<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876</id><updated>2012-01-19T12:10:25.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and the Pea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-6978235926826441170</id><published>2012-01-02T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:19:49.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Goals</title><content type='html'>One goal that I hope won't fly by night before the end of the month is my commitment to update our family blog more regularly. I'm going to spare myself the feeling of failure by NOT overcommitting (another resolution) that I'll update every day, or even every week. My goal is to simply get more family memories documented so that friends and family can follow along and so that I'll have an easier time with our family scrapbooks when I sit down to do those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids!!! Everyone loves Kid Updates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is going to Christian academy this year and she is really doing well. She's finally starting to overcome some of her shyness issues, so we are very thankful that we've been blessed witht the opportunity to attend HCA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is also enjoying her first season competing at Level 2 Gymnastics. She has her first meet in December and brought home 5 medals, 4th Place All Around. We were very proud of her! She has her second meet on Sunday and she is beyond excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary is growing into quite the young man! He is all boy and he teaches me something new every day. He's finishing his last year at the church preschool and will hopefully join Olivia at HCA next year. We're still praying about whether or not he'd benefit from an extra year in the young 5's program at FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary is our little imagination man. He can think of and create anything. Just yesterday he and his Daddy made a movie and I must say it's a Blockbuster. He was so excited to share it with me when I got home last night and I was grinning ear to ear while I watched him (as Mario) defeat Bowser (aka: Rex from Toy Story). Who knows, maybe someday he'll be an actor or a director and can take care of his dear Mommy and Daddy when we're old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come next time. Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-6978235926826441170?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/6978235926826441170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=6978235926826441170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6978235926826441170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6978235926826441170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-goals.html' title='New Year, New Goals'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-25233583595700985</id><published>2010-01-08T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:06:48.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Choir of Snow Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424428570452088610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxC4NG1yI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hCBOQCUb3v8/s400/_DSC0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;We had our own Choir of Snow Angels in our driveway today. After making a snowman, snowballs, and sledding, it seems that making Snow Angels was the favorite winter pastime. When we asked Olivia who taught her how to do that....she said, "I saw it on a movie!" Geeze, they're already being influenced by TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424428581072544210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxDfxOIdI/AAAAAAAAAqY/UpqeXYkSSrc/s400/_DSC0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxEbAK2jI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0ONKW3viklw/s1600-h/_DSC0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424428596972935730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxEbAK2jI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0ONKW3viklw/s400/_DSC0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I was on camcorder duty when both kids decided to nail me with snowballs! Thank goodness they had on 17 layers so their aim was off due to limited range of motion! The camcorder made it safe through all of the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxEPa_rKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jNg9XURjPa8/s1600-h/_DSC0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424428593864223906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxEPa_rKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jNg9XURjPa8/s400/_DSC0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; We'd heard that it was bad out, but it really looked harmless. Just a little snow, right? Well, if you notice in the picture above, they've roped off the top of this hill in our subdivision and roped off the entrance at the bottom of the hill....so 10 families are stuck...with our very own SNOW MOUNTAIN!!! All of the kids in the neighborhood came to our hill and took advantage of the slippery slopes. They brough cooler tops, pool floats, and some even had real sleds - but all of them had REAL FUN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daddy and Olivia took a ride down the road and had a blast. And yes, that harmless wet spot at the top of the hill is the ever so infamous black ice. Mommy knows first hand...she slipped and slid half way down on her bottom. No sled required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxDgYOzhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/G6GeA7Z9c_A/s1600-h/_DSC0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424428581236166162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxDgYOzhI/AAAAAAAAAqg/G6GeA7Z9c_A/s400/_DSC0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Winter Wonders loved getting out and playing in the white mess. But they didn't dare leave the house without their sunglasses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Poor Zachary has been sick all week. Despite waking up fever-free this morning, he wasn't up for much playtime. After about 15 minutes, he was ready to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;After soaking through 4 pairs of gloves, Olivia finally gave in to her freezing hands and decided to call it a day herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Only 4 neighbors had to sacrifice mailboxes to provide all of the neighborhood kids with a few hours of snowy fun! Thanks Mailboxless Neighbors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5591793231209888876-25233583595700985?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/25233583595700985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=25233583595700985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/25233583595700985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/25233583595700985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2010/01/choir-of-snow-angels.html' title='A Choir of Snow Angels'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/S0dxC4NG1yI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hCBOQCUb3v8/s72-c/_DSC0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-65484176320322676</id><published>2009-08-27T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:07:19.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Attention All Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Read Carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your Kids May Be in Danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374777356106889314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SpcLh1GQeGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IPq821BmPfg/s400/Gruffalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's been reported that there is a Gruffalo on the loose. He's about 6 feet tall and meets the following description. He has:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Terrible Tusks and Terrible Claws and Terrible Teeth in his Terrible Jaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He has Knobbly Knees and Turned out Toes and a Poisonous Wart on the End of his Nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;His Eyes are Orange and his Tounge is Black &amp;amp; he has Sharp Purple Prickels that Cover his Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He's been known to feast on Roasted Fox, Owl Ice-cream, and Scrambled Snake, so be sure that you're Foxes are brought indoors, your Owls are secure in their cages, and be sure you're snakes don't sliver too far away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;After sighting a Gruffalo on our back deck (and he must be a good climber because there are no stairs from the ground to our deck!!) we posted a sign on the Front Yard that says "No Gruffalos". It appears that the sign doesn't work because the Gruffalo is still trying to get in; however I've been informed that he has yet to enter our actual home because he refuzes to take his shoes off! (At least he has manners.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We know for a fact that his only fear is a small field mouse that eats Gruffalo Crumble for breakfast (and nuts as his snack). We're desperately trying to reach this field mouse for his assistance. We're willing to offer free room and board, as long as he agrees to live in a secured cage (yes, Mommy is afraid of rodants - even if they do keep Gruffalos away). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Please be on the lookout for the Gruffalo in your area. It's also speculated that he may be accompanied by a witch, yes a real one, not just a kid in a costume, but that lead has yet to be verified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Any leads on the Field Mouse's where-abouts should be sent to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Olivia Preston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1234 Butterfly Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Upstairs House, First Room on Right, 67890&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-65484176320322676?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/65484176320322676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=65484176320322676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/65484176320322676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/65484176320322676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/08/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SpcLh1GQeGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IPq821BmPfg/s72-c/Gruffalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-8470835401825242969</id><published>2009-07-18T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:52:07.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fishie in the Sea....or the Pool</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you cross a dare devil with a copy cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old who learns to swim and sends her mom into cardiac arrest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia took 2 weeks of swimming lessons earlier this summer and did great. She was the youngest one in her class and was by far the bravest of them all. The teachers just laughed at her b/c she'd hang on to the side and push herself under and stay there - for a REALLY long time. After I fought the urge to run over and jerk her up, she'd emerge saying, "Mommy I touched the floor!!" Good for you kid! Now swim down and get Mommy's heart and pick it up off the bottom of the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of lessons, she got in over her head and got choked and has been really timid ever since. We'd go to the neighborhood pool and she'd stay in the baby pool the whole time, refusing to jump in, put her face in, or float on her back. Well, I agreed to take her to the pool on Wednesday on one condition....NO BABY POOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her biggest Big Girl voice, she looked at me and said, "Mommy, I don't want to go in that Baby Pool. I'm going to jump in, put my face in the water and float on my back like a big girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, she was swimming across the whole pool before we left. Here's a little clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="350" height="328" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=9281f50ffcdb6fe88aed89&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=9281f50ffcdb6fe88aed89&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/9281f50ffcdb6fe88aed89/0.gif" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this clip, she swam the entire width of the pool, she swam under my legs to the stairs, and then she showed me how she could jump off the edge backwards!  I wasn't expecting the latter, thus the reason for my cardiac arrest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are making splashes this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-8470835401825242969?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/8470835401825242969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=8470835401825242969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/8470835401825242969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/8470835401825242969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-fishie-in-seaor-pool.html' title='Little Fishie in the Sea....or the Pool'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-7891147082757477133</id><published>2009-02-22T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:22:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach's new Robot Leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary is the coolest boy in town now with his new blue robot leg!!! He got it Tuesday night, and all the other kids are so jealous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SaIQLuRt5-I/AAAAAAAAApo/B35VNWJjyoA/s1600-h/DSCN1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305821104582813666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SaIQLuRt5-I/AAAAAAAAApo/B35VNWJjyoA/s400/DSCN1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right, we've had our first broken bone, and Zachary's handling it like a trooper. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; ways got him a broken tibia (the large bone in the lower leg). We actually thought that he had bumped his head after falling off the bottom step of the sitter's car, so when we headed to the ER we were expecting much worse. Three x-rays and a CAT scan later, the doc gave him this super cool robot leg which he'll be wearing for the next 4-6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305821105629763090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SaIQLyLVFhI/AAAAAAAAApw/z0fONAkWGyc/s400/DSCN1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He's been such a sport about it all. He's clung to his cars and will not go anywhere without them. And since he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt; in the mobility department, he's been watching CARS the movie about 3 times a day (on and off). He's already figured out that he can still zoom his cars around the floor just like he did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to the Orthopedist on Tuesday. Luckily we get to see the same great Doc that treated Morgan's broken arm who Mel Mel and Morgan highly recommend...what's the odds that we'd get the same doc.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;FIRST HAIRCUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305821602716385730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SaIQot-BAcI/AAAAAAAAAp4/3p1qesi604M/s400/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Mommy's baby doesn't look like a baby at all anymore. Just a couple of weeks ago, Zachary got his first haircut. You can see the curls somewhat in this pic, but check out the previous post for the full affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305821606738751842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SaIQo89BcWI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AObXse4RC2U/s400/DSCN0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And now look at him. Such a big boy!!! Mommy and Daddy were both fighting back the tears when Ms. Debbie chopped off those beautiful curls!!! Oh, it still saddens me. But people were mistaking him for a girl.... Is that funny or what - Olivia was always mistaken for a boy and Zach is mistaken for a girl....don't these people look at the kid's clothes before they ask????&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we have a new baby nephew.  We just welcomed LP to the family. We'll post those pics soon. Mom and Dad are doing well and are basking in the joy of parenthood....between feedings of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-7891147082757477133?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/7891147082757477133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=7891147082757477133' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7891147082757477133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7891147082757477133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/02/zachs-new-robot-leg.html' title='Zach&apos;s new Robot Leg'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SaIQLuRt5-I/AAAAAAAAApo/B35VNWJjyoA/s72-c/DSCN1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-8724686832700545484</id><published>2009-01-24T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:59:42.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UMMMMM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coookie&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvWnyEa_6I/AAAAAAAAApY/1X0CKJxkEkc/s1600-h/DSCN0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295061765847711650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvWnyEa_6I/AAAAAAAAApY/1X0CKJxkEkc/s400/DSCN0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a yucky face!!! My little man found a treat that he loves over the holidays. Gingerbread Men!! Uncle Stewart sent two containers of home made cookies, and Zach's favorite were the gingerbread men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Olivia made her very own Gingerbread Man at school. It was a present for Mommy and Daddy! Well, one night after Christmas, this delicious little Gingerbread Man was too enticing to resist and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295061771727019906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvWoH-KH4I/AAAAAAAAApg/0tOK84FLipw/s400/DSCN0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvWnvaBK2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/KSHvIAsl8RM/s1600-h/DSCN0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Zach ate the foot off of Olivia's Gingerbread Man ornament. After taking a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' bite, he came running over to me wiping his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; with his hands. I wasn't sure if it just tasted bad or if it was burning his mouth. So, I did what any concerned mother would do - I called Poison Control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the lady asked me why I was calling, I couldn't help but giggle when I told her that my 18 month old ate the leg off of a Gingerbread Man ornament. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt;, she giggled too. After going over a list of possible things that the ornament could have been made of, we concluded that if it was made in a 2-year old preschool class, it couldn't contain anything harmful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did decided to call Olivia's teacher just to be on the safe side, and we were right. The ornament was made of only the finest ingredients: Applesauce, Cinnamon, and GLUE. Perfectly harmless, but not exactly tasty - especially compared to Uncle Stewart's cookies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the Story - Don't put ornaments that look like yummy cookies within the reach of a hungry 18 month old!!&lt;br /&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/5591793231209888876-8724686832700545484?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/8724686832700545484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=8724686832700545484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/8724686832700545484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/8724686832700545484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/01/ummmmm-coookie-what-yucky-face-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvWnyEa_6I/AAAAAAAAApY/1X0CKJxkEkc/s72-c/DSCN0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5658208905942835733</id><published>2009-01-24T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:59:21.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; My &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love my little brother so much. I can always make him laugh, and he loves to play with me. I teach him how to build cool stuff with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; and how to have a tea party (but he has to use the blue plates, and I use the pink.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My baby brother is one of my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQEFbnH9I/AAAAAAAAApI/PSWCAs8pBNc/s1600-h/DSCN0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295054555500191698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQEFbnH9I/AAAAAAAAApI/PSWCAs8pBNc/s400/DSCN0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQDzbtpmI/AAAAAAAAApA/Wz0ZafMsHmk/s1600-h/DSCN0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295054550668781154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQDzbtpmI/AAAAAAAAApA/Wz0ZafMsHmk/s400/DSCN0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQDtg4rUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FHoBSERTBA8/s1600-h/DSCN0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295054549079862594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQDtg4rUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FHoBSERTBA8/s400/DSCN0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The two kiddos really are best friends. I'm so glad that we had them close together. Watching them play together is so much fun. Olivia is the best big sister. She ALWAYS watches out for her brother. She always puts her little hand on his back and gently leads him where ever she wants him to go. And he is crazy about his sister. He loves playing in her room and joining in to her make believe games. I hope that they will always be close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I also have a story that goes along with these pics that I have to share. Zachary is sick in these photos. Aside from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rosey&lt;/span&gt; cheeks, he went to the doctor earlier this morning and was diagnosed with an ear infection. Luckily Daddy was home today, and he was able to get the kids ready for the appointment and I met them at the pediatrician's office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I got out of the car to greet my prince and princess, only to find both of them dressed like homeless children. Zachary was wearing exactly what he has on in these photos and Olivia was wearing blue pants, a red velvet shirt, and purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;!!! As soon as I saw them, I flipped out. What was my husband thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I hate to admit this, but I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; by what they were wearing, I simply couldn't go in to the appointment with them. Yes - that's right. I abandoned my sick child to save myself from the embarrassment of taking them into the doctor's office looking like that. So, Olivia and I went to Target to buy new outfits while Daddy took his orphan-dressed child into the appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes, Josh is color blind. I do have to help him with his work clothes almost every day. There have been times that he's come home wearing gray pants and a brown shirt. So, he really means well when he tried to dress them, but it was still a disaster. Now, I lay out their clothes BEFORE I leave for work!!!!&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/5591793231209888876-5658208905942835733?