tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25286330357410027612024-03-18T19:58:48.388-07:00The Life of a Mother and TeacherTiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-70030031154958730432009-12-12T11:49:00.000-08:002009-12-12T12:37:49.100-08:00A Day of CraftsSince it's been so cold outside, I've been trying to find things to do with Kaylee indoors. I love Christmas movies but quite frankly I'm about Frostied and Rudolphed out. Today, I decided to make a Christmas wreath to change it up a bit. All you do is trace your child's hand onto green construction paper, cut them out and glue onto a paper plate. Then, I let Kaylee decorate it and help glue on holly berries. To finish up, I glued a picture of her in the middle and added a doorhanger using yarn. This turned out to be a fun project for both Kaylee and I. Here's Kaylee before decorating using markers:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdCtM8EoKg_Mf-YJwtiGzlbV4JXgzRuvs1lkFS0huCJtcDU4baeOzmN1NsclGFH9mFokXfcVXHffHGbSI6xYLxfzeAvFu68O3UCPwza8EeSy9dCAqjWOGDUl5utBwzbNNgh24rFpuffbG/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414440359682252322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdCtM8EoKg_Mf-YJwtiGzlbV4JXgzRuvs1lkFS0huCJtcDU4baeOzmN1NsclGFH9mFokXfcVXHffHGbSI6xYLxfzeAvFu68O3UCPwza8EeSy9dCAqjWOGDUl5utBwzbNNgh24rFpuffbG/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Here's her working hard on her Christmas Wreath:<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLqhVnqargwcliQWRJYwQ13X4qQejSUpdPhbKNfM8T6USZQLO-HAULPTqYc2Hjv3KUl0nbr31qvU4tIQWW2Syr9carNm1dH60LKkXJfiutUJgI0LoEBh6Fgb3ata0OFB8r4tZew-u2I73/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414442173334898418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLqhVnqargwcliQWRJYwQ13X4qQejSUpdPhbKNfM8T6USZQLO-HAULPTqYc2Hjv3KUl0nbr31qvU4tIQWW2Syr9carNm1dH60LKkXJfiutUJgI0LoEBh6Fgb3ata0OFB8r4tZew-u2I73/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbdI3p2x0ut76p38lh1kX0jVADb-fQ4Gw_YOs7h2u3yOXdXYGiHGAgw1c3wYSxoCZucrTakEE4PJ30ulG4Axsi-PpHXLUiJhJz__Hu6-OKckL_mRvCTtxhuAKtxNIC0qJ6pD4TVu5b4MQ/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414443680320054530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbdI3p2x0ut76p38lh1kX0jVADb-fQ4Gw_YOs7h2u3yOXdXYGiHGAgw1c3wYSxoCZucrTakEE4PJ30ulG4Axsi-PpHXLUiJhJz__Hu6-OKckL_mRvCTtxhuAKtxNIC0qJ6pD4TVu5b4MQ/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div>And the finished products:<br /></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Z_77-Uqd4oVxsakJLwhz3g4J0yxDkTzYDy67PPhwomhdONQ2Ubwp_V3FMlL9g9mWX9u41PNPXEyHjO32lMXbNbZuyXlBBGSSpJ8oR5_CuGINauah7GHlRPgbk-UA_9WQjERMJuY02ZYU/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414450203317453890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Z_77-Uqd4oVxsakJLwhz3g4J0yxDkTzYDy67PPhwomhdONQ2Ubwp_V3FMlL9g9mWX9u41PNPXEyHjO32lMXbNbZuyXlBBGSSpJ8oR5_CuGINauah7GHlRPgbk-UA_9WQjERMJuY02ZYU/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" /> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYG4yNTWAuKzDrQT4FjSn6551sbAxYJQxFfRP35FxVlTT36yVBbrIWci0hyDhV4wn-Q5XtHPlYXKkDb_Hr2o0d60lz2_jm9eN4Z9U3GVWheU00LOZ6FgXe5kxQjiYtUw7JxMr7WoVXiA8/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414451183363130274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYG4yNTWAuKzDrQT4FjSn6551sbAxYJQxFfRP35FxVlTT36yVBbrIWci0hyDhV4wn-Q5XtHPlYXKkDb_Hr2o0d60lz2_jm9eN4Z9U3GVWheU00LOZ6FgXe5kxQjiYtUw7JxMr7WoVXiA8/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-35948800637171756642009-11-15T07:28:00.001-08:002009-11-15T07:28:19.503-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1ODI5ODg1NTAyNyZwdD*xMjU4Mjk4ODgzNTkwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*xNTI5MjcyN2Q2Yzk*ZTNkYjc2MDYxY2IwOGQzNGY3NiZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w153.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/ba6e0d52.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/?action=view¤t=ba6e0d52.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-13378422870186124602009-11-15T06:31:00.000-08:002009-11-15T06:42:12.093-08:00Our ThanksgivingDue to budget constraints and unemployment, going home for Thanksgiving isn't going to be feasible this year. Instead, Greg and I are going to cook our own feast next weekend when we have our last round of visitors. Already excited about cooking our own dinner, I've started looking up recipes to get an idea of what we're going to serve. So far this is what I've come up with:<br /><br />Turkey (I hope Greg can find the same recipe as last year)<br />Homemade mashed potatoes<br />Sweet potato casserole <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/food-network-kitchens/sweet-potato-casserole-recipe2/index.html">http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/food-network-kitchens/sweet-potato-casserole-recipe2/index.html</a><br />Veg all casserole <a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,198,143160-238204,00.html">http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,198,143160-238204,00.html</a><br />Green bean casserole (I have to get recipe from Mary that she used last year)<br />Deviled eggs<br />Corn<br />Homemade mac and cheese<br />Chocolate Chip Cookie Pie <a href="http://baskersfunfoods.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-would-you-get-if-you-crossed-pecan.html">http://baskersfunfoods.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-would-you-get-if-you-crossed-pecan.html</a><br />Possibly a pumpkin pie but not sure yet<br /><br />If you have any additional recipes you would like to share, just email them to me because I'm open to any ideas. I hope everyone has a fantastic Thanksgiving! Enjoy the cooking, food, and family/friends because that's what holidays are all about!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-89280552147706895152009-09-26T08:13:00.000-07:002009-09-26T08:31:35.891-07:00A New ChapterThe past few weeks have been incredibly crazy around our house. Ever since the summer visit to North Carolina, we have been walking on eggshells wondering what was going to happen with Greg's job. I went ahead and started the school year like normal because we hadn't heard anything at that point. Towards the end of August, the human resource director from Asheboro contacted Greg and said that they were going to begin hiring for forklift positions and needed a copy of his resume. So, we get a resume together, send it, and then play the waiting game again. Several weeks pass and we don't hear a thing. I took it as good news because I was completely against relocating to another area. Two weeks ago, my world is turned upside down because they offer Greg a job and tell him that they need him to begin work on Oct. 5th. So we not only have to relocate, but we only have had two weeks to do it in. This past week, we went back out to Asheboro to find a place to live and I had a job interview. We were able to find a very nice rental home for a reasonable price.<br /><br />Ever since our trip, I have been on a roller coaster of emotions. While we were out there, I was completely comfortable and it just felt like we were right around the corner from BG. It didn't really hit me how far away we were until our drive home which seemed to take FOREVER! Now, I've been having all of these doubts and going back and forth about going. I don't want to split up my family, but the thought of being so far away from everything and everybody that I know scares the living daylights out of me. It's a beautiful area and a wonderful opportunity, but I am nervous about my panic attacks coming back. What will I do if one hits and I'm home alone with Kaylee while Greg is working? It's not like any of my family members can hop in a car and come right over. What makes it worse is the fact that my grandparents told me that they will NOT come to visit. My grandparents are like my second parents because of the amount of time I spent with them when I was younger. How could they do that to me?<br /><br />I know that with Greg's job, we can't pass up this opportunity, but why did it have to be 9 hours away? What will make it easier is the fact that our immediate families have already said they will make frequent visits to see us which won't be that different from now because we don't hardly see anyone as it is. I know everything will work itself out when we're there, but at first it's going to be very hard. I am just so scared to leave everyone behind, but I know other people do this type of thing all of the time. Most of my family on my dad's side lives somewhere other than here. Several people that I went to school with are living somewhere else now due to jobs. I just never thought it would happen to me.