<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:27:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Our Teen and Toddler Town</title><description>Our wonderful life with a teen and a toddler.  Every day is eventful and a wonderful blessing.</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-8984683788134244049</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T06:22:27.500-08:00</atom:updated><title>Precious Moments</title><description>Yesterday I woke up to the most beautiful sound.  The sound of our little Lulee's voice.  She was observing the sunshine that was shining through the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, the sun's awake", "The moon and the stars are asleep", "the dark went away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple, yet very complex thinking for a 2 1/2 year old.  It had to be one of the sweetest ways to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on in the evening Sadie Bug decides to make her lunch for today without even being asked.  That in itself was a sweet moment for me on the "Teen" side of our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing us with two beautiful and loving girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-8984683788134244049?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/precious-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-3460960604369758700</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T16:50:55.373-08:00</atom:updated><title>Awwwweee How Sweet</title><description>I was sitting in Lulee's room cleaning up the playdough that was on her floor when she ever so graciously brought me a cup of water. My initial thought was how sweet, I am thirsty. My second thought was, oh crap where did this water come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been the ultimate "I'll do it myself" week. She is a little over 2 1/2 now and she wants to dress herself, potty by herself, feed herself, and every other thing you can think of BY HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been taking her stool everywhere with her. She has been turning the lights and fans on. She has been washing her hands by herself without our knowledge until the evidence presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been doing really well washing her own dishes in her little play kitchen. She even decided the pretend faucet wasn't doing enough for her. She needed to poor her whole sippy cup full of water in her sink and get the forbidden soap "HERSELF" and wash her dishes for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the cup of water she ever so graciously brought me while I was in her room, it was retrieved from none other than the potty!!! And NO I DID NOT DRINK IT. I know not to ever drink or eat anything a child this age brings you.  Act proud of them, but don't be stupid. The food might have been dipped in potty gravy......you never know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-3460960604369758700?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2009/02/awwwweee-how-sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-1270802305121393728</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T19:32:14.544-08:00</atom:updated><title>Did I just do that... Did I just say that... yikes!!!</title><description>To all of you who have had to prepare a house to be on the market and keep it perfectly spottless each time the house was shown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had our house on the market for about a month now.  We spent two weeks getting it prepared with decluttering and minor repairs.  Since then we have really busted bootie keeping it tip top clean for the showings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had three showings within this month.  Today being the third.  I knew of the appoinment since yesterday and started last night with the cleaning.  I cleaned this morning before the showing time and it looked really good.  I lit the blueberry candle so the aroma would fill the house before the realtor and buyers came.  I wiped down any and every countertop making it spotless.  I made sure the kitty litter was cleaned out and every bit of trash taken out of the house.  Everything looked spottless and smelled great. I made sure to open all the blinds and turn on all the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The showing was supposed to be at 11 but they were about 15 minutes early, which I was prepared for, so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a phone call from the realtor letting us know that she would be here in 5 minutes.  No biggy, I had everything packed up and was ready to go.  I figured they would be early anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to spend time with my grandmother during the showing.  We ate lunch, relaxed and visited with each other for a while.  My Mom came over and we all had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hot date with hubby later on so I had to go home and get ready.  My Mom took the kiddos home with her and I was on my way to having some relaxing "me" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came inside our house and the lights were all still turned on, and it smelled really good, like a fresh baked blueberry cobbler.  I was impressed with our house and thought Man, I would buy this house!!! :) It was spottless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I would go take a hot bath to relax and get ready for the date with hubby.  I went into my daughter's bathroom to retrieve the shampoo and you would not believe what was there to greet me.  None other than the wrapped up (thank GOD) pad that I had left on the counter.  I had everything perfect except forgetting to throw away the pad.  How embarrassing.  Thank God it was wrapped up and not exposed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was definitely one of MY most embarrassing moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are not through with this day.  Hubby and I went to a nice restaurant tonight that he made reservations for.  As soon as we walk in, he approached the nicely dressed lady in at the hostess stand.  Hubby walked up to her and with a very self pleasing debonair charisma, states"our last name" she looks back at him and then he adds, "for two".  She proceeded to look at Hubby and I, then very strangely states "excuse me".   That is when Hubby finally realizes that she was not the hostess, but in fact a lady that may have felt halfway good about the way she looked until hubby let her know she simply looked like "the help".  He turned 3 shades of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were taken upstairs to eat at a table overlooking the balcony.  I went to pull my chair out while hubby was talking with the server.  I started to sit down and hubby, not realizing that I had already pulled my chair out, pulled it out even further before I sat in it and I almost fell on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have had a pretty embarrassing day and have survived!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been the most OMG or TMI day you've had???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-1270802305121393728?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-i-just-do-that-did-i-just-say-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-2962493495852865437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T06:06:25.799-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy 2009!!!!</title><description>Has another year gone by already!!!  Wow time does fly.  Just a year ago little Lulee was forming sentences, walking much better and didn't even have all her teeth in.   Now she has all her teeth, requesting that she gets braces like her big sister and running and flipping everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago Sadie Bug was just in the 7th grade still having one more year to tackle of middle school.  She barely could do a back walk over and now she is doing round off back handsprings!!!Now we are looking at the fact that she will be in high school in a few short months!!!  She has her braces and will be out of them in time for Senior portraits.  Oh my Gosh!!!  this is going by way too fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Hubby just started his job with his current company.  He has really enjoyed working there and he is starting back to school for his master's  next week.  We have talked about it for a really long time and now it is finally about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephews Nick-Nick and Logie Lu have grown unbelievably in maturity.  