<?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-3458639960494086482</id><updated>2011-08-08T04:14:30.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wooten's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3981137152143967635</id><published>2011-04-24T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T11:12:43.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkKzni0-NGo/TbRdadBDceI/AAAAAAAABbc/lm-FeIhxPc0/s1600/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599202945775399394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkKzni0-NGo/TbRdadBDceI/AAAAAAAABbc/lm-FeIhxPc0/s400/IMG_1640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR33hda3CZE/TbRdaI2vE-I/AAAAAAAABbU/MNnMPXsrH7g/s1600/IMG_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599202940363412450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR33hda3CZE/TbRdaI2vE-I/AAAAAAAABbU/MNnMPXsrH7g/s400/IMG_1642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jJYU-8eMtI/TbRdZ4ioV-I/AAAAAAAABbM/AC6dULYJxKQ/s1600/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599202935984117730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jJYU-8eMtI/TbRdZ4ioV-I/AAAAAAAABbM/AC6dULYJxKQ/s400/IMG_1648.jpg" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3981137152143967635?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3981137152143967635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3981137152143967635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3981137152143967635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3981137152143967635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/-NkKzni0-NGo/TbRdadBDceI/AAAAAAAABbc/lm-FeIhxPc0/s72-c/IMG_1640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3091272945023098885</id><published>2011-03-30T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:20:31.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FI9rh9E683w/TZMe1p_goZI/AAAAAAAABbE/_DciuMPOJH4/s1600/IMG00292-20110317-0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589845469651050898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FI9rh9E683w/TZMe1p_goZI/AAAAAAAABbE/_DciuMPOJH4/s400/IMG00292-20110317-0800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOv4sjP3Wm8/TZMe1uuqqTI/AAAAAAAABa8/nGzGh_AQQAM/s1600/IMG00299-20110317-1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589845470922582322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOv4sjP3Wm8/TZMe1uuqqTI/AAAAAAAABa8/nGzGh_AQQAM/s400/IMG00299-20110317-1753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of those fun things about silly holidays to me... I could care less about St. Patricks Day but coming up with lots of green food was fun! Brody wasnt to sure about the green eggs and neither of my kids liked green jello but they both thought green rice was pretty cool (you can make any color rice by adding food coloring to the water before you cook it... who would have known=) On the dinner plate is grapes, green apples, kiwi, celery cucumbers, ranch dressing with green food coloring,avacado, green goldfish (I bought a colored bag of goldfish and picked out the green ones), green jello, green rice and sprite with green food coloring and a lime on the side of the glass (Brody said it was spicy- meaning the carbonation). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3091272945023098885?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3091272945023098885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3091272945023098885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3091272945023098885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3091272945023098885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-pattys-day-food.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day Food'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/-FI9rh9E683w/TZMe1p_goZI/AAAAAAAABbE/_DciuMPOJH4/s72-c/IMG00292-20110317-0800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-9171326727295226814</id><published>2011-03-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:23:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0abDZGqE8G8/TY_dP8OF_XI/AAAAAAAABa0/LtMR75rXPlE/s1600/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588928928523091314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0abDZGqE8G8/TY_dP8OF_XI/AAAAAAAABa0/LtMR75rXPlE/s400/IMG_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started blogging for many reasons. One being that I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;completely failed&lt;/span&gt; at scrapbooking any memories of my childrens lives... in fact, the very thought of it now is just overwhelming. Another was so that people that dont live close to us can see what goes on in our day to day lives... except that these days, my blogging is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; so day to day as it is week to week or even month to month... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted a way to document &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; things we do, so that when my kids get older and think all I ever do is make them clean their rooms and do homework, I can show them&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; the fun things we really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one of the main reasons I started blogging was for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; myself&lt;/span&gt;.... because I happen to know that most of the things I write on this blog, are for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, for my memories, and for all the things I want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hold onto&lt;/span&gt; in my kids lives... the things I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; want to forget... the precious moments that only happen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; in a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just came home from an amazing week long vacation to Florida. Yes, there will be several posts about it and yes, I took a rediculous amount of pictures... but this trip was not about the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; things for me. It wasnt about watching Reagan be transformed into a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt; at the Bippity Boppity Boutique or watching Brody meet his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all time hero&lt;/span&gt;- Buzz Lightyear... it was about my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; kids&lt;/span&gt;, and the overwhelming feeling of being their mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about watching them play together and see that they are truly becoming the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best of friends&lt;/span&gt;. It was about looking at them and wondering where the time has gone... where my babies went but being excited about the future of continuing to watch them grow and develope. It was the moment of sheer emotion when Reagan described her favorite part of the trip as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"just being with you"&lt;/span&gt; while hugging Stephen and I, and Brody's sweet voice at the dinner table the night we got home saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"your the best mommy ever"&lt;/span&gt; even though the only edible thing in our house was ramen noodles and pickles. It was about holding them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; to me at night and smelling them, and being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;completely in awe&lt;/span&gt; of the little people that they are becoming. Their are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no words&lt;/span&gt; to describe the love I have for my kids, but I cant imagine &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;forgetting that feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-9171326727295226814?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9171326727295226814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=9171326727295226814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9171326727295226814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9171326727295226814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-started-blogging-for-many-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0abDZGqE8G8/TY_dP8OF_XI/AAAAAAAABa0/LtMR75rXPlE/s72-c/IMG_3429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4337751132212711628</id><published>2011-03-14T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:47:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu6KI4ljUzg/TX4ZQe-sQRI/AAAAAAAABas/8JP6C-wP8gA/s1600/336222.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583928358970605842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu6KI4ljUzg/TX4ZQe-sQRI/AAAAAAAABas/8JP6C-wP8gA/s400/336222.