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-5644674688816226162009-09-05T16:29:00.001-07:002009-09-05T16:29:05.805-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MjE5MzMwMDI5MiZwdD*xMjUyMTkzMzQ1OTcwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1mNTJiMzEzZGVmYWI*NjljYTA3MzgyZDg3ZThiNjA3NiZvZj*w.gif" /><embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/MOV000010.flv">Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-78056433040261269932009-09-05T07:19:00.001-07:002009-09-05T10:28:07.331-07:00A Handful of a Class and Terrible TwosThis year is definitely my most challenging year in teaching yet. Working at a high poverty school with 96% free and reduced lunch rate, brings it's own challenges, but nothing like the ones I have this year. Over the summer, we added a fifth second grade teacher to reduce class size so this year so far I have 21 students (the ideal number right?). In this class of 21 students I have five serious behavior issues, five instigators to get the five serious behavior issues angry, and then about 7 students that never stop talking even with consequences. Anytime my back is turned, my wonderful friends wind up fighting in some form. Now, usually with 7 year olds, it's simply arguing or poking, but with this bunch it's serious grabbing, punching, and kicking. Needless to say, I cannot turn my back for even a few seconds without having to break up something. Now I understand that these kids are exposed to things I don't even want to think about a kid being exposed to, but I think most of the issues is a lack of discipline at home. I know as a child if I would have even thought about doing some of the things these kids do, my rear end would be in a sling after many rounds of spankings. I just don't get how some parents could let their children rule the roost instead of enforcing some form of discipline. <br /><br />With that being said, I'm having issues with my own child at home because we have officially begun TERRIBLE TWOS! I have received two notes from daycare this week about Kaylee pulling hair, biting, and hitting not only the other kids but the TEACHERS TOO! Obviously, I'm a firm believer in discipline and spankings which is why my child is really only acting out at school. She will try that behavior with me once, get a spanking, and won't try it again. However, she is very intelligent and has figured out that the only consequence at school is time out so she's becoming a demon of a child (figuratively speaking of course). I know the teachers probably think I'm doing nothing about it, but what can I do when she acts out there? Spank her at home for something that happened several hours before? That will do no good because it has to be taken care of her right then and there. I have tried talking to her right before she leaves every morning, but she really doesn't understand what I'm trying to say. I know it's just a stage and most likely when she gets moved up to another room, hopefully it will get better, but until then, I'm at a loss for words and ideas.<br /><br />On a positive note, I feel better than ever. After my miscarriage and surgery, my blood pressure has gone back to normal, my anxiety has pretty much disappeared, and I just feel overall happier. It has taken almost a full year, but I finally feel like my old self. This goes to show that even though a miscarriage is a horrid thing to experience, for me it was a blessing in disguise due to all the health issues I was already experiencing while being pregnant. This experience has brought Greg and I closer together and we now have a better appreciation for each other and our family. We know when our time is right, we'll have another child. Until then, we will enjoy the family that we already have. :)Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-32272969204436908082009-06-28T07:00:00.000-07:002009-11-15T06:56:14.419-08:00Kaylee and BradWhen I was pregnant, it turned out that my cousin's fiance wound up becoming pregnant as well. Kaylee was orginally supposed to be older by about a month, but Brad came about 10 days before she did. It's really neat that Kaylee has a cousin that is so close in age. Up until now, they really haven't had an opportunity to play together very much due to my job. However, now that it's summer, they are playing together more and more and learning how to share. We all know how hard it is to teach sharing when the words "no"and "mine" are so common. Here are some pictures of them playing together.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkKVtBWjfBmhylZAjgC-wMHmt84Cia9dUkAtlCTOrpXRM4aPXSyzOrILv-BkvcLAluvmXAWKYZLPZWrXZQu0A21HIQynbwU9uw1e6de8jb7R-PZdjn4ypsiLEV85U7xzLM2AtgzQpua8K/s1600-h/100_1261.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352380166588869586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkKVtBWjfBmhylZAjgC-wMHmt84Cia9dUkAtlCTOrpXRM4aPXSyzOrILv-BkvcLAluvmXAWKYZLPZWrXZQu0A21HIQynbwU9uw1e6de8jb7R-PZdjn4ypsiLEV85U7xzLM2AtgzQpua8K/s320/100_1261.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvrwNSoIhSdk1E1dCBMos2by35t8zIltZ5QBtj2h3ZDawDks1kvU8FyOhTTELFfG9UtpofgsAGpHABvatntV8IkX_JGWT1E5sqnRkOdxlrE0nNIkQmG63nUZGSOIvovpBY25dBZ7e4ECx/s1600-h/100_1247.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379141296609762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvrwNSoIhSdk1E1dCBMos2by35t8zIltZ5QBtj2h3ZDawDks1kvU8FyOhTTELFfG9UtpofgsAGpHABvatntV8IkX_JGWT1E5sqnRkOdxlrE0nNIkQmG63nUZGSOIvovpBY25dBZ7e4ECx/s320/100_1247.JPG" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_NLVqPGfKNj1ELk3epsSm2MX3SJNiUhyphenhyphenVWcVdXofB1LNgDWYlAWFAhXYd1ckhDqxmUI8qv3lxv5Df_Ktp7WTHFTKYWVS6QVN09aeRdd9Hc0EefR-xTge5rtzvEepNfb3-vpFS-g7fZlS/s1600-h/100_1248.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379400895718850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_NLVqPGfKNj1ELk3epsSm2MX3SJNiUhyphenhyphenVWcVdXofB1LNgDWYlAWFAhXYd1ckhDqxmUI8qv3lxv5Df_Ktp7WTHFTKYWVS6QVN09aeRdd9Hc0EefR-xTge5rtzvEepNfb3-vpFS-g7fZlS/s320/100_1248.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkNCUgPg46Kb8BeAWeZrlTNi4L_d-wsGNCjjK6qawCNy0rkw0GDKDrHHxHtfTd7c2Mw9MNItCoGgln5vHyNuZbTNYDBScDRo4jRJtWqtoyyGRdLE2aGtCiZHkFaKH8VtRQVE7UbujEEtQ/s1600-h/100_1250.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352380458851279330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkNCUgPg46Kb8BeAWeZrlTNi4L_d-wsGNCjjK6qawCNy0rkw0GDKDrHHxHtfTd7c2Mw9MNItCoGgln5vHyNuZbTNYDBScDRo4jRJtWqtoyyGRdLE2aGtCiZHkFaKH8VtRQVE7UbujEEtQ/s320/100_1250.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-32957345247029798802009-06-22T07:10:00.000-07:002009-11-15T06:57:22.251-08:00Father's DayFor Father's Day, we decided to spend the day with Greg's Dad in Springfield, TN. The highlight of the day was swimming in the pool. I absolutely love swimming and haven't been able to go at all this summer so I jumped on the opportunity. Kaylee has never been a in a BIG pool before so I was a little nervous how she would react. I think I was more nervous than she was. As soon as she got in the pool, as independent as she is, she wanted to do it herself. I was very surprised at how well she was swimming around with her floaties. On top of swimming, Greg and I decided to get into a splashing/dunking fight which was SO MUCH FUN! I can't tell you how many times I wound up under water but I did get in one good dunk :) I can tell we were rough housing in the pool because I am sore today but it was well worth it. Overall, we had a very good Father's Day and I can't wait to do it again. Here are some pictures of Greg and Kaylee in the pool. Enjoy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijK6cKxwvgaBaUaR3zM5w_iGjVROvTkTGAsu-3bCfa1u3JQ20vfeQPlEI2hKnNNKf77XM5_kMUe-neVHwGKTKJhv1j71y1zBkwocQmB0Ye2d57Zi5FrjHxsj7QDG9I1kLl096s1BEZyzs5/s1600-h/100_1246.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154901244090866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijK6cKxwvgaBaUaR3zM5w_iGjVROvTkTGAsu-3bCfa1u3JQ20vfeQPlEI2hKnNNKf77XM5_kMUe-neVHwGKTKJhv1j71y1zBkwocQmB0Ye2d57Zi5FrjHxsj7QDG9I1kLl096s1BEZyzs5/s320/100_1246.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5wtUXfNTi7IaPgmGWRYEfG27-iOq4pSYhC6yghZwclCMOXvOl5hhAk12OcHQq6kccQ1cvJi5LKyeTMAj9dDhdMLZUnjXb1ScRHS2nmmXsPEAIfmJ6esqrbAu3aVw0ZYN4C366ponZ9jo/s1600-h/100_1245.