f8635fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73B12A4FCBB2765B5D1D65AB4BEC53D7E250A992.5A20EBB0AA30AA454DE400D3938370D5447B9A2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30e1c4bb6f8635fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXeygcxFJdU90fRiDhFopTF-ECBY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go and watch her at the preschool. Here are some pictures from the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzaj1O8ndI/AAAAAAAAAuo/xInWq0-joiQ/s1600-h/100_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzaj1O8ndI/AAAAAAAAAuo/xInWq0-joiQ/s320/100_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322369168765132242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdzajltiWlI/AAAAAAAAAug/5dhK_RUOIZg/s1600-h/100_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdzajltiWlI/AAAAAAAAAug/5dhK_RUOIZg/s320/100_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322369164598467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzajdo7LHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BMpsGfuJveg/s1600-h/100_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzajdo7LHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BMpsGfuJveg/s320/100_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322369162431638642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzai6trafI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SgD2F_DgTqg/s1600-h/100_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzai6trafI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SgD2F_DgTqg/s320/100_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322369153056336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6941064700686103786?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=30e1c4bb6f8635fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6941064700686103786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6941064700686103786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6941064700686103786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6941064700686103786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdzaj1O8ndI/AAAAAAAAAuo/xInWq0-joiQ/s72-c/100_1554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2789517567643559303</id><published>2009-04-07T15:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:56:46.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluebonnets'/><title type='text'>Bluebonnets</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went to visit our sisters. Kylee and I drove Jonathan to the DFW airport where he flew to St. Louis to help his sister pack. Shara has been living there for the last 6 months or so and working as a stenographer. Her company did some reorganizing and she got transferred to Ft. Worth. Yea she is back in Texas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lost going to the airport and leaving. If you have never been there, try to avoid it. I had only been to Lovefield. Plus to top it all off, we got hit while waiting in bumper to bumper traffic. We didn't have time to call the cops b/c Jonathan would have missed his plane. Luckily it wasn't a lot of damage, just a couple of small dents and scrapes. My poor car. Here are some pictures from our trip up there. Kylee had to get out of the car and we found these huge rocks at a truck stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_cieToI/AAAAAAAAAto/_iz0I1340no/s1600-h/100_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_cieToI/AAAAAAAAAto/_iz0I1340no/s320/100_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322052983823683202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_MIVUII/AAAAAAAAAtg/KFD8m3dcEwM/s1600-h/100_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_MIVUII/AAAAAAAAAtg/KFD8m3dcEwM/s320/100_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322052979419074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_JY5eRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Q-yvahyR4UE/s1600-h/100_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_JY5eRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Q-yvahyR4UE/s320/100_1535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322052978683246866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu8W2PlgUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/i69KB1ouSgU/s1600-h/100_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu8W2PlgUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/i69KB1ouSgU/s320/100_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054485372404034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee and I got to Karen's house (my sister) before she got home from work. Here we are waiting on her porch with ALL of our stuff. Remember the days when you only needed a duffle bag for a weekend trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6--Fj8HI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/pssfKRGwxxY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6--Fj8HI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/pssfKRGwxxY/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322052975649353842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to relax on Saturday. Poor Karen had to take one of her certification tests for teaching so I helped her study a little. Then my brother-in-law, Scott, took me to the toll tag office and I now have my very own toll tag. It is very exciting that I no longer have to have cash on hand. While I was in Houston I got quite a few toll violations. I thought it was like Austin where you can not pay the toll and they will send you a bill. I found out that it is not that way. I am still waiting on my TICKET and bill. I'm kind of scared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Shara moved in on Sunday and got home around 6:30 that night. Shara's apt. is very cute and I am excited for her. Thanks for the visits sisters, we had a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some picture of Kylee in the bluebonnets that we found coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_jttSiI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IHDe6nSKsy8/s1600-h/100_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_jttSiI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IHDe6nSKsy8/s320/100_1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322052985749850658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu8XSwHnVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/OnlI6fAT1m4/s1600-h/100_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu8XSwHnVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/OnlI6fAT1m4/s320/100_1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054493025049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu8XPROQuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/t5PLLZCugXs/s1600-h/100_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu8XPROQuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/t5PLLZCugXs/s320/100_1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054492090155746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"See Mommy this one is my favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2789517567643559303?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2789517567643559303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2789517567643559303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2789517567643559303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2789517567643559303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/04/bluebonnets.html' title='Bluebonnets'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/Sdu6_cieToI/AAAAAAAAAto/_iz0I1340no/s72-c/100_1536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7049236695706941713</id><published>2009-04-02T08:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:49:21.