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amawJOae4I8/TX4ZLxjw-LI/AAAAAAAABak/fVN6Zz5fbLA/s1600/336222.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dobson&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I have read your book... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;. I feel the need to tell you that you have&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt; idea what your talking about. I read your examples of "extreme cases" of strong willed children and... well... can I just say... why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you come to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; house for a few days... then you will really know what an "extreme case" is. Actually, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know if my Reagan fits into the category of "extreme cases"... she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;breaks the mold&lt;/span&gt; and stands in a world all her own when it comes to strong-willed children. Come to my house and you will truly see what a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;-willed child is... and then maybe you can write a book that I will read and find the least bit useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan's exhausted mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I feel the need to add here that I can appreciate the fact that Reagan is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; willed - she comes by it honestly and I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt; it will be to her advantage... I just wish I knew how to better deal with it right now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3458639960494086482-4337751132212711628?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4337751132212711628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4337751132212711628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4337751132212711628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4337751132212711628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu6KI4ljUzg/TX4ZQe-sQRI/AAAAAAAABas/8JP6C-wP8gA/s72-c/336222.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-2577271399461291301</id><published>2011-03-10T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:17:58.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>Well I am officially a "Soccer Mom" minus the mini-van... I will never own a mini-van (there... its written in stone, someone show me this if I ever mention owning a mini-van). I actually hate that term... what does it even mean? Does it mean you have a mini-van and go to soccer all the time, or just any sporting practice all the time, while shuffling around kids and grabbing fast food for dinner because your so busy going from one thing to the next? Does it mean you have all sorts of stuff falling from your car as the doors open up because your car has become your new home ( I have had crap falling out of my car as the doors opened ling before I even had children so maybe thats not accurate).&lt;br /&gt;      Anyway, last week Reagan started soccer. It took some convincing once she realized she couldnt wear a tu-tu to play in but I got her a soccer shirt with some bling and pink shin-guards and that seemed to satisfy her. Her team only has 6 kids on it and only 3 play on the field per team at a time. She had fun, which at 4 years old, is all I really expect from this. I think its good to let them try lots of things in the beginning to figure out what they really like.&lt;br /&gt;     She turns cartwheels on the field, she celebrates like a crazy woman anytime she kicks it in the goal (which isnt to hard to do since they dont even play with a goalie at this age) and she already thinks she is the best soccer player ever (I would say that mentality come from her daddy) but she is having fun, getting exercise and getting some experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I would say that makes being labeled a "soccer-mom" pretty worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HC9ZINcz0xM/TXk8UeB9G4I/AAAAAAAABac/_F08gzKUcUc/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582559535458753410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HC9ZINcz0xM/TXk8UeB9G4I/AAAAAAAABac/_F08gzKUcUc/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwaKNwFBiec/TXk8Tn6reoI/AAAAAAAABaU/gh1fazUe1CE/s1600/IMG_3278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582559520932723330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwaKNwFBiec/TXk8Tn6reoI/AAAAAAAABaU/gh1fazUe1CE/s320/IMG_3278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JTVcikAdWw/TXk8TNVT2GI/AAAAAAAABaM/jeNO36GTaYU/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582559513796663394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JTVcikAdWw/TXk8TNVT2GI/AAAAAAAABaM/jeNO36GTaYU/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Oh and to make it even more exciting (insert sarcastic voice here) I got nominated to be team mom because... well... I stay at home with my kids and dont have real job to go to during the daytime. Yes, that actually came out of Reagans coaches mouth... her coach that happens to be a WOMAN! Seriously? I wanted to take Reagans soccer ball and .... well you get the idea.&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/3458639960494086482-2577271399461291301?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2577271399461291301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2577271399461291301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2577271399461291301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2577271399461291301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HC9ZINcz0xM/TXk8UeB9G4I/AAAAAAAABac/_F08gzKUcUc/s72-c/IMG_3289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-9056836085864664652</id><published>2011-03-02T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:26:58.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Battle of the Wills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zWggB10k7E/TW7jVfHBf7I/AAAAAAAABaE/xInqjo2_0bo/s1600/IMG00284-20110302-1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579646946626338738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zWggB10k7E/TW7jVfHBf7I/AAAAAAAABaE/xInqjo2_0bo/s400/IMG00284-20110302-1858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is Brody- trying to outlast his mama... little did he know, I wold have sat there all night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     I am not a big fan of making your kids eat EVERYTHING on their plate. I think that teaches them an unhealthy habit of eating just because there is food in front of them. I am however a huge believer in making my kids at least "try" everything on their plate.... that is until I had Brody unload the entire contents of his stomach into his dinner plate after forcing him to try a bite of a green bean. After that I cooled it with making him try things... He has proven, on several occasions, that he has an easy gag reflex. He gags if he cries to hard or coughs to hard so making him eat something I know he wont like (mainly green vegetables) will only result in me cleaning up vomit at the dinner table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Tonight I made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tilapia&lt;/span&gt;. Stephen hates fish (actually I am pretty sure he has never tried it) but my kids love it... and so do I. It was a pretty standard dinner... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt;, wild rice, fresh green beans, and fruit salad. I wasn't going to make the mistake of making Brody eat a green bean again so he only got fish, rice and fruit salad on his plate. He devoured the fish... I mean he literally ate it in record time and asked for more. He had a few bites of rice and then went on to proclaim his utter disgust for the fruit salad on his plate. (I mean seriously?... this kid just got done eating almost 2 entire fillets of fish and he is going to fight me on fruit salad which consisted of pineapple, honeydew melon, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;, and strawberries all cut up really small kind of like a chunky salsa...please!) So I dug my heels in and told him he had to try one bite before he could get down. I knew he liked the fruit that was in it and that he wouldn't gag it up but he was just being stubborn ( hey- he comes by that stubbornness honestly).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     45 minutes later he finally took a bite. Let me just say here that Brody is pretty even tempered... Reagan is a different story, but Brody is pretty mellow most of the time but when this kid throws a tantrum its like a different child overtakes his body and he goes crazy! He fought me tooth and nail tonight, only to take a bite after 45 minutes and say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; this is yummy" and take 3 more bites. The best comment of the night was when he looked at me and said, with big crocodile tears running down his cheeks, "Mommy I don't want to have Hulk muscles!" (sometimes when I am trying to get him to eat something I will tell him it will make him strong like hulk muscles since he really likes The Hulk right now).