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5658208905942835733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5658208905942835733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5658208905942835733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5658208905942835733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-bubba-i-love-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvQEFbnH9I/AAAAAAAAApI/PSWCAs8pBNc/s72-c/DSCN0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-6410779018353579520</id><published>2009-01-24T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:27:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Crocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cookie&lt;/span&gt; Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squeeze It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295047909534925874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKBPSBBDI/AAAAAAAAAoY/buM89Eyx70w/s320/DSCN0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spread It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295048694535226290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKu7orA7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/sxbLkBLo3tE/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taste It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKA1hTRqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/sMq9Xtd_qK4/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295047902619715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKA1hTRqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/sMq9Xtd_qK4/s320/DSCN0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sprinkle It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKASS7lJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/z9sb7v72glc/s1600-h/DSCN0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295047893164201106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKASS7lJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/z9sb7v72glc/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flaunt It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKAT_BMeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mNm_4aj8Uy4/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295047893617553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKAT_BMeI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mNm_4aj8Uy4/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5591793231209888876-6410779018353579520?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/6410779018353579520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=6410779018353579520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6410779018353579520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6410779018353579520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/01/betty-crocker.html' title='Betty Crocker'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SXvKBPSBBDI/AAAAAAAAAoY/buM89Eyx70w/s72-c/DSCN0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-2233231144460031077</id><published>2009-01-03T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:53:26.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia started this new year off right with a Slumber Party with her Godsister, Kristina.  When we called Kristina's mom to ask if she could sleep over, we weren't shocked that Kristina had already packed her bag and was anticipating our invitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having Pizza, the girls headed for the table to make friendship bracelets....and necklaces...and earrings!  This bead set was a steal at Target, and the girls LOVED it.  Kristina, having the big heart that she does, not only helped Olivia along but also made bracelets for her sister and her sister's best friend.  She's always thinking of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260527926282770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAfb-H9ihI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mrIdNpAo2wE/s320/Christmas+Photos+267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Olivia hard at work on her bracelet.  You can see she's already wearing her first masterpiece.  I remember this time last year giving Olivia beads to make a necklace and she didn't have the coordination to thread the beads.  But as you can see, now she's a pro.  Maybe she'll grow up to design jewelry for Tiffany's!!!  (Remember sweethear, Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260536724312786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAfce5k0tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2xsEzBjqRWc/s320/Christmas+Photos+275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina models her beautiful necklace as well.  She did an amazing job.  I was actually shocked at her craftsmanship.  But then again, this kid has always been very crafty!  Notice that the girls are wearing their Robes.  Hannah Tanna for Olivia and Camp Rock for Kristina.  They are too cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAfc9U-cTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JIrl5B94FYg/s1600-h/Christmas+Photos+276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260544892301618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAfc9U-cTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JIrl5B94FYg/s320/Christmas+Photos+276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what slumber party would be complete without pedicures.  The girls got new pedis complete with flower stickers on the big toes and a glittery top-coat.  (Kristina has her Mama's feet, Olivia has her Daddy's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260548517990242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAfdK1aD2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/djCBrcmSx4M/s320/Christmas+Photos+294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night wound down, the girls decided to read.  Snuggled on their sleeping bags, Kristina read Olivia The Lorax.  I was shocked that Kristina could pronounce some of those words.  They often stump me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260583450728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAffM-BWNI/AAAAAAAAAlc/w20md3JR5kQ/s320/Christmas+Photos+305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And like all girls, they pretend to be asleep when Mommy comes in to check on them.  Olivia's hidden smile gives it all away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287261277918952722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAgHoEJfRI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-1iGLtmzefY/s320/Christmas+Photos+308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These godsisters had a great time at their first sleepover in 2009.  From our family to yours, we hope that your new year will be blessed beyond measure!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-2233231144460031077?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/2233231144460031077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=2233231144460031077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/2233231144460031077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/2233231144460031077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-slumber-party.html' title='New Year&apos;s Slumber Party'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SWAfb-H9ihI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mrIdNpAo2wE/s72-c/Christmas+Photos+267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5929755328773224350</id><published>2008-10-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:32:43.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Blogger Buddy Get Together</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I haven't had that many comments to a post since I got prego with Zachary!!!  I'm glad you all like the idea, but since there are several people who can't make it on Saturday, we've had a suggestion to do it early next year, say MLK weekend.  I'm not sure how many people travel during that weekend, but we'll try to set a date so that most people can attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that most of you were okay with the inflatable playground idea.  A few of us have been to one in Buford that was great.  How is that location for the group - I don't know where all of you live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone who's interested will email me, I'll send out an E-Vite and we can suggest/vote on dates that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email is &lt;a href="mailto:bethanyg@delaneyinc.com"&gt;bethanyg@delaneyinc.com&lt;/a&gt; (gosh I hope it's okay that I just put that out there....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Ladies.  I'm so excited that we're doing this.  There are so many of you that I'd love to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-5929755328773224350?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5929755328773224350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5929755328773224350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5929755328773224350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5929755328773224350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/10/2009-blogger-buddy-get-together.html' title='2009 Blogger Buddy Get Together'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5280702242360604987</id><published>2008-10-24T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:01:01.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Buddy Get Together</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, there's lots to update, but I have to get this out before time passes us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever visit blogs and develop friendships, only to realize that you've never met half the people you're "friends" with?  We talk to each other, encourage each other, pray for each other, and laugh with each other - but some of us have never met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how Royal Family knows Evan's Life?  Ever wonder how Mel's Haven and the Bresnan Family Blog came to know each other?  Well, the answer is - we all knew someone who knew someone and we started peeking in on each other's lives....now it's time to meet our virtual friends face to face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us have been talking about a Blogger Buddy Get together.  A date that we've picked is November 1st.  I know it's a week from this Saturday, but it's a few weeks before the holidays begin and we'll all be tied up with Turkey and Stockings....so, let's see how many of us can get together next Saturday for the First Ever Blogger Buddy reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, leave a comment on my blog.  We've had one person volunteer their house, and one person suggest all of us pitching in to rent a party room at an Inflatables Playground.    Both are great options, so share your thoughts and let us know if you're up for meeting on Saturday.  Kids welcome!  I'd bring both of mine!!!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the blog on to everyone on your list....as I know my audience is dwindling because of the long absences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-5280702242360604987?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5280702242360604987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5280702242360604987' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5280702242360604987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5280702242360604987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogger-buddy-get-together.html' title='Blogger Buddy Get Together'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-7600876788592824536</id><published>2008-09-01T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:13:46.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slashin' Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Splashin&lt;/span&gt;' Good Time at the new Aquatic Center in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt;. We packed the kids up Sunday night for a trip to the neighborhood pool. Sunscreen on, kids in the car, we're on our way....only to find our pool closed due to contamination. Well, what do you do with 3 kids screaming "Pool, pool, pool!!"???? You find an alternative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie remembered a new Aquatic Center that opened this past weekend. Only 18 minutes away, $4 admission for me and Josh, and we had ourselves a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;splashin&lt;/span&gt;' good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241579823915559298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SL3VFCpXaYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/59TBJpzKPAc/s320/Waterpark+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy with the kiddos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLweRM95sbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N2RfZK9Q7Uw/s1600-h/Water+Park+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241097347239883186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLweRM95sbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N2RfZK9Q7Uw/s320/Water+Park+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach actually liked the water falling on him until the very last time  That time he got some water in his nose and was DONE, but up until then, he like it....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLweRQz0mVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/u2UE63dZNis/s1600-h/Water+Park+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241097348271348050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLweRQz0mVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/u2UE63dZNis/s320/Water+Park+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the main attraction for us.  This part of the pool was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waist&lt;/span&gt; deep for Olivia, so she could do whatever she wanted without her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;floaties&lt;/span&gt;.  Here's Morgan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tyring&lt;/span&gt; to get out of the way, and if you look closely, that's Olivia entering the water - Spread Eagle!!!  I was shocked, but she LOVED it.  Sometimes she would land on her feet, sometimes on her rear, but she never got scared and kept going back for more.  I think we'll be doing swimming lessons here this spring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241097745844867410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLweoZ4vEVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-QaAmvro6X4/s320/Water+Park+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was another pool that had this river with a current.  We popped the kids in life vests and let them go with the flow....pun intended.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLwdq-URPQI/AAAAAAAAAck/sn1AlTGjR-w/s1600-h/Water+Park+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241096690472140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SLwdq-URPQI/AAAAAAAAAck/sn1AlTGjR-w/s320/Water+Park+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's my Little Man.  He loved it just as much as the girls.  The fountain was the favorite for him.  He literally attacked the water...the cutest thing I've ever seen.  He and Daddy even went down the water slide!!!  Such a big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I highly recommend this place if any of you live in the area.  It's called the Frances Meadows Aquatic Center and it's open year round (outside stuff only for 2 more weeks).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a fantastic Labor Day.  Tomorrow is Olivia's first day of school...so we'll be posting more tomorrow!  Wish us luck!!!!&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/5591793231209888876-7600876788592824536?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/7600876788592824536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=7600876788592824536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7600876788592824536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7600876788592824536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/09/slashin-good-time.html' title='Slashin&apos; Good Time'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SL3VFCpXaYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/59TBJpzKPAc/s72-c/Waterpark+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-2108796232155395373</id><published>2008-08-19T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:59:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mel Mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday to my favorite cousin and my oldest friend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SKt3goLp_oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kWJzipLG7d0/s1600-h/2005-05-28_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SKt3goLp_oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kWJzipLG7d0/s320/2005-05-28_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236410394174160514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ladies, today is Melanie's birthday.  I won't say how young she is b/c my birthday is soon approaching and I wouldn't want her to return the favor, but today is her special day!!!  Melanie is my absolute oldest friend....probably because she's my cousin and I've known her since....well since I was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my fondest childhood memories involve Mel Mel.  When I went to her house as a kid, we'd always pretend like we were long lost sisters that just stumbled upon one another and then became the best of friends.  And she had the first huge slumber party that I ever attended, where we played "Girl Talk" all night long....yeah, you gals remember what I'm talking about, right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie was there for me on that dreaded "First Day of High School" where she sought me out at lunch time to make sure that I didn't have to eat alone.  She drug me along with her older friends... and we both had our first and only experience with the "Athens night life" together...though she was of age, I was not and we both tasted beer for the first time and agreed - it SUCKS!!!!!  We'll stick to Mountain Dew!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie has been present for all of my major life events.  My wedding day, the birth of my children, and she was right beside me day that I accepted Jesus Christ into my life!  How can you go through so much with someone and really find the words to express how much they mean to you????  I dont' think you can, so I'll just have to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I love you, Melanie Kate Gravitt.  God definitely must have "spent a little more time on you"!  You're one of my best friends, and I love you so much.  I hope that you have a wonderful birthday (even though it's almost over), and I can't wait for us to have a Mommy n' Me Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Celebration!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Girl!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-2108796232155395373?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/2108796232155395373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=2108796232155395373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/2108796232155395373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/2108796232155395373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-mel-mel.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mel Mel'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SKt3goLp_oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kWJzipLG7d0/s72-c/2005-05-28_02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-7109981079211520398</id><published>2008-08-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:16:31.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...to bring you a break from our long vacation post..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, it took me so long to do the first few days...I just stopped. I will finish...for the sake of my online memory log, but I wanted to post some pics I've taken recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I took the kiddos to the mall for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt; stroll.  The kids did so great.  The boys were in the stroller and the girls held hands and we window shopped at the hippest stores...Claire's, American Girl, Disney Store, and of course we played on the indoor play ground.  Afterwards, we hit the food court for a quick snack...French Fries!!!!  North Point Mall has these cool new tables for the kiddos.  Aren't they so cute!!!!!  (Who says 4 kids are too much to handle???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YsrylcaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/17XEryFMenU/s1600-h/DSCN1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069185464365474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YsrylcaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/17XEryFMenU/s320/DSCN1796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we returned from Vacation, we didn't really do anything exciting for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  But we did go shopping to hit some sales with Daddy.  And of course, the kids had to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt;.  (And no, we're not mall rats...it's just one of the only places I actually think to take out my camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YsxkwOFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GRPPuS3PDRA/s1600-h/DSCN1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069187016964178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YsxkwOFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GRPPuS3PDRA/s320/DSCN1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Jennica and I had dinner with one of our dearest friends.  MANDY!!!  We hadn't seen her in a year, (since Zachary was born, who was actually born on Mandy's birthday!!), so it was nice to see her and catch up.  The three of us can always pick up right where we left off...even if it's been months since we talked.  It's so amazing how true friendship can withstand time!  I love you, Mandy, and we can't wait to see you soon.  Good luck this week at your new school.  We're thinking about you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YtC-LkMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-Y92JB1VMEU/s1600-h/DSCN1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069191687016642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YtC-LkMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-Y92JB1VMEU/s320/DSCN1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we had a great day at church.   Ms. April, our Children's Director, threw a Birthday Party for all of the children in the Children's Ministry.  Complete with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, face painting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt;, a bounce house, and tons of fun music.  I had my class (2 1/2  through 3) and they all loved it.  Olivia was moving and grooving to the Camp Rock songs!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are Olivia and Zachary enjoying apples on the front porch.  They are such sweethearts, and really have started playing so well...but we do have our share of fights.  Today, Zachary kept hitting Olivia, and he had to have his first time out(s).  Olivia must have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amused&lt;/span&gt; that her little brother was finally experiencing this Toddler Torture, so she kept tattle-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tailing&lt;/span&gt; all afternoon.  Finally, in my most loving (read: frustrated) mommy voice, I told her that I didn't want to hear any more tattle-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tailing&lt;/span&gt;.  She proceeded to march right over to her brother and say, "See Zachary, no more tattle-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tailing&lt;/span&gt; or Mommy's going to put you back in time out!!!"   I guess I'll have to sit her down and explain what tattle-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tailing&lt;/span&gt; is.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YtnuAMuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6CS3AkGe-6s/s1600-h/DSCN1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069201551274722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YtnuAMuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6CS3AkGe-6s/s320/DSCN1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my baby...who's not a baby any more.  He's just growing up so fast.  He's saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MaMa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DaDa&lt;/span&gt;, No, Night Night, That, More, and Bye-Bye.  Night-Night is my absolute favorite thing to hear him say.  