They are into every sport under the sun each season.  They are such cute little men now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really bittersweet!!!  My babies are growing up.  One is approaching high school and the other, pre-school.  Slow down Father Time and let me catch up and be able to absorb all the changes, being prepared to move on to the next stages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!!!  2009 is going to be a great year!!!  If I can stick with my New Year's resolutions it will be even better:  Excersize, get more organized, stop gossipping.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-2962493495852865437?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-3854608507818594690</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T06:44:41.494-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bathroom Moments</title><description>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok our little Lulee who is only 2 1/2 is fascinated with the potty and all it's magical abilities. I try to go out of the bathroom when she is in there doing her "business" to give her privacy. She becomes very imaginative in the bathroom and loses herself in the moment. She was looking at a PC magazine, because you know she&lt;a href="http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/09/courtesy-flushing-and-need-to-read.html"&gt; HAS to have a book while she potties&lt;/a&gt;, and decided that the front cover was a picture of me as Super Mommy, a Super Hero with Super Powers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She will, most of the time, let me know when she is done (unless she gets into something that she doesn't want me to know she's into. Like the time that she decided to write on the wall with lipstick!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other day I came back to check on her after her 10 minute session. She was turned around with her head down toward the potty saying something. I could barely hear her so I had to get really close and listen. She was saying "March, march, march". March of the Penguins......I think not!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUpeweW_J_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/1lXRVtwZKVI/s1600-h/DSC06064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281137699921537010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUpeweW_J_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/1lXRVtwZKVI/s400/DSC06064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me as Super Mommy according to Lulee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUpUxXCu0yI/AAAAAAAAAjo/unk3fqFjfzk/s1600-h/DSC05643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281126720021123874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUpUxXCu0yI/AAAAAAAAAjo/unk3fqFjfzk/s400/DSC05643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is going to be a great artist!!! She works well with any material... fabric, sheetrock, flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-3854608507818594690?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/bathroom-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUpeweW_J_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/1lXRVtwZKVI/s72-c/DSC06064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-2017320344377074266</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T11:04:50.986-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy 3 Year Anniversary!!!</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUASwe8z_tI/AAAAAAAAAjg/s-6dOhtpYw0/s1600-h/DSC_1885a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278239387429371602" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUASwe8z_tI/AAAAAAAAAjg/s-6dOhtpYw0/s400/DSC_1885a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 3 year anniversary!!! Let me start out by saying I am so in love with my Hubby and family. Last night our 13 year old, Sadie Bug and our 2 year old Lulee was working on our presents. I came in on them and caught them, or should I say Lulee told on themselves. :) As soon as I walked in Lulee said "We are making presents!!!". I said for who and she said for you and Daddy. She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran in to the office last night while I was on the computer and was screaming "Happy....(still contemplating what she was supposed to say per her Big Sister's Cue) Present"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Present? I said. She said Mmmm Hmmm for you and Daddy. She handed me this cute little paper airplane that she colored and Big Sister made. Big Sister has also made us something else, but she is keeping us in suspense. She won't give it to us until after school today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are't they precious. Here is the pic of our paper airplane present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/ST_ni6eEhBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/g9VBFyfIMFI/s1600-h/DSC05924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278191875298460690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/ST_ni6eEhBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/g9VBFyfIMFI/s400/DSC05924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/ST_nirU7L0I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xYXuMYSO-V8/s1600-h/DSC05923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278191871233568578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/ST_nirU7L0I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xYXuMYSO-V8/s400/DSC05923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up this morning to find a dozen red roses, a picture of our wedding day (at our reception), and a card which reads "Sealed with a kiss...12.10.05". Hubby did so good!!!! It was a pleasant surprise. Then he admits to me that he has NEVER, EVER in his lifetime bought a dozen roses. I was shocked because I could've sworn that he got me some before. I'm the type of girl though that is just satisfied with getting any and have never really counted them. I asked him how did he escape ever getting a girl a dozen red roses. He had some smooth answer, but to be honest I think he could get away with just about anything with his gorgeous, mesmorizing, blue eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/ST_niQt6ohI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WllaYpMQivo/s1600-h/3+year+anniversary+present+from+Hubby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278191864090632722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/ST_niQt6ohI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WllaYpMQivo/s400/3+year+anniversary+present+from+Hubby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love you Hubby and am so glad to have met, fell in love with, got married to, and have children with!!! Happy 3 year Anniversary!!!! I am looking forward to many, many, more with you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-2017320344377074266?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-3-year-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SUASwe8z_tI/AAAAAAAAAjg/s-6dOhtpYw0/s72-c/DSC_1885a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-6220840633000020662</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T05:49:32.221-08:00</atom:updated><title>I've joined the bandwagon!!!</title><description>I have heard so much about these Twilight books and the movie that I was sick of it before it was even playing in the theaters. I did not want to read anything about bloodsuckers much less watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after talking with my friend Jolie and hearing over and over about her love for the book and mainly "Edward" I have become really intrigued, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then low and behold my friend Stephanie, who I read her blog everyday, has switched over to the dark side too and now she is having a &lt;a href="http://stephaniemgriffin.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-christmas-giveaway.html"&gt;"Twilight Christmas Giveaway"&lt;/a&gt; on her blog. Ok, so now not only am I intrigued, I am now DETERMINED to win this giveaway. Go on over and check out her blog. You can enter to win too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking to my friend Jolie and I decided to take a picture and send it to her for my contribution to the "Twilight" cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/STPoCytlyJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SWnnicGVfzQ/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274814723251357842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/STPoCytlyJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SWnnicGVfzQ/s400/DSC05816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, we had been making our traditional Christmas cookies while I was talking to Jolie as she was reading excerpts from the 3rd Twilight book. I felt inspired and had to show her my support. It's hard to smile with big cookie bits shaped like fangs in your mouth. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/STPoCytlyJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SWnnicGVfzQ/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-6220840633000020662?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-joined-bandwagon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/STPoCytlyJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SWnnicGVfzQ/s72-c/DSC05816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-8642309691897666446</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T18:28:48.938-08:00</atom:updated><title>You know you've gone to the doctor way too much when....</title><description>your 2 1/2 year old daughter comes to you and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt;:  I need to call the doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Why do you need to call the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt;:  Because I stepped on a cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  I'm sure you will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt;:  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NEEEED&lt;/span&gt; to call the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (Making a call to her friend and having her pretend she's the doctor) Yes Dr. J &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt; must talk to you.  She stepped on a cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt;:  (says absolutely nothing and runs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, ever since &lt;a href="http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby-got-braces.html"&gt;Sadie Bug got braces &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt; has decided that she needs them too.  She told me the other day that her teeth hurt.  She said that the doctor would fix them and give her braces.  I even caught her putting cheerios on the fronts of her teeth and telling me they were braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/09/courtesy-flushing-and-need-to-read.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt; also had a bad rash &lt;/a&gt;a few months back and she has let me know over and over that the doctor fixed her booty.  She thinks that this doctor has hung the moon.  I'm not sure she hasn't. ;)  Truth be known this is the kindest, caring, and thorough doctor I've ever met.  We are lucky to have her and she's young so we may have her through the duration of childhood years on up into the teens maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-8642309691897666446?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-youve-gone-to-doctor-way-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-2515327127406705144</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T06:17:16.219-08:00</atom:updated><title>Fun Day Off for Veteran's Day</title><description>Yesterday was a fun, laid back day for the Fam.  Sadie Bug was home from school.  Hubby was able to be with us, Lulee was loving it all.   We made the most of our day without going anywhere.  Sometimes it is nice to do just that, when you are constantly running here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with a nice breakfast together, which we hardly ever get to do with Sadie Bug because she is out to meet the bus so early.  We then spent time together watching our favorite shows.  Then came the really fun stuff.  We started painting Sadie Bug's room, upon her request.  It was a really calming and pretty color of blue (kind of like the toothepaste color) and now it is a brighter, pretty shade of orange.  I helped hubby paint a small amount.  I did the trim work around the doors and the windows and then he did the rest.  It still needs a second coat, but it is looking good.  All teens should be this lucky.  To be able to request a color even if it is one that you may not agree with.  Let them express themselves in as many areas of life as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to paint my room black when I was a teen (I know that is a little much) and my Mom wouldn't let me.  The closest she would compromise on was a dark green.  I painted my room myself that weekend and learned to enjoy it almost as much as I would the black.  I swore that when I got out on my own I would have a black room.  Yeah, I've been on my own for a while now and I have yet to have my black room.  I do have dark chocolate in my bedroom however.  That's getting close right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all enjoyed our day yesterday.  I felt like we were giving Sadie Bug something she truly wanted.  Lulee was satisfied with getting to play and spend time with Sister.  Hubby loves to paint.   I actually had some time for myself as well to work on my hairbows.  With all the Green and Red ribbon that I have been using I feel like I can't distinguish between the two anymore.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of pictures to put on this post, but I'm having trouble loading them for some reason.  Anyway, I will work on getting the pics put on soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-2515327127406705144?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-day-off-for-veterans-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-3839118189220236471</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T07:14:06.368-08:00</atom:updated><title>A rough bath time....literally</title><description>Our two year old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt;, is so sweet trying to do for herself. Miss Independent tries to do everything by herself. She doesn't like when I try to give her bites of something. She wants to take it away from me and do it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; the other night and she decided she was going to bathe herself. That's fine, I had a soft washcloth in there for her to use and she knows how to use the pump to get her body wash out. It looked like she had everything under control. She was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sudsied&lt;/span&gt; up, smiling and very proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a bath with her and looked up and noticed that she had left the nice, soft little washcloth that I had gotten for her. She was definitely using something. It had suds all over it and I couldn't tell what it was. I grabbed it from her and rinsed it off. I can't believe I didn't even notice that she was washing with none other than a pumice stone. Why didn't she use her soft wash cloth that I had purposefully put in there for her?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose the hard pumice stone over the cloth!!! I told her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lulee&lt;/span&gt; that is not for your body. It is for your feet!". Of course her reply was the same reply that I have heard a hundred times over lately. "WHY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently her technique of exfoliating her body didn't seem to bother her any. I had to, of course, pick the stone up and rub in on my skin to see how bad it would feel. If you don't rub it over your skin too hard it doesn't feel too bad. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She might be on to something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-3839118189220236471?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/rough-bath-timeliterally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-2026572078374635130</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-09T12:30:27.368-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm aspiring to be more like my cats...