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     I also need to say here that I am not a big fan of fighting my kids to the death about things... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do it often. I believe in choosing my battles and letting go of the rest of it... but I also believe you "Say what you mean and mean what you say". Maybe next time  he will remember that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-9056836085864664652?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9056836085864664652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=9056836085864664652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9056836085864664652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9056836085864664652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/battle-of-wills.html' title='A Battle of the Wills'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/-3zWggB10k7E/TW7jVfHBf7I/AAAAAAAABaE/xInqjo2_0bo/s72-c/IMG00284-20110302-1858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5997366917874285954</id><published>2011-02-24T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:38:42.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back... and on track (maybe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EWl6mR1fF0/TWcHd-YO8qI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HmYc4lA7kbg/s1600/b%2B%252856%2Bof%2B113%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577434875063890594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EWl6mR1fF0/TWcHd-YO8qI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HmYc4lA7kbg/s320/b%2B%252856%2Bof%2B113%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always see people updating their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status with "Updating the family blog" or "I am starting a new blog"... hell my mother has even started a blog (who would have ever thought). It always makes me a little sad when I see that because I know I have been such a slacker the past year with ours.... and I really wish i hadn't, but alas, life is getting more and more hectic and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forsee&lt;/span&gt; that ever stopping, in fact I am sure it will only become crazier as my kids get into more things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have two options:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I can tediously try and update you on everything that has happened in the past year : Brody turned 2 Reagan turned 4 (even though they are about to turn 3 and 5 soon) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, vacations, football season etc.... you get the idea. The problem with this is that I fear I will spend the next 3 months trying to catch you up which will only put me more behind... see people, this is why you should keep up with your blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Just start fresh... start with whats going on now and if I want to highlight something of the past then so be it (it is my blog right?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say the second option is sounding good. So here we go... The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wootens&lt;/span&gt; World Take 2 (or 556 million... however long it takes, I will eventually get it right... or die trying.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5997366917874285954?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5997366917874285954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5997366917874285954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5997366917874285954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5997366917874285954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back-and-on-track-maybe.html' title='I&apos;m back... and on track (maybe)'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/-1EWl6mR1fF0/TWcHd-YO8qI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HmYc4lA7kbg/s72-c/b%2B%252856%2Bof%2B113%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3286981403425702857</id><published>2010-09-28T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:00:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us</title><content type='html'>It has been a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; week... I have been packing for a trip for the past few days, Stephen has been working a lot, which leaves me taking care of both kids all day and night by myself... on top of that Brody is on his 3rd round of antibiotics for an ear infection that wont go away, meaning we are preparing to have tubes put back in his ears when we get back in town... so needless to say I have been a bit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frazzled&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tonight I was getting the kids ready for bed, which is always tricky by myself because they never want to read the same books and both have their own bedtime routine that is usually fine if there is one parent to each child. Tonight Reagan made it very easy for me because she was very busy "writing" in this blank journal that she had found. After I got Brody to bed and went and found her she proceeded to show me the book that she had just written. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt; white page had been scribbled on with green marker. I asked her if she would read it to me and that is where the story starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As I am sitting there listening to the book it was like one of those cartoons when there is a little angel and devil on each shoulder. (I feel the need to intreject and say that I dont know that really one was an angel and devil but there were definitely two different sides of me present for this book reading). One side of me was a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; that I had to sit there and listen to every single page of this 150 page journal because I had so much to do, the other side of me was saying to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stop and enjoy this moment&lt;/span&gt;... it wont be long before she doesnt want me to put her to bed anymore. I am so glad that I made the "annoyed me" poof away because what I experienced with Reagan for the next 20 minutes was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pure magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She had written an&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; entire&lt;/span&gt; book about God and Jesus. A few excerts from the book include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; We love God from everything to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; God is so special and we love him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; God made the whole world and all the trees and the sun and he messed up a little when he made bugs but we still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Jesus is Gods son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;God is so beautiful to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; We love Jesus so so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;  God is in our hearts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You get the idea. It was sweet and innocent and precious but the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; was yet to come. About halfway through the book she stopped and looked at me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I see God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "You do?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"He talks to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she goes on to tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"What does he say?" &lt;/span&gt;I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And without missing a beat she looked up at me and said,&lt;/span&gt; "You are my angel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly everything else in the world didn't matter because that moment was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; God talks to Reagan... and I believe he thinks she is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; angel, but I also know that she is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***I realize it has been forever since I posted last and I dont know when I will post again but this was one of those moments that I didnt want to forget... so I had to jot it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3286981403425702857?