He's just so precious when he's getting ready for bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-Yt3Lk_AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tQetSM1ZsNE/s1600-h/DSCN1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069205701852162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-Yt3Lk_AI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tQetSM1ZsNE/s320/DSCN1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was out of town this whole weekend, so my good friend, Amy, came to keep us company yesterday.  She and I had a great time catching up and playing with the kids.  Olivia just loved Amy.  She woke up yesterday and said, "When is Amy coming to play at my house???"  Then last night, she said God Bless Amy before she even blessed me!!!  And....she wanted Amy to help her get her Smiley Faces last night....I told Amy, that somehow she had really won Olivia over, because NO ONE does Smiley Faces for Olivia other than Mommy!!!  We love you, Amy, and had a GREAT time  yesterday.  Can't wait to get together again!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, my neice and nephey start Kindergarden tommorrow!!  Oh, I can't believe they are already going to school.  It seems like just yesterday that we welcomed them into the world.  And, their little bro is starting Pre-K....so it'll be a busy morning in the Gravitt household tomorrow.  Good Luck, Hailee and Dakota!!!  We know you'll love "Big School" and can't wait to hear all about it!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To everyone out there tuning in to our blog, we pray God's Blessings on each of you!!!!  Have a great week!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-7109981079211520398?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/7109981079211520398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=7109981079211520398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7109981079211520398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7109981079211520398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-interrupt-this-regularly-scheduled.html' title='We Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled Blog...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SJ-YsrylcaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/17XEryFMenU/s72-c/DSCN1796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-7243526706458411785</id><published>2008-07-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:31:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy N' Me: Day 3, Let the Sun Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Let the Sun Shine....and shine...and shine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 and we're up early and ready for a boat ride. We decide to take a boat over to Shell Island. For those of you who don't know, Shell Island is just off shore of PC Beach, and it's nothing but beach. No restrooms, no trash cans, no anything other than beach! We were looking forward to a day of SUNSHINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFN5WP8tI/AAAAAAAAAag/gRne2rlfTjM/s1600-h/2008-07-01_09.29.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307203947197138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFN5WP8tI/AAAAAAAAAag/gRne2rlfTjM/s320/2008-07-01_09.29.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ariel, oh, I mean Olivia, was ready for the beach in her mermaid best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFOaf5qZI/AAAAAAAAAao/CQfkmUpEV_4/s1600-h/2008-07-01_10.10.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307212846049682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFOaf5qZI/AAAAAAAAAao/CQfkmUpEV_4/s320/2008-07-01_10.10.02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the boat, I snapped this picture just before Olivia's hat was blown off by the wind. She and I dove at the same time -she over the edge of the boat to rescue her hat, me over the beach bag to rescue her! It was a close call, but we were able to save both her and her hat....whew! Zachary loved the boat ride too. We got to see several dolphins on our way too! And of course, we constantly kept our eye out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFOpb7ZRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bkZA9XJ7Pn0/s1600-h/2008-07-01_10.45.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307216855917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFOpb7ZRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bkZA9XJ7Pn0/s320/2008-07-01_10.45.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shell Island did not disappoint. It was beautiful. If I hadn't had the kids, I could have stayed there all day. The boys headed straight for their sand toys. Zach loved the sand. It was one of his favorite things about the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFPLp_T5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/7hzuI8YzNwo/s1600-h/2008-07-01_10.47.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307226041700242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFPLp_T5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/7hzuI8YzNwo/s320/2008-07-01_10.47.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HMMMM&lt;/span&gt;, what do you suppose I could do with these two things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDd0WM-II/AAAAAAAAAaA/h4-4EQhwsa4/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.15.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305278459476098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDd0WM-II/AAAAAAAAAaA/h4-4EQhwsa4/s320/2008-07-01_11.15.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach may have not known what to do with them, but Olivia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aunti&lt;/span&gt; Lynn Lynn sure did. First we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; Olivia, but she flipped out,. and since she was actually enjoying the beach this time, I didn't press my luck on having her stay still long enough to get out the camera. But DJ was very cooperative and let us grab this shot before he turned into the HULK and broke free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDeO2vsqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/TEBKChAcIzo/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.50.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305285575291554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDeO2vsqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/TEBKChAcIzo/s320/2008-07-01_11.50.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One pic of the three of us on the beach. Do you know how hard it is taking 4 kids to the beach and trying to get pictures!!! I don't think we ever got any where everyone was looking!! But it was all worth it. Sitting on the beach with both of my kids was the greatest feeling I've had in a while. It's what being a mom is all about!!! Creating memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDecd-n_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QhlKN7mBkWc/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.18.32_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305289229508594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDecd-n_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QhlKN7mBkWc/s320/2008-07-01_11.18.32_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;!!! These two are too cute! They were playing in the "Baby Water"....that's the water that doesn't cover their feet!!! One of the only ways we could convince Olivia that it would be okay to actually be in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDe1x-AKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yhYqNqhV9yU/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.20.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305296024240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDe1x-AKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yhYqNqhV9yU/s320/2008-07-01_11.20.16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she did come around and start enjoying herself, and my fear of being the only sun-lover in the family started to subside. But meanwhile back at camp.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDdZxApoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WIm4JtQiMR4/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.22.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305271324157570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQDdZxApoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/WIm4JtQiMR4/s320/2008-07-01_11.22.17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary was all tuckered out!!! I rigged up two chairs and a towel to create some shade for him. He slept for about an hour while the other two kids played! Boy, it's hard being a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBPNhF7wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xDcUcst_Hi8/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.54.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225302828494745346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBPNhF7wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/xDcUcst_Hi8/s320/2008-07-01_11.54.05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even harder to wake up on the BEACH!!! What the heck, Mommy. Where's my blanket? Where's my crib....where am I at??? Let's just say that Little Zachary didn't wake up in the best of moods, but he did eventually come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBPZ9X7xI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Y3tFXKXxXtk/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.52.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225302831834590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBPZ9X7xI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Y3tFXKXxXtk/s320/2008-07-01_11.52.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still in the water!!! What a little model!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBP7X7JnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8P-oLUrhLzI/s1600-h/2008-07-01_11.38.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225302840804320882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBP7X7JnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8P-oLUrhLzI/s320/2008-07-01_11.38.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's going to work? Team Work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back on the next boat back to our resort and let four very tired gets get some rest. We were very fortunate that all of them stayed somewhat on schedule while we were away, and they all had naps every day!!! After nap time we decided to head out for an afternoon of fun, only to find......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBOiRkmkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/X5u_cS5Ms0I/s1600-h/2008-07-01_17.50.23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225302816886921794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBOiRkmkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/X5u_cS5Ms0I/s320/2008-07-01_17.50.23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Those are my kids in the car and a huge crack in my windshield. WHAT!!! We had been inside for a few hours and come out to find this. I was convinced that some kids had thrown something off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt; or had smashed the window with something....I was livid!!! But one hour and one cocky cop later, it was determined that golf-ball-gone-wild had smashed my window.....I officially hate golfers....especially bad ones!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_UOENVwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/DF2NAEBjLec/s1600-h/2008-07-01_21.24.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300715518121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_UOENVwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/DF2NAEBjLec/s320/2008-07-01_21.24.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the night went on and after having dinner out, we went to a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; park. The kids were tired so we didn't do much - just enough to tire them out! Here's the Haskell family waiting to buy tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_UW30-7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/iAo4kybJ5oY/s1600-h/2008-07-01_21.25.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300717882112946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_UW30-7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/iAo4kybJ5oY/s320/2008-07-01_21.25.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mommy with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;!!! Oh, isn't she the cutest thing I've ever seen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_U_LdVRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WpQHzZBU1fs/s1600-h/2008-07-01_22.01.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300728701867282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_U_LdVRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WpQHzZBU1fs/s320/2008-07-01_22.01.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And let us not forget about Master Zachary!!! He was such a doll in his little outfit that night. I can't believe I didn't get a picture of him alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_VWePV1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/f8Ll2EjqQ8Y/s1600-h/2008-07-01_22.15.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300734954657618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_VWePV1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/f8Ll2EjqQ8Y/s320/2008-07-01_22.15.33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber was zooming around on the big race cars. Olivia and I had hoped to give her a run for her money, but my pip-squeak was about a half an inch too short to be a passenger! Too bad....but we'll get you next year, Amber!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBOEOzRMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8koluZzCzaw/s1600-h/2008-07-01_21.49.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225302808822236354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQBOEOzRMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8koluZzCzaw/s320/2008-07-01_21.49.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The airplanes were the first ride for the little ones. At the last minute, DJ got upset, so he decided to cheer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Livi&lt;/span&gt; on while she zoomed around the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_V2N4pYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/BT3buwMwa38/s1600-h/2008-07-01_21.48.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225300743475996034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP_V2N4pYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/BT3buwMwa38/s320/2008-07-01_21.48.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell that her Grandfather and Great-grandfather were pilots!!! She's a born natural!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ended up being a LATE night for us. When we got home, half of the resort was without power. We're still not sure what happened...some golfer with a bad swing probably busted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;transfuser&lt;/span&gt; or something. Our unit wasn't affected - thank God, so we headed straight to bed awaiting what Day 4 would bring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-7243526706458411785?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/7243526706458411785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=7243526706458411785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7243526706458411785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7243526706458411785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-n-me-day-3-let-sun-shine.html' title='Mommy N&apos; Me: Day 3, Let the Sun Shine'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIQFN5WP8tI/AAAAAAAAAag/gRne2rlfTjM/s72-c/2008-07-01_09.29.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-4542767742367453423</id><published>2008-07-20T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:12:43.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy n' Me Beach Trip: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Day #2: From Gray Clouds to Sunny Skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Day #2 brought gray clouds early in the morning. Just as we reached the pool with all of our kids and gear in tow, the storm of the season ensued. We grabbed all of our stuff and our 4 very upset kids and ran for cover. We overheard another guest mention the Indoor Pool...so we were off!!! Soothing the kids and promising pool time, we walked to the next building where we found one VERY crowded indoor swimming pool. We didn't get any shots of the pool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;partly&lt;/span&gt; because it was too crowded, but mainly because our kids hit the jacuzzi and didn't want to get out. Yes, Jenn and I checked the water first and it was like really warm bath water, so we let the kids have fun! The loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2FHvU-XI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zJHIKDX9LtY/s1600-h/2008-06-30_16.42.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225290560517241202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2FHvU-XI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zJHIKDX9LtY/s320/2008-06-30_16.42.27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Olivia - of course - was doing back flips on the handle bars. DJ is - of course - all smiles. Amber was being a great sport about helping with the kids, and Zach...well I think Jennica was holding him. They played in the jacuzzi for ever....until Mommy ready the Warning Sign: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ffcc66;" &gt;Warning: No kids under 12 allowed. Use caution. Enjoy in 10 minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;increments&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yeah....should have ready that before we got in. Oh, well. They seemed fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2FSlSyXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NfcytDXO-3o/s1600-h/2008-06-30_16.43.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225290563427944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2FSlSyXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NfcytDXO-3o/s320/2008-06-30_16.43.10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can't you tell from this darling face that no harm was done in the warm jacuzzi water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2F0U2udI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iihUw8PHRIU/s1600-h/2008-06-30_16.59.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225290572485802450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2F0U2udI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iihUw8PHRIU/s320/2008-06-30_16.59.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Within an hour, the sun was back out and the outdoor pools were calling our names....wait...it was more like our 4 kids were screaming, "Outside Pools, Outside Pools!!!!" DJ loved the swim ring. He was moving around like crazy in the water!!! He is all boy - completely fearless&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2GSmobzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LWmBMQ6Cg8g/s1600-h/2008-06-30_17.00.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225290580613426994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2GSmobzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LWmBMQ6Cg8g/s320/2008-06-30_17.00.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Olivia, donned in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swimmies&lt;/span&gt; and her swim ring, was right in her element. No waves, no sand, and lots of water!!!! She is a pool girl!!! She kept saying, Don't touch me, Mommy." She wanted to swim with Amber like a "Big Girl"!!! Oh, they grow up so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2GtW3BEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/SVgVJzyiDx4/s1600-h/2008-06-30_17.12.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225290587795031106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2GtW3BEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/SVgVJzyiDx4/s320/2008-06-30_17.12.15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And Little Man was off looking for sticks. Yes, my boy loves to play in the dirt. He collected rocks and bark and held on to them all afternoon. In fact, he had this one rock that was his treasure. He held it so tightly that I couldn't pry it from his hand! More on the Rock to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP37c1UqZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A7op8ZFlQtQ/s1600-h/2008-06-30_17.11.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225292593404094866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP37c1UqZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A7op8ZFlQtQ/s320/2008-06-30_17.11.48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After a ton of playing, the kiddos decide that it's time to take a break. How cute are they!!! Oh, I swear I could just eat them up!!! They really are "Best Friends" as Olivia would say! More like brother and sister!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After a brief rest, we decided to walk out on the pier and visit the bay. It was a great walk. The beach out there had lots of little Jelly Fish, so we didn't stay out there too long. On our way back, holding on to all of the kids for dear life because there was nothing preventing them from running right off the pier into the bay, we kept seeing the "blobs" in the water. Well, Jennica thought that they were jelly fish, I thought that they were craters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They're Jelly Fish" she insists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"They're too big to be Jelly Fish" I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Throw something down there and see." she says...she thinks she's so smart...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So, I did what anyone would do to prove that I'm right. I pried that little rock right out of my son's hand and threw it as hard as I could into that "blob&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"See, I told you it was a crater!" (I love it when I'm right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Wahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!", said Zach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geeze&lt;/span&gt; son, it's just a rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP37jWfAlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZziStovgnUg/s1600-h/2008-06-30_17.57.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225292595153797714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP37jWfAlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZziStovgnUg/s320/2008-06-30_17.57.34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;On the walk back I tried to be all artistic but fell short. All I can say is it's hard to capture a shot when you're holding a 12 month old, a beach bag, and trying to make sure that you're 2 year old doesn't dive in head first while she's screaming, "I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt;....and Dori!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP38ZBhisI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vmm35RW6hjc/s1600-h/2008-06-30_18.25.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225292609561397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP38ZBhisI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Vmm35RW6hjc/s320/2008-06-30_18.25.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Finally, back to the condo for some lunch. While Jenn and I made sandwiches in record time, the kiddos dug into a bowl of grapes. Nothing more refreshing after a day in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-4542767742367453423?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/4542767742367453423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=4542767742367453423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4542767742367453423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4542767742367453423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-n-me-beach-trip-day-2.html' title='Mommy n&apos; Me Beach Trip: Day 2'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIP2FHvU-XI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zJHIKDX9LtY/s72-c/2008-06-30_16.42.27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5129614125762700208</id><published>2008-07-20T18:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:24:13.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy N' Me PC Beach Vacation - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yeah Baby!!!  