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appliances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>New additions</title><content type='html'>Jonathan's parents moved into a new house and we got their old stove and fridge. The stove is a flat top and the fridge is a side by side with the little water and ice thingy. Here are our new additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaVlZPHI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EUl2wcsHxEU/s1600-h/100_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaVlZPHI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EUl2wcsHxEU/s320/100_1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089718046145650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaVsYbAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jKclc1Ywruo/s1600-h/100_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaVsYbAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jKclc1Ywruo/s320/100_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089718075452418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee really likes her bathing suits. She has figured out which drawer they are in and helps herself daily. I guess she likes that they are silky like her blankie. Here is a picture of her carrying them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBZjWfmwI/AAAAAAAAAso/TrQsuVLREW8/s1600-h/100_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBZjWfmwI/AAAAAAAAAso/TrQsuVLREW8/s320/100_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089704561875714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally put one of them on her. She was trying to put it on herself and she was so excited when I helped her. I think I am going to have return it though, it is a 2T and it left little marks on her. I am still waiting for her to "slim down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaJgLm5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/njDEWqvoP1g/s1600-h/100_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaJgLm5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/njDEWqvoP1g/s320/100_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089714803055506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaBSYFBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hATXEdkHaeQ/s1600-h/100_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaBSYFBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hATXEdkHaeQ/s320/100_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089712597668882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7049236695706941713?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7049236695706941713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7049236695706941713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7049236695706941713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7049236695706941713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-additions.html' title='New additions'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdTBaVlZPHI/AAAAAAAAAtI/EUl2wcsHxEU/s72-c/100_1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-4522426497919839246</id><published>2009-04-01T12:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:38:05.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, my mom had surgery about a month ago to remove a tumor in her salivary gland. The doctor seemed very confident that it was benign. The surgery went well and she was recovering nicely. She doesn't have much use of the right side of her face, but that was to be expected. The doctors said it would take a couple of months to get the feeling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went for her post-op about 2 weeks ago and was told that the tumor was malignant. We were shocked. I drove down the next morning to be with her. I got to stay for two days and go to a doctor's appt. with her. I was glad I could hear from the doctor. He said that it is stage 3, but only considered so because it was so big. They are going to start radiation as soon as they can. She is "living" there in Houston for now so she can make it to all of her doctor's appts. She is staying with a very sweet friend and looking into getting into one of the hospitality houses at MD Anderson. She is in great spirits, but please keep her in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are also struggling to find a car that can make the trip back and forth to Houston. Their one working car's transmission went out. Please pray that they can find one that is reliable and reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my mom with Kylee after the surgery. Doesn't she look great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdOmUSpjhEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JvTBNUnDunM/s1600-h/100_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdOmUSpjhEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JvTBNUnDunM/s320/100_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319778452388414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-4522426497919839246?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/4522426497919839246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=4522426497919839246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4522426497919839246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4522426497919839246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SdOmUSpjhEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JvTBNUnDunM/s72-c/100_1512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-547201595058687070</id><published>2009-03-13T14:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:11:38.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Strep, or not</title><content type='html'>I woke up Sunday morning with a horrible sore throat. I have had strep quite a few times and I assumed that's what it was again. So I headed to a doctor after I got home and the rapid test came back negative. So they sent it off, and negative again. This was by far the worst sore throat I have ever had. It lasted 5 whole days and once I even took a vicatin and it didn't even touch the pain. Jonathan is sick now with the same thing and his strep test came back negative too. Maybe we have found a new strain. I finally can swallow with no pain, its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan is home this week, poor guy, two sick parents. It is his Spring Break. But the temperatures are in the 40's and raining. Sunday it was very pretty and Kylee was even sporting her new shorts. Here is a video of her in the SPRINKLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed2992d91871529e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded2992d91871529e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46B8467BB6D0730C7A65E82A6F4DAE85D57B5DAB.5ABCFAEF2F483A1CE83F7A4CDE3FDAA9AA0288F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded2992d91871529e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daon58DN1MmGNA4-6w9EOP2RgKq4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded2992d91871529e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46B8467BB6D0730C7A65E82A6F4DAE85D57B5DAB.5ABCFAEF2F483A1CE83F7A4CDE3FDAA9AA0288F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded2992d91871529e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daon58DN1MmGNA4-6w9EOP2RgKq4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Daddy was a little mean with the water pressure. Kylee came over and gave Mommy a big wet hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another one where Kylee is riding brother's 4-wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-411b178ba9549265" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D411b178ba9549265%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2348EAD810B92E95EB428548D72F83AF8067278D.185500C8D177E82D21ED17602A42120B2AF9AE05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D411b178ba9549265%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_nKrqmTIJh3NjBNT_ONbHt21ICo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D411b178ba9549265%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2348EAD810B92E95EB428548D72F83AF8067278D.185500C8D177E82D21ED17602A42120B2AF9AE05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D411b178ba9549265%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_nKrqmTIJh3NjBNT_ONbHt21ICo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-547201595058687070?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=411b178ba9549265&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed2992d91871529e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/547201595058687070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=547201595058687070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/547201595058687070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/547201595058687070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/03/strep-or-not.html' title='Strep, or not'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8185167686228764096</id><published>2009-03-10T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:31:40.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan&apos;s b-day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS5oW3RZI/AAAAAAAAArg/pkArpDnQRMI/s1600-h/100_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS5oW3RZI/AAAAAAAAArg/pkArpDnQRMI/s320/100_1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594329313592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Jonathan!! He is 30 years old today. I am so happy to have the privileged to be his wife and watch him be such a great father to our kids. We had his birthday celebration last night. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS6-CuUhI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RvAory0Y-xc/s1600-h/100_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS6-CuUhI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RvAory0Y-xc/s320/100_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594352314569234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee really wanted to help Daddy blow out his candles. She even went over and pointed to the lighter to relight the candle. Yes that is an 8 that was cut to look like a 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS534UsDI/AAAAAAAAAro/iryOEDqXAQw/s1600-h/100_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS534UsDI/AAAAAAAAAro/iryOEDqXAQw/s320/100_1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594333480464434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy doing the dishes after his own birthday celebration because I have strep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS6EKhjcI/AAAAAAAAArw/12xOupqWV0w/s1600-h/100_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS6EKhjcI/AAAAAAAAArw/12xOupqWV0w/s320/100_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594336778030530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan decided that he needed to measure the whole house. Kylee of course had to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS6a30BsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/m-SbBzreK0c/s1600-h/100_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS6a30BsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/m-SbBzreK0c/s320/100_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594342873564866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaVUo7c7mI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/tDk90Ao6imw/s1600-h/100_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaVUo7c7mI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/tDk90Ao6imw/s320/100_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311596992346779234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaVUa9nnSI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ssErfLxujws/s1600-h/100_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaVUa9nnSI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ssErfLxujws/s320/100_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311596988597771554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8185167686228764096?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8185167686228764096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8185167686228764096&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8185167686228764096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8185167686228764096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-30th-birthday.html' title='Happy 30th Birthday'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbaS5oW3RZI/AAAAAAAAArg/pkArpDnQRMI/s72-c/100_1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2865246400907916055</id><published>2009-03-05T13:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:40:07.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating, Bubba and other stuff</title><content type='html'>I just got home from work, put Kylee down for a nap, ate a quick lunch and now I finally have a quiet moment to blog a little. Sorry it has been so long. I didn't realize how long it had been until I looked back at the pictures from my camera. I have some catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time with Bryan weekend before last. And he gets to come home again on Saturday. It is his Spring Break. It is a week before mine, so he gets to go the preschool with Kylee and I. I'm sure he will occupy himself with his DS or a movie and it will work out fine. Here is a picture from his last visit. Kylee wasn't sure what to think about someone else being in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoYC0OkpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wkY52j7TIh0/s1600-h/100_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoYC0OkpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wkY52j7TIh0/s320/100_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788354207715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Kylee's baby blessing at church a couple of weeks ago. It was very nice. Grandma got to come, but the rest of the grandparents were sick or working. So here is a picture of her all pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't have any of the actual ceremony. Let me just say that it was the longest service ever. It actually lasted 15 minutes shorter than most, but we had to keep Kylee in the auditorium the whole time. Crazy!! I think she ate her weight in goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoZkuZrcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Y7eDIQSqh40/s1600-h/100_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoZkuZrcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Y7eDIQSqh40/s320/100_1504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788380489952706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylee loves to help mommy clean. I used to block her out of the kitchen when I would mop, but now that she can walk I let her hang out with me. Plus my sis got me a swiffer wetjet for Christmas and it does a good job without making your floor dangerously wet. So Daddy got my old swiffer and shortened it. Now it is perfect for Miss Kylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoZAVnA9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/BkpCZT5ovBc/s1600-h/100_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoZAVnA9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/BkpCZT5ovBc/s320/100_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788370722292690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoYoPInBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9fkU-m2CV5k/s1600-h/100_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoYoPInBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9fkU-m2CV5k/s320/100_1500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788364252683282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very long day. I went to work all day tutoring. Then I came home and got a quick snack with Jonathan. Then we headed over to church for our biweekly counseling. Then we went to the babysitter's to pick up Kylee. We grabbed a bite to eat and headed home. We hadn't seen Kylee all day and we were really hungry. So we decided to have a picnic in the living room hoping that we could play with Kylee while we ate. Well of course she had other plans. She wanted to eat with us! Jonathan got chicken which came with a roll. Kylee helped herself to the roll while we were in the kitchen getting plates. Then I was eating my chicken sandwich and she came over and grabbed a hunk of bread off of my bun. What a silly nut. So after she finished her carbs (we only let her have a little of course). I got her some crushed ice that we had in the freezer and let her go to town. I don't know what her fascination is with ice, but she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbApIXqpvhI/AAAAAAAAArI/8qtP_LPnhdE/s1600-h/100_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbApIXqpvhI/AAAAAAAAArI/8qtP_LPnhdE/s320/100_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789184438418962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbApJdJlADI/AAAAAAAAArY/IRZ3EPKKNpI/s1600-h/100_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbApJdJlADI/AAAAAAAAArY/IRZ3EPKKNpI/s320/100_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789203090178098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbApI-yCiWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9lpAqVk99Tg/s1600-h/100_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbApI-yCiWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9lpAqVk99Tg/s320/100_1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309789194938386786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoZ-Ab06I/AAAAAAAAArA/HrOMvWYjPJg/s1600-h/100_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoZ-Ab06I/AAAAAAAAArA/HrOMvWYjPJg/s320/100_1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788387276477346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how messy my house is in all of these pictures. I have decided that it is more important to play with her than maintain a clean house. Can I hear an amen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2865246400907916055?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2865246400907916055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2865246400907916055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2865246400907916055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2865246400907916055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/03/eating-bubba-and-other-stuff.html' title='Eating, Bubba and other stuff'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SbAoYC0OkpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wkY52j7TIh0/s72-c/100_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-4518117169707921101</id><published>2009-02-25T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:59:26.778-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rodeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Never underestimate your 13 month old!