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3286981403425702857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3286981403425702857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3286981403425702857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3286981403425702857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8222473403106402696</id><published>2010-05-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:43:48.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>A few years ago Stephen bought this shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9xY9rrM_RI/AAAAAAAABZk/AOjngY3NI48/s1600/IMG_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341864440134930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9xY9rrM_RI/AAAAAAAABZk/AOjngY3NI48/s400/IMG_2699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wears it around the house and to sleep in and I think it's pretty funny but it is really funny when Reagan gives her interpretation on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: "That shirt is when mommy and daddy got married."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why does daddy have a sad face?"&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: "Because he isn't the boss anymore because he married mommy."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why is mommy smiling?"&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: "Because she is the boss and she tricked daddy into marrying her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If she only knew....&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/3458639960494086482-8222473403106402696?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8222473403106402696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8222473403106402696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8222473403106402696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8222473403106402696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9xY9rrM_RI/AAAAAAAABZk/AOjngY3NI48/s72-c/IMG_2699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3581897668271842133</id><published>2010-04-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:19:17.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Room</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Brody's big boy room. It turned out great and he loves his big boy bed. I built and covered the cornace boards over the windows and my grandma sewed me the black pillow shams  and the "G" pillow to match his bed spread. Stephen loves it and so does Brody so thats all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5Ex1VJSI/AAAAAAAABZc/bPWukUyty0Y/s1600/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465251270817555746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5Ex1VJSI/AAAAAAAABZc/bPWukUyty0Y/s400/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5Eb6JejI/AAAAAAAABZU/J6bOlk7YaoM/s1600/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465251264932182578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5Eb6JejI/AAAAAAAABZU/J6bOlk7YaoM/s400/IMG_2649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5DlaqkxI/AAAAAAAABZM/MekXVtdnKFM/s1600/IMG_2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465251250304619282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5DlaqkxI/AAAAAAAABZM/MekXVtdnKFM/s400/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5DCxNrGI/AAAAAAAABZE/okADa6MExUI/s1600/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465251241003953250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5DCxNrGI/AAAAAAAABZE/okADa6MExUI/s400/IMG_2652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5CpbJs6I/AAAAAAAABY8/ejbhgPRE8DE/s1600/IMG_2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465251234200531874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5CpbJs6I/AAAAAAAABY8/ejbhgPRE8DE/s400/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3581897668271842133?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3581897668271842133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3581897668271842133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3581897668271842133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3581897668271842133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-boy-room.html' title='Big Boy Room'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9h5Ex1VJSI/AAAAAAAABZc/bPWukUyty0Y/s72-c/IMG_2647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3588710306942529544</id><published>2010-04-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:58:42.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snot Shirts</title><content type='html'>One of the things I gave up when I became a mommy was "looking cute." My tight low rise jeans were replaced with looser higher wasted ones, and my shirts that barely graced the top of my pants had to be thrown out to make room for the longer ones that didnt show my stomach or back everytime I bent over to pick a screaming child off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong... I dont look like a slob all the time but with two small kids at home it seems like the amount of time I have to spend on myself is far less than it used to be. I am lucky to take a shower most days, much less dry my hair, put on makeup and god-forbid put on a pair of pants that dont have an elastic waist. I usually look nice for the appropriate things: church, date-night, and school functions of Reagans, but other than that I find that I dot really care what I look like if we are just playing around the house all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while though, Stephen and I get away for a few days and I remind myself, and more importantly, my husband, that I dont always look like a bum. (Although Stephen swears he likes me best with my hair up, my sweats on, and no make-up on).  We went to Las Vegas a few weeks ago for Stephens birthday. It was a much needed trip for both of us and we had so much fun with eachother. Just me and him, doing whatever we wanted, on whatever time table we wanted. We layed out at the pool, walked the strip, shopped, went to a few shows,took as long as we wanted to get ready, and took hours, yes I said HOURS, to eat our meals. The weather was perfect and so was the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little trips like this that make me realize just how in love I am with Stephen. How pefect we are for eachother and how I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with him, traveling, laughing, and growing together. He is a great father, but he is also an amazing husband. We love our kids beyond measure, but every once in a while, its nice to just get away fom it all and remember the days when every shirt I put on didn't have snot on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxxy150aI/AAAAAAAABY0/qbiIG03Omk0/s1600/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465243248089485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxxy150aI/AAAAAAAABY0/qbiIG03Omk0/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxxOGU4mI/AAAAAAAABYs/CQN52x5SQIM/s1600/IMG_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465243238226256482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxxOGU4mI/AAAAAAAABYs/CQN52x5SQIM/s400/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really a dress I could take care of kids in... barely a dress I could move in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxwie40GI/AAAAAAAABYk/yX6JBIn_EVo/s1600/IMG_2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465243226518114402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxwie40GI/AAAAAAAABYk/yX6JBIn_EVo/s400/IMG_2666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were by ourselves we didnt really take very many pictures... so here are a few of the ones we did take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-3588710306942529544?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3588710306942529544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3588710306942529544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3588710306942529544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3588710306942529544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/snot-shirts.html' title='Snot Shirts'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9hxxy150aI/AAAAAAAABY0/qbiIG03Omk0/s72-c/IMG_2672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4912610928509511944</id><published>2010-04-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:55:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody Jammin' Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ae3604ca5fc2057" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ae3604ca5fc2057%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BEBCF44A7C0395781B9647F416702A5C6AD3EDE.BE242141E18F3130AE5FEA98F640EB326D3C9A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ae3604ca5fc2057%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7-4TMh9i3k1pru9-P9Fo6eEnKUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ae3604ca5fc2057%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BEBCF44A7C0395781B9647F416702A5C6AD3EDE.BE242141E18F3130AE5FEA98F640EB326D3C9A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ae3604ca5fc2057%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7-4TMh9i3k1pru9-P9Fo6eEnKUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-4912610928509511944?