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SRdC9TTP_tI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OOXPPuF2vdI/s1600-h/DSC05516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266751910153551570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SRdC9TTP_tI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OOXPPuF2vdI/s400/DSC05516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Relaxing kitties &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lylah&lt;/span&gt; and Lizzie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone who knows me, knows that I max out my day with everything possible that I can fit in and then some. I don't even know if I know how to relax. I am constantly trying to rack my brain to come up with ideas on how to make extra money for the family, even when it is not really needed. I clean my friend's house for her twice a month, I make and sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hairbows&lt;/span&gt;, and I sell things on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;. I even started a new stay at home job today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; calls from customers, after already feeling overwhelmed and overbooked with my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It did not go well to say the least. There were several things we had to do to get ready for this job. We had to cancel our existing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and phone service because they cut out intermittently ALL the time since we first signed up with them about a year ago. We had to sign up with another provider and get just a basic line with no call waiting, caller id, or voice mail. We also had to put a bi-fold door on our office to eliminate kiddo and animal noises that would be heard when taking the calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First two calls I got today, the headset that we purchased specifically for this job had a super loud buzzing in the line where they couldn't hear me and I got hung up on. The system did not work right. I had a man that was in his 90's and could not hear well (poor thing). I had to shout the scripts that had to be read verbatim to him along with all the 6 or 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;up sells&lt;/span&gt;. The F Keys that were required to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; throughout the screens did not work. I got booted out of their system twice. The phone disconnected a couple of times as well. Every time I tried to type information in, there was a delay of about 10 seconds with each key stroke! The customers were getting upset as was I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was truly a MISERABLE experience today. So much that I have decided to resign EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY for that specific skill not the company itself. Now whether they will assign a different skill for me or not is left to be determined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until then, I will continue being a full time Mommy with all the Mommy duties that come along with it, clean my friend's house twice a month, sell items on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;, and make and sell my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hairbows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the future, however, I believe that I am going to take the unspoken lessons that I have learned from my cats and JUST RELAX!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would love to be in their shoes, or paws rather, for just ONE day!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for letting me vent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-2026572078374635130?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-aspiring-to-be-more-like-my-cats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SRdC9TTP_tI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OOXPPuF2vdI/s72-c/DSC05516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-6423356225227441233</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T17:55:06.504-08:00</atom:updated><title>No Lylah eating Mommy</title><description>Our little kitty has this habit of nursing. She loves to get on your lap while you are trying to watch tv., on the computer or whatever you are trying to do. She will start nursing your shirt or your pants. I had never had a cat do this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to google it to figure out if something was wrong with her. Maybe she had been taken from her Mom too early. Apparently after some research, it is quite commen for kitties to do this. This person online had a cat that did it's whole life (20 years). I had talked to a friend of mine the other day and he said that his cat had done it it's whole life too. It is a thing that they do for comfort and they are content with their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Lylah the kitty was on me nursing as usual and my two year old Lulee got really upset. She came over to us and tried to push the cat off of me. I told her it's ok. Lylah is just trying to nurse. She would not have it. She was really upset and yelled "NO LYLAH EATING MOMMY". I laughed so hard. Poor thing thought this little kitty meant business and was going to eat me. Needless to say kitty had to get off my lap at this point. I didn't want my child witnessing my early demise due to being eaten by a kitty. She would have been traumatized for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-6423356225227441233?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-lylah-eating-mommy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-7515231893219343707</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T04:53:59.992-08:00</atom:updated><title>Please Vote</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't Forget to Vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ-fGROYJFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LmKIkD7gQlE/s1600-h/DSC05381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264601419471135826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ-fGROYJFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LmKIkD7gQlE/s400/DSC05381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't Forget to Vote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&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/8428276577092515054-7515231893219343707?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-vote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ-fGROYJFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LmKIkD7gQlE/s72-c/DSC05381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-782115478348824257</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-03T06:21:33.776-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Halloween</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GoSi82lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/963y3hXCbSo/s1600-h/DSC05352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264433778662365778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GoSi82lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/963y3hXCbSo/s400/DSC05352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't my little pumpkin carrying a pumpkin cute!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GnqtcWvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zCEUKQEzgCg/s1600-h/DSC05345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264433767968955122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GnqtcWvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zCEUKQEzgCg/s400/DSC05345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister and my nephews went with us to trick-or-treat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GnCP8QrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3dJljNL3z64/s1600-h/DSC05344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264433757107798706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GnCP8QrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3dJljNL3z64/s400/DSC05344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; It started getting a little colder toward the end and Lulee decided it was time to ride in her wagon. She wanted to walk the entire time up until this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DSQ8NBPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QEs-RqdGaE4/s1600-h/DSC05354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264430101739406578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DSQ8NBPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QEs-RqdGaE4/s400/DSC05354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here we are. I'm helping Lulee get up the steps for her first house to get candy from during our trick-or-treating spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DRq4a4fI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dISjyQRK7oc/s1600-h/DSC05347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264430091522990578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DRq4a4fI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dISjyQRK7oc/s400/DSC05347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is Logie (dead football player/car crash) , Sadie Bug (gothic rag doll), and Nick-Nick (live football player).