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154820252432386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5wtUXfNTi7IaPgmGWRYEfG27-iOq4pSYhC6yghZwclCMOXvOl5hhAk12OcHQq6kccQ1cvJi5LKyeTMAj9dDhdMLZUnjXb1ScRHS2nmmXsPEAIfmJ6esqrbAu3aVw0ZYN4C366ponZ9jo/s320/100_1245.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZpzZQGuOzRDx0N6MZawyKTtlbMuMRPzhnHa0Utp02xzs4igfBHnsurlh-vIlU6wLR0neMVn5lkuiUo0r2XGVNMtwH9jgwhs1lndQjl3l3sem8EaznSCsMncnUrmR4hGIbqEDzuYsrP0L/s1600-h/100_1244.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154728652706066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZpzZQGuOzRDx0N6MZawyKTtlbMuMRPzhnHa0Utp02xzs4igfBHnsurlh-vIlU6wLR0neMVn5lkuiUo0r2XGVNMtwH9jgwhs1lndQjl3l3sem8EaznSCsMncnUrmR4hGIbqEDzuYsrP0L/s320/100_1244.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ35hYVBup8rUas_1xvd-TQMeYek4lBNwWNxUwcZSlpdBgYgFmzciYEjXcr9zgEZxBA-nUYVA2EBjenbCxCyo1bU9QoEHO6buBDbqYuPXW34AWQ4s7L7ytJqaS4u-0YpsnuJ6Xeq0HlM3o/s1600-h/100_1243.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154628166681570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ35hYVBup8rUas_1xvd-TQMeYek4lBNwWNxUwcZSlpdBgYgFmzciYEjXcr9zgEZxBA-nUYVA2EBjenbCxCyo1bU9QoEHO6buBDbqYuPXW34AWQ4s7L7ytJqaS4u-0YpsnuJ6Xeq0HlM3o/s320/100_1243.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilY2KsxJer0difXSnIiNBPzkw1zjRH8X89U9Yb13Fk8pZtugS7y7AslJZssYgpqsyaluyyLQpSHfaQ8TeOWXjc9UP6IkkzVlwiXzLq2MuV0VuNuRWVjZUhb9IfXeTY8jT0q38HMmULxnTy/s1600-h/100_1241.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154510011344082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilY2KsxJer0difXSnIiNBPzkw1zjRH8X89U9Yb13Fk8pZtugS7y7AslJZssYgpqsyaluyyLQpSHfaQ8TeOWXjc9UP6IkkzVlwiXzLq2MuV0VuNuRWVjZUhb9IfXeTY8jT0q38HMmULxnTy/s320/100_1241.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw13MwC2KzWz__eB2TjEYix13-azeuvCY033bjzFlqQ1kwOqBejm8mg6Ci3UZqTBeXk8Bcdo7B9So-0hPoGYIs4osQH5tK7njBXrydSClhbV1L3RNp9ADTN5Ybpfg3lmodxQccui330H1G/s1600-h/100_1242.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350154353170685202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw13MwC2KzWz__eB2TjEYix13-azeuvCY033bjzFlqQ1kwOqBejm8mg6Ci3UZqTBeXk8Bcdo7B9So-0hPoGYIs4osQH5tK7njBXrydSClhbV1L3RNp9ADTN5Ybpfg3lmodxQccui330H1G/s320/100_1242.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-45988247969007474592009-06-18T14:39:00.000-07:002009-06-18T14:50:46.785-07:00A Difficult DecisionBack at the beginning of May, I found out that Greg is either going to have to switch jobs or transfer to another location. The president of the company said it does not have to be immediately, but in the near future. The closest location is Asheboro, North Carolina which is about 9 hours from here. Keep in mind that I have never lived outside of Bowling Green let alone another state. I absolutely hated the idea of leaving my family and being so far away. However, Greg could finally make a career out of his job and we could look into getting married and becoming financially stable. <br /><br />So trying to look at the positives, I began a job search in North Carolina. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING due to our wonderful economy. I contacted and sent my resume to 40-50 principals and all but 2 had to cut teachers due to a statewide education budget cut. (Isn't it amazing that education is always the first to get cuts?) The two principals that are hiring are filling the vacancies with local teachers instead of an outsider like myself. So I took this as a sign that maybe we're not meant to go.<br /><br />Today, Greg calls and asks me what I found out about teaching positions and informed him about there being no opportunity for my career at this time. Unfortunately, Greg has now been given the time frame of 3-6 months from May meaning as early as August and as late as November. In addition to all of that, we have found out some additional news that makes me want to stay even more. However, if Greg and I want to get ourselves more financially stable and build a family together, it would be smart to move. I just hate the idea of being in a location that I've never even visited, not knowing anybody, and having the closest person 9 hours away. I spend a lot of my free time with family and friends. I know people move with their families all the time for career opportunities, I just never knew it would happen to me.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-26559211255939046662009-06-16T07:17:00.001-07:002009-06-16T07:23:39.662-07:00Random PicsLook at this cool girl wearing mommy's sunglasses:<br /><div><div><img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NTE2MTgyNDE2MCZwdD*xMjQ1MTYxODUzNjQ*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*5ZjIzYjA*ZjIyOGE*OTQwODkyNWY1ZWQ2NDYzZTRjNCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" height="0" /><a href="http://s153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/?action=view&current=1802b90d0d19__1244998199000.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/1802b90d0d19__1244998199000.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Here's the newest addition to the family: Abby.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGdaBIjBlf_86ktQsj6mGx1ttjtjlra827F9SXO_sPh_1XmmJhKQmkWoz4T4nyxC_R39k2lMW3l_TtyhIOZAzElHrsXquDbmIfFYw34TDWneaus8keqQrTU-Slzyn1imQkP4IYKW9aoV2/s1600-h/847a3d59bb47__1244998273000.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930363537668370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGdaBIjBlf_86ktQsj6mGx1ttjtjlra827F9SXO_sPh_1XmmJhKQmkWoz4T4nyxC_R39k2lMW3l_TtyhIOZAzElHrsXquDbmIfFYw34TDWneaus8keqQrTU-Slzyn1imQkP4IYKW9aoV2/s320/847a3d59bb47__1244998273000.jpg" /></a><br />Here are my wacky second graders on the last day of school:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJu9LoFnui3m0D2PNaZkTFRDWIMwKcHu8NJY4hHDMpWJKnqFrFtAOSjDoRcXE1bR3YdoXHqxB8pJBjO7aALBxyH5PmKT_RbKCcIMdXWnaBiefKLISw1pXD3McJL06tkGNgIEmU4jFSJx3/s1600-h/8f18f7cc5ebf__1244998220000.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930566137171810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJu9LoFnui3m0D2PNaZkTFRDWIMwKcHu8NJY4hHDMpWJKnqFrFtAOSjDoRcXE1bR3YdoXHqxB8pJBjO7aALBxyH5PmKT_RbKCcIMdXWnaBiefKLISw1pXD3McJL06tkGNgIEmU4jFSJx3/s320/8f18f7cc5ebf__1244998220000.jpg" /></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4dAjrwFVHr7xgLsTIJM0RICE2PZjjVORrrmyC5AzJwW4KktHL-tvr_bkWJsuMQoG4piCa9bsb9bQrX9-g_PSY5FNdm2AC9_yTtD-iHR-eKH7PZicMEYpJuhBbroN9VHfjD025HoAGGdR/s1600-h/89cbe3dd25e1__1244998208000.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930769096062130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4dAjrwFVHr7xgLsTIJM0RICE2PZjjVORrrmyC5AzJwW4KktHL-tvr_bkWJsuMQoG4piCa9bsb9bQrX9-g_PSY5FNdm2AC9_yTtD-iHR-eKH7PZicMEYpJuhBbroN9VHfjD025HoAGGdR/s320/89cbe3dd25e1__1244998208000.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-67720542851558952142009-05-31T15:13:00.000-07:002009-05-31T15:26:45.961-07:00Fun in the SunNow that school is officially over, I can start to focus on family and relaxation. Since I've been out of school I have watched my brother graduate high school, adopted Abby (jack russell/beagle mix), sat outside in the sun, watched Kaylee play in her pool, and get a suntan with my family. I love being able to only have to think about Kaylee and Greg instead of sharing that with twenty-four growing minds. I will miss my students because I had an outstanding year (besides being accused of being a racist yet once again, don't they have a better excuse for misbehavior?), but it's nice to relax and only have to worry about my house and family. Here's a few pictures taken after Kaylee, Greg, and I spent the whole day outside.<br /><div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XYvSvA4vDqegokwsOIgS590kHE0Srt5_xTyiBISc-XigZPy8ekQyBR99XpiPvelSH5R85fnQhxMnxA7y7T9zeC0OC6SLaZskL9RfDi1J7drROYhBoa0WWK4C1MOI-y_r12nwVU1mam78/s1600-h/IMG000012.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342115750183974610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XYvSvA4vDqegokwsOIgS590kHE0Srt5_xTyiBISc-XigZPy8ekQyBR99XpiPvelSH5R85fnQhxMnxA7y7T9zeC0OC6SLaZskL9RfDi1J7drROYhBoa0WWK4C1MOI-y_r12nwVU1mam78/s320/IMG000012.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xyT98KJnu5JCH_K5oQxXFsM-J0ab7N-HxAL8K1H3iM3lIrpECEb3DaSoYEhcM9KhWd8lm5KbktTOb_x6rTOvgkIItbNERDxSQMW_Wq9GirIW8NXzdWd-ZW5ew_xTQZwcXQ349gqXHO9Y/s1600-h/IMG000011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342116044415689394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xyT98KJnu5JCH_K5oQxXFsM-J0ab7N-HxAL8K1H3iM3lIrpECEb3DaSoYEhcM9KhWd8lm5KbktTOb_x6rTOvgkIItbNERDxSQMW_Wq9GirIW8NXzdWd-ZW5ew_xTQZwcXQ349gqXHO9Y/s320/IMG000011.