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4912610928509511944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4912610928509511944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4912610928509511944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4912610928509511944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/brody-jammin-out.html' title='Brody Jammin&apos; Out'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-2527735685859479542</id><published>2010-04-27T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:56:27.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagans Wedding Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; came in the mail:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9cosZFqmKI/AAAAAAAABYc/OmqEP8P1rBc/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464881415951390882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9cosZFqmKI/AAAAAAAABYc/OmqEP8P1rBc/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To some of you this may not seem like a big deal... but to those of you who know Reagan, you know that this is the dress she is getting married in (or at least that is what she thinks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a few months back, my sister Megan got engaged and she asked Reagan to be her flower girl. That meant nothing to Reagan until I showed her the dress she would be wearing when Megan got married. That is when Reagan decided that, and I quote "When Meggie gets married, I will get married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is to Damian, sometimes Brody, sometimes Daddy but by gosh, when Megan gets married she gets to wear the "most beautiful white dress and get married too" Now if only I can figure out how to convince her that this day will be about Megan and not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly... how in the world am I going to keep her out of this dress until August. She has already requested to wear it 3 times and it just arrived an hour ago...we are in for a long few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-2527735685859479542?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2527735685859479542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2527735685859479542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2527735685859479542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2527735685859479542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-this-came-in-mail-to-some-of-you.html' title='Reagans Wedding Dress'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9cosZFqmKI/AAAAAAAABYc/OmqEP8P1rBc/s72-c/IMG_2695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1611911918647586636</id><published>2010-04-22T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:55:28.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only time will tell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9Dpkgkt4KI/AAAAAAAABYQ/L72q8yxTyJI/s1600/04_22_4.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463123161428910242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9Dpkgkt4KI/AAAAAAAABYQ/L72q8yxTyJI/s400/04_22_4.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9DpkOsI2II/AAAAAAAABYI/EJN7ollP62c/s1600/04_22_3.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463123156628199554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9DpkOsI2II/AAAAAAAABYI/EJN7ollP62c/s400/04_22_3.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9Dpj1YDmDI/AAAAAAAABYA/XPNC2MUc4sg/s1600/04_22_2.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463123149833082930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9Dpj1YDmDI/AAAAAAAABYA/XPNC2MUc4sg/s400/04_22_2.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; is a funny thing. It always seems to do the exact opposite of what you want it to. When you want it to go by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt;, it takes forever. When you want it to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slow down&lt;/span&gt;, it flies by. But I guarantee that if you ask any mom, on any given birthday, of any given child, they will all say the same thing....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "it has gone by so fast." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats because for the most part, while we spend so much of our"time" worrying about and planning for other "time" the time we have right in font of us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slowly slips away&lt;/span&gt;, and right in front of our eyes.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's gone&lt;/span&gt;. And we cant get it back. No matter how hard we try. Events pass, people grow up, lives change and at the end of all of it, you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; when it all happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;... I am one of those parents. Today, Brody turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; And while I can remember his birth like it was yesterday, I have to wonder how this happened &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so quickly&lt;/span&gt;. How in what seems like such a short amount of time, he has grown up. (I realize 2 is not exactly grown up) but nonetheless.... here I am, wondering where all the time has gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant go back, I cant slow down, or speed up the clock, but what I can do is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; cherish every moment&lt;/span&gt;, every second. Hold on to, take it in, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;try as hard as I can&lt;/span&gt; to remember it. I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to see what the next year will bring with Brody. He is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. I am blessed and humbled everyday that he is mine, part of me, part of Stephen, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;part of something bigger...&lt;/span&gt; and only time will tell what that will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you Brody! Happy Birthday&lt;/span&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/3458639960494086482-1611911918647586636?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1611911918647586636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1611911918647586636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1611911918647586636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1611911918647586636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-is-funny-thing.html' title='Only time will tell...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S9Dpkgkt4KI/AAAAAAAABYQ/L72q8yxTyJI/s72-c/04_22_4.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1651423710852953160</id><published>2010-04-07T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:54:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still alive... just really behind... Happy Belated Easter!</title><content type='html'>My good friend, and photographer, Heidi had a special easter session with real bunnies and chicks and since the kids never want to smile for pictures as we are rushing out the door for church on Easter sunday I decided to have this done. So here are a few shots from the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been MIA lately and I do plan to catch you all up on whats been going on but for now... Happy Belated Easter.... here are my cuties in their Easter clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S7433lD2u-I/AAAAAAAABX4/ocE9LZMGMeI/s1600/(40+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457861226400234466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S7433lD2u-I/AAAAAAAABX4/ocE9LZMGMeI/s400/(40+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bunnies just sat in the basket... the didnt jump out or anything... Reagan thought they were pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S7433NesUHI/AAAAAAAABXw/4oDM0NAgXJk/s1600/(43+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457861220070346866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S7433NesUHI/AAAAAAAABXw/4oDM0NAgXJk/s400/(43+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74rarzc2gI/AAAAAAAABXo/4M73UcXDIFI/s1600/(48+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457847535854737922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74rarzc2gI/AAAAAAAABXo/4M73UcXDIFI/s400/(48+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chicks