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DRMhGSWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7_tiPaFvfQI/s1600-h/DSC05343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264430083372108130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DRMhGSWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7_tiPaFvfQI/s400/DSC05343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby dressed up as a pirate and then forgot his eyepatch and earring. Check out his sleeve of tattoes on his left arm (when facing him). Our dog Piper had a sweater on that is orange and white (hubby claimed that she was a Freddy Crueger dog. Sadie Bug is a Gothic Ragdoll (yes she made this up). I actually did not dress up this year. I really don't have a ligit excuse. I just didn't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DQqfQaeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kwf3bN6H-xA/s1600-h/DSC05340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264430074237577698" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DQqfQaeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kwf3bN6H-xA/s400/DSC05340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is hubby trying to put our little Piper on his shoulder like a parrot. Ha-ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DQOlVSfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EicUczcMApU/s1600-h/DSC05337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264430066746870258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8DQOlVSfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EicUczcMApU/s400/DSC05337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Early that day we took Lulee to the library dressed in her Halloween shirt. I forgot to take a picture earlier. She was not too happy with me when I took this picture. She had already messed up her little hairbow and absolutely refused to smile. She's still a cutie though. She did pretty good considering she had not had a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GnqtcWvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zCEUKQEzgCg/s1600-h/DSC05345.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8428276577092515054-782115478348824257?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SQ8GoSi82lI/AAAAAAAAAYU/963y3hXCbSo/s72-c/DSC05352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-9126250880107281294</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T14:02:17.962-07:00</atom:updated><title>Update on Lulee: Please pray for Lulee today</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Everything went really well today.  She was so good.  She let the doctor do an ultrasound on her heart without even flinching.  I held her and she was so calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor is concerned about the condition, but said that it is really too soon to tell right now.  Typically it shows itself around teen years.  We will need to have her checked every 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to monitor her throughout her life up until young adulthood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers and please continue to pray for her and hubby both.  Hubby's appointment is Halloween day.  Maybe we will get some good news.  We found out that we were pregnant with Lulee on Halloween so we need some more good news then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know Hubby's dad had to undergo open heart surgery a few weeks ago due to a condition called &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/heart-overview/hypertrophic-cardiomyopathy-topic-overview/healthwise--hw52664.html"&gt;hypertrophic cardiomyopathy&lt;/a&gt;.  This disease is hereditary and therefore has the ability to affect Hubby and our daughter Lulee.  It also can be a very serious health concern, especially in children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is scheduled for testing on Halloween and Lulee is scheduled for testing today.  Please say a prayer for both of them that the testing will end up having normal results and that neither one of them will inherit this disease.  Also, that Lulee will be calm during her testing as she is scared of doctor's sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I will keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-9126250880107281294?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-pray-for-lulee-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-606695045358376206</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T20:04:02.960-07:00</atom:updated><title>FALSE ALARM!!!</title><description>We have been really busy during this Fall break.  On day one we had the cable guy come out to add something that he was supposed to have done the week before (waking us all up from a sound sleep at 8:00am ringing the doorbell and NOT CALLING FIRST).    On day two we had an orthodontist appointment for Sadie Bug, and a doctor's appointment for Hubby followed by a midnight till 3:30am search for a neighbor child that had attempted to run away.  On day three we had an unexpected doctor's appointment at 9:50am for Sadie Bug.  We are also expecting a contractor from the same cable company to come out tomorrow to assess the damage to the ceiling that the first cable guy did during the first trip out.  Apparently he missed a rafter up in the attic and his foot almost came through our ceiling in the dining room/playroom.  Friday is a free day for us unless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Murphey's&lt;/span&gt; Law deems it to be something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;staycay&lt;/span&gt; has not been what we had planned for.  Poor Sadie Bug really wanted to go to the beach for the break, but it was out of the question with hubby not being able to get the time off to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the reason for this post, Sadie Bug's false alarm at the doctor's office today.  Sadie showed me a spot on the back of her pallet close to her uvula (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hangy&lt;/span&gt; thing).  It was a dark red patch and dark red dots that appeared to be the beginning of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strep&lt;/span&gt; throat, which we had been to a birthday party two days before that where a child had just gotten over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;strep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a series of questions with Sadie. Had she had sucked on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lolly pop&lt;/span&gt; or any candy that would create suction toward the back of her throat, did she eat a chip that may have hurt that area, does she feel nauseated, does her throat hurt, fever, etc...  The answer to every question was  a big  NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I proceeded to call and make an appointment thinking it could possibly be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strep&lt;/span&gt; without a fever and other symptoms other than the red patch.  We go in today and Sadie Bug is so nervous about having to have her throat swabbed.  The doctor asked her pretty much the same series of questions that I had asked her before acquiring this appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be an airborne truth serum floating around as soon as you walk into the exam room because as soon as the doctor got the questions out of her mouth, Sadie Bug remembered that she DID IN FACT have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; sucker, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-red patch, earlier the day before.  Did I not ask that?!?!? I asked her.  She said you said a sucker, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth to Sadie Bug?!?!?  Ha-ha!!  She swabbed her throat for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;strep&lt;/span&gt; anyway for a better safe than sorry measure.  It came back negative for strep and positive for dum dum.   Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had it to do over again I would do it the same way.  I believe in the better safe than sorry approach.  Plus I really have zero room to talk when it comes to emergency situations.  When I was in second grade I was trying to pull my tooth with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kleenex&lt;/span&gt; and ended up swallowing some of  the tissue.  