</title><content type='html'>We have always known that Kylee is independent and seems to have no fear. But what we didn't realize is that she is becoming capable of a lot more! Yesterday morning I was getting ready for work. I was in the bathroom putting on my make-up and Kylee was walking in and out of the bathroom entertaining herself very nicely. I hadn't seen her for a while and I wondered what she was up to. She walked into the bathroom and she was smacking her lips. I looked down and she was holding a PEPSI! Daddy must have left it out in the living room. We later figured out that it was on his desk and she must have gotten on her tiptoes to get it. It was all down her shirt and she was a mess! I took the pepsi away and to my surprise, I didn't hear a peep from her. She walked back into the living room and located the puddle of pepsi that she had left in the entry way. She then splashed in it and and drank some more from her fingers. It was like she was saying, "That's okay mom, I have more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was in the kitchen fixing our lunches and Kylee was looking in the pantry. I saw her grab a container of dognuts out of the corner of my eye. I didn't think anything of this though, because she has grabbed these every morning since I have had them. She usually carries them around until I put them back. Well this morning she carried them to the couch and got them OPEN! She then got one out and was eating it when I found her. She licked every bit of chocolate off of her fingers. So I will now have to sweep the LR for drinks and keep the pantry door closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note we are still in the rental. Me and the corolla have gotten pretty close. Jonathan got stopped the other night for driving too fast and the cop asked for his info. He looked at him and said, "This is a rental? It looks like ya'll have moved in." (Don't worry he just got a warning). Tomorrow will be day 30 with our rental car. The day that insurance will cut-off our rental coverage. They are trying to get the shop to pay for the extra week that they are estimating. I can't wait to get my rodeo back so I don't feel like a mouse on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some picture I don't think I have posted yet. If I have oh well I don't have any new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvl6Q3sI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/n2MaxtUyMHo/s1600-h/100_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvl6Q3sI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/n2MaxtUyMHo/s320/100_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306811281277247170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvaTtbjI/AAAAAAAAAqI/texqIw68gTQ/s1600-h/100_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvaTtbjI/AAAAAAAAAqI/texqIw68gTQ/s320/100_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306811278162751026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvdyW81I/AAAAAAAAAqA/PJ2svNAI9uY/s1600-h/100_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvdyW81I/AAAAAAAAAqA/PJ2svNAI9uY/s320/100_1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306811279096607570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we have child locks now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvFaDShI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vogSTyG9WZM/s1600-h/100_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvFaDShI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vogSTyG9WZM/s320/100_1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306811272552204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-4518117169707921101?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/4518117169707921101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=4518117169707921101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4518117169707921101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4518117169707921101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-underestimate-your-13-month-old.html' title='Never underestimate your 13 month old!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SaWUvl6Q3sI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/n2MaxtUyMHo/s72-c/100_1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8574028889106330591</id><published>2009-02-20T09:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:35:14.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly girl</title><content type='html'>Kylee is like most toddlers in that she doesn't care beans about her toys. She would much rather play with anything else. I keep my receipts in the drawer in the coffee table and Kylee loves to open it and get them out. Recently I got a little organized and put them in a folder thingy. Kylee found them and well this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc21c4a93b19fd45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc21c4a93b19fd45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19A5866C858EE6BBCEBDCCDF3701D36AACFE5E6B.7A2D4D896C2539B33E6B41A396FD72D3550305DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc21c4a93b19fd45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA7W59IPETtd8Qu3xAJbdQGk_Sjs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc21c4a93b19fd45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19A5866C858EE6BBCEBDCCDF3701D36AACFE5E6B.7A2D4D896C2539B33E6B41A396FD72D3550305DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc21c4a93b19fd45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA7W59IPETtd8Qu3xAJbdQGk_Sjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8574028889106330591?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc21c4a93b19fd45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8574028889106330591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8574028889106330591&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8574028889106330591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8574028889106330591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/silly-girl.html' title='Silly girl'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5819297624607900981</id><published>2009-02-19T16:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:08:06.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigtails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Pigtails</title><content type='html'>I took these pictures for my mom (she bought this precious outfit for Kylee's b-day). I attempted to put Kylee's hair in pigtails today. The picture that you see is the third time that I had to redo. Kylee was less cooperative each time (they did look better this morning). But anyway my mom said that they are only called pigtails if they are braided. Is that true? I call them pigtails if there are two and a ponytail if there is one. Leave your comments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's room has been closed off since his last home visit. He is coming home tomorrow so I went in there to tidy up. Kylee wanted to explore everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGT6BngI/AAAAAAAAApo/y8tFoSyIcGM/s1600-h/100_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGT6BngI/AAAAAAAAApo/y8tFoSyIcGM/s320/100_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304647832697937410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGL__VTI/AAAAAAAAApg/TIhkIuaUYCs/s1600-h/100_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGL__VTI/AAAAAAAAApg/TIhkIuaUYCs/s320/100_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304647830575469874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGJ_iVLI/AAAAAAAAApY/h5B-fbaJCs4/s1600-h/100_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGJ_iVLI/AAAAAAAAApY/h5B-fbaJCs4/s320/100_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304647830036698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lFxDH4JI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qZ_VbvkQ-uU/s1600-h/100_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lFxDH4JI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qZ_VbvkQ-uU/s320/100_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304647823340855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5819297624607900981?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5819297624607900981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5819297624607900981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5819297624607900981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5819297624607900981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/pigtails.html' title='Pigtails'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZ3lGT6BngI/AAAAAAAAApo/y8tFoSyIcGM/s72-c/100_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-4242583648225742301</id><published>2009-02-17T06:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:06:48.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Yea for Presidents!!