First Annual Mommy n' Me Beach Vacation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, I'm hating that I haven't posted this sooner, but I'm ready to let loose the details on our WILD Mommy n' Me Vacation that happened just a few short weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;For those of you who don't know this about me, I'm a complete last minute planner.  Most of our vacations are usually totally last minute.  And the last minute ones are usually the funnest ones, too!!  Our first trip to Walt Disney world, planned on Wednesday left on Saturday.  Our St. Augustine Vacation, planned on Monday left on Saturday.  Our Cancun vacation, planned a week and a half in advance....you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;After just having a really rough week at work and at home, I called my dear hubby the last Wednesday of June and said, "Lets go to the beach."  He promptly said no....not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't, so I asked if I could take the kids.  He stalled for a moment, but then realizing that he'd have the whole house to himself for almost a week, he agreed that we could go if someone else went with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I knew another Mommy who might need the same kind of get-away.  So, on Wednesday, I booked a 5 day trip to Panama City Beach for Jennica, Myself, and our kids!!!  The following Sunday morning, the car and kids were packed and we were off to sunny Florida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The kids did great in the car.  DJ, Olivia, and Zachary sat in the middle row, and Amber had the whole back seat to herself.  (Kristina was in Orlando competing in her Nationals Gymnastics Competition.)  We only stopped once for about an hour and a half to let the kids play and to eat lunch, so we made great timing considering that we were traveling with little ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived late afternoon at the Condo, and it was really overcast so we didn't even hit the pool or the beach the first night.  We grabbed dinner and hit the grocery store to stock up on staples.  Then back to the condo to unpack and get ready for the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Unfortunately, Monday was VERY overcast too!  The wind was blowing and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;sky was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; dark...but did that stop us????  NO WAY.  Only lightening itself could keep us from those blue waters and white sandy beaches..... but we didn't realize how DARK it really was until we looked back at the pictures.  And now I present, Day #1:  Dreary Day at the Beach!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt9zyssEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zSqJYwpH350/s1600-h/2008-06-30_09.54.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt9zyssEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zSqJYwpH350/s320/2008-06-30_09.54.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225281638810562626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is Olivia and Amber and their first sight of the ocean.  This is the VERY FIRST time Olivia has EVER seen the ocean.  I'm not sure I captured the "Oh My Goodness, what is this??" face.  She was actually smiling, but it was hard to get too excited when the wind is blowing so hard that you're hanging on for dear life!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt9mWC1fI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qqTyWR8HITg/s1600-h/2008-06-30_09.54.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt9mWC1fI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qqTyWR8HITg/s320/2008-06-30_09.54.44.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225281635200718322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Poor DJ did let go, and he almost blew away!  Thank goodness Jennica had a good grip and did have her arms bogged down with the "load" of beach gear that we left in the van!!!  Hold On DJ!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt8vrfaAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Y9rru8GGP-c/s1600-h/2008-06-30_10.03.18_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt8vrfaAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Y9rru8GGP-c/s320/2008-06-30_10.03.18_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225281620526721026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;DJ was actually the first one to dive in head first!  He was running into the water and up and down the beach...poor Jennica had her work cut our for her keeping up with him!  I loved that he was just fearless!  He had a great time splashing in the water and playing in the sand.  He really didn't stop for one second the entire time we were there!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt86nQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Cr37FUw4SWk/s1600-h/2008-06-30_09.59.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt86nQ1HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Cr37FUw4SWk/s320/2008-06-30_09.59.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225281623461778546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Zachary was really cool about the whole thing - he's such a chilled out kid!  He explored the beach, put his toes in the water, splashed around a bit, and just....chilled!  It was hard because I couldn't really just let him do his thing because well.....Olivia completely flipped out once we got into the water. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPxq46lkeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QUVzWAkJdGg/s1600-h/2008-06-30_09.59.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPxq46lkeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QUVzWAkJdGg/s320/2008-06-30_09.59.05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225285711814824418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Olivia before we went down to the ocean.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPxrJarnmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/O61h4YZ5k8c/s1600-h/2008-06-30_10.20.06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPxrJarnmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/O61h4YZ5k8c/s320/2008-06-30_10.20.06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225285716244405858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;And here is Olivia after she went into the ocean.  Yeah, she's hiding.  I'm sitting right at the surf, Zach's beside us playing, and Olivia had a choke hold on me the entire time.  Jennica did stay with Zach while I took Olivia out to "look for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;", and she was okay as long as we were talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; and she had the death grip on my neck.  But if she wasn't holding on to me...she was crying!!!  How is it that  I LOVE the sun and the beach and my family does not.  My husband is afraid of the sun and now Olivia is terrified of the ocean....come on Preston Family...we can only have so much Mickey Mouse before we have to explore other vacation possibilities!!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPxrVU4ccI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qTnQK0eQcKw/s1600-h/2008-06-30_10.14.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPxrVU4ccI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qTnQK0eQcKw/s320/2008-06-30_10.14.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225285719441306050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;And while Olivia is cutting off the circulation to my brain....Amber and DJ are in the ocean have a darn good time!!!  Aren't they cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;After a long walk down the beach looking for sea shells, we decided to head home for a late lunch and naps.  That night we went to a place called Hammer Head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;Fred's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, which was recommended to us by a friend fr&lt;/span&gt;om work.  We loved it!!!  We were looking forward to some SUN the following day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-5129614125762700208?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5129614125762700208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5129614125762700208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5129614125762700208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5129614125762700208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-n-me-pc-beach-vacation-day-1.html' title='Mommy N&apos; Me PC Beach Vacation - Day 1'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SIPt9zyssEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zSqJYwpH350/s72-c/2008-06-30_09.54.21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-7865128824600930634</id><published>2008-07-09T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:06:10.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancin' Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f15c623082393ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f15c623082393ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330379425%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D784BA6858A8971001AE9322D9C033D414B1418.5B4FA3D439DF8DFD8575BE514B7B337E384E9B33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f15c623082393ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYRasenm8jxzqdlgo5FEB7Du1MBA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f15c623082393ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330379425%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D784BA6858A8971001AE9322D9C033D414B1418.5B4FA3D439DF8DFD8575BE514B7B337E384E9B33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f15c623082393ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYRasenm8jxzqdlgo5FEB7Du1MBA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I just joined the times and finally got an iPod. (Total thanks to Jennica for opening my eyes to this great little contraption and to Melanie for hooking me up in the music department!!!) Well, let me just say, that I love it!!! But not nearly as much as this little Dancin' Queen! She loves the newest hit by Sugarland "All I Want to Do" This is my first video upload, so pardon me if it doesn't work. I have lots to write about, so stay tuned for our exciting last minute Mommy-N-Me trip to Panama City Beach!! Love you girls!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-7865128824600930634?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8f15c623082393ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/7865128824600930634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=7865128824600930634' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7865128824600930634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7865128824600930634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/07/dancin-queen.html' title='Dancin&apos; Queen'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-29870066770696470</id><published>2008-06-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:06:19.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 1st Birthday, Zachary!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is way overdue.  We celebrated Zachary's first birthday on June 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  It was a great day out - just HOT!  I did learn one thing about having a summer birthday - plan early.  I started calling parks in early May, and everything was booked, so we had the party at OUR HOUSE!!!  Yeah, another thing I learned....my house is too small for a birthday party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Playing in the Moonwalk with Pop &amp;amp; Hailee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YaeaZ7iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7UlUOFnEBFw/s1600-h/2008-06-07_11.26.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YaeaZ7iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7UlUOFnEBFw/s320/2008-06-07_11.26.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214772999149448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought a moonwalk and a water slide for the party...but decided that the water slide would have been too much.  The kids had fun playing outside, despite the heat.  Zachary jumped in the moonwalk for quite a while with his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; - POP!!!  He's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; boy!  And here, Hailee's jumped in on the fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nothing spells FUN like Water Guns!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6atQ6kbuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mG_yPLQXXoQ/s1600-h/2008-06-07_12.45.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6atQ6kbuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mG_yPLQXXoQ/s320/2008-06-07_12.45.40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214775520967028450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a highlight of the party - and brought so much relief from the sun that even the adults didn't complain when they were shot!  The kids chased everyone around squirting - we couldn't fill these guns up fast enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Bring on the Boy Toys!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YZrmUEeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1SahMsSsQsM/s1600-h/2008-06-07_11.54.39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YZrmUEeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1SahMsSsQsM/s320/2008-06-07_11.54.39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214772985509188066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone asked me what Zach needed for his birthday, and the resounding answer was BOY TOYS!!!  After months of sharing Olivia's toys, Josh finally said - "We need to buy this boy some toys!!!"  That comment came after Josh witnessed his son pushing the doll stroller across the living room - complete with handbag in tow.  So, Zach loaded up at his birthday.  I've never seen so many trucks, tractors, and tool sets in my whole life.  He racked up!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yummy Yummy Birthday Cake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YZXFQv8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LebFS-Y5GGw/s1600-h/2008-06-07_12.07.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YZXFQv8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LebFS-Y5GGw/s320/2008-06-07_12.07.48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214772980001849282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zach enjoyed his first taste of cake (that I can remember) and it was a great cake.  It was decorated to match his invitations and party theme.  The lady who did it also made our&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Cake, so it was delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But Not Everyone Thought So!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6Ya9ZJrWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fSbdYzx4SRg/s1600-h/2008-06-07_12.14.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6Ya9ZJrWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fSbdYzx4SRg/s320/2008-06-07_12.14.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214773007465688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary did not like getting his fingers dirty, and didn't really enjoy eating the cake.  He did feed quite a bit to his Mimi, but I think he got more in his hair than in his mouth or on his face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Be He Loves PIZZA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YbcAXs_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tPT3TkLwySo/s1600-h/2008-06-07_11.44.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YbcAXs_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/tPT3TkLwySo/s320/2008-06-07_11.44.36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214773015683249138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary did take a break with Daddy to enjoy some pizza.  You can tell, this is much more to his liking!  Doesn't he look cute in his "I'm ONE" hat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;My New Ride!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6atj-ZemI/AAAAAAAAAWI/djonhKFMui4/s1600-h/2008-06-07_13.15.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6atj-ZemI/AAAAAAAAAWI/djonhKFMui4/s320/2008-06-07_13.15.02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214775526083361378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Daddy got Zachary his very first "bike" or as Olivia calls it...a motorcycle.  It has a handle on the back for us to push and we can steer it too.  He really liked his new ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;In Sugar Heaven!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6auXWCdXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F0TMzVVqGfw/s1600-h/2008-06-07_13.43.29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6auXWCdXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/F0TMzVVqGfw/s320/2008-06-07_13.43.29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214775539872724338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found these great cups at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; that were spill proof and were only 50 cents.  I filled them with candy and each kid got a bubble wand, a cup, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;water gun&lt;/span&gt;.  The goodies were a huge it, and Zach went right for the sucker!!!  I don't think that he knew what to do with himself having all of that sugar!!!  He wouldn't let go of that lollipop for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Up, Up, and Away!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6aunr7KAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-y9qFzNdous/s1600-h/2008-06-07_14.25.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6aunr7KAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-y9qFzNdous/s320/2008-06-07_14.25.02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214775544259487746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having a bath in the sink to get all of the cake and sucker off of him, he found his favorite thing from the party - the balloons.  He drug these balloons around until....well he's still dragging them around.  (Yeah, they're still floating).  All of those new toys, and he plays with the balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Our Birthday Boy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6au8cso8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/p5olfWasfmc/s1600-h/2008-06-07_12.12.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6au8cso8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/p5olfWasfmc/s320/2008-06-07_12.12.01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214775549832766402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary really did have a fabulous day.  Thank you to everyone who celebrated with us.  It wouldn't have been the same without each of you.  And to my baby boy!!!  Mommy loves you so much!  You're growing up so fast, and I thank God for every moment!  You've brought nothing but sunshine to our lives, and Daddy, Sissy, and I love you very much!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5591793231209888876-29870066770696470?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/29870066770696470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=29870066770696470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/29870066770696470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/29870066770696470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-1st-birthday-zachary-we-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SF6YaeaZ7iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7UlUOFnEBFw/s72-c/2008-06-07_11.26.18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5393616878795719913</id><published>2008-06-10T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:36:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother &amp; The Blue Jean Bandits</title><content type='html'>I know I should be blogging about my son's First Birthday - Happy Birthday Baby - but you have to report news as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and one of his buddies helped nab the "Blue Jean Bandits" earlier today.  He was on both 11 Alive and Channel 2 Action News this evening.  Thank goodness, there was no violence even though one of the suspects had a gun on them.  Matt said that he's been called by people that he hasn't spoken to in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the coverage below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsbtv.com/video/16562556/index.html"&gt;http://www.wsbtv.com/video/16562556/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work this morning, there was 15 or more cop cars along Pilgrim Mill Road.  I had no idea what was going on, and in fact, I thought that maybe there was a bike race or something....  Josh had taken the kids to the nearby park when a deputy arrived and told everyone to leave because there was a manhunt for these men.  Josh said you'd never seen so many house mom's grab their kids and run in your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least these guys are off the streets!  Thanks Matt &amp;amp; Chad for calling the cops and stalling them!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-5393616878795719913?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5393616878795719913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5393616878795719913' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5393616878795719913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5393616878795719913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-brother-blue-jean-bandits.html' title='My Brother &amp; The Blue Jean Bandits'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-4242179360418043133</id><published>2008-05-20T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:27:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary (One Week Early)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a first for our family.  My wonderful husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me a few weeks ago with a 5-Year Anniversary present.  He booked a weekend getaway for just the two of us!!!  I remember the day he told me, "Honey, I'm taking you away on our anniversary, and I won't take no for an answer.  Mom &amp;amp; Dad are keeping the kids, and we're going to Helen!"   Helen??  Like, Dutch village an hour away, Helen?  Who the heck wants to go to Helen?  Well, not wanting to be a negative Nancy, I skirted around every possible excuse  I could find without actually saying that I didn't want to go.  (How horrible, right!?!?)  Until Friday actually came, and Mimi actually whisked my kids away, and we actually got in the car - I was still trying to find a way to stay home or take the kids with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not too proud to sit here and admit that I'm so glad that Josh and I got to spend the weekend together!  We don't actually celebrate our 5 Year Anniversary until Saturday (the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;), but it was a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; present and I'm so glad that we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a great little mountain resort that was on the river.  It had a great gazebo and playground, and the property was really nice.  Friday we just hung out and talked and watched a movie.  Saturday we opted not to do the tourist thing, so we decided to get some fresh air and exercise.  First we went to Anna Ruby Falls.  It was a nice walk to the falls.  We held hands and giggled...like we did before we had kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKw7XASnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oVv7gJbZyhw/s1600-h/DSC_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKw7XASnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oVv7gJbZyhw/s320/DSC_0961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202654567715588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us a the top of the falls.  We met a group of European Men who were there at the same time, and they were celebrating the 0.7 mile trek with a beer toast and a picnic!  They were hilarious...like they'd just climbed Mt. Everest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKxLXASoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YYsIqVZS1BM/s1600-h/DSC_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKxLXASoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YYsIqVZS1BM/s320/DSC_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202654572010556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh and I took so many photos.  