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqwXY7YFIIHlHWgrVgLsUPg_QRYG5k0aVTiKA12dB7VpUervD0aiqxWKXefCWpE9HolGFbujybBx_dcZh-3nppjElQPHzlz4DUm7rFoZy4YIwnXFjSxZySvqchQ1WfcBsgl_1FLJywLt7/s1600-h/IMG000010.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342116384371690898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqwXY7YFIIHlHWgrVgLsUPg_QRYG5k0aVTiKA12dB7VpUervD0aiqxWKXefCWpE9HolGFbujybBx_dcZh-3nppjElQPHzlz4DUm7rFoZy4YIwnXFjSxZySvqchQ1WfcBsgl_1FLJywLt7/s320/IMG000010.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>For fun, Kaylee's top ten words that she uses the most:</div><div>10. Bubbles</div><div>9. Doggie</div><div>8. Cheese</div><div>7. Mommy</div><div>6. Daddy</div><div>5. Hi</div><div>4.Abby</div><div>3. Thank you</div><div>2. Please</div><div></div><div>And the most used word of all:</div><div>1. NO!!<br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-50434332444556729162009-05-17T15:44:00.000-07:002009-05-17T15:50:45.678-07:00New ClothesNow that summer is approaching, Greg and I decided to go shopping for Kaylee. Toys R Us has some of the cutest clothes and I could spend hours just looking at all the girl stuff. We wound up buying a potty chair (a summer project for me), two summer outfits, a bathing suit, and a bouncy ball (a reward for being good in the store). Here are the cute clothes we got for her:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMt79s0uP6jMfXBK9Z309FqC2b9_gm2ZoVJAKp2527AYHMNhkTvbEZhh74DF_w-YpeFWRysrEAR5AXQUEbUmtPEHVn5eRZnZLuIJUUIuy8TBwytmW1xBf3rHFUVUzGxzjQMeSyxvWrnrZX/s1600-h/100_1204.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336928069438899122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMt79s0uP6jMfXBK9Z309FqC2b9_gm2ZoVJAKp2527AYHMNhkTvbEZhh74DF_w-YpeFWRysrEAR5AXQUEbUmtPEHVn5eRZnZLuIJUUIuy8TBwytmW1xBf3rHFUVUzGxzjQMeSyxvWrnrZX/s320/100_1204.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTx3SQ20XYcNzA6zHPi3MQlkzVUD62qLZmd0WDFBDLveMg_GooroLhs0PG2Dd7AlcrJ7DSGlgHIJ-3V4lVWkUNysvPjlby4dXaC5v6-LFWsETQWqmFUn3-Zle2qkKAOOmxFaNqPREJ44t/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336928435328142402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTx3SQ20XYcNzA6zHPi3MQlkzVUD62qLZmd0WDFBDLveMg_GooroLhs0PG2Dd7AlcrJ7DSGlgHIJ-3V4lVWkUNysvPjlby4dXaC5v6-LFWsETQWqmFUn3-Zle2qkKAOOmxFaNqPREJ44t/s320/100_1202.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXjHoNZB7x3PDVh-ImpkJJJLF2nKmLtIjvSY59uzY1rjPiOijnj_emFz_LTwIN8Ft17qdMzjMLfqwser8JDCFkhJEY8BVt0Ua1CbsalsMkLUqBVLvrg1La10ptrKN4eMc4dEAO5jUxvpt/s1600-h/100_1201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336928590786942802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXjHoNZB7x3PDVh-ImpkJJJLF2nKmLtIjvSY59uzY1rjPiOijnj_emFz_LTwIN8Ft17qdMzjMLfqwser8JDCFkhJEY8BVt0Ua1CbsalsMkLUqBVLvrg1La10ptrKN4eMc4dEAO5jUxvpt/s320/100_1201.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This morning, Kaylee decided she wanted to wear Mommy's necklace and Daddy's sunglasses so here is what we got:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQKxl1OdFAWCQfWNqb1DPMhkdhWJvTelIU-c3o7I2FSBbG9TkMpL1fnKUbZiqMLsCPwzZbKWvE9hPqpA15JRC1ygIfq0LknCMLWfBa1HtHAJHdvr-v56QWqzMg-KC18qXHfTCOcuyBo18/s1600-h/100_1199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336928971196082386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQKxl1OdFAWCQfWNqb1DPMhkdhWJvTelIU-c3o7I2FSBbG9TkMpL1fnKUbZiqMLsCPwzZbKWvE9hPqpA15JRC1ygIfq0LknCMLWfBa1HtHAJHdvr-v56QWqzMg-KC18qXHfTCOcuyBo18/s320/100_1199.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-46224977422691505352009-05-05T15:14:00.000-07:002009-05-05T15:21:02.399-07:00Bubbles and Sidewalk ChalkThere is nothing more relaxing than playing outside with bubbles after a long day at work. The sun was out for the first time in two weeks so Kaylee and I decided to take advantage. Here are some pictures of our bubbles and sidewalk chalk fun.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeck_RiCrqtegCQnGFcdQuiNeIZ8lpb-FBQf_9LkEy36oW_E-ulHRKSyjwIeFDB-NhwAGGIrROdog1zRtbDxibYlv90xEnZYya3FB3tnBAomcI5XKk4IafRc0z4cVnPpB3uX6_DzyfjG5/s1600-h/100_1096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332467275321803874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeck_RiCrqtegCQnGFcdQuiNeIZ8lpb-FBQf_9LkEy36oW_E-ulHRKSyjwIeFDB-NhwAGGIrROdog1zRtbDxibYlv90xEnZYya3FB3tnBAomcI5XKk4IafRc0z4cVnPpB3uX6_DzyfjG5/s320/100_1096.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFrmJbzgcJKwjmltNTm5s7v6BQITqUTvosXr2H_GjpaSVp4M0ZigyVawO5EaRoIHfBsqj1nC6nLSLhA4swxkORLwrfXckE5LAc4-4pjtJZKxwnQceCXs23Qbh5HA42OV8j9G3iB0ThEHF/s1600-h/100_1097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332467452312829074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFrmJbzgcJKwjmltNTm5s7v6BQITqUTvosXr2H_GjpaSVp4M0ZigyVawO5EaRoIHfBsqj1nC6nLSLhA4swxkORLwrfXckE5LAc4-4pjtJZKxwnQceCXs23Qbh5HA42OV8j9G3iB0ThEHF/s320/100_1097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQXibILbyK5xhyphenhyphenooK8MU4VF-vEZzPJZSrEhLLLmXZ2BFjxY04tozEwU1BKlphZSbOYUHRSbbIJ7s38WuWail-PGlB4p8bhSyhc49LSo-emE7o3S8XRqJsZxU3cuksc6W-1NRMMxXjD2ya/s1600-h/100_1098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332467619906617218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQXibILbyK5xhyphenhyphenooK8MU4VF-vEZzPJZSrEhLLLmXZ2BFjxY04tozEwU1BKlphZSbOYUHRSbbIJ7s38WuWail-PGlB4p8bhSyhc49LSo-emE7o3S8XRqJsZxU3cuksc6W-1NRMMxXjD2ya/s320/100_1098.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIraebPHqxzVHrIs9K0dVnWRhZXW_-ZzXPpd_fYO53WL_DGzw_eHyqYsgk40eOQ4gRgUgZBxOKQ0Js2ZTLgTN_v7n0Juhb1uS79mTzZtQcuGpbVa_YAdf9ByvxOZYMPANN8lsgS0ZNTll/s1600-h/100_1101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332467938524255826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIraebPHqxzVHrIs9K0dVnWRhZXW_-ZzXPpd_fYO53WL_DGzw_eHyqYsgk40eOQ4gRgUgZBxOKQ0Js2ZTLgTN_v7n0Juhb1uS79mTzZtQcuGpbVa_YAdf9ByvxOZYMPANN8lsgS0ZNTll/s320/100_1101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmWLWkCeQt0DLEli_ru3KNvE8nWUGRKIgSw36cWZQtKJhmloepGe9NgEmU-6ffl1IpiaHPgVPtFLzDHzt8mbSC0Qj3y4_GCyAMz8NJ11kPliUCEK8SweRtgLDM-01zBP4Q4rtJaKJZdxd/s1600-h/100_1106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332468163092471138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmWLWkCeQt0DLEli_ru3KNvE8nWUGRKIgSw36cWZQtKJhmloepGe9NgEmU-6ffl1IpiaHPgVPtFLzDHzt8mbSC0Qj3y4_GCyAMz8NJ11kPliUCEK8SweRtgLDM-01zBP4Q4rtJaKJZdxd/s320/100_1106.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilk5OFaEQfcNrSJSaVoVrdd28P7YbBc7iYPgyflW8eHk0VPszDGovSnY9wTIXAe4kYYTqpHA8SBA7Qfs6v638yrPVE-CL17NQvPsPzPYkARxRI6VPjj-nRzZEur2eM_8_DmRcEhk1Spntc/s1600-h/100_1112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332468354609052210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilk5OFaEQfcNrSJSaVoVrdd28P7YbBc7iYPgyflW8eHk0VPszDGovSnY9wTIXAe4kYYTqpHA8SBA7Qfs6v638yrPVE-CL17NQvPsPzPYkARxRI6VPjj-nRzZEur2eM_8_DmRcEhk1Spntc/s320/100_1112.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-33366316189405757852009-05-02T17:22:00.000-07:002009-05-02T17:36:35.058-07:00Rain Rain Go AwayUnfortunately with the warmer weather comes rain. Now I know that our life depends upon the frequent showers but two weeks straight is a bit much for me. Normally, I would take advantage of not being able to go outside and clean house, but not this weekend. The overcast skies and collective puddles has made me lazy and sleepy. I hate being cooped up in the house and not being able to go outside and run off the extra energy with Kaylee. Therefore, my creative mind has to preoccupy an 18 month old that desparately wants to go outside to play. Luckily, we bought her a bubble mower that I have allowed to be played with indoors and a bouncy ball. So far, my day has consisted of piddling around on the computer, going with Greg to get a haircut, getting Zaxby's for lunch, cleaning up Kaylee's messes, taking a nap, bickering with Greg all day long, and watching the Kentucky Derby. It's bad enough when you have a cranky toddler but it's ten times worse when you add in a cranky man because I'm being just as lazy as he is. Maybe if the sun popped out, I would be motivated to actually get things accomplished.