made me a little nervous. They were so tiny and fragile I kept thinking one of them would either end up stepped on or dead by the end of the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74rZiIHRdI/AAAAAAAABXg/e3fyjj5tjYY/s1600/(51+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457847516077180370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74rZiIHRdI/AAAAAAAABXg/e3fyjj5tjYY/s400/(51+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Reagan working the camera... dont as me where she gets this stuff from =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74rZEGP8EI/AAAAAAAABXY/Qs02O44WLyI/s1600/(59+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457847508016296002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74rZEGP8EI/AAAAAAAABXY/Qs02O44WLyI/s400/(59+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best shot we got of the two of them... Brody is not really into taking pictures with Reagan... maybe thats because she is either meaner than spit to him or so sweet to him that she about hugs his head off... either way seems to annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74jYetKOTI/AAAAAAAABXI/4F_aFzQcpd8/s1600/(80+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457838701885929778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74jYetKOTI/AAAAAAAABXI/4F_aFzQcpd8/s400/(80+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a hndsome little guys dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74jXgfLP_I/AAAAAAAABXA/QzdeBAVR0kU/s1600/(87+of+950).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457838685184278514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S74jXgfLP_I/AAAAAAAABXA/QzdeBAVR0kU/s400/(87+of+950).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not so sure about the bunnies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-1651423710852953160?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1651423710852953160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1651423710852953160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1651423710852953160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1651423710852953160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-still-alive-just-really-behind.html' title='We are still alive... just really behind... Happy Belated Easter!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S7433lD2u-I/AAAAAAAABX4/ocE9LZMGMeI/s72-c/(40+of+950).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4471574555873298092</id><published>2010-02-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:21:09.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats are in order!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Megan, my little sister, just got engaged last weekend! He is a great guy and I am so excited for them. Now it's time to plan a wedding =)&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/3458639960494086482-4471574555873298092?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4471574555873298092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4471574555873298092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4471574555873298092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4471574555873298092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/congrats-are-in-order.html' title='Congrats are in order!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3174616002742379824</id><published>2010-02-18T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:18:35.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Well I kept thinking that I would get around to uploading a lot more pictures from Magic Kingdom but every time I turn around something else comes up and I am busy with a million things. It doesnt appear that it's letting up any time soon but I will try and blog as much as I can. Here are a few pictures from Magic Kingdom. It was a little colder than I had hoped in the morning but it warmed up as the day went on. We had lunch with the princesses and I will post pictures of that another time. We had a fun time, although I think we were a little bit spoiled by our first trip because the first time we went the kids were so well behaved that it made it seem like they were a little more cranky this time. Neither of them wanted to ride in the stroller so we ended up pushing around our snack-bag all day. The kids lasted longer this time but it was till only until about 4:00. All in all it was a fun day but I think we will wait a while before we go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hkjZiOfI/AAAAAAAABWw/Kqsg1VvTtDI/s1600-h/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439681574283131378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hkjZiOfI/AAAAAAAABWw/Kqsg1VvTtDI/s400/IMG_2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and Daddy on Dumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hkSubKMI/AAAAAAAABWo/4U7McjDz6JQ/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439681569807345858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hkSubKMI/AAAAAAAABWo/4U7McjDz6JQ/s400/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody on Dumbo (well actually it's the the one they have sitting out specifically for pictures but same difference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hj_UBV4I/AAAAAAAABWg/YOZAzY8Pn0Q/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439681564596328322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hj_UBV4I/AAAAAAAABWg/YOZAzY8Pn0Q/s400/IMG_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kind of sums up how they felt that day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hjnYIn6I/AAAAAAAABWY/C8m756NCspk/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439681558171131810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hjnYIn6I/AAAAAAAABWY/C8m756NCspk/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan LOVED Minnie's house. We had to walk through it 3 times. Do you think it could have been all the pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32bsmIvcJI/AAAAAAAABWA/WntK0ccJW7w/s1600-h/IMG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439675115387187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32bsmIvcJI/AAAAAAAABWA/WntK0ccJW7w/s400/IMG_2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us with Mickey and Minnie (the lines to see character were so much shorter this time around so it was really nice. We didnt even see Mickey and Minnie at Magic Kingdom this past summe because it was like a 2 hour wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32bsRC_uqI/AAAAAAAABV4/I_4nz_dXV7o/s1600-h/IMG_2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439675109725944482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32bsRC_uqI/AAAAAAAABV4/I_4nz_dXV7o/s400/IMG_2517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody on a random play area for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32br6KEUNI/AAAAAAAABVw/jp3dWtS6FEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439675103581589714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32br6KEUNI/AAAAAAAABVw/jp3dWtS6FEQ/s400/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving the park (Reagan was passed out in the stroller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-3174616002742379824?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3174616002742379824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3174616002742379824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3174616002742379824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3174616002742379824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/magic-kingdom.html' title='Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S32hkjZiOfI/AAAAAAAABWw/Kqsg1VvTtDI/s72-c/IMG_2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8296861423998932670</id><published>2010-02-15T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:46:54.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Augustine / Alligator Farm</title><content type='html'>Stephens grandparents live close to St. Augustine so while we were in Florida we decided to go meet them for lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt;. After lunch (my kids were being kind of wild so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; manage to take any pictures) we stopped at an Alligator Farm. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really sure what to expect but the kids had a fun time and we practically had the whole park to ourselves. There were mostly alligators, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crocodiles&lt;/span&gt; and exotic birds and stuff. We got there just in time for a feeding (which was totally disgusting). We stayed for a few hours and then got home just in time for dinner and bedtime. It was great to see Stephens grandparents and cousin and eat at the yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colombian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg1Wfr0nI/AAAAAAAABVo/yKJQiXOo1Yk/s1600-h/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438554863458570866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg1Wfr0nI/AAAAAAAABVo/yKJQiXOo1Yk/s400/IMG_2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg0z4M3EI/AAAAAAAABVg/PiZ-agIqCfs/s1600-h/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438554854166158402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg0z4M3EI/AAAAAAAABVg/PiZ-agIqCfs/s400/IMG_2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Reagan&lt;/span&gt; rounded the corner and saw this sitting there she jumped back pretty far. She thought it was real at first. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg0ScosgI/AAAAAAAABVY/BPc6Q1ntJQk/s1600-h/IMG_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438554845192172034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg0ScosgI/AAAAAAAABVY/BPc6Q1ntJQk/s400/IMG_2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody thought the alligator was pretty cool and we had a hard time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; him away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mgzyZuwVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pRCusrL26oE/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438554836590051666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mgzyZuwVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pRCusrL26oE/s400/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mgzkRZTZI/AAAAAAAABVI/u58MKYf0ZKw/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438554832796994962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mgzkRZTZI/AAAAAAAABVI/u58MKYf0ZKw/s400/IMG_2461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephen, Brody, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Paw Paw&lt;/span&gt; Ray and Reagan after lunch in St. Augustine. We were going to take a ride on a horse drawn carriage around the town until we realized that Brody wanted to ride the horse and not in the carriage. It was pretty cold that day but Reagan insisted on wearing a dress. I made her change before we went into the gator farm.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8296861423998932670?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8296861423998932670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8296861423998932670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8296861423998932670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8296861423998932670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/st-augustine.html' title='St. Augustine / Alligator Farm'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mg1Wfr0nI/AAAAAAAABVo/yKJQiXOo1Yk/s72-c/IMG_2483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4267542565574411416</id><published>2010-02-15T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:17:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Rex</title><content type='html'>At Downtown Disney there is this really great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restraunt&lt;/span&gt; called T-Rex. It has all these huge dinosaurs all over it and they move and growl. The whole thing is decorated with like big rocks and caves. If you have ever been to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rainforest&lt;/span&gt; Cafe its a lot like that except for dinosaur oriented. The kids really liked it. Brody was especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enamered&lt;/span&gt; with the HUGE dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mb9-xe1NI/AAAAAAAABVA/CPvs3khjy6E/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438549514151449810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mb9-xe1NI/AAAAAAAABVA/CPvs3khjy6E/s400/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had this little area for kids that had big dinosaur bone hidden in this rocky sand and the kids could use a paint brush and pretend to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;archeologist's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brush&lt;/span&gt; away the sand to find different parts of the bones.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mb9R70BpI/AAAAAAAABU4/2rz1sT6Woug/s1600-h/IMG_2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438549502115186322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mb9R70BpI/AAAAAAAABU4/2rz1sT6Woug/s400/IMG_2452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was the kids faorite part... that and they had a Build-A-Dinosaur (its like Build-A-Bear) except with dinosaurs and both the kids built a dinosaur and thought it was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maF0YjBFI/AAAAAAAABUw/zELx3-q3C0g/s1600-h/IMG_2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438547449778209874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maF0YjBFI/AAAAAAAABUw/zELx3-q3C0g/s400/IMG_2450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan and Brody outside in the kids play area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maFiLWhrI/AAAAAAAABUo/NhUKKc7Cw5s/s1600-h/IMG_2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438547444891027122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maFiLWhrI/AAAAAAAABUo/NhUKKc7Cw5s/s400/IMG_2440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maFGFwF_I/AAAAAAAABUg/fveXSOdbk1U/s1600-h/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438547437351344114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maFGFwF_I/AAAAAAAABUg/fveXSOdbk1U/s400/IMG_2439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody and Stephen- Brody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so sure about when the dinosaurs started moving and growling. He really liked touching them as long as they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maEzUIK4I/AAAAAAAABUY/8tfSTW3pywM/s1600-h/IMG_2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438547432311368578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maEzUIK4I/AAAAAAAABUY/8tfSTW3pywM/s400/IMG_2438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the dinosaurs near our table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maEo-_7NI/AAAAAAAABUQ/umSDgcjcdCE/s1600-h/IMG_2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438547429538393298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3maEo-_7NI/AAAAAAAABUQ/umSDgcjcdCE/s400/IMG_2437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another dinosaur near our table.&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/3458639960494086482-4267542565574411416?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4267542565574411416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4267542565574411416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4267542565574411416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4267542565574411416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/t-rex.html' title='T-Rex'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mb9-xe1NI/AAAAAAAABVA/CPvs3khjy6E/s72-c/IMG_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-681450398611500935</id><published>2010-02-15T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:45:58.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Mickey</title><content type='html'>I know I know.... these pictures are way past due and I have totally been slacking on the blogging but it has taken so long to get back into the normal daily routine... I have no idea why but nonetheless here is our trip to Florida in several instalments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day there we had breakfst with Mickey and some of his friends. I have to say that the breakfast was GREAT. It was a buffet and they had things like Mickey Mouse shaped waffles and pretty much any other thing you could imagine at a breakfast buffet. I wish I was more of a breakfast person because I would have eaten a whole lot more! Reagan loved all of it and while Brody was a little reserved when it came to the characters he didnt do nearly as bad as I thought he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mVGKdCl6I/AAAAAAAABUI/LKS4PbthkD4/s1600-h/02_15_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438541958144497570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mVGKdCl6I/AAAAAAAABUI/LKS4PbthkD4/s400/02_15_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family with Chef Mickey (you would think that with as much as the breakfast cost they could have had a real Mickey to take pictures with...