It was just an amazing day, and we just really felt close to each other and nature!  I mean, you never realize how beautiful God's creations are until you're right there....and Helen is practically in our back yard!!!  Why don't we do this more often?  (Don't answer that!  My darling husband would have a very smart remark for that question!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKxrXASpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_7vtCWV7ld8/s1600-h/DSC_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKxrXASpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_7vtCWV7ld8/s320/DSC_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202654580600490642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the top of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKx7XASqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/B5JRYEhtSP4/s1600-h/DSC_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKx7XASqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/B5JRYEhtSP4/s320/DSC_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202654584895457954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh at the top!  I was the camera man that day, and he was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;videographer&lt;/span&gt;.  So...He's in all of my pics!!!  That's a first...Daddy actually in the shot instead of taking the shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKyLXASrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fC7w3MW7HL0/s1600-h/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKyLXASrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fC7w3MW7HL0/s320/DSC_0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202654589190425266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the Happy 5-Year Couple.  Josh kept telling me all weekend that I was 1/5 of the way to a new diamond ring.  I'm going to have to do some negotiating if I want that upgrade sooner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOPprXAStI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7624eBqpypI/s1600-h/DSC_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOPprXAStI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7624eBqpypI/s320/DSC_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202659940719676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at Anna Ruby, we saw this tree with a heart shaped hole in it (I'm sure there's a technical name for these types of holes.)  There was another on the other side, so we know it was natural...and not man carved....but I thought it ironic to find such a tree on our Anniversary Getaway!  Kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Josh wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rabun&lt;/span&gt; Cliffs Falls.  It was a 5-mile hike round trip, and I was a little nervous.  I mean who wants their husband to see them huffing and puffing up a mountain?  I certainly did not.  Well, he again drug me along...and it was my absolute favorite part of the trip.  This hike was absolutely break-taking.  We walked along side the river the entire time, and you couldn't hear anything other than nature.  We saw very few hikers and a few campers, and we spent the whole time walking, talking, and holding hands.....I had almost forgotten what it was like when it was just Josh and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the top.  Four or five people ended up coming up behind us at the falls, so we had one guy snap this picture.  You can't really see the falls that well, but they were pretty.  Not as spectacular as other falls in the area, but the scenery on the way up was far superior!! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHwLXASiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qctiOWvxXXE/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHwLXASiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qctiOWvxXXE/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202651256295803426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were amazed when we finally made it.  It took us over 2 hours to walk 2 and a half miles.  We stopped, took pictures, talked, just really took our time.  It was amazing.  I swear we talked more that day than we have in months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHwrXASjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DB87lsH-Rog/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHwrXASjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DB87lsH-Rog/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202651264885738034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Josh at one of the smaller falls.  We really enjoyed playing around with the camera!!!  I'm not a photographer at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHw7XASkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PemsbpicMBw/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHw7XASkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PemsbpicMBw/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202651269180705346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another beautiful scene.  There were so many places like this.  I honestly thought about this being the perfect spot for a group of couples to get together and do an overnight camping trip/bible study.  Imagine, being in nature, reading the Word, having fellowship with friends...in a place like this!  Oh, I wish we had couple friends!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHxLXASlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jYvZqKBsjIM/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHxLXASlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jYvZqKBsjIM/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202651273475672658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just loved these little "bridges" that we had to cross.  And I thought that this would be a funny time to tell you that about half way up I had to tinkle.  It was such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; for me....to pee or not to pee...that was the question.  Alas, Josh stood guard while I became one with nature.  How liberating that was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHxrXASmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0LBVNPrXHtI/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOHxrXASmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0LBVNPrXHtI/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202651282065607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, in the last little trek to the top, the paths separated.  Again, I started to freak out.  Which way do I go??  What do I do??  (Can anyone tell that I'm very anal and scheduled and instructional....there are rules for everything!!!)  But of course, the nice Rock Arrow on the ground pointed us to the right...but was this a trick.....finally Josh just took off to the right and I went chasing after him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, we chose the right path.  The other was definitely the road less traveled... and someone decided to leave this little Rock Arrow to point us the right direction.  Again, How Cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two great hikes, we headed back into town, ate, and went back to the condo for showers and a movie.  The next morning, Mimi and Pop, Matt &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, and all of our kids joined us to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  His birthday was on Saturday, so everyone came up to cook out and enjoy the day together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting the kids play in the river and on the playground...and after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I almost burned the resort down with a grease fire on the grill...we headed to town.  The Music Man was the best entertainment for Olivia and Hailee.   They loved watching him play is instruments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEvrXAShI/AAAAAAAAATw/5LEjS_fNaSc/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEvrXAShI/AAAAAAAAATw/5LEjS_fNaSc/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202647949170985490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we all had ice cream and candy from the  candy store, we headed back to the resort for more fun outside.    Here is Mimi and Olivia on the  see-saw.  Olivia loved this thing...and I think that Mimi did too!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEurXASeI/AAAAAAAAATY/jBY_aPLmP6U/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEurXASeI/AAAAAAAAATY/jBY_aPLmP6U/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202647931991116258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But my favorite part was fishing in the river!  Pop taught Olivia how to fish....and Zach splashed with Mimi!  I love this pic of Pop and Zach.  (Oh, and Zach learned two new words while he was away - Dog and Pop!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... I wonder who was at the bottom of those two words!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEvLXASfI/AAAAAAAAATg/s9J8ha8anIw/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEvLXASfI/AAAAAAAAATg/s9J8ha8anIw/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202647940581050866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Olivia with her Barbie Fishing Pole.  Pop is showing her the ropes.  I'm just so excited that she has a pole....and because she didn't even get a nibble in Helen, we're making Pop take us fishing again on his next trip!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEvbXASgI/AAAAAAAAATo/ffN_AHJCAAk/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEvbXASgI/AAAAAAAAATo/ffN_AHJCAAk/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202647944876018178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family headed back and we started to settle in for the night.  By this time, all of the fun had run my whole family down.  Josh was getting a cold, Olivia was all congested, and Zach still acted like his ear was bothering him from his ear infection last week...so we packed up on Sunday night and came home a day early.  This was taken on GA 400 about 20 minutes from home.  These kids were tuckered out!!!  And so were their parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEuLXASdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/40NwunZ-QBs/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOEuLXASdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/40NwunZ-QBs/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202647923401181650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, what a great weekend.  To my wonderful husband - Thanks for dragging me up there, Honey!  I can't believe how resistant I am, and I'm sorry that it take s a small miracle to get me to loosen up and have fun.  It was an amazing weekend, and I'm so thankful for the time that we had together, the conversation that we shared, and the memories that we made.  The past 5 years have been spectacular.  I'm so lucky to be your wife, and I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Come what may,  I will love  you until the end of time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me&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/5591793231209888876-4242179360418043133?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/4242179360418043133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=4242179360418043133' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4242179360418043133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4242179360418043133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-anniversary-one-week-early.html' title='Happy Anniversary (One Week Early)'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/SDOKw7XASnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oVv7gJbZyhw/s72-c/DSC_0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-8496148854701690314</id><published>2008-04-17T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:10:17.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby TC Update</title><content type='html'>Hey Ladies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to visit with Beth and TC on Sunday.  Both Mommy and Daddy are doing great.  They both have their parents there helping out and Beth was leaving the hospital on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is doing well for his pre-mature age.  Beth had a really easy labor, I'm sure due to the fact that little TC was so small.  She said that she pushed 5 times and he was here...and she did it without any medication!  Go Beth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little TC is 14 inches long and 2lbs, 9oz.  The NICU has "Touch Times" when they have to do their work on him, and that's when Beth and TC get to go in and touch him.  They thought that Sunday or MOnday they'd get to hold him for the first time and change his diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see pictures, and he is adorable.  He's a tiny little thing, but he has long thin legs - like Beth!  Beth is doing remarkably well considering how quickly all of this happened.  She said that she was going to rest for a few days and then she was excited about starting on the nursery.  Her friend Kristen is coming up from FL in a week or so, so I hope to be able to catch up with them again while she's in town and take Beth out for lunch or dinner or something between visits to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do expect TC to be in the hospital until his due date, July 10th, but I believe that prayer and the love that Beth and TC has for this small child will help him to grow and develop more quickly so that this family can take him home and love him from there...sooner than July 10th! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to pray for this family and the health and growth of Baby TC.  I'll post more updates after I talk to Beth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your comments and well wishes.  I'm passing them on to Beth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-8496148854701690314?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/8496148854701690314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=8496148854701690314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/8496148854701690314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/8496148854701690314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-tc-update.html' title='Baby TC Update'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-3994376307864208754</id><published>2008-04-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:34:49.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priases and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Ladies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned this evening, that a very dear friend of mine, and my AGD Twin, had her baby today.  He's about 3 months early, and he weighs 2lbs, 9oz.  I got a text message that I read at 9:30PM - and I half way thought it might be a belated April Fools joke - but I finally got to talk to the proud new Mommy and she did indeed give birth today, and she and baby are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth (Houpert) Richard and her husband TC are the proud parents of a brand new son, who I think they've named TC Jr.  I'll find out for sure, though, tomorrow.  Beth sounded absolutely WONDERFUL!!!  And the baby is doing well for his premature age.  He is on a ventilator, but he doesn't need oxygen supplementation - so he's breathing room air.  I hope to get some pics tomorrow when I visit her, and I'll post more updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Praise God that both are doing so well, and please keep all of them in your prayers.  The baby will probably be in the hospital until July - but we all know that prayer can get babies bigger and healthier sooner!!  So, please remember the Richard family in your daily prayers, and check back soon for an update on the new family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-3994376307864208754?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/3994376307864208754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=3994376307864208754' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3994376307864208754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3994376307864208754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/04/priases-and-prayers.html' title='Priases and Prayers'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5233273819667021098</id><published>2008-04-07T19:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:18:37.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never did post the kids' formal Easter Pics, so here they are!!!  Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUAjQTv2I/AAAAAAAAASg/6T6bNJFPJfY/s1600-h/Zach_Livi_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUAjQTv2I/AAAAAAAAASg/6T6bNJFPJfY/s320/Zach_Livi_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691026799279970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having Fun!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At least they were, it took us over an hour to get a shot of both of them together!!  This is why professional studios charge you and arm and a leg...because after you've wrangled my two kiddos in the studio...you're willing to cut both off in order to get one decent shot!)&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://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUAzQTv3I/AAAAAAAAASo/AwohQiZfro4/s1600-h/Livi_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUAzQTv3I/AAAAAAAAASo/AwohQiZfro4/s320/Livi_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691031094247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Being Silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rVQjQTv7I/AAAAAAAAATI/EoedVdSgaho/s1600-h/Zachary_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rVQjQTv7I/AAAAAAAAATI/EoedVdSgaho/s320/Zachary_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186692401188814770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being...Handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUBjQTv5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/uGrDI4YfTq0/s1600-h/Livi_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUBjQTv5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/uGrDI4YfTq0/s320/Livi_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691043979149202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Being Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUBzQTv6I/AAAAAAAAATA/VILTrjdzieM/s1600-h/Zachary_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUBzQTv6I/AAAAAAAAATA/VILTrjdzieM/s320/Zachary_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691048274116514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Being all Smiles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5591793231209888876-5233273819667021098?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5233273819667021098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5233273819667021098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5233273819667021098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5233273819667021098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-pics.html' title='Easter Pics'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R_rUAjQTv2I/AAAAAAAAASg/6T6bNJFPJfY/s72-c/Zach_Livi_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-4247591670613168416</id><published>2008-03-31T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:18:30.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Web Page</title><content type='html'>Well, I had stated a few blogs ago that I was trying to get a new blog up for my weight loss journey.  Since then, a lot has changed, and this is how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had talked to my doctor a couple of months ago (I was still breastfeeding) about my family's heart history and my being overweight.  She kinda shrugged it off and said to come back when I wasn't breastfeeding and she'd give me diet pills.  I didn't like that answer from the beginning, so I dropped it and decided to bring it up later.  Well, a few weeks ago I hurt my back at gymnastics - I was trying to out-flip Olivia - and I had to see the doctor.  At this appointment, I got to see my original doctor (who must be 80+ years old) and I mentioned to him that I thought the reason my back was weak was because I was carrying some "extra weight out front."  He laughed and said, "Yeah you're right." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!   That stung, but he was the first doctor to EVER acknowledge that I'm overweight.  I asked him if he could refer me to a nutritionist.  He did, but insurance wouldn't cover it, so Josh and I decided that it was worth the investment.  So, last Tuesday we met with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gelsie&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Northside&lt;/span&gt;, and she gave me TONS of great advice.  I can't recap all of it on the blog, but she definitely educated us in a way that we never expected.  Josh and I both walked away feeling great about the road that lies ahead - for me to loose weight and to keep our entire family in check so that we can all avoid health problems in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gelsie&lt;/span&gt; recommended a website that I'm IN LOVE WITH!!!  I've referred a few people there already, and they are equally impressed.  It's www.sparkpeople.com, and it's totally free.  The best way I can describe it is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; community for people trying to loose/maintain their weight.  I've added a link to my Favorites, so I hope you guys will all check it out.  I'm hoping to find some accountability with my online buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you join, be sure to use me as your reference.  My user name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bethanypreston&lt;/span&gt;.  You'll automatically be added as one of my "friends" if you do, and I get "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sparkpoints&lt;/span&gt;" which you use to buy motivational icons for friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I approach the big 30 later this year, I hope to do it as a lighter, healthier  me!  And even though I know that there's no true way to melt away the pounds, this Mommy is determined to melt away as much as she can in 2008!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-4247591670613168416?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/4247591670613168416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=4247591670613168416' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4247591670613168416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4247591670613168416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-web-page.html' title='New Web Page'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-4130102751560290852</id><published>2008-03-24T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:00:22.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' Away</title><content type='html'>So, I've been working on the brochure that will never end at work, and last week, during a day that had almost drove me crazy, I get this from my dear friend, Jennica.  It was as if she new that I needed a little pick-me-up, and we hadn't even talked that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-11791921a4291163" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11791921a4291163%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330379425%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D398F78167FD38F9A25729D3F1D36A29378BC3913.5F486167959A31888D97D5227752EB1B0E36D928%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11791921a4291163%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwztbiXmZlq2WXCXmMdmA4qXQVnM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D11791921a4291163%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330379425%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D398F78167FD38F9A25729D3F1D36A29378BC3913.5F486167959A31888D97D5227752EB1B0E36D928%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11791921a4291163%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwztbiXmZlq2WXCXmMdmA4qXQVnM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if this doesn't put a smile on a mother's face, I'm not sure what will!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out the blogs below for Easter Updates.  I know that most people have given up on us because we haven't blogged very regularly, but I'm up to three posts in under a week.  (I think I'm using this as stress relief!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-4130102751560290852?