It felt like it was stuck in my throat regardless of how much I drank and how many times I swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and told my parents and they told me that I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I had anxiety all ready in second grade and didn't trust that answer.  I decided since that didn't work I needed to make up something that would make them rush me to the hospital to get an x-ray on my throat.  Yes, I was a little neurotic even in the second grade.  Ha-ha!!  I told my parents that I swallowed a tack.  My neurosis was pacified for a little while as I was on my way to the E.R.  Of course they did not find a tack during my x-ray, but my mind was put to ease.  Can't say the same for my parents.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Bug's incident was a little different than mine in the way of not making up some crazy story to go to the doctor's office and the fact that she just forgot that she ate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lolly pop,  I mean dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I would pay the copay and be happy either way knowing that I took her in just in case she had it.  I got lucky I had a 10 dollar credit and only had to pay 5 dollars for the false alarm appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she felt a little embarrassed by the diagnosis and was not too amused when I joked on her by calling her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of the day. She's got to know me by now that I won't let her live this down.   I only joke on people I really care about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-606695045358376206?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/10/false-alarm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-8334365126706707384</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T19:47:22.094-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>potty training</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>courtesy flushing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Lowe's</category><title>Courtesy Flushing and the Need to Read</title><description>Ok, most everyone knows what a courtesy flush is.  For those of you who don't know.  I googled "what is a courtesy flush" and this was the best description that I could find that was kid-friendly, short and sweet. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A pre-wipe flush that's intended to remove the odorous matter before it stinks up the whole bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Courtesy flushing and the need to read tend to go hand-in-hand with each other.  It makes sense though,  If you are sitting there long enough to read books, catalogs and or magazines, you would probably need to flush more than once, right?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes you wonder, is courtesy flushing and the need to read hereditary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled it, but I haven't gone any further as to research the above subject matter.  I guess I will just base it on the household knowledge that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has retreated to the bathroom many, many times staying in there forever and flushing many, many times.  In  his area of retreat, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; has his on little drawer full of reading material.  It is  just a ritual that he feels he must perform before he is successful in his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Lulee, we took her to the doctor's office about a month and a half ago with a MAJOR diaper rash. It was so bad that desitin would not clear it up. We had to get the prescription diaper ointment (Vusion) which worked really well, but not immediately. In conjunction with the diaper ointment, we had to give her baths with baking soda and keep her without a diaper as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She had previously been potty training, but had grown really tired of it and had refused to try anymore until this diaper rash. THANK GOD FOR DIAPER RASHES. Ha-ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing really well now and is wearing panties during the day and pull-ups at night. She is telling me every time she has to go. For a few weeks now, every time she has gone at home she needs a book. I will give her privacy and come back to check on her. I noticed that she was flushing the potty, but still sitting there not ready to get up. She says she was not done. I finally realized after the first week of this happening, that she was courtesy flushing......hereditary or learned?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is pretty funny when your two year old is doing it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lowe's today and she had to go three times.  We made it without any accidents.  On the last trip to the potty, it was a longer visit than the other two.  She looked up at me and requested that I get her a book.  This was the first time the request had been made in a public restroom.  Ha-ha!!!  Just like Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have little ones that do this????&lt;br /&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/8428276577092515054-8334365126706707384?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/09/courtesy-flushing-and-need-to-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-3398432010917305075</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T05:45:15.031-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ya hear dat Mommy!!!</title><description>My two year old is so precious.  She is trying hard to learn all there is to learn in this BIG world.  She is learning how to put all the right words into sentences.  She tells me that she needs a piece of milk, or a piece of Daddy, ha-ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also learning to relay messages.  A few weeks back she and I were in the bedroom waiting on Daddy who was getting ready for work.  He called her into the bathroom with him (not knowing that I was in the bedroom with her).  I heard everything he was telling her along with his request that she relay the message to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message from Daddy was "Tell Mommy that I love her so much, forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out all excited and came straight to me and said Mommy........(thinking really hard how to relay this very important message to me)......... "ya hear dat Mommy, ya hear dat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the cutest, most precious message I think I have gotten relayed to me, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came out of the bathroom and we were laughing so hard.  It is true, kids say the darnedest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Love them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-3398432010917305075?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/09/ya-hear-dat-mommy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-5644275869723194772</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T07:29:34.908-07:00</atom:updated><title>Go Sadie Bug, It's your Birthday!!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 13th Birthday &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EL-jwoXRd7M"&gt;Sadie Bug&lt;/a&gt;.  Click on her name and see a cute video to hold you over until we get pics from today's partying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of fun activities planned today for her venture into being a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&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/8428276577092515054-5644275869723194772?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-sadie-bug-its-your-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-539201641346185660</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-29T20:30:52.638-07:00</atom:updated><title>How much can they remember???</title><description>My hubby and I were out in our pool with Little Lulee the other day.  She loves to "chwim" as she calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking her all kinds of things just enjoying the moment with her when I came up on this one question she got very excited about.  I asked her "Do you remember being born ?".  She looked at me and said "Uh huh, arm".  I said "what about your arm?"  She took her hand and punched her fist up toward the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that when I had her I had to have an emergency C-Section because she was trying to come out arm first.  Which by the way, the day before we went to see the new Superman Returns movie.  Coincidence??? Maybe.  Ha-ha!!  