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-55415915209589279922009-04-19T09:10:00.000-07:002009-04-19T09:26:11.924-07:00Our New Hobby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY8gzlHzn69VCp9ix-j4DxZ_wXKfwj8MGWaAXKPhS3QpkMb2VZhvBi8DOR2xqvhMOnBknoKjkrKCIMDw8HmUILCt8_UatmcisZrkOwVOTR6ZlUXH5leFegEqc2aWmd06y_l8_7X63BaTHe/s1600-h/100_1073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326439526112360290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY8gzlHzn69VCp9ix-j4DxZ_wXKfwj8MGWaAXKPhS3QpkMb2VZhvBi8DOR2xqvhMOnBknoKjkrKCIMDw8HmUILCt8_UatmcisZrkOwVOTR6ZlUXH5leFegEqc2aWmd06y_l8_7X63BaTHe/s320/100_1073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On my birthday, Greg decided to treat me with a dozen roses and took me out to dinner without Kaylee. Needless to say, that was a present in itself. That day, Greg realized just how much I love roses so last week, we decided that we were going to do some landscaping around our house. We cleared out the area in between our two shrubs and have bought six rose bushes total. The types of bushes are: Tropicana, Peace, Tiffany, Chrysler Emperial, Voodoo, and Blue Girl. I had no idea that there were so many different varieties of roses until we went shopping for them. We planted the roses and mulched the area around them which I am proud to say that I did the mulching myself. The Peace rose bush is the strongest so far and has already been producing beautiful blooms. Here are a few pictures:</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBI9gHbJr1U8dfzJK4deeq4NLscIwB6c3NOAJZ6JhCg6573dsU2vir5Gm2c9ZPkB9eYtDpXhXrnwgs1-kehQPZDlHoArAWj8SU2ETf8QV5nbkTsRHic4lcILX7wIRITXjSFSrRwqwBUGG/s1600-h/100_1078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326438313492067890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBI9gHbJr1U8dfzJK4deeq4NLscIwB6c3NOAJZ6JhCg6573dsU2vir5Gm2c9ZPkB9eYtDpXhXrnwgs1-kehQPZDlHoArAWj8SU2ETf8QV5nbkTsRHic4lcILX7wIRITXjSFSrRwqwBUGG/s320/100_1078.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJf2bkEt1eFPiz__LscqbLMCfG2jLWx-AjDnh6CxzEMwSNxZUaqnJ9mURwlxR9w8Hn7MTnr8J5msxNCslkUXoet_4-tSpbKAX9juC_ZUm3i6C-dVxKVmzsH0xAvuTLEAllHBtK2szEs0G/s1600-h/100_1077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326438534682916770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJf2bkEt1eFPiz__LscqbLMCfG2jLWx-AjDnh6CxzEMwSNxZUaqnJ9mURwlxR9w8Hn7MTnr8J5msxNCslkUXoet_4-tSpbKAX9juC_ZUm3i6C-dVxKVmzsH0xAvuTLEAllHBtK2szEs0G/s320/100_1077.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>A few of the other bushes have been struggling, but after pulling them up, soaking them in water, and replanting them with a different type of soil, they are beginning to strive and open up the beautiful blooms. We just need more sunshine and warmer temperatures to see exactly what those bushes can do. </div><br /><div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-2569620722110619672009-04-13T15:16:00.001-07:002009-04-13T15:16:39.605-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTY2MDg5ODkwNSZwdD*xMjM5NjYwOTkxNTc3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mb2Y9MA==.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w153.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/097c023a.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://w153.photobucket.com/albums/s221/wkudancer4683/?action=view¤t=097c023a.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-61770360102245432362009-04-04T16:18:00.001-07:002009-04-04T16:20:36.379-07:00Easter Pictures<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8p23_OV2H9PUsKlZnM5neh72pqWp1vnEd5QNAiupdKMXlLzR134U-9RSRoT18S9NMMAZlejZQXdHIgCLULZY78DCNjhscQxxb19roqV8TRzagd1Mobv1pHHj9RTPzB_bX_6nqlwohX-P5/s1600-h/100_1059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320979694194710722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8p23_OV2H9PUsKlZnM5neh72pqWp1vnEd5QNAiupdKMXlLzR134U-9RSRoT18S9NMMAZlejZQXdHIgCLULZY78DCNjhscQxxb19roqV8TRzagd1Mobv1pHHj9RTPzB_bX_6nqlwohX-P5/s320/100_1059.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZaPd4rUG6W3_yuwDC1MUPpX5lyigVS9imN-2AHQYrwo0JTkTaIIZWnDKaiU_i4_iGV5z4DhzkavFMp5Ifj3WeBg4d5ooi1nfkm5lKgy2lj5tkmBjB_JIuE5KpQHS1zvr8CRJqSrPIaBN/s1600-h/100_1060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320979821758994834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZaPd4rUG6W3_yuwDC1MUPpX5lyigVS9imN-2AHQYrwo0JTkTaIIZWnDKaiU_i4_iGV5z4DhzkavFMp5Ifj3WeBg4d5ooi1nfkm5lKgy2lj5tkmBjB_JIuE5KpQHS1zvr8CRJqSrPIaBN/s320/100_1060.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7ZNphLEHL4VA5amukL7OCwhEMZXWkBK74GFp04E57nI_G4ml_z1ccKiy2aYR_v-xgex9PET21Zxgt5ur5qVlaTV9ui6WStlzyQv2dRLccST6DUttVaHHzl4_7z_6lDTQq6Ek3n4djxTb/s1600-h/100_1061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320980023926125410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7ZNphLEHL4VA5amukL7OCwhEMZXWkBK74GFp04E57nI_G4ml_z1ccKiy2aYR_v-xgex9PET21Zxgt5ur5qVlaTV9ui6WStlzyQv2dRLccST6DUttVaHHzl4_7z_6lDTQq6Ek3n4djxTb/s320/100_1061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-81666213602917996982009-03-15T10:28:00.000-07:002009-03-15T11:15:03.347-07:00Close Encounters of the God KindThose that are close to me know that I've been having a rough time with my anxiety attacks since my grandfather passed away in October. I always considered myself to have a strong faith in myself and God even though I didn't attend church every Sunday. Once Pappaw passed away, I noticed that my anxiety came back worse than ever and I started questioning my faith. It resulted in high blood pressure, sleep deprivation, a hospital visit, many doctor's visits, and severe agraphobia (fear of leaving home). I was at my very worst when I forced myself to go to my church. Now, I hadn't been for several years and my anxiety was the highest on that day, but I still forced myself to go. I decided that if church and prayer didn't heal me then nothing else would. I found a family friend which happens to be a minister there before the church service and he asked if it would be okay for himself and another minister to pray over me because I was a complete wreck. Of course looking for any resolution I agreed and prayed with them. The entire sermon at church that Sunday was about having anxiety and depression. After the sermon, I went to the alter and poured my heart out in prayer which I hadn't done since I was 12 yrs. old. All of a sudden, I stopped crying and lifted my head up high as if nothing could stop me. My anxiety completely disappeared and I was healed. In a way, I felt that God had called me to church that day. That was my first close encounter of the God kind.<br /><br />Due to the recent events at the time, I really questioned the whole idea of Heaven and life after death. So I spoke with my guidance counselor at school and she recommended the book <em>Close Encounters of the God Kind</em> by Jesse Duplantis. This book is about an evangelist's close encounters with God and even recalls a visit to Heaven. Now, if you are a skeptic like I am, you are probably thinking that this guy is a hoax, but after reading the encounter, I realize that anything is possible when you have faith. After reading the book, I still had my doubts so I sought religous counseling from the family friend. He was able to explain life after death according to revelation and gave me another article to read. After reading the book and seeking outside help, I decided to start my own journey of Bible study starting at the beginning with Genesis. I discovered many explanations of things we have today that I would never have known if I hadn't starting my own bible study. One weekend after starting my Bible study, I decided to watch a televised sermon that my church posts online. Amazingly, the sermon was about the parts of Genesis that I had already been studying on my own. I felt empowered knowing that I was familar with the part of the Bible that my pastor was preaching. That was my second encounter of the God kind.<br /><br />When I felt like my faith was beginning to get renewed and my anxiety was diminishing, I experienced another death in my family. This time, I was not as close to the person, but it still bothered me nonetheless. Bam! Just like getting hit by a car, my demon returns. This time it's not as severe, but is still present in my everyday life. I considered returning to counseling, but decided to rely on my faith instead. Now, grant it, every night I struggle with the fact of not having a guaranteed tomorrow, but I have been relying on reciting a small prayer before falling asleep that makes my anxiety go away. My nighly prayer is yet another close encounter of the God Kind.