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=11791921a4291163&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/4130102751560290852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=4130102751560290852' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4130102751560290852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/4130102751560290852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/03/walkin-away.html' title='Walkin&apos; Away'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-6385730024756705643</id><published>2008-03-22T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:13:43.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>We have just had such a blessed day today.  We all woke up bright and early to get a start on our busy day. and I'm so glad that we did.  We started the day by taking the kids Easter Pics, which I'll add to the blog later.  That doesn't always go so well at our house...but today the kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh had to work, so I took the kids to see the Easter Bunny.  This too was quite unusually, because usually Olivia screams in fear at the sight of Santa, but she's been asking to see the Easter Bunny for weeks.  Better late than never, so we headed to the mall.  And let me just say, usually I'm terrified to go to the mall with both kids along - but they were both ANGELS today!!!  We had such a great time.  We saw E.B., had lunch, rode the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt;, and played on the playground....and we did all of that before 12:00!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi1zQTvwI/AAAAAAAAARw/thtLJq5OmOQ/s1600-h/Zach_Livi_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi1zQTvwI/AAAAAAAAARw/thtLJq5OmOQ/s320/Zach_Livi_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796360279179010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kids with E.B.  I know that they don't look thrilled...but the fact that Olivia sat beside this crazy creature without freezing in panic still amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year, and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun.  Aside from the usual (Mimi, Pop, Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bre&lt;/span&gt;, Uncle Gabe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unc&lt;/span&gt;, Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Hailee, Dakota, and Austin), we also had Mel Mel and Morgan, Mel's parents, Mel's sister and her son and daughter, and two of Mom's neighbors.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wheww&lt;/span&gt;!!!  We all ate, talked,After the mall, we headed to Mimi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; house for our Easter BBQ.  We had a crowd this played with the kids, and of course - hunted eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi3TQTvyI/AAAAAAAAASA/276OrTXRJh0/s1600-h/Easter_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi3TQTvyI/AAAAAAAAASA/276OrTXRJh0/s320/Easter_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796386048982818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are all of the kids waiting for the Big Kids (Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bre&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;) to hide the eggs.  (Have you ever tried to keep 6 kids inside when there are over 200 eggs calling for you on the other side of a door????  Not easy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the kids were allowed to head outside, and they all went wild.  There were way too many to post, so I just picked one of Olivia and her favorite person, Mimi, finding eggs.  Olivia found the egg with the dollar in it....but she could have cared less.  Other eggs had lolly pops - and let me tell you my girl was in heaven!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi4DQTvzI/AAAAAAAAASI/A9wUIVf4vRI/s1600-h/Easter_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi4DQTvzI/AAAAAAAAASI/A9wUIVf4vRI/s320/Easter_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796398933884722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary did hunt eggs, but I had to post this picture instead of one from the egg hunt.  We were playing in the yard and Zach was going crazy over this Carrot Bat, and I let go of him and he stood there for almost a minute just playing with the bat.  I was AMAZED.  He's never stood that long without falling or holding on to something.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi2zQTvxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/13hUfh4u1Fc/s1600-h/Zachary_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi2zQTvxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/13hUfh4u1Fc/s320/Zachary_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796377459048210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the girls "just being girls" and couldn't resist snapping shots of this all-time favorite nursery rhyme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;reenactment&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, I love these girls!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi4TQTv0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/AcDARAHZvkM/s1600-h/Easter_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi4TQTv0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/AcDARAHZvkM/s320/Easter_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796403228852034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my two favorite girls!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chillin&lt;/span&gt;' out after a fun-filled Easter BBQ! &lt;br /&gt;This is the life!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xj7TQTv1I/AAAAAAAAASY/QXuf737vFGo/s1600-h/Easter_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xj7TQTv1I/AAAAAAAAASY/QXuf737vFGo/s320/Easter_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180797554280087378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone have as blessed a weekend as we did!!!!  And as Olivia says every night, "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you God, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Jesus, Amen!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-6385730024756705643?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/6385730024756705643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=6385730024756705643' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6385730024756705643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6385730024756705643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-Xi1zQTvwI/AAAAAAAAARw/thtLJq5OmOQ/s72-c/Zach_Livi_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-7869876396330276045</id><published>2008-03-21T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:28:42.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Warm Weather</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally warm enough to get outside most days, and boy have we been taking advantage of the parks.  Olivia asks almost every day if she can go to the "Big Slide", and she is a pro at climbing, sliding, and shimmying through anything that a playground can throw her way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-R43zQTvuI/AAAAAAAAARg/vTHSzT_FHVE/s1600-h/00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-R43zQTvuI/AAAAAAAAARg/vTHSzT_FHVE/s320/00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180398371429662434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh was off today with the kids while I worked my bottom off at work (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;booooo&lt;/span&gt;), and he actually took the kids to the park for a picnic!  I was so proud (and jealous) of him!!!  He's definitely the best Daddy in the world.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-R44TQTvvI/AAAAAAAAARo/8wR7Q-WqKlg/s1600-h/00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-R44TQTvvI/AAAAAAAAARo/8wR7Q-WqKlg/s320/00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180398380019597042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is changing by the minute in our house.  Zach is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cruising&lt;/span&gt; along on all of the furniture, and I think that he'll be walking before long.  He loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aunti&lt;/span&gt; Lynn Lynn's push toy, and he gets so frustrated when he pushes it into something and can't go any farther.  Truly Adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his 9 month check up about a week ago, and he's weighing in at 19.6 pounds (25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile).  Olivia weighed less than that at her 12 month check up!  He just seems so big compared to her....but I guess compared to other boys, he's pretty normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is such an amazing little girl.  She's learning so quickly, and her vocabulary is quite great if I may say so myself.  She's picking up on little sayings that we use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, like "I'll think about it."  She'll ask for something and when she can tell that I'm pondering my answer, she'll say, "Just think about it, Mommy."  How cute is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also memorized about 15 nursery rhymes, and it's so cute to hear her say them.  If I can ever figure out how to do the whole video thing, I'll post so all can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is interviewing for the Director's position in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt; Relations at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NGC&lt;/span&gt;.  He's been the acting director for almost a year now, but they have finally put a search committee together and are filling the position &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;.  Please keep him in your prayers.  his interview is a week from today (Friday) and he's very passionate about getting this position.  North GA is very special to Josh, and for those of you who know him, you can attest that no one could work as hard for or care more about that University.  If it's God's will, it will happen.  If it doesn't, I'm sure there's another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me...well I'm just ready for Spring.  I can't wait to plant some flowers and do my Spring Cleaning in the house.  I have several closets that are crying for attention.  I've actually been trying to start a new blog.  It will document my weight loss journey.  Inspired by Caron who has her ticker on her page, I thought it would be a nice way for my blogger buddies to help me be accountable.  And anyone who's interested could join in on recipe swaps.   I just have to figure out how to get a ticker up there, and I'll be good to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see my friend Amanda this week.  She just had her new baby girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marleigh&lt;/span&gt; a little over a month ago, and let me tell you this little girl made me want to have another one right now!!!  Amanda let me feed her while I was visiting, and I just couldn't put her down.  I also got to meet some of Amanda's neighbors who were really nice, so hopefully I'll have one more blogger buddy to add to my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone is doing well.  I do check in from time to time, but I hardly have time to leave messages.  So please know that even though I'm not commenting, I'm still keeping up with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter Weekend!!!  I hope the Easter Bunny bring you everything that you want...and don't forget the True Reason for the Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-7869876396330276045?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/7869876396330276045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=7869876396330276045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7869876396330276045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/7869876396330276045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-warm-weather.html' title='Welcome Warm Weather'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R-R43zQTvuI/AAAAAAAAARg/vTHSzT_FHVE/s72-c/00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-3115462594766759122</id><published>2008-02-26T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:57:27.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Up High in the Sky</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogger Buddies.  I'm so sorry for my overdue absence.  The past few weeks have been anything but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last week of January and the first week and a half of February preparing for a Trade Show that we have in Orlando every year.  I was excited to go b/c it's kinda like my little project, but it would be the first time that I had left Josh with both kids.  He's a super dad -and I mean really SUPER, but a mom still worries about these kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I left really early on Monday morning 2 weeks ago and had the worst luck getting to Orlando.  First I was stuck in traffic so I decided to take Marta in hopes that I'd get there faster - that was a mistake.  Traffic cleared just past the station, and Marta took over 60 minutes!  Needless to say, I missed my flight and had to wait over 3 hours for the next available flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to Orlando, I was busy from sun up to way past sun set.  Monday and Tuesday were 14-15 hour days -and I was pooped before the show even started on Wednesday.  But on Tuesday night, at about 11:30, I was feeling really uneasy.  I had talked to Josh, checked on the kids, finished my work...but something was bothering me.  I finally got out of bed and just started praying.  Now, I pray every night, but that night it was different.  Something, or someone, was demanding that I pray in that hotel room.  I can't even remember what I prayed for, but I do remember one thing.  I prayed over and over again for my grandmother and my mom.  My mom's had some struggles recently with her health so I just felt like she needed it.  And even though my Grandmother was fine, she was 87 years old and I just felt like I needed to be praying for her.  I remember clearly praying that God would be with her and that she still turned to Him for comfort.  I prayed that He'd keep her safe that night and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, my brother called me at 8:00 and told me that my Granny had passed in her sleep the night before.  I've never felt my heart sink as low as it did that morning.  I still can't believe that she's not here with us now.  But I've found comfort in knowing that somehow God was telling me that she was going to be alright and that He would answer my prayer and keep her safe always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left that morning to come home and be with family, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; my dear Granny the following Saturday.  The following Wednesday she turned 88 at Home with her Father.  What a way to celebrate turning 88!!!!  I'm sure the super she had with Him was much better than the lunch we had planned for the following weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all of this, Josh and I have had the flu and both kids have had viruses and ear infections.  We were quarantined all week last week!  It's been no fun at our house.  But we've been spending time together and enjoying each other - so it's a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia - my dear sweet angel - talks about Granny every night.  She knows that her Granny went "Way up High in the Sky" to see God and Jesus and her Big Mama (Josh's Grandma who we lost in November).  She still asks when she can see Granny again, and asks to see God every day.  I never thought it would be so hard to explain such things to a 2 year old.  We finally satisfied her desire to talk to God by calling him on the phone.  He talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Livi&lt;/span&gt; for quite some time...and strange thing is...God sounds a lot like my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has really pulled together during all of this.  My grandmother lived for Sundays b/c she cooked a HUGE lunch for all of her kids, grand kids, great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;...and  yes 2 great-great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; every Sunday without fail.  We all gathered at Granny's house after church and visited with aunts, uncles, and cousins.  The kids played outside, the adults sat around and talked, and Granny made sure that everyone had eaten before she ever sat down.  She was almost 88 years old and she still got down and played with all of her great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  She is a woman like no other!  And I'm happy to say, the past two Sundays we've all continued to go to her house and have Sunday Lunch.  It's been weird not having her there - but she's left us with a lifetime of love and memories that were made on her front porch and in her kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much, Granny.  We know you're watching over us, and we can't wait until we're all together again!  We love you!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-3115462594766759122?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/3115462594766759122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=3115462594766759122' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3115462594766759122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3115462594766759122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-up-high-in-sky.html' title='Way Up High in the Sky'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-1880072103345811380</id><published>2008-01-16T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:08:26.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>Alright!!!  The first snow of the season, and we actually had  some stick to the ground.  I had to admit...I'm such a kid at heart.  I just couldn't resist letting Olivia play for a few minutes as we came in from Auntie Lynn-Lynn's house.  She was thoroughly amazed and kept saying, "Make a Snowman, Mommy!"  We did roll up a few small balls (like the size of  a quarter) but she didn't want to hold on to them too long.  As soon as she felt how cold it was...she was finished!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460g1OagPI/AAAAAAAAARI/TIibSWWRdIk/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460g1OagPI/AAAAAAAAARI/TIibSWWRdIk/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156257099522146546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this shot - even though she's not smiling - because you can acutally see the snowflakes.  I hope that there's still some left tomorrow so that she can play a bit more!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460hlOagQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/433aYdaybtI/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460hlOagQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/433aYdaybtI/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156257112407048450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And don't worry, Zachary got to admire the snow too....just from inside.  With a double ear infection - he wasn't allowed out in the snow, but he sure did like watching it come down on the back deck.  He banged on the deck door forever before I had to drag him away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460ilOagRI/AAAAAAAAARY/TvkouGkT8Jk/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460ilOagRI/AAAAAAAAARY/TvkouGkT8Jk/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156257129586917650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, Zachary started crawling on New Yeear's Day.  We were so excited.  He did it that morning and then took about a week off before really getting back into it last week.  Now he's a crawling machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big debate in our family right now is whether or not we put Olivia in a 2-year old pre-k next year.  I really want to do it...like REALLY bad.  But she'll turn three in November and will be older than all of the kids, and frankly my only fear is that she'll be bored.  If any of you have thoughts and/or experience with a 2-year old pre-k, let me know.  I'd love to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that Old Man Winter is kind enough to you all to bless you with a soft blanket of white, and I hope that everyone's safe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-1880072103345811380?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/1880072103345811380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=1880072103345811380' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/1880072103345811380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/1880072103345811380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-snot-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R460g1OagPI/AAAAAAAAARI/TIibSWWRdIk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5780233573668792091</id><published>2007-12-25T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:07:19.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R3HeclOagMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kQ-dLYufpZk/s1600-h/Family+Cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148140431671460034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R3HeclOagMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kQ-dLYufpZk/s320/Family+Cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to pop in really quick and wish you all a Merry Christmas. I hope that everyone had a blessed day, and that Santa was as giving at your house as he was at ours. Stay tuned for holiday pics. I leave you with my best Christmas Gift of all....a sleeping baby girl! Tonight was the first night in 4 months that Olivia has gone to sleep without me spending at least an hour in her room reading, rubbing her back, singing, rocking, rubbing her back, holding her hand, and rubbing her back. Santa brought her a magical "Glow E. Bear" and she stayed in her bed and fell asleep while I was across the hall folding clothes. Thank you, Santa!!! Mommy really owes you one!! And as the Jolly old man says.... Merry Christmas to All....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to All a Good Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148143562702618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R3HhS1OagOI/AAAAAAAAARA/qlxgPbYDDww/s320/_DSC0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sweet Dreams, Pretty Little Livi. Mommy Loves You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/5591793231209888876-5780233573668792091?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5780233573668792091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5780233573668792091' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5780233573668792091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5780233573668792091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R3HeclOagMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kQ-dLYufpZk/s72-c/Family+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-3157045313963396008</id><published>2007-12-10T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:23:04.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Birthdays, Vacation, and Playtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings from the land of too busy and not enough time!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so I know several of you are going to boycott my blog, but at this point let's face it. Keeping up with two kids, a husband, a full time career, a house, friends, family, and a blog is very difficult...so you know which one I had to put on the back burner. The truth is, life has been busy, but it's been oh so blessed. I sit here tonight going back through literally hundreds of pictures that we've taken since my last post and I realized how truly wonderful life is!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Six Month Birthday to my Baby Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...who's almost not a baby any more. Zach is growing so quickly. He's sitting alone, getting into the crawling position, babbling up a storm, and he has two teeth. I just can't believe how fast he's changing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523560396224146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p7pJ-dpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VzB4ZxBkFsY/s320/2007-11-25_21.14.