So there she was with her hand down and the doc did an exam and she grabbed his hand.  The doc was surprised to say the least.  He even let hubby check the hand out before birth.  Lulee was waiving at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall her ever hearing her whole birth story, I mean it's possible.  It is just so cute and shocking to ask her the question and she will look at you and shoot her arm fist first up into the air every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took her to the doc for a routine check up, which by the way she did beautifully at this visit which is really saying alot for this doctor.  We switched doctors recently from one that had been my oldest's doctor for thirteen years.  I was really anxious about meeting the new doctor because Lulee is always so scared of any medical facilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doctor was amazing.  She came in and decided to stay far away from Lulee and said she wanted to talk to Mom and Dad to get to know about her.  She grew really comfortable with the doctor and then the doctor saw birdies in her ear and Lulee fell in love with her at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday since the visit she has said over and over how she did good at the doctor and she will also say "Mommy, I like it Doctor".  This is really nothing short of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were there we told her of the birth story and what happens when we ask her "the question".  She asked the most obvious question of whether she has heard the birth story or not, but she said that there have been stories that babies have remembered stuff from birth, so maybe Lulee does remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we all remember stuff like that, but the older we get we lose those memories when replaced with more current memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely makes you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-539201641346185660?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-much-can-they-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-6975329553285499373</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-29T20:14:06.896-07:00</atom:updated><title>Updates-revised</title><description>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-3-on-olivia.html"&gt;Olivia&lt;/a&gt; is scheduled to have her surgery this morning.  Please say lots of prayers.  Her Mom and Dad are really nervous about the surgery.  Please pray that she makes it through the surgery and recovery without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Olivia made it through surgery and anesthesia beautifully.  She is now recovering with her Mom and Dad at home.  They have determined that they believe it is a typical dermoid cyst.  They are sening it off for testing and they will have the results in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayer-requests.html"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt; is recovering really well and can't wait to start farming with his Daddy, according to his Aunt Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;a href="http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayer-requests.html"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt; is doing really well handling her treatments with chemo and radiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone's prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-6975329553285499373?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-8146497600332242793</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T20:30:25.731-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Baby Got Braces</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfNVAvd2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/9UicEEfU7YA/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfNVAvd2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/9UicEEfU7YA/s320/DSC04376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180206425765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's Sadie Bug  awaiting her "grill", ha-ha!!  She was so excited and nervous at the same time.  She has been waiting for this day for a long time.  She knew what color she wanted to get and made sure to dress accordingly.  She got the color perfect pink and she had her pink shirt, pink mani and pedi and probably pink undies too.  She takes the matching thing seriously!!!  She got that from her great grandmother Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfNj8VXQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VnMnxuwAJaI/s1600-h/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfNj8VXQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VnMnxuwAJaI/s320/DSC04378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180210433809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here she is getting her "before" pic done.  She looks like a cute little duck doesn't she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfN8fOA2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/m9Hv0MiHn0Q/s1600-h/DSC04381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfN8fOA2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/m9Hv0MiHn0Q/s320/DSC04381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180217022579554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying there with MUCH anticipation.  Perfect Pink here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfOf12goI/AAAAAAAAAWw/eKLfnNcNldg/s1600-h/DSC04382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfOf12goI/AAAAAAAAAWw/eKLfnNcNldg/s320/DSC04382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180226512749186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This lady was so nice as she prepared her teeth for braces.  She also finished up by putting the wires on and the color bands for the brackets.  She must have known what color Sadie Bug was going to choose because she dressed accordingly as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfOsH025I/AAAAAAAAAW4/7bKXf3wJwp0/s1600-h/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfOsH025I/AAAAAAAAAW4/7bKXf3wJwp0/s320/DSC04384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180229809363858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, Mr. Orthodontist giving my baby a new smile.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcf5d4tMsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QS2Raok8Qzo/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcf5d4tMsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QS2Raok8Qzo/s320/DSC04387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226180964722225858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how proud she is of her new braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIchK48EZLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vV-JGNAVkdg/s1600-h/DSC04388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIchK48EZLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vV-JGNAVkdg/s320/DSC04388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226182363553490098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We of course all came down here for this big event.  Lulee came back a couple of times to check on Sadie Bug.  She hung out with Daddy mostly in the waiting room doing what she does best.  She loves to clean things.  Daddy gave her a wipe and here she is cleaning under the table.  She cleans all the time at home too.  She's a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-8146497600332242793?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby-got-braces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIcfNVAvd2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/9UicEEfU7YA/s72-c/DSC04376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-2463287424700078520</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T16:23:47.856-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hubby's Ficticious Wife</title><description>All of you who know my hubby knows that he is a talker, he is a regular Chatty Kathy!!!  That's why we go so well together like rice crispies and marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby is such a handy manny.  He fixes everything at home from cars to computers to even holding my hairbows, that I've made, delicately so the glue can dry.  Believe it or not, he even cuts his on hair.  99.9%  percent of the time it looks good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night he decides he is going to cut his hair and it gets a little on the late side once he's started.  He then decides he is tired and will finish up his haircut the following morning.  