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I work at my old school in Killeen on Mondays and Wednesdays. So yesterday I hurried around the house to get out the door by 7:20. Jonathan took Kylee to the babysitter and all was well. Then I got to my school and noticed that there were no cars in the parking lot, weird. So i drove around to the front and looked at the sign and saw that it was President's day, a holiday. Ooops. I don't teach on Fridays and nobody mentioned it. I printed out a school holiday, but I obviously didn't look at it. So I turned around to go back to Temple and get Kylee from the babysitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a whole day to ourselves. It was fun. We danced, rode on her car, built with blocks and got to try out her new miniature chair from Aunt Shara :) I guess she was having so much fun with Mommy that she didn't want to take a nap. She took an hour nap in the morning, but it took forever for her to go to sleep. Then she talked and fussed during what was supposed to be her afternoon nap. She finally slept 20 minutes in the car, but that was it. Then she fought going to bed. I don't know what has gotten into her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Moms I have a question. She has been waking up at 5 ish and not going back to sleep. I have tried two things, I can leave her in her bed until 6 and then get her up and feed her. Then she stays up. Or I can go in and nurse her at 5 and she goes back to sleep until 7. I don't want to feed her too much, but I like her to sleep until 7! Oh and she goes to sleep between 7 and 7:30. Have any of you had similar experiences? Advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cute little chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1_ETk7xI/AAAAAAAAApI/gs7J7RQWAaQ/s1600-h/100_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1_ETk7xI/AAAAAAAAApI/gs7J7RQWAaQ/s320/100_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751606274420498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the freedom of getting out of her chair by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1-x4iwHI/AAAAAAAAApA/PUM9IbnCrYY/s1600-h/100_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1-x4iwHI/AAAAAAAAApA/PUM9IbnCrYY/s320/100_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751601329193074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding her car with Mommy's hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1-q7vhWI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lZ-8i4_wrts/s1600-h/100_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1-q7vhWI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lZ-8i4_wrts/s320/100_1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751599463564642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-4242583648225742301?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/4242583648225742301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=4242583648225742301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4242583648225742301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4242583648225742301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/yea-for-presidents.html' title='Yea for Presidents!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZq1_ETk7xI/AAAAAAAAApI/gs7J7RQWAaQ/s72-c/100_1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7920817984485693226</id><published>2009-02-15T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:10:01.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylee'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>It's a little late, but I wanted to wish all of you a happy Valentine's Day. I hope that you had a wonderful day with your loved ones. In the past Jonathan and I would attempt to have a Romantic evening out. I remember how important this day was, but now that we have Kylee it wasn't so important to be romantic, but to take a day to be thankful for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Kylee and I went to Wal-Mart to finally have her 12 month pictures taken. She is 13 months, but close enough, right? I took some pictures of her in her dress at home. And yes I did attempt to put her hair in a little ponytail. I know, I need practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKYOCe7VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VdwVlDMeo1k/s1600-h/100_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKYOCe7VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VdwVlDMeo1k/s320/100_1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303211078662942034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKX3fbx0I/AAAAAAAAAog/p7ibniFuAbY/s1600-h/100_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKX3fbx0I/AAAAAAAAAog/p7ibniFuAbY/s320/100_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303211072610355010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKXoqjwdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a4vpKHkLoEA/s1600-h/100_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKXoqjwdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a4vpKHkLoEA/s320/100_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303211068630483410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out for an early dinner at Chili's. We got there about 4:45 and got to sit right down. Kylee really liked the corn on the cob. I tried to cut some corn off of it, but she insisted on eating the actually cob. So Jonathan cut off a section and she chowed down. She now has one tooth on the top and another on its way and she is already putting them to good use. Oh and on a teeth note, I brushed her teeth for the first time tonight. She did very well. She thought it was funny and giggled while she tried to eat all of the toothpaste off of the little brush :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed over the nearest Redbox and rented a movie. We got "The Traitor." I had never heard of it, but it turned out to be pretty good. Definitely not a romantic movie, but Jonathan enjoyed it. Then we headed over to the mall to get some goodies. I absolutely love the popcorn from the movie theater so we got some. I used to feel funny just going up and buying popcorn, but I have since gotten over it. Then we got Jonathan some chocolate covered coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our goodies, we headed over to the play area in the mall and let Kylee run around. She had a blast like she always does there. If you locals haven't taken your little ones there, you should try it! Then we came home, put Kylee to bed and enoyed our goodies while we watched the movie. It was a great day. What did you do for Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKYcg8API/AAAAAAAAAow/chIT61Cd_n4/s1600-h/100_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKYcg8API/AAAAAAAAAow/chIT61Cd_n4/s320/100_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303211082548773106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this picture because it shows how Kylee crosses her legs while she eats :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7920817984485693226?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7920817984485693226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7920817984485693226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7920817984485693226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7920817984485693226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZjKYOCe7VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/VdwVlDMeo1k/s72-c/100_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-5660015511814349306</id><published>2009-02-12T19:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:20:04.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZTKrSPWg7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8M0d7wE4uDQ/s1600-h/DSC_3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZTKrSPWg7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8M0d7wE4uDQ/s320/DSC_3329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302085506301330354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I have really been working on getting organized around here. It all started when we lost some of our W-2's and realized that we needed to get our act together. So we went through all the piles of papers around here and shredded most of them (that felt good). We have also been trying to get our priorities straight. We have decided to not turn on the TV until Kylee has gone to bed. Its amazing how much more time we have to spend with her when that darn TV isn't on. We have been taking her outside and letting her run around on the trampoline...she loves it! We need to save for a net now b/c it is making me nervous that she might go over the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my hubby. He had to cover someone's late shift the other night so he got off 2 hours early today. When he got home I was cleaning the house while Kylee was napping. He said, "Let me eat my lunch and then I'll help you clean." I nearly fell out of my chair! There was no nagging or anything it just came out of his mouth. I absolutely love it when he helps me clean. Not only is it nice to do something together, but he cleans better than I do. He doesn't get overwhelmed, he just keeps going until the job is done. I love that about him. So I just wanted to give him credit for being so sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-5660015511814349306?