<br /><br />5 o'clock this morning, Kaylee was up fussing and was having a hard time going to sleep. Groggy, I went upstairs, rocked her back to sleep, and layed down to put myself back to sleep. I noticed my anxiety was present because my sleep had been interrupted. (Sleep deprivation or interruption causes my anxiety to reek havoc on me). Just then, I hear Kaylee's train make the choo choo noise that can only be activated by pushing a button. Of course, that freaked me out even more because it was something that couldn't be explained. I finally decided to not worry about it and just go back to sleep. First thing this morning, upon awakening, I thought of going to church. When that feeling or urge hits, I do as it says because God is talking with me. I get up, get my coffee, and Kaylee and I make our way to church. The last time I had been was in December so naturally my anxiety reared its ugly face. I stood strong with my head held high as I made my way to church. After being there for about 15 minutes, my anxiety disappeared and Kaylee and I enjoyed being there. The sermon today was about having faith and getting rid of the fear of dying. It's amazing how God's calling to church was exactly about what I have been experiencing in my life. That was another close encounter of the God kind.<br /><br />So now, as I get home, I think back to my unexplained encounter this morning and I remember one of Jesse Duplantis's encounters he describes in the book. Jesse had prayed that God would show Himself to him so that he could strengthen his faith. That night, Jesse felt a strong presence in his house and the curtains blew with an unhuman strength. Naturally, Jesse was scared to open his eyes, but he knew that God was showing Himself to Jesse. Now, I did not pray for God to show Himself to me, but I wonder if that was either God himself or one of his angels showing me that He was there with me and everything would be okay? After that happened my anxiety disappeared and I went back to sleep.<br /><br />Now, skeptics would say that it's all a matter of coincidences occurring at the same time, but I know that a higher power is at work with me. After sharing my story, I will leave you with my daily horoscope for the day:<br /><br />"With every step you take today, you are approaching a major turning point, so you've got to be primed and ready to act when you see a great opportunity heading your way. Changes can happen at any time in your life -- if you are ready and waiting for them. It might not be comfortable for you to act quickly at first, but eventually you will get into the excitement and enjoy the unpredictability of it all. You'll never feel more in charge of your life than you do today."<br /><br />Coincidence? I THINK NOT!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-22251979496705395042009-03-08T16:03:00.000-07:002009-03-08T16:17:49.382-07:00Turning PointThis weekend has been a perfect weekend with my family. The weather was beautiful where we could enjoy spending time outside. Taking advantage of the 70s, we decided to grill out steaks, shrimp, and baked potatoes. Needless to say, my gourmet chef spoils us and is always taking on a new challenge. His new challenge was shrimp and it turned out delicious.<br /><br />This weekend was also an engagement celebration for my best friend of 12 yrs. I was so excited to have the opportunity to spend time with my friends from high school. Little did I know, that it was going to be an eye opening experience. Out of the four of us, I am the only one that has a child. I went out to Longhorn steakhouse and enjoyed an appetizer since Greg was grilling out at home. The entire time I was with them, I felt completely disconnected. I know being a mommy changes EVERYTHING in your life, but I really hadn't seen the effects with my friends until now. They are talking about spending $150 on haircuts, going out on weekdays, and any drama between friendships. The whole time I'm thinking, I spend my time by singing ABCs, playing with toys, and simply relaxing at home with my family. After the short time with my friends, I realized that I need friends that have kids that I can relate to.<br /><br />This weekend was also a turning point for Greg. After many attempts to finance school, he realized that being a pilot really isn't where his heart is. I discovered on Thursday that he has always wanted to be a firefighter even though the pay is a lot lower than a pilot. He finally admitted that he is happy how we're living now and he wouldn't mind trying out for the fire department here. Looking into it further, I found out that right now, the fire department is beginning their hiring process. So the next step is to fill out the application and go to the orientation meetings in April and then take the written/physical exams in June. So we'll see where out next adventure takes us!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-76291974634936009972009-02-16T10:13:00.000-08:002009-02-16T10:15:26.591-08:00President's DayKaylee is enjoying her day off with Mommy:<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2fuFV3dLTXjmvw4BOJk_HbSU3gJu07ES4kG6dxKROSvURIhBtzmAxEtRrAqqOPxiBSb3dd2sZCacVOtGZiwkK15FpBfXON5_iCa43fi4Ij8Ug3MO0TAl-vFbeLGQH8DKkM2WMoOXbGxH/s1600-h/100_1044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460114610312770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2fuFV3dLTXjmvw4BOJk_HbSU3gJu07ES4kG6dxKROSvURIhBtzmAxEtRrAqqOPxiBSb3dd2sZCacVOtGZiwkK15FpBfXON5_iCa43fi4Ij8Ug3MO0TAl-vFbeLGQH8DKkM2WMoOXbGxH/s320/100_1044.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxAsKxK85uySAcaocHj7e5FjmhOzH5hMn1NJG_Sb9rt1yh-Gw9RrCUefTlHrhuEMTo7cix76VDhjyKYJaTw94qe7EXEFjkZFdk_VO7jAR-oKJABzWMxi1Qy3QTm5EU9lMGyGkc7F7pDbQ/s1600-h/100_1045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460293370588114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxAsKxK85uySAcaocHj7e5FjmhOzH5hMn1NJG_Sb9rt1yh-Gw9RrCUefTlHrhuEMTo7cix76VDhjyKYJaTw94qe7EXEFjkZFdk_VO7jAR-oKJABzWMxi1Qy3QTm5EU9lMGyGkc7F7pDbQ/s320/100_1045.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDoQfxxZFEmQDxV3suIpiJ_ICcbvbheA4ODBsZY7eJu9OXOCyMH2YqfS8wz2Uk7U-lIFfxpTz4XiuAGVQX8qRb5RgWMZgLl42dMRWEs8k0exptHC62cqY0RAlgiDzWWQVTX7-sVH_vpVb/s1600-h/100_1046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460423298516370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDoQfxxZFEmQDxV3suIpiJ_ICcbvbheA4ODBsZY7eJu9OXOCyMH2YqfS8wz2Uk7U-lIFfxpTz4XiuAGVQX8qRb5RgWMZgLl42dMRWEs8k0exptHC62cqY0RAlgiDzWWQVTX7-sVH_vpVb/s320/100_1046.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-81151042597483956352009-02-16T07:22:00.000-08:002009-02-16T09:03:19.157-08:00A Remarkable WeekendI have to start by saying that Greg is one of the greatest guys that God put on this Earth. Just when I feel like he can't make me fall in love with him more than I already do, he goes and does something that shows me just how much we're meant for each other. Lately, Greg has been sneaking around a lot which is unusual even for him. On Thursday, he takes off work early and meets me at home right after school. Curious, he tells me that he went out looking at washers and dryers to compare the prices at different places. It was a valid reason so I didn't question it any more than a normal woman would. Friday, Greg gets up and does his usual routine and takes Kaylee to daycare. Little did I know, that Greg actually took the day off, but had to do his routine so I didn't suspect anything. When I get home on Friday, I find Greg home with a brand new laptop. Now, not thinking clearly, I thought that he had bought it for him even though I had wanted one for the longest time. Of course my heart was broken because it didn't register that it was for me. He starts the explanation with "So I never made it to work today". He apparently had been planning to get me a laptop for about 2 weeks and even had planned to take the day off so he could buy the laptop and surprise me. I was completely speechless! How many guys would put that much thought into a Valentine's present? I was hoping for flowers and maybe a dinner, not something as extravangent as this. When I thought that the weekend couldn't get any better, I realized that was only the beginning. Friday afternoon, we went shopping and bought a new living room set which we were in dire need of and a new grill which was Greg's Valentine's present. Saturday, my dad didn't have any plans so he watched Kaylee for us so Greg