Needless to say he doesn't finish up the haircut until a week later therefore forcing him to sport a date-stamped mullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH as if that wasn't bad enough to look like that.  He is getting ragged at work and I find out that he has told all of them that his wife cut his hair and just has to finish the job. Whatever floats his boat right?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the South and will not reveal exactly where, but I know very little about hunting.  I have done my fair share of fishing and have only gone hunting a few times.  I didn't go to hunt, but to hang out with my Grandad and my Dad also on a few occasions.  Those hunting ventures were to hunt squirrel and also dove, but never ever have I gone coon hunting, nor do I know of anyone who has.  However, my hubby was talking about me at work one day and he and this guy apparently were discussing hunting and it came up that I had gone coon hunting.  WHAAAAAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this man even know me at ALL??  Were we even BEST FRIENDS (for three years) ???&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so either my hubby is super confused and has a fantasy of being married to Daniel Boone's sister, or he just loves to see what people will think about me once they've met me in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I have to make a really good first impression, huh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-2463287424700078520?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/hubbys-ficticious-wife.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-3587198158005483911</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T20:30:26.100-08:00</atom:updated><title>Prayer requests</title><description>I have prayer requests that I would like to share with you all today.  Please pray for a friend of mine, Mandy James she has had surgery removing a brain tumor learning that it was cancerous. She is now undergoing radiation and chemo. Here is her website to read her whole story. &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mandyjames"&gt;www.caringbridge.org/visit/mandyjames&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my friend Jolie's little nephew, Ian.  He is 11 years old and just had surgery last night for appendicitis.  He will be in the hospital for a week for recovery and monitoring.&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/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIC7gWR7_gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ELJ3NZYfhTM/s1600-h/Jolie+and+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIC7gWR7_gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ELJ3NZYfhTM/s320/Jolie+and+Ian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224381732160798210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolie and her nephew Ian&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a happier prayer request, my friend &lt;a href="http://stephaniemgriffin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt; and her hubby had their baby yesterday and I would love for them and their new baby girl to be &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;added to your prayer list as well.  I spoke to them this morning and they are "cruisin' " as Steph said, which translates to doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIC8w1nDDhI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PVLkae_QUwE/s1600-h/steph+and+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIC8w1nDDhI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PVLkae_QUwE/s320/steph+and+fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224383114960375314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole a copy of their family pic (before new baby girl).  Aren't they a cute fam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/X/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428276577092515054-3587198158005483911?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayer-requests.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SIC7gWR7_gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ELJ3NZYfhTM/s72-c/Jolie+and+Ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428276577092515054.post-6807399335731004403</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T20:30:26.973-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy 2 year birthday revised with pics/videos</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Lulee, Happy Birthday to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now 2 years old.  It is so sweet seeing you develop and mature from a sweet little baby into an even sweeter little girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8b7a18c85c24145" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKq7MKvDw2ob_II_8x4BTlss1ct1VLbaMm-oqG1pKN2tBFU6yzHBxJNlhnHk_E6MuwBE_fN5fvSxAhzvvxgkNz0PIT2kwtYWDcLFYL-NiGgBoMytm1_PYAHRCsmwOk6L9EW0Uzh_CyVrv7lM2eT5vKRMsSjTPYIVqiSsMYMRRVD-PrUmtHqv71oa20yxGss_7PoRgKjGZeO-5tYA4AaOX_aN%26sigh%3DntN4ZVyGPAMNn_fl1TbQHOK6pso%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8b7a18c85c24145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D4062sYYWW6CV0JaMzxESJjEnePE&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKq7MKvDw2ob_II_8x4BTlss1ct1VLbaMm-oqG1pKN2tBFU6yzHBxJNlhnHk_E6MuwBE_fN5fvSxAhzvvxgkNz0PIT2kwtYWDcLFYL-NiGgBoMytm1_PYAHRCsmwOk6L9EW0Uzh_CyVrv7lM2eT5vKRMsSjTPYIVqiSsMYMRRVD-PrUmtHqv71oa20yxGss_7PoRgKjGZeO-5tYA4AaOX_aN%26sigh%3DntN4ZVyGPAMNn_fl1TbQHOK6pso%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8b7a18c85c24145%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D4062sYYWW6CV0JaMzxESJjEnePE&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the arrow to play this video&lt;br /&gt;2 year old birthday dinner at Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNGyirVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VtU9Z5U124E/s1600-h/IMGA0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNGyirVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VtU9Z5U124E/s320/IMGA0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623270841331026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a finger painting birthday party at our house.&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with little Alex and Ariel painting their masterpiece.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNV9RRgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/R_Ra0vlpN8Q/s1600-h/IMGA0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNV9RRgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/R_Ra0vlpN8Q/s320/IMGA0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623274912859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNjLTbAaFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hUlzYjBsgBE/s1600-h/DSC04279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNjLTbAaFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hUlzYjBsgBE/s320/DSC04279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220625438895794258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set her play room up as an art studio.  Daddy painted Tigger on one wall and I painted "Lulee's Art Studio" with a butterfly and a flower on the other wall.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNm0c27I/AAAAAAAAAVo/C9DglnBTB00/s1600-h/IMGA0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNm0c27I/AAAAAAAAAVo/C9DglnBTB00/s320/IMGA0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623279439272882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SadieBug is not too old to fingerpaint.  She got in and had some fun too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNk28VeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Xajwe9LhlPk/s1600-h/IMGA0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNk28VeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Xajwe9LhlPk/s320/IMGA0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220623278912853474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are opening presents, which by the way she would not open one single present.  I had to open all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8428276577092515054-6807399335731004403?l=mandyandryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8b7a18c85c24145&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://mandyandryan.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-lulee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRUjYtIkYVo/SHNhNGyirVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VtU9Z5U124E/s72-c/IMGA0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>