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/5660015511814349306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=5660015511814349306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5660015511814349306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/5660015511814349306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-hubby.html' title='Great Hubby'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SZTKrSPWg7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8M0d7wE4uDQ/s72-c/DSC_3329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-4966123469055538920</id><published>2009-02-06T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:59:43.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>What Have You Done?</title><content type='html'>I was tagged to participate in this...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;What Have You Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?...questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://new-conversazione.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://thekurths.com/"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedominguezfamilyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://alysonklein.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alyson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://zeeceeandjofe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to participate, just copy and paste in your blog girls and bold all of the things you have done. It's kind of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Given to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightning storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Drank an entire Sonic Route 66 by yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Traced your family tree at least 4 generations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Learned a new language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Swam with a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been IN a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cut your own hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;Driven a stick shift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited the Vatican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;Read an entire series of books by one author&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Pacific Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. &lt;strong&gt;Learned to play an instrument&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-4966123469055538920?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/4966123469055538920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=4966123469055538920&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4966123469055538920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/4966123469055538920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-have-you-done.html' title='What Have You Done?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-842571132466226770</id><published>2009-02-05T19:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:15:47.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampoline</title><content type='html'>Kylee absolutely loves to go outside these days. She stands at the window and bangs on it while crying to let us know. Needless to say we usually take her outside. As soon as we get out there she wants to get on the trampoline. She giggles with glee when we bounce her. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-TK-_MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TiZPWcECOw8/s1600-h/100_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-TK-_MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TiZPWcECOw8/s320/100_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299486587480898754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-O3-iCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6k1t52nOqBY/s1600-h/100_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-O3-iCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6k1t52nOqBY/s320/100_1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299486586327435298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-EII2BI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yWl75sqN818/s1600-h/100_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-EII2BI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yWl75sqN818/s320/100_1475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299486583442429970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO9jU3tAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/YtWRyJU0kwk/s1600-h/100_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO9jU3tAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/YtWRyJU0kwk/s320/100_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299486574637462530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO9nbVA8I/AAAAAAAAAno/cABP8v8cFeI/s1600-h/100_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO9nbVA8I/AAAAAAAAAno/cABP8v8cFeI/s320/100_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299486575738291138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-842571132466226770?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/842571132466226770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=842571132466226770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/842571132466226770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/842571132466226770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/trampoline.html' title='Trampoline'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYuO-TK-_MI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TiZPWcECOw8/s72-c/100_1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-8755674884351577408</id><published>2009-02-03T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:03:27.861-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>So Kylee has held out all of this time. Jonathan and I think that she is perfectly capable of communicating by speaking, but simply chooses not to. Don't get me wrong, she definitely communicates, just not through words so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Debi got her a new jungle animal book for her birthday and she loves it. So now my daughter can make the sounds of an elephant and a snake. Most kids might choose to first utter sounds of cats or dogs, not my girl. I tried to get her to perform for her preschool teacher this morning and Kylee looked at me like I was from mars! But hey any progress is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her babysitter said that she heard her say, "No" yesterday. I haven't heard it yet, so I am hoping it was a fluke. I would rather her say anything but no. Sorry I don't have any new pictures :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-8755674884351577408?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/8755674884351577408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=8755674884351577408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8755674884351577408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/8755674884351577408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/02/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-6967289427300489962</id><published>2009-01-29T16:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:17:07.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wreck'/><title type='text'>Hug Your Babies</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was driving to work after I had dropped Kylee off at the babysitters and I found some black ice. Before I new it, I was spinning in circles and seeing my life flash before me. I finally skidded to a halt on the other side of the bridge. I was on the inside lane and I crossed over two lanes of traffic. I got out without a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately began praying and thanking God for saving my life. I realized that my life was totally in God's hands. I had heard of others having trouble in ice, but I always thought that I would know how to handle it. I quickly learned that I had absolutely no control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God was watching over me b/c it could have  been sooo much worse. There was no traffic coming from the other direction when I crossed over the two lanes. There was a nice big wall that kept my car from going over the bridge. Kylee was not with me. A very nice man stopped to help me and let me use his cell phone (of all days for mine to cut out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop arrived about 20 minutes after we called him and then Jonathan came about 15 minutes after that. He was my knight in shining armor. I was so glad to see him. I ended up taking him back to work and heading on to Killeen (driving a different route of course). As soon as I picked Kylee up from the babysitter's I gave her a big hug and thanked God for giving me the chance to hug my baby many more times. So go and hug your baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYIqKpg7cLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/A2hVBWiXWIk/s1600-h/100_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYIqKpg7cLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/A2hVBWiXWIk/s320/100_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296842474172149938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-6967289427300489962?