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had a check up today and he's 16 pounds and 26 inches long. The 25th percentile for weight and 60th for height. He's bigger than Olivia was at this age...but she's always been a runt, so that's a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many of you are pregnant with #2 right now, so I just have to take a moment and say, look what you have to look forward to!!! Olivia and Zach play so well together. Olivia loves her baby brother and she's so good to him. Very protective and very loving, she makes sure that he's always taken care of. In fact, if he's crying, she'll promptly tell me or Auntie Lynn Lynn, "Bubba crying, pick him up." Too cute!!! Here they are playing with a Mrs. Potato Head that Big Mama and Big Daddy got her for her birthday. A favorite toy of hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p6pJ-doI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QFliXEpIetQ/s1600-h/2007-11-23_11.06.29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523543216354946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p6pJ-doI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QFliXEpIetQ/s320/2007-11-23_11.06.29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome little man. I'm telling you, Ladies. He just melts my heart! And be honest, does he look like his Daddy too???? I can't believe I've birthed 2 kids and neither of them look like me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p85J-dqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qn5MZbL_Oxg/s1600-h/2007-11-25_21.16.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523581871060642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p85J-dqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qn5MZbL_Oxg/s320/2007-11-25_21.16.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's trying so hard to crawl. Maybe he'll get it before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p95J-drI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vuquhH5xaY0/s1600-h/2007-12-01_12.53.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523599050929842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p95J-drI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vuquhH5xaY0/s320/2007-12-01_12.53.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's so hard for us to get pictures of the both of them. Olivia is so not into having her picture taken. We were on our way to the mall and just happened to get this shot before we headed out the door. We'll have to visit a professional photographer to get a family shot - it's the only way Olivia will sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p_JJ-dsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Rgn0mp4FtY/s1600-h/2007-12-02_15.34.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523620525766338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p_JJ-dsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6Rgn0mp4FtY/s320/2007-12-02_15.34.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with this next picture, things are going to get a little confusing. These events are NOT in chronological order. My hubby gave me 20 minutes to blog before he had to get back to work, so I didn't have time to rearrange pictures. &lt;p&gt;Josh's brother, Stewart, has lived out West for as long as I've known Josh. He's been working on his degree, so he hasn't been able to visit often. We went on vacation the second week of Novemeber, and while we were gone, Stewart came home for a visit. We were lucky that he got to stay for over a week, and he finally got to meet Olivia and Zach. Olivia was timid at first, but she warmed up when Stew bribed her with money!!!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13nVZJ-djI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0VMdiQR_eE4/s1600-h/2007-11-19_21.20.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520704242972210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13nVZJ-djI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0VMdiQR_eE4/s320/2007-11-19_21.20.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stew gave Olivia some spare change and they took the opportunity to put it in Olivia's piggy bank. Stew taught Olivia all of the different coins. She loved it, and ever since has hoarded money like someone from the depression. If we ever need her to sit still for a minute, we dump out some change and put her piggy bank in front of her.....keeps her busy for hours....or at least 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For her birthday, Olivia got a trampoline. This is Aunt Bre and Daddy trying to put it together in the foyer of our house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520734307743298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13nXJJ-dkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kICXOP4_rXQ/s320/2007-11-20_23.10.45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here it is put together. Y'all this thing is huge. We had no idea when we started putting it together, but we had to end up taking it apart to get it in the playroom. Jumping is another Olivia obsession. Gymnastics has really turned her into quite the little bouncing machine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13nZJJ-dlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XQe9e7zNnR8/s1600-h/2007-11-20_23.15.41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520768667481682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13nZJJ-dlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XQe9e7zNnR8/s320/2007-11-20_23.15.41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Stewart was in town, the Preston boys spent a lot of time together. One day Micah, Mary, and Stew took Josh on his first hike in quite a while. Do I dare say it kicked his butt! Here are the four of them mid-hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13naJJ-dmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_aji-I-09dk/s1600-h/2007-11-20_12.39.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520785847350882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13naJJ-dmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_aji-I-09dk/s320/2007-11-20_12.39.27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Micah and Mary always take such good pictures...even in the woods. Can't hide that true love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13ndJJ-dnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n9JndnORE7s/s1600-h/2007-11-20_11.39.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142520837386958450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13ndJJ-dnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n9JndnORE7s/s320/2007-11-20_11.39.14.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIVIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the birthday party! We came home from vacation on Friday evening and had Olivia's second birthday the next morning at 10:00. Note to self: Never do that again. This year her party was at Pump It Up, an inflatable jump place. Olivia had two special guests at her party. First is her Uncle Stewart. And the second is her Great Aunt Vickie who we don't see often enough! You'll see Aunt Vickie in a second. Uncle Stew turned out to be quite the pro at being and Uncle. The kids loved him...right, Zachary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142518406435468770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lPpJ-deI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xvJ4JIrruv8/s320/2007-11-17_11.47.38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to wrangle most of the kids up for this picture. Olivia had a blast. I totally recommend a place like this for a party. They do everything for you so that you can enjoy yourself. And enjoy ourselves we did. The adults had more fun racing through the obstacle course than the kiddos!!! It was a workout for some of us...but oh so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142518432205272562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lRJJ-dfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ErcRVWTx4QY/s320/2007-11-17_12.26.42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of very few family shots that we have of all four of us......and how does that happen? We never get family shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lTZJ-dgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rss_Tuwk__E/s1600-h/2007-11-17_12.24.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142518470859978242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lTZJ-dgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rss_Tuwk__E/s320/2007-11-17_12.24.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Olivia's birthday cake and one of our favorite friends, Ms. Dana. Dana is Abbi's mom and she really helped me out that day. Thanks so much, Dana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lUpJ-dhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ol2f1fQm7Qk/s1600-h/2007-11-17_12.43.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142518492334814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lUpJ-dhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ol2f1fQm7Qk/s320/2007-11-17_12.43.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Olivia and Aunt Vickie. And yes, Olivia is eating a sucker. In fact, that day she had pizza, sprite, birthday cake, and candy...all in one day. She was in little kid heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lWJJ-diI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MQOvezlrrow/s1600-h/2007-11-17_13.15.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142518518104618530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13lWJJ-diI/AAAAAAAAAPY/MQOvezlrrow/s320/2007-11-17_13.15.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For Halloween this year, we went to my brother's house and let the kids go to a couple of houses. Both kids were sick, so we didn't stay out long. Matt tripped out his Rhino with a trailor and tons of hay and took the kids on the hayride of a lifetime. They loved it. Here's Livi and Zach and my dad. Livi was a fairy, Zach was a pumpkin, and my dad....well he was a good ole' country Pop!!! The best one every!!!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i9pJ-daI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X3d6gGnzrkI/s1600-h/2007-10-31_19.14.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142515898174567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i9pJ-daI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X3d6gGnzrkI/s320/2007-10-31_19.14.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are on the back of the Rhino. My sister is dressed as Snow White. She gets the prize for biggest for Oldest Snow White on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i-JJ-dbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9-e-IjGsNcE/s1600-h/2007-10-31_19.23.37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142515906764502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i-JJ-dbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9-e-IjGsNcE/s320/2007-10-31_19.23.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But she is charming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i-pJ-dcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yCABIR1trKI/s1600-h/2007-10-31_19.53.38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142515915354437058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i-pJ-dcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yCABIR1trKI/s320/2007-10-31_19.53.38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, Pop, and Zach - the men in the front, the chicks in the trailor....hmmmmmm...you might be a redneck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i_JJ-ddI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BZZrxftlPVM/s1600-h/2007-10-31_19.17.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142515923944371666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13i_JJ-ddI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BZZrxftlPVM/s320/2007-10-31_19.17.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes my long overdue, totally out of sequence, long as all get out blog update. I don't expect that anyone is still reading, but if you are, you win the prize for most board blogger without anything else to do Award. See ya later!&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/5591793231209888876-3157045313963396008?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/3157045313963396008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=3157045313963396008' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3157045313963396008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3157045313963396008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-birthdays-vacation-and-playtime.html' title='Family, Birthdays, Vacation, and Playtime'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/R13p7pJ-dpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VzB4ZxBkFsY/s72-c/2007-11-25_21.14.40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-5725570900926153926</id><published>2007-10-01T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:40:03.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the past few weeks have been very busy. I'll try to give everyone the low down real quick-like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116420679706999778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RwEtgA9l--I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Q6KJzQ59WU/s320/Zach+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach is such an angel.  He's growing like crazy. He's such a little chunker - and I love it! He started laughing on Friday, and of course his first giggles were for Aunti Lynn-Lynn. He's rolling onto his side, but hasn't quite figured out how to make it onto his tummy! He's still such a great baby. He's so relaxed and cool about everything. He really only cries when something's wrong. Otherwise he just chills in his seat, swing, bouncy, or play yard! How'd I get so lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116420666822097874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RwEtfQ9l-9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/w7PAwitcZuc/s320/Olivia+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia, on the otherhand, has become quite the handful. She's become a devil when it comes to going to bed. She wants to sleep with us, but we just won't allow it. So, every night it's a battle of wills. I've even resorted to Super Nanny's techniques, but she's one tough cookie! I don't know how to break her. So, we end up rocking her, laying with her, or rubbing her back until she falls asleep. Then, she gets up in the middle of the night and climbs in bed with us. To tell you how tired I am - I hardly remember her ever coming in there. I just wake up and she's there!! Any advice here would be appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Olivia news - she is talking so much more now. We don't hang out with a lot of almost 2-year olds, so I have no idea how she's doing compared to her peers, but Josh and I are impressed with how she's communicating now. Over the weekend she started calling us "Honey" and referring to her Daddy as "Josh". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you probably got an email from me, but my Mom had a heart attack a couple of weeks ago. Thankfully she's home and recovering well.   Josh's cousin said yesterday that we shouldn't be suprised that she's healed because she's had so many people praying for her! We continue to pray that all goes well in the coming weeks as we learn whether or not she has to have surgery. Thank you, thank you to everyone who's been praying! We've felt every one. And most of all, Thank you, Lord for getting us through this trying time! We love you, Mamma!!! Keep healing!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we visited with Josh's grandparants yesterday. Big Mamma and Big Daddy celebrated their 65 Wedding Anniversary!!! Can you believe it!!! I'm in awe of these two. You will never meet anyone like them. They are truly the most wonderful people I've ever met, and I love spending time with them. Grandmother has been having a tough time, so for those of you who will, please keep her in your prayers. To Big Mamma and Big Daddy - We love you. Congratulations on making it 65 years together! We are amazed at your accomplishments and we love you sooooo much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching everyone else's blog.  Sorry I haven't had time to leave comments, but I promise I've been keeping up with all of you!!!  More updates to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-5725570900926153926?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/5725570900926153926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=5725570900926153926' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5725570900926153926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/5725570900926153926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-past-few-weeks-have-been-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RwEtgA9l--I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Q6KJzQ59WU/s72-c/Zach+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-2560745913126068970</id><published>2007-08-16T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:39:33.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies &amp; Gentlemen, may I present, Miss Olivia Preston on the High Beam!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Last week Olivia and I started a "Mommy &amp; Me" Gymnastics class.  It's every Thursday night from 6:00 - 6:45, and those 45 minutes are one of the highlights of our week!  We have so much fun, and I'm amazed at what Olivia can do.  It's hard not to help every step of the way, but she &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;wants to be so independent that I have to just stand back and let her go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn233F2gI/AAAAAAAAANg/yEhRk-GvvbY/s1600-h/DSCN1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn233F2gI/AAAAAAAAANg/yEhRk-GvvbY/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099455607984216578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Her teacher's name is Miss Haley, and we love her!!!  She's young and fun and has just the right balance of structure and flexibility.  Here's she's helping Olivia on the bar.  This is Olivia's favorite thing to do.  She holds on and we let go and she just swings herself until she can't hold on anymore!!  It's so great!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn3n3F2hI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZkxC4EaIS-A/s1600-h/DSCN1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn3n3F2hI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZkxC4EaIS-A/s320/DSCN1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099455620869118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We love the ladder too, but right now she doesn't quite get the complete idea.  She holds on with her hands, but her feet are still on the mat!!  Oh well, she'll get it soon!  She did go all the way across the beam tonight without my help.  I was in shock!!!  She's got a lot more coordination than Mommy, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So, as soon as class was over, we walked out and she said, "Pee Pee."  We went to the potty.....and she went all by herself!!!!  Y'all, this potty training thing is all working out.  She only had one accident today, and that was after she woke up from her nap!!!  She's even gotten up dry the past two nights and gone Pee Pee in the potty first thing in the morning.  By golly, I think she's got it!!!  I'm just so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn4X3F2jI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_4KeoZmq0yo/s1600-h/DSCN1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn4X3F2jI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_4KeoZmq0yo/s320/DSCN1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099455633754020402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I had to include this picture...well because they are both naked!  That's the problem with taking pictures in my house.  Half the family is usually not decent for photos!  Olivia was running around in her big girl panties, and Daddy didn't have a shirt on!!!  But aren't they just the cutest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTsdH3F2kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/BqmLoqNHKmo/s1600-h/a.DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTsdH3F2kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/BqmLoqNHKmo/s320/a.DSC_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099460663160724034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And let us not forget to update on our Little Man.  Zachary is really the BEST baby in the world.  He's growing so fast, and he's so alert.  He's cooing and smiling like crazy, and I think that he has a crush on his Auntie Lynn Lynn!!!  I can't remember if I've updated since his 2 month check-up, but he's doing great.  He did get very cranky and sore after his 5 shots.  Yes...I said 5!!!!  But other than that, he's got a clear bill of health.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We're just so blessed in so many ways.  Do any of you ever just take a step back and look at your life and wonder what you did to deserve such blessings???  I ask myself every day why God thinks I'm worthy of such happiness...and I thank Him every day for my beautiful family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-2560745913126068970?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/2560745913126068970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=2560745913126068970' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/2560745913126068970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/2560745913126068970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-are-days.html' title='These Are The Days'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RsTn233F2gI/AAAAAAAAANg/yEhRk-GvvbY/s72-c/DSCN1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-3260859323528937454</id><published>2007-08-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:38:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Help....Losing Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was I thinking???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Okay Ladies of younger ones out there.  I'm really needing you right now.  I'm 6 days into this Potty Training thing, and we're still struggling.  The book that we have is awesome.  I'll share it once we get everything down and give you my honest critique.  It's simple, easy to understand, and makes perfect sense!  Having said that, I ask myself why we're still having a hard time?  Here's where we are.  Please let me know if you have any suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Olivia has not worn a diaper or Pull Up since Friday morning (except while she's sleeping).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She's wearing either Dora panties or the thick cotton training pants (girly print of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She's not afraid of the Potty, in fact, sometimes I have a hard time getting her out of the Potty.  She'll sit there forever singing, reading, playing with a toy, etc.  She actually likes going to the Potty - just not going IN the potty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We set a timer for every 20 minutes, and when the Potty Clock rings, we run to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She's seen me go, she's seen other kids go, and she's actually gone 5 times since we started, but most of the time she waits until about 5 minutes after we've left the bathroom and then she wets her panties (or dirties them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When she wets (or dirties) herself, she will come and tell me immediately, but alas, it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We give her different rewards.  I have two bags full of stuff like necklaces, party crowns, stickers, tootsie rolls, and balls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I have 4 days left with her until I go back to work.  I'd really like to get her to tell me before she has to go so that Aunti Lynn Lynn doesn't have as much work to do with her.  Any advise anyone has would be great.  And if you're a reader and don't like to leave public comments, please email me at bethanyg@delaneyinc.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Thanks guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-3260859323528937454?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/3260859323528937454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=3260859323528937454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3260859323528937454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/3260859323528937454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2007/08/need-helplosing-patience.html' title='Need Help....Losing Patience'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-6087454635794879010</id><published>2007-08-04T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:50:15.