and I could have some time for ourselves. We went clothes shopping at the mall which normally isn't that big of a deal, but it was one of the most magical nights we've had. Just being able to hold hands and only focus on the two of us revived the spark that we had when we first met. Our night ended with dinner at no other place that the fantastic, romantic, breathtaking Wendy's. LOL We had takeout from T.G.I.Fridays the previous night so we decided to pick up some combo meals at Wendy's. Yesterday, we went clothes shopping for Kaylee which was an adventure in itself. Kaylee is at that age where she wants to touch and see everything. We're at Toys R Us and Kaylee decides to start pulling everything she can reach off the rack. I thought I could outsmart a 15 month old by just moving the cart, right? WRONG! She decides to start trying to stand up in the cart and throwing a tantrum when I make her sit down. So I decide to try and let her get down so that she would stop the tantrum. MISTAKE #2. She runs everywhere pulling clothes down again. Picking her up and trying to hold her was like trying to wrestle with a wild pig. Finally, Daddy comes to the rescue and takes her off my hands. Right then, I thank God for such a wonderful partner and Daddy. I don't know what I would do without him and hopefully I won't find out for a very long time. Overall, I had a weekend that I will never forget and it's amazing how the little things in life can make such a huge impact. Here's pictures of our living room set (They are the same color even though it doesn't look like it here:<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapFPLhCS_w5BK3N9N8uunWQLa0H22YKTurkCKRFAGuJUT7BqYPWXD-VufsDvv1DLsm8HlJxbgfSHFpmqaflfBW9Y4guzg4Y15A7h4PtCH94m9bSPGIfwmWdFQSBr1i_Cc-LSrqh26bo94/s1600-h/couch.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441362682569250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapFPLhCS_w5BK3N9N8uunWQLa0H22YKTurkCKRFAGuJUT7BqYPWXD-VufsDvv1DLsm8HlJxbgfSHFpmqaflfBW9Y4guzg4Y15A7h4PtCH94m9bSPGIfwmWdFQSBr1i_Cc-LSrqh26bo94/s320/couch.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzN9Kr2M0XuPk5IPs-ocnLpMIKohSwWLbMefiqo1K8nrdumQIXqxQJ6LfSRnFd_k7j0PRkKNFj6ZFWxao0fsCcdTxLmKUk_-Z3e9SFMaZ8XdcizdkClN4X0Ar41N2KzNspQctp03VQ-Zih/s1600-h/recliner.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441617019865474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzN9Kr2M0XuPk5IPs-ocnLpMIKohSwWLbMefiqo1K8nrdumQIXqxQJ6LfSRnFd_k7j0PRkKNFj6ZFWxao0fsCcdTxLmKUk_-Z3e9SFMaZ8XdcizdkClN4X0Ar41N2KzNspQctp03VQ-Zih/s320/recliner.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS-JwfrFrfecgBSktqh_21lfcrUs8B7raKqvtPtMEl9wolh8B3iDONoFE32r02IPU3pi1vvAhiYW4nxyMVxU79UG1CjI4m5_pUY-09ruaVW33-ZTHi2zpqMyNY5V1HYXdy-fZ7-Yv09ei/s1600-h/table.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441834883926050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS-JwfrFrfecgBSktqh_21lfcrUs8B7raKqvtPtMEl9wolh8B3iDONoFE32r02IPU3pi1vvAhiYW4nxyMVxU79UG1CjI4m5_pUY-09ruaVW33-ZTHi2zpqMyNY5V1HYXdy-fZ7-Yv09ei/s320/table.gif" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-87986751146751470322009-01-28T11:30:00.000-08:002009-01-29T06:25:51.596-08:00Ice, Snow, and a 3 Day Vacation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotagVkKp6Su70vKZ9XawP1d2Vw21nghYJxDRv4uK1dhg_9gyEF6Xjgf477f31MnIFM5kvTXS93BRFChk8i3HBEXgs5U6AUXi_Z17Rxnj1SggVJ8Z-YW4wbREhUmk1bMzK8i9JvxPOlkj_/s1600-h/100_1027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296429996706051410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotagVkKp6Su70vKZ9XawP1d2Vw21nghYJxDRv4uK1dhg_9gyEF6Xjgf477f31MnIFM5kvTXS93BRFChk8i3HBEXgs5U6AUXi_Z17Rxnj1SggVJ8Z-YW4wbREhUmk1bMzK8i9JvxPOlkj_/s320/100_1027.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296431189577635266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpPNytwMjsxY1RYoVe8EqZH1B_SLdr7BxOMRM_F8jccKsY9J_qOl3EbsIIsr9ug3zfnjwekzdvIXiJ06it809agfwqyPaIwnR_33qckp6wDVM6RbxR8rwPSdhDFmHzQyBhgw1x9CmHWrD/s320/100_1030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>So far, we have had crazy weather in Kentucky, but then again what else is new? Last week, we had 60s and then this week we've had about a 1/2 inch of ice and then a 1/2 of snow today. People in the north may think that's nothing, but here it's a HUGE deal. Taking advantage, Kaylee and I decided to play in the snow today which was her first time being in snow. So here's our snow day pictures:<br /></div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYaChT0wLXZMcNQw5x2wnJ0T1kO0Xel3aXuUBY_nGvdhh4e2u_iuk0FLxbGBc1xV8IlRgMilUsXCRIF26sRQEFD7AcvfvljXvSTuoAa9F2ZsYgIYvLMnpJtCQyh4KPBEDZbrABdTGpbu_/s1600-h/100_1025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430205390906834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYaChT0wLXZMcNQw5x2wnJ0T1kO0Xel3aXuUBY_nGvdhh4e2u_iuk0FLxbGBc1xV8IlRgMilUsXCRIF26sRQEFD7AcvfvljXvSTuoAa9F2ZsYgIYvLMnpJtCQyh4KPBEDZbrABdTGpbu_/s320/100_1025.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmtvoJMgeGX08ul7ZxnByCSkcLZcFgLLaSfyVxdsYGAYJ1pbq4a3aUBNj2VtU2KrFwFHossFUihP0RDDasyA3OLk3UcL_UO0vIT3DjIoXHFuMynjcEOi_f5TFGGyBzfogPjbEHnMo-am2/s1600-h/100_1026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430385924535778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmtvoJMgeGX08ul7ZxnByCSkcLZcFgLLaSfyVxdsYGAYJ1pbq4a3aUBNj2VtU2KrFwFHossFUihP0RDDasyA3OLk3UcL_UO0vIT3DjIoXHFuMynjcEOi_f5TFGGyBzfogPjbEHnMo-am2/s320/100_1026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7W3RpuoBhze_xTfpzySLRTHjVDmUupNWVzdNFTQt3mr7k8bmD36jxpfG1I6lvZrexPK8dgKaLETq8lRnUSQJTK1hiHdfVld0wFBT50I960rDksbo4sQWW5maSZthDUNDCQ5qDNe99bMCF/s1600-h/100_1028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430623539308050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7W3RpuoBhze_xTfpzySLRTHjVDmUupNWVzdNFTQt3mr7k8bmD36jxpfG1I6lvZrexPK8dgKaLETq8lRnUSQJTK1hiHdfVld0wFBT50I960rDksbo4sQWW5maSZthDUNDCQ5qDNe99bMCF/s320/100_1028.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeo16S1AkgjKM81u9YNFOs-Qh9jcSs_TuPIZ8mU5eg7GVl8ZZC1FUoD_6gSzcMs0QAgtifTVPYEmUdwaCdZDTaAZIyeVVaeAMpq6YU_v2Mj26QPSN4SXlGpIYSuovJwbGzY7Ccgv7Ztgt/s1600-h/100_1029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430790726702530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeo16S1AkgjKM81u9YNFOs-Qh9jcSs_TuPIZ8mU5eg7GVl8ZZC1FUoD_6gSzcMs0QAgtifTVPYEmUdwaCdZDTaAZIyeVVaeAMpq6YU_v2Mj26QPSN4SXlGpIYSuovJwbGzY7Ccgv7Ztgt/s320/100_1029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see, we had a lot of fun once Kaylee figured out that she could play in the snow. Here's the result of our snow day fun:</div><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU1zA-gHdr7PvbZjG0DvS6LeBSsxKCzxEH2cghlVfsD0geK8RiTMmwH17QeOFOFW-JS4vQk6qXHJsEesW8ooOutchgs6x0fs2gb2Z00Yjvq_4zeWbxMLZiZTXv_QYCAVPWtFOBfl9e_ht/s1600-h/100_1032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296433309159358498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU1zA-gHdr7PvbZjG0DvS6LeBSsxKCzxEH2cghlVfsD0geK8RiTMmwH17QeOFOFW-JS4vQk6qXHJsEesW8ooOutchgs6x0fs2gb2Z00Yjvq_4zeWbxMLZiZTXv_QYCAVPWtFOBfl9e_ht/s320/100_1032.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /></div><br /><p></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-973247471031311002009-01-02T09:29:00.001-08:002009-01-02T09:35:05.204-08:00Second Grade Christmas PartySince I'm in the posting mood, I thought that I would post some pictures from our Christmas party right before Christmas break. Enjoy!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Wwnz3MDqSsyNOuftzE_aQ6mVo8xA_2RCZj0S-Rlv7Xj32wnayT1aDtDuzKSEKjHAaONzeuIIS2YOXIkBWiCE-q48THQpViBf3XM85I36CKXqO0tjoiY0YCoqUCwXNDjcX9zrqxFgDiAM/s1600-h/100_0806.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286750073488343394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Wwnz3MDqSsyNOuftzE_aQ6mVo8xA_2RCZj0S-Rlv7Xj32wnayT1aDtDuzKSEKjHAaONzeuIIS2YOXIkBWiCE-q48THQpViBf3XM85I36CKXqO0tjoiY0YCoqUCwXNDjcX9zrqxFgDiAM/s320/100_0806.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42yXZRoiuQr2HinyMIpe4G24uZ1V_M7deq3w2PZkjyOW24Mu568N0N8uon4OR5wRXWAx7QOkmod-doIv3AqUlwGm0tI4HJ2szadAsjd3Z46S6aSW4wR4t-dqCAk18W5p-oSUpYP4y92BE/s1600-h/100_0808.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286750614188308498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42yXZRoiuQr2HinyMIpe4G24uZ1V_M7deq3w2PZkjyOW24Mu568N0N8uon4OR5wRXWAx7QOkmod-doIv3AqUlwGm0tI4HJ2szadAsjd3Z46S6aSW4wR4t-dqCAk18W5p-oSUpYP4y92BE/s320/100_0808.