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/6967289427300489962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=6967289427300489962&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6967289427300489962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/6967289427300489962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/01/hug-your-babies.html' title='Hug Your Babies'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SYIqKpg7cLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/A2hVBWiXWIk/s72-c/100_1308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3791820310383367153</id><published>2009-01-20T15:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:44:09.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st birthday party'/><title type='text'>PARTY!</title><content type='html'>Well we survived the 1st birthday, and we had a blast! All of Kylee's cousins that live in the area were able to join us and Kylee was her happy old self the whole time. I let her take a nap while everyone was getting here and visiting and then we woke her up and she adjusted quite well. She was a little clingy to Mommy, but that is to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually helped open the presents this time, unlike Christmas where she just watched me do it. She massaged her cake, but didn't eat it until we put a little on a separate plate for her. I think the whole thing was a little overwhelming. I made the cake and I think it turned out a lot like the picture I found on the internet. For those of you who don't know, my mom is a cake decorator. While she was here to coach me, she didn't do any of the icing, except the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was also able to come home this weekend for the party. He was such a sweet big brother. We had a good time with him. It was very hard to take him back. It is getting harder and harder on both of us with each home visit. Please pray that Jonathan and I are able to get in the right place to take him back this summer. We have been working through some things, but we aren't quite there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDL4qLLLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VZMGRqF5rrc/s1600-h/100_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDL4qLLLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VZMGRqF5rrc/s320/100_1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492283487497394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDNsIv7qI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Dv438-jMhaw/s1600-h/100_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDNsIv7qI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Dv438-jMhaw/s320/100_1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492314485812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDNG1cmyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/B9ty5q9ub3g/s1600-h/100_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDNG1cmyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/B9ty5q9ub3g/s320/100_1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492304472742690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is everyone staring at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDNyvPMTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u0z9_XKIs6E/s1600-h/100_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDNyvPMTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u0z9_XKIs6E/s320/100_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492316257857842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEXRZ56tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eV_XHgTWyC8/s1600-h/dog-birthday-cake-11.jpg"&gt;This was my model&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEXRZ56tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eV_XHgTWyC8/s320/dog-birthday-cake-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293493578620332754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final product before Kylee got to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDMbLRkKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VptfVmANP7o/s1600-h/100_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDMbLRkKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VptfVmANP7o/s320/100_1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492292753133730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEWRERfMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/c6p7ymQ7Qvk/s1600-h/100_1452.JPG"&gt;Yea for cake!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEWRERfMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/c6p7ymQ7Qvk/s320/100_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293493561349733570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I eat it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEWm57KsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/XAuTbbc3sfw/s1600-h/100_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEWm57KsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/XAuTbbc3sfw/s320/100_1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293493567211907778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my baby wants some?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEW8JSW7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/scFN8szOa7U/s1600-h/100_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEW8JSW7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/scFN8szOa7U/s320/100_1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293493572913486770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, they're staring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEXNNfNmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/N6ZDtEskQmQ/s1600-h/100_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEXNNfNmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/N6ZDtEskQmQ/s320/100_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293493577494509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZEWRERfMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/c6p7ymQ7Qvk/s1600-h/100_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3791820310383367153?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3791820310383367153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3791820310383367153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3791820310383367153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3791820310383367153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/01/party.html' title='PARTY!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXZDL4qLLLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VZMGRqF5rrc/s72-c/100_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-1944793529413768522</id><published>2009-01-16T16:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:50:37.601-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson'/><title type='text'>Jungle Boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend we went to Austin and got to see Kylee's cousin Jackson. Here they are doing the "Jungle Boogie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2aca903a59c47d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2aca903a59c47d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE0096780E08F881372EC958E73B61F02A58CECE.3F3C3171F4E23ED37DC3841A18DFF57C64476F68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2aca903a59c47d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhQyx4oad3ojqnvE-ZKq_mhtm598&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2aca903a59c47d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329896892%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE0096780E08F881372EC958E73B61F02A58CECE.3F3C3171F4E23ED37DC3841A18DFF57C64476F68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2aca903a59c47d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhQyx4oad3ojqnvE-ZKq_mhtm598&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other pictures from our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3tHxN1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qUMl0WkHV2A/s1600-h/100_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3tHxN1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qUMl0WkHV2A/s320/100_1388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292025188281562962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee and cousin Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3aoSrFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/nE67JlVz4l0/s1600-h/100_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3aoSrFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/nE67JlVz4l0/s320/100_1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292025183317699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3D3_bdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/dS2IAtuWty4/s1600-h/100_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3D3_bdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/dS2IAtuWty4/s320/100_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292025177209531858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee and her Great-Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM2seCTMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xPDiggyJ_lo/s1600-h/100_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM2seCTMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xPDiggyJ_lo/s320/100_1384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292025170926652610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylee, Jackson and Nonny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM2O4QL3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pvgCEVEYjgs/s1600-h/100_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM2O4QL3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pvgCEVEYjgs/s320/100_1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292025162983550834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-1944793529413768522?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a2aca903a59c47d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/1944793529413768522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=1944793529413768522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1944793529413768522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/1944793529413768522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/01/jungle-boogie.html' title='Jungle Boogie'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SXEM3tHxN1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qUMl0WkHV2A/s72-c/100_1388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-2127572976950910452</id><published>2009-01-14T20:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:28:26.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>I hope I'm smarter than a fifth grader</title><content type='html'>I started my new job on Monday. I headed back to my old school to tutor math and reading. Remember that I was a music teacher, so we'll see how it goes. It was very weird to be back on my old stomping ground. The kids would see me and it would take them a second to register who I am. It was like a came back from the dead. But they were very happy to see me and all wanted to know why I wasn't teaching music anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tutoring 5th grade which is great because I know most of them from last year. Their teachers were very helpful and I even got to observe a couple of classes to get me up to speed on what they are working on. I had to review all of my old math stuff. Luckily it all came back to me, so maybe I am smarter than a fifth grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be my second day on the job, but Kylee was running fever this morning. So on my second day I had to take a day off. Oh well, such is the life of a mom :) Kylee got her 12 month shots yesterday afternoon and I think her fever is a reaction from those. It was 101.7 at one point, no wonder she was feeling bad. I enjoyed holding her all day since she is usually very independent. She was in bed by 6:30, poor baby girl. I am hoping she will be feeling better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of new pictures to post, but my camera needs new batteries and we are out. So I will have to load them on my computer tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-2127572976950910452?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/2127572976950910452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=2127572976950910452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2127572976950910452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/2127572976950910452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-im-smarter-than-fifth-grader.html' title='I hope I&apos;m smarter than a fifth grader'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-3259622654818127747</id><published>2009-01-13T19:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:12:51.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Look below</title><content type='html'>I posted out of order and so a lot of you have missed the post below her birthday post. It has lots of pictures and even a video if you want to check it out. My family is always bugging me for more pictures so i didn't want them to miss out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-3259622654818127747?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/3259622654818127747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=3259622654818127747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3259622654818127747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/3259622654818127747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-below.html' title='Look below'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14287409.post-7308066055957355700</id><published>2009-01-12T17:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:28:15.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY GIRL!!</title><content type='html'>One year ago our sweet little Kylee was born at 2:56 PM. Everyone told me how quickly it would go by, but I couldn't understand it until I lived it. We have absolutely enjoyed being Kylee's parents. She has such a tender spirit and curious personality. I love to watch her as she discovers all of the things around her. She has been such a joy in our lives. We feel honored to be your parents and we are looking forward to sharing so many more memories with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the past year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: We just let her eat her cupcake and she absolutely loved it. She spit up a little when she got out of the bathtub so I guess it was a sugar overload. We also let her have a cup of whole milk with her dinner and she loved that too. I was dreading the transition, but it was no problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5m_eQS0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/2xpDhuJ9OXs/s1600-h/100_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5m_eQS0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/2xpDhuJ9OXs/s320/100_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596635545455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5ncja-qI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R-V4E-qsqtU/s1600-h/000_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5ncja-qI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R-V4E-qsqtU/s320/000_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596643351755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5ntxCSDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OOUuLYcu_KY/s1600-h/100_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5ntxCSDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OOUuLYcu_KY/s320/100_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596647972259890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5n2FpiSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ki9FzcdG43M/s1600-h/100_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5n2FpiSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ki9FzcdG43M/s320/100_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596650206202146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5qAGYMAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/C6KHh6119ZE/s1600-h/IMG_6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRJOus9LUqk/SWv5qAGYMAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/C6KHh6119ZE/s320/IMG_6551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596687253352450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14287409-7308066055957355700?l=ouronlinetome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/feeds/7308066055957355700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14287409&amp;postID=7308066055957355700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7308066055957355700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14287409/posts/default/7308066055957355700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ouronlinetome.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-girl.html' title='BIRTHDAY GIRL!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' he