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT GAM it's Another Beautiful Day in Timberline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUxz4w647I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9ghPA05Y8cA/s1600-h/111111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUxz4w647I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9ghPA05Y8cA/s320/111111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095033320920245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know some of you have been singing the rainy day blues, but we've had wonderful weather in our neck of the woods.  An occational late day shower, but the mornings and early afternoons have just been beautiful.  Since we're doing the whole Potty Training thing with Olivia, we decided to stay in this weekend so we'd be close to Mr. Potty.  So what do you do with the kids on a HOT August day at home???  Easy - you break out every water toy you've ever bought.  We had the water table, the water fall, 3 sprinklers, and of course, the Giraffe pool that spits on you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx0Yw648I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KG1QZfdjee8/s1600-h/_DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx0Yw648I/AAAAAAAAAMw/KG1QZfdjee8/s320/_DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095033329510179778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After experimenting with two sprinklers that were outta control, we finally found one tame enough for the little ones.  This was a big hit at Mel's house with Morgan, so we invested $5 in one of our own - and what 'da ya know, it's a HIT!!!  Olivia and DJ must have been thirsty because as soon as the first sprinkle of water emerged, they were both drinking it up like crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx0ow649I/AAAAAAAAAM4/iheDyAYFrrc/s1600-h/a_DSC09221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx0ow649I/AAAAAAAAAM4/iheDyAYFrrc/s320/a_DSC09221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095033333805147090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But don't think that they didn't make the rounds.  They hit every toy out there!  Here is Olivia and DJ playing at the water table.  Y'all, I have to tell you.  When I saw this on Angela's blog, I had my doubts, but after two trips to Toys R Us contemplating this buy, I finally gave it and it's been the best summer toy I could have purchased.  We keep in on the front porch (in the shade) so that Olivia can play and I can swing with Zach.  She loves it...in fact, she sits in it!  We even figured out that you can keep the water clean by covering it with a grill cover!  So really, it's a summer must have!  Pick one up while they're still out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx04w64-I/AAAAAAAAANA/ET3r3Ylw8D4/s1600-h/_DSC0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx04w64-I/AAAAAAAAANA/ET3r3Ylw8D4/s320/_DSC0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095033338100114402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here the two little devils are playing in the pool.  Let me tell you, this pool is neat.  I loved it, but Olivia was frightened to heck the first time we filled it up.  You see, you hook the hose to the Giraffe and it's supposed to squirt water out of it's mouth onto the slide so that it's easier for the little tykes to slide down - oh but no...it's not a gental mist.  This Giraffe spews water all over the place...and it is a bit creepy.  So, we forgo the hose and just let the kids play.  They like it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx1Yw64_I/AAAAAAAAANI/NrCFzUl5u-8/s1600-h/_DSC0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUx1Yw64_I/AAAAAAAAANI/NrCFzUl5u-8/s320/_DSC0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095033346690049010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, finally a break.  Kristina and Olivia sit under the umbrella shade and munch on some Goldfish.  What a life!  Water toys and junk food.  What more can a girl ask for???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUpR4w646I/AAAAAAAAAMg/uJyaq8wJt_8/s1600-h/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUpR4w646I/AAAAAAAAAMg/uJyaq8wJt_8/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095023940711670690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the sun went down and water toys were retired, we cooked hamburgers and Olivia joined the rodeo.  Y'all, my dear Granny got this for Olivia - and she LOVES it.  It's sweet because my Granny is 87 years old and has just recently fallen in love with Olivia.  I'm not sure why it came on so suddenly, but every time we go to see her, she's gotten Olivia something special.  The last time it was this rocking horse.  As you can see, Olivia's tearn' it up.  She was rocking that thing so hard, she almost threw herself off the back.  After staying on that stallion for more than 4 minutes, she beat the record for Toddler Riding Rocking Horse.  She took home the gold Cow Girl Hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope everyone's day was as sunny and hot as ours.  We can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.  And for all of those who care, we're still racing for success in the Potty arena.  Olivia tells us every time she pee pees in her panties....but she does it after the fact.  We had a half success today.  She started peeing in the bathroom floor.  I only had time to jerk her panties down and get about a teaspoon of pee in the potty.  The rest was in her shoe and on the floor.  Heck - we gave rewards for that teaspoon full of pee pee.  I've got bags full of goodies and wanted her to know what she could get if she actually did it in the toilet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, if anyone has any PT advise - I'm all ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591793231209888876-6087454635794879010?l=sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/feeds/6087454635794879010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5591793231209888876&amp;postID=6087454635794879010' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6087454635794879010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591793231209888876/posts/default/6087454635794879010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-life-of-livi-and-zach.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08408595237423427909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrUxz4w647I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9ghPA05Y8cA/s72-c/111111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591793231209888876.post-265813266871981480</id><published>2007-08-02T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:57:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Our Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Welcome to Princess &amp; the Pea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And thank you to Lori for the name.  We also got a great suggestion from Katie, and will be using that when Zach gets a little older and can't be referred to as a "pea" anymore.  We figured since he's still kinda small, we can get away with it for a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This will be the blog of all blogs for our family.  I have about 6 weeks worth to catch everyone up on...and since I've been home on maternity leave, there's lots to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Olivia has been going to our sitter's house, Ms. Lori, since Zach's been born.  She was home with us for one week while Ms. Lori was on vacation, but other than that she's been going to 'school' daily so that Zach and I could have time to bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Every day Olivia runs through the door searching for her baby brother.  I try to greet her with hugs and kisses - but oh no - she runs straight for "Buba".  Yeah, so I'm a little jealous - I was her favorite 10 weeks ago...now I'm tied for second (and sometimes take third to Daddy!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We try to get out as a family and do stuff together like go to the park or play outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGcow64vI/AAAAAAAAALI/bMk-iyTvyO0/s1600-h/2007-07-14-10%6001%6053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGcow64vI/AAAAAAAAALI/bMk-iyTvyO0/s320/2007-07-14-10%6001%6053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094281955046515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Here is Olivia taking a break from the slide at the neighborhood park.  She's so darn cute.  But d&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;on't be fooled.  In the past couple of months, she's really tried to assert her will.  She's got quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; the temper at times, and we've found that "Time Out" is just what we needed to cure her of these episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGdIw64wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-15GHRhMoUs/s1600-h/2007-07-14-10%6005%6021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGdIw64wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-15GHRhMoUs/s320/2007-07-14-10%6005%6021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094281963636450050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay, I know it looks bad, but really, she shoves her own face to the wall when she's in time out.  We never told her to do that (but it is cute).  After not listening at the park, she had to stand in time out.  The side of the swing was the best place we could find.  She's so sweet when she comes out.  She dries her tears and says "Worry" (sorry) and kisses me and it's off to more fun!!  Gosh I love this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGdow64xI/AAAAAAAAALY/9M6bVnSb5Ck/s1600-h/2007-07-14-10%6035%6018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGdow64xI/AAAAAAAAALY/9M6bVnSb5Ck/s320/2007-07-14-10%6035%6018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094281972226384658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Back to being third to Daddy.  Yeah - so this really does get under my skin sometimes.  Before Zach arrived, my biggest fear was that she wouldn't let anyone else take care of her.  Mommy had to do everything...and I mean everything with her.  Now, Daddy is King of this kid's heart.  She is so in love with her Daddy.  He's so much fun (and much cooler than Mommy).  I guess I'm lucky that she's stuck on him - but I still get a little jealous when she cries for him instead of me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Olivia has really started to talk recently.  And she's so dang smart!!  I know all moms say that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; but my kid really is a genius.  There's this cat that roams the neighborhood, and Olivia loves it.  She calls her "Meow Meow" and we have to look for Meow Meow every day.  The first day she met her, Meow Meow was under the front porch.  Now every time we look for that darn cat, Olivia is peeking through the cracks of the front porch calling Meow Meow and clapping her hand on her leg.  Imagine calling a dog - that's how she calls a cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGeIw64yI/AAAAAAAAALg/-ryAur64-zo/s1600-h/2007-07-14-11%6012%6001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGeIw64yI/AAAAAAAAALg/-ryAur64-zo/s320/2007-07-14-11%6012%6001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094281980816319266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But alas, the cat always wanders home, and Olivia watches until she can no longer be seen.  (This is the part where I should give in and get the kid a darn cat, but I have a good excuse - I'm allergic and absolutely can't handle cats or touch anything that they've touched.  Good enough excuse not to get a cat???  It'll have to be until she gets older!  I don't think I can take another responsibility right now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGeYw64zI/AAAAAAAAALo/0DYlfjDZsI0/s1600-h/2007-07-14-11%6017%6022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKGeYw64zI/AAAAAAAAALo/0DYlfjDZsI0/s320/2007-07-14-11%6017%6022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094281985111286578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A few weekends ago, Olivia, Zach, and I had a play date with some very special people.  Amanda, Andrea, Jennifer, Lori, and I met up at Jungle Jump Adventures to let the kids play on the inflatables.  I was horrible and didn't get any pics of them playing.  The two Pregos (Amanda and Lori) watched Zach for me and I chased the kids.  (I had a blast by the way.  Last time we went I was pregnant and my hubby wouldn't let me play - so this time I was all about climbing and sliding with the chitlins".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The biggest drama was when I put little Davis over one side of this huge obstacle course and couldn't pull myself up over to get him.  We quickly realized that this particular one wasn't suitable for little ones, so we had to send Jennifer in to rescue him.  She was the only one who could hoist herself up and over the wall.  Thanks Jenn!!  I thought I'd sacrificed Amanda's first born to the Inflatables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKCqIw64rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Mde5jfWeNNo/s1600-h/DSCN1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKCqIw64rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Mde5jfWeNNo/s320/DSCN1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094277788928238258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Here's D and Livi taking a break and playing with the blocks.  Do I see wedding bells in the future???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKCqow64sI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zmxTrp02bhw/s1600-h/DSCN1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKCqow64sI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zmxTrp02bhw/s320/DSCN1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094277797518172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And we did wrangle Jason into snapping this shot of Andrea and I with the kids (sans Zach).  Look at David.  Y'all I swear he could be a baby Calvin Klein model.  He's so handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But let me not forget about Zach.  He's growing so fast.  We're so bad.  We haven't take nearly as many pictures of him as we did Olivia.  Even though we have a studio right downstairs, we still haven't taken him down for pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOYIw643I/AAAAAAAAAMI/1qFiCEVpgNo/s1600-h/2007-07-10-21%6014%6009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOYIw643I/AAAAAAAAAMI/1qFiCEVpgNo/s320/2007-07-10-21%6014%6009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094290673830126450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Olivia was always so tiny, but I believe this kid's going to be big.  We have  his two month check up next week, so we're excited to see what he weighs.  He's doing great.  He sleeps a lot and is really easy going.  He hardly every cries unless he's tired or over stimulated.  Did I mention he sleeps a lot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOXow642I/AAAAAAAAAMA/R0iUIGreL6s/s1600-h/2007-06-18-20%6044%6030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOXow642I/AAAAAAAAAMA/R0iUIGreL6s/s320/2007-06-18-20%6044%6030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094290665240191842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;  In fact, he's been sleeping through the night since the doctor gave us the OK at 2 weeks to let him go 8-10 hours between feedings.  He said that as long as he was sleeping well and eating well during the day, then he'd be fine.  That night we fed him at about 10:00 and he didn't get up until 6:00 the next morning.  With few exceptions, that's been our routine.  God is good!!  Let us pray he doesn't revert anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKCr4w64uI/AAAAAAAAALA/7il909PvlBw/s1600-h/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKCr4w64uI/AAAAAAAAALA/7il909PvlBw/s320/DSCN1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094277818993009378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like Daddy - sleeping with his mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAT4w64nI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NzC-84zxjP4/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAT4w64nI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NzC-84zxjP4/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094275207652893298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;He's now 8 weeks old (today) and he started smiling two weeks ago.  Right at 6 weeks we got our first grin...and I guess he's patriotic because he said it while I was reciting The Pledge of Allegiance.  He just grinned from ear to ear.  It's hard to catch the good smiles on camera, but here's a slight grin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;One of his favorite toys is this cat-lion-stuffed-thingy-mabob.  He likes it so we don't really care what it is.  Being home with him has been the most rewarding time.  I think that I was nervous with Olivia and didn't get to enjoy it.  I've loved every moment being home with Zach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOXIw641I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Fy-ZysdsYYQ/s1600-h/2007-07-27-20.11.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOXIw641I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Fy-ZysdsYYQ/s320/2007-07-27-20.11.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094290656650257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Back to how smart Olivia is.  Here she is trying to take Zach's temperature - the good ole' fashion way!  Right up the rump!!  Okay y'all, we haven't taken her temp like that since she was tiny.  But sure enough, she pulled that thermometer out , tried to undo his onsie, and then stuck it right up his hiney (really behind his back.)    Kids - they soak in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOT4w640I/AAAAAAAAALw/G6-wqQ2BfnY/s1600-h/2007-07-13-19%6044%6025_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKOT4w640I/AAAAAAAAALw/G6-wqQ2BfnY/s320/2007-07-13-19%6044%6025_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094290600815682370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Now for the big transition that started as a shock and ended as a blessing.  Last week Ms. Lori, Olivia's babysitter who's kept her since she was 9 weeks old, told us that she had accepted a job outside of the home working for a childcare center.  Hearing those words made my heart drop into my stomach.  It was a day that I had hoped would never come but alway knew would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Lori is an amazing woman.  A Christian, a friend, and a great mother, we were so blessed to have her in our lives for so long.  While we were very happy that Ms. Lori finally got to get out of the house and have her own life, we were devastated at the thought of taking Olivia into a childcare center and leaving her with people that she didn't know.  And the thought of Zach going to daycare was just as worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Alas, God knows our hearts and hears our prayers and I felt like I must have had a direct line with him last week.  We found out that Ms. Lori was quitting last Monday and by Wednesday we had found another wonderful person to care for the kids.  Who you might ask - well you all know her.  She's my best friend and fellow blogger Jennica.  Jenn is a very dear person to me.  She was my little sister in the sorority, my roommate, my best friend, and my mentor.  She's not only an outstanding person, but also a terrific mother.  In fact, I find that I mimic many of her parenting styles with my own kids.    Jenn had been struggling with having her son in daycare as well and decided that she needed to be home with her family.  When she found out that we were in need, she immediately offered to watch Olivia and Zach.  We are so blessed to have Jennica's assistance.  I know she'll love my kids as much as I do (or almost as much!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So, here are some pics of Olivia's last day at Ms. Lori's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKATYw64mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_xbpGcmlMBE/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKATYw64mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_xbpGcmlMBE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094275199062958690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Having these four all day every day could get tiring!  No wonder Ms. Lori needed a break!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAUYw64oI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hS10HWv2L4A/s1600-h/DSC_00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAUYw64oI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hS10HWv2L4A/s320/DSC_00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094275216242827906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;WE LOVE YOU, MS. LORI and wish you the best of luck in the director's position at the daycare.  You are a special person and those kids are lucky to have you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So, Olivia has been home with Zach and I all week.  We've had a blast.  She's cooked, cleaned, taken care of the baby, and decorated (all pretend) and we've had a blast doing it together.  Here she is making Mommy some bananas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKVBIw645I/AAAAAAAAAMY/db9R_QSuZlI/s1600-h/11111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKVBIw645I/AAAAAAAAAMY/db9R_QSuZlI/s320/11111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094297975274529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Finally, we have set out to do the impossible.  Yes, this weekend we will begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POTTY TRAINING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;  I've had people congratulate and people speculate - but we're in this to win!!!  After reading a great book that my friend Dana gave us, we've spent the week getting acclimated to the Potty and what goes in it.  Tomorrow will be our first day in big girl panties, so everyone pray for us!  (Really just pray for Mommy - I can already feel myself starting to sweat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAU4w64pI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z5z3Gye8ERY/s1600-h/DSC_00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAU4w64pI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z5z3Gye8ERY/s320/DSC_00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094275224832762514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The Potty Seat of all potty seats.  This is the mack daddy, music playing, toilet flushing Potty.  If she won't go in here - I don't know where she'll go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAVIw64qI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sgk05zJuBxw/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3SsZettaAE/RrKAVIw64qI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sgk05zJuBxw/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094275229127729826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And I'm ready.  I've done my shopping.  Cool soap for hand washing.  Princess bag full of treats for Poo Poo's.  Baby bag full of treats for Pee Pee's.  And of course, who goes anywhere without the Clorox Anywhere spray.  Ladies, if you've not tried this you're really missing out.  This cleaner is Rock Awesome AND it's safe to use around kids.  Okay, back to the potty, I think we're ready to be diaper and pull-up free.  She went Pee Pee in the potty once today which was a huge sign for me to keep going.  I was really starting to doubt myself after talking to a few people, but we're staying positive and giving it a go!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Okay, I hope you've enjoyed the first Princess &amp; the Pea blog.  I hope you're all still reading!  Here's a challenge for all of you loyal blog followers.  Sign in and let us know that you're reading.  I know a few of you always visit (and get frustrated when I don't update as often) but I'd really like to know who's reading.  If you're reading this, then take 2 minutes to leave us a comment so we'll know you're out there.  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