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1uwtP-roS1Simi79-ANuduuInMXICxKdmIxFf4gwGsYZkpRpdVwjZPKsl6JPoR_HhfrY1WecYhlWbwYiCPphxOHxSC1nmJRCETQMx-WzIsuvT9ITMVrYH-an_ndqoGOLqyQfpi2iHkZp/s1600-h/100_0816.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286750270672334066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1uwtP-roS1Simi79-ANuduuInMXICxKdmIxFf4gwGsYZkpRpdVwjZPKsl6JPoR_HhfrY1WecYhlWbwYiCPphxOHxSC1nmJRCETQMx-WzIsuvT9ITMVrYH-an_ndqoGOLqyQfpi2iHkZp/s320/100_0816.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV4CXc7DSNrhGyRF7EylMhlPPu7CdveK-xgW3wj0sJdJ0z4zZh0n3cq4YOEqYnjlrjU-soAcFXL2I6t-GhM6vp5-FZCEco60eDXu5_6NFqTqMYdQhMPjTWJVZ9hfP423Yz5PEzDBvGVkl/s1600-h/100_0795.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286750396258111298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV4CXc7DSNrhGyRF7EylMhlPPu7CdveK-xgW3wj0sJdJ0z4zZh0n3cq4YOEqYnjlrjU-soAcFXL2I6t-GhM6vp5-FZCEco60eDXu5_6NFqTqMYdQhMPjTWJVZ9hfP423Yz5PEzDBvGVkl/s320/100_0795.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBI_Uya5c4LosFhXiRU5cV0GdmO5cc7AFNuA4C_VLsFYqLxEajHuJklaiQSWflAdcMwIBhClSQboTw9Qdgqr0JSACVhhfju_c9pfWkXoZYgdzxalwlEmq5aYny3pzIr7R37vU-YsN60BgD/s1600-h/100_0809.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286750782400493762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBI_Uya5c4LosFhXiRU5cV0GdmO5cc7AFNuA4C_VLsFYqLxEajHuJklaiQSWflAdcMwIBhClSQboTw9Qdgqr0JSACVhhfju_c9pfWkXoZYgdzxalwlEmq5aYny3pzIr7R37vU-YsN60BgD/s320/100_0809.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4j7xoIEKYkH22jl2dy_jdOOBELS0EytdwMZ4eriMXlR6zd2YmDrM2MBg0pku8CovU7ZZSLdbdlTL7cXIT0MYU_yIEINiLGGqLaHDlrJiQltcT9DN5ioBGZcJ-i3WHyZ1RFjiZWNyNnDI0/s1600-h/100_0815.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286750994452139522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4j7xoIEKYkH22jl2dy_jdOOBELS0EytdwMZ4eriMXlR6zd2YmDrM2MBg0pku8CovU7ZZSLdbdlTL7cXIT0MYU_yIEINiLGGqLaHDlrJiQltcT9DN5ioBGZcJ-i3WHyZ1RFjiZWNyNnDI0/s320/100_0815.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV4CXc7DSNrhGyRF7EylMhlPPu7CdveK-xgW3wj0sJdJ0z4zZh0n3cq4YOEqYnjlrjU-soAcFXL2I6t-GhM6vp5-FZCEco60eDXu5_6NFqTqMYdQhMPjTWJVZ9hfP423Yz5PEzDBvGVkl/s1600-h/100_0795.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV4CXc7DSNrhGyRF7EylMhlPPu7CdveK-xgW3wj0sJdJ0z4zZh0n3cq4YOEqYnjlrjU-soAcFXL2I6t-GhM6vp5-FZCEco60eDXu5_6NFqTqMYdQhMPjTWJVZ9hfP423Yz5PEzDBvGVkl/s1600-h/100_0795.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-5937069932593421652009-01-02T07:23:00.000-08:002009-01-02T07:44:39.096-08:00Christmas VacationFor the past two weeks, I have been off and have absolutely loved it. My darling daughter has been sleeping in to at least 8-8:30 am every morning which is a dream come true considering she is usually up by 6 am when I am working. Overall, I feel like I haven't really done much, but lounge around in my pjs and play with Kaylee which is enough for me. It's going to be so sad to go back to work and send Kaylee back to daycare, but at the same time it will be good for both of us. Here are just a few pics I've taken over the break:<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMfymRWvp6ZYDGCSVaQPPhZ7U4xK-eCe5yfFyyx4ElsQleAYuJiRCZRQUgMM_L6DtoUpmIXH8w02Y8CxFiQKTlQcV3mI8PzMyEShJdnBg-rfw1AYrqdZNrVgFrGiqIgG_pXDBjeveMkFp/s1600-h/100_0997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718418149303250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMfymRWvp6ZYDGCSVaQPPhZ7U4xK-eCe5yfFyyx4ElsQleAYuJiRCZRQUgMM_L6DtoUpmIXH8w02Y8CxFiQKTlQcV3mI8PzMyEShJdnBg-rfw1AYrqdZNrVgFrGiqIgG_pXDBjeveMkFp/s320/100_0997.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8_gOuu5bvjwcrKxZKXJS37ywHg9LgrZ9oD97UCK5GhEjMwlWyKxb_ztx8L3zFkTLBhfUsbmw0V_VGc1PjbwaBzelTXDtaLxk7f-D-5qHiRAQLC863WBoWfUCCvkwUpcZTt3VUl2Cx3Qu/s1600-h/100_1002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718675460461682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8_gOuu5bvjwcrKxZKXJS37ywHg9LgrZ9oD97UCK5GhEjMwlWyKxb_ztx8L3zFkTLBhfUsbmw0V_VGc1PjbwaBzelTXDtaLxk7f-D-5qHiRAQLC863WBoWfUCCvkwUpcZTt3VUl2Cx3Qu/s320/100_1002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg6Qt4cO6iFOx09zss0sYeCc_4sVrFhpBSnl0N4y53xU6tEV0BRaYnRYuzmzaAAezEajinszR4d9iu9FsVpxpoX8EjIOHN69pwue5O0LkZvAdxk4TWBCmte_Tz0VuhoCTWt9DohzKSpH6/s1600-h/100_0999.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718882172479010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg6Qt4cO6iFOx09zss0sYeCc_4sVrFhpBSnl0N4y53xU6tEV0BRaYnRYuzmzaAAezEajinszR4d9iu9FsVpxpoX8EjIOHN69pwue5O0LkZvAdxk4TWBCmte_Tz0VuhoCTWt9DohzKSpH6/s320/100_0999.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHBWvICkeudJwwm02p8wzf-xas0tlaoG4xlLeo6BT2pGHRfXZqdbvoIPmVOiDxIceME8ha2foHRW-hxS_Ax8-l1eVxTOvVnSSyrBz6mD083rnFsLu41PmHGxB49KR-EMam6xMrdO47Bs2/s1600-h/100_1004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719134707134386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHBWvICkeudJwwm02p8wzf-xas0tlaoG4xlLeo6BT2pGHRfXZqdbvoIPmVOiDxIceME8ha2foHRW-hxS_Ax8-l1eVxTOvVnSSyrBz6mD083rnFsLu41PmHGxB49KR-EMam6xMrdO47Bs2/s320/100_1004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>Christmas for my family was great! I love this time of year because you get to spend so much quality time with your family and not feel guilty about not completing your "to do" list. However, it can get stressful because with 2 sets of divorced parents, it's hard to see everyone in the short amount of time allotted for Christmas. Luckily, this year, we separated it into about 5 days so it wouldn't be as stressful. There's only one side of my family I did not see because it was Greg's year to be with his family for the holidays. Here's a few family photos from our Christmas celebrations with more to come:<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7X-tLg2qvQq8fsG-NaPayUbpXKQTIzE8oIIZv_cfmEpyHBSEhmqnlw5JbIvHaZVhGJ0UOnEkwlCr-qxvA0XYyrnyvhWcfNUT3mJNLI6TpXcOBFhFz1_RnHI_lfEj3OVglQCgnFxeSKwTT/s1600-h/100_1008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286720268597556386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7X-tLg2qvQq8fsG-NaPayUbpXKQTIzE8oIIZv_cfmEpyHBSEhmqnlw5JbIvHaZVhGJ0UOnEkwlCr-qxvA0XYyrnyvhWcfNUT3mJNLI6TpXcOBFhFz1_RnHI_lfEj3OVglQCgnFxeSKwTT/s320/100_1008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLUGKuUps4prpM3Aw9OQdVXUOtbd6OguJDRgLDlW37HWScfrStDBhB1vyWw0PdlfeoTkmT10BTf4dGXMta9ppbKnp64QoSdebIiQgTU3V4s_PG89wvrOUCtaKLM7cImUiF7e-twBxZQEU/s1600-h/100_1012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721301930060354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLUGKuUps4prpM3Aw9OQdVXUOtbd6OguJDRgLDlW37HWScfrStDBhB1vyWw0PdlfeoTkmT10BTf4dGXMta9ppbKnp64QoSdebIiQgTU3V4s_PG89wvrOUCtaKLM7cImUiF7e-twBxZQEU/s320/100_1012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>In the midst of all the celebration and time off, Kaylee decided to start walking steadily. So now, my little girl is constantly on the go and exploring every inch of the house. She looks so big when I watch her walking around the house carrying her blankie. I can't believe how fast time goes by when you have kids. My baby is growing up too fast, but luckily enough I have a career that gives lots of breaks and time off so I don't miss all of the special moments that every parent strives to see.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528633035741002761.post-54808007645416188002008-12-16T12:48:00.000-08:002008-12-16T12:55:51.493-08:00SNOW DAY!!Watching the weather last night, I knew we were not going to school today. I'm not sure who was more excited about it: the teachers or the kids. I really needed this day to really lay around the house and do absolutely nothing. It's nice to not have any worries even though I've developed a headache from staring at the computer screen too long. LOL I've played and sung with Kaylee, danced to my heart's content, and about to actually do some cleaning so Greg can have a treat to come home to.<br /><br />Christmas is next week and I can hardly believe that the year has past. So much has happened this year that it's hard to sit back and reflect on it all. My new year's resolution: To make this next year happier and more worthwhile no matter what is thrown my way. We all have rough times, but it's how you deal and move on. There's nothing more precious than life and you should cherish every moment because there is no guarantee of a tomorrow. It has taken a lot of prayer and effort for me to be able to come to that conclusion. I think truly for the first time, I realize the the meaning of Christmas. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02591475889158327789noreply@blogger.com0