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mUAWHE2eI/AAAAAAAABUA/aOGvm5K6ieE/s1600-h/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438540758682753506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mUAWHE2eI/AAAAAAAABUA/aOGvm5K6ieE/s400/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and Pluto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT_5SJIHI/AAAAAAAABT4/tLg6Nvaxm6U/s1600-h/IMG_2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438540750944542834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT_5SJIHI/AAAAAAAABT4/tLg6Nvaxm6U/s400/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and Minnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT_pSiumI/AAAAAAAABTw/bXexCP3WWBY/s1600-h/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438540746651253346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT_pSiumI/AAAAAAAABTw/bXexCP3WWBY/s400/IMG_2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Donald Duck (Brody is actually running away from Donald in this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT_byqX_I/AAAAAAAABTo/Bqk4pnP3mDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438540743027875826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT_byqX_I/AAAAAAAABTo/Bqk4pnP3mDQ/s400/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT-_WPsCI/AAAAAAAABTg/13xb7Tk5LUM/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438540735392493602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mT-_WPsCI/AAAAAAAABTg/13xb7Tk5LUM/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofy (I think Goofy was Brody's favorite seeing as how he got the closest to Goofy without running away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember those oh-so-cute autograph books I made before we left... well I left them at the condo... at least I remebered the camera.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-681450398611500935?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/681450398611500935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=681450398611500935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/681450398611500935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/681450398611500935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/breakfast-with-mickey.html' title='Breakfast with Mickey'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S3mVGKdCl6I/AAAAAAAABUI/LKS4PbthkD4/s72-c/02_15_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-7968050957125555748</id><published>2010-01-27T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:10:14.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the lips of Reagan</title><content type='html'>At Reagan's school this month they are talking about dads. (They do this every year because they aren't in school during June which is when Fathers Day is). Tomorrow night they are having a big "Donuts for Dad" event at her school where she will sing a song and then go have donuts with Stephen. I think she has made him some art projects and fun things to give him at the thing. Today in Reagan's book-bag they sent home a little questionaire type things her teachers did with each child about their dads. Here is Reagans responses (her answers are in italics and bold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is:&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; years old.&lt;br /&gt;My dad likes to: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mess with his phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is funny when he: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is silly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always says, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; football is not boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this will say when they ask her about mommy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-7968050957125555748?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7968050957125555748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7968050957125555748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7968050957125555748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7968050957125555748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-lips-of-reagan.html' title='From the lips of Reagan'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-7689791678374572634</id><published>2010-01-26T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:11:07.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough to do....</title><content type='html'>As if I dont have enough to do with packing and getting ready for our Disney trip next week (see you didnt even know we were going to Disney did you? That's because I am so behind with all the other thing I am doing lately)... I decided to make (yes make) the autograph books for my kids. Crazy? Yes. But they came out so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19ZnVFA2DI/AAAAAAAABTY/nqHwFC4TWvo/s1600-h/IMG_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431158207840049202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19ZnVFA2DI/AAAAAAAABTY/nqHwFC4TWvo/s400/IMG_4797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19Zm7HlHhI/AAAAAAAABTQ/wheD8WJ3AIU/s1600-h/IMG_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431158200871493138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19Zm7HlHhI/AAAAAAAABTQ/wheD8WJ3AIU/s400/IMG_4798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19ZmrKZsiI/AAAAAAAABTI/cQsAOvtHjWo/s1600-h/IMG_4799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431158196588360226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19ZmrKZsiI/AAAAAAAABTI/cQsAOvtHjWo/s400/IMG_4799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3458639960494086482-7689791678374572634?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7689791678374572634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7689791678374572634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7689791678374572634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7689791678374572634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-if-i-dont-have-enough-to-do-with.html' title='Not enough to do....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S19ZnVFA2DI/AAAAAAAABTY/nqHwFC4TWvo/s72-c/IMG_4797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-9167267350388922577</id><published>2010-01-25T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:12:48.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S15w5wRBVgI/AAAAAAAABTA/HOavTmRRMFk/s1600-h/IMG_4795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430902338166543874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S15w5wRBVgI/AAAAAAAABTA/HOavTmRRMFk/s400/IMG_4795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is Brody&lt;/span&gt;. (Please ignore the snotty nose)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;except that he is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a baby anymore... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it makes me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like in the last few months he has gone from a baby to a little boy and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how it all happened so quickly. He is talking (a lot) and really forming this little (but gigantic) personality. He loves to dance (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hakuna&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matata&lt;/span&gt; is his current favorite). He still LOVES horses and Gerald (another post to come about this). He likes Handy Manny and animals. He is good at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imitating&lt;/span&gt; . He can count to ten and knows a few letters. He loves to play Ready. Set. Go. (This is where he takes off running around the room until you come and get him.) He loves to be outside and hates having his diaper changed. He loves going "Bye-Bye" even if he has no idea where we are going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is still super attached to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lovie&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; asked for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; since we gave it up. He is HUGE... he is already wearing a 3T in most clothes. He weighs 30 lbs and while I am not sure of his exact height, he is at least a head taller than most of the kids he plays with. He loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt; class and hates fruit (he gets that from his daddy). He already has his two year old molars ( and has had them for a few months now). He still sleep like a champ but to my surprise has not climbed out of his crib yet (no complaints here). He will be starting PRESCHOOL in the fall (I cant believe he will be in school). He is very active.... even when he is watching TV he is running around the room. He loves his daddy but is proving to be a real "mama's boy". Gives great kisses and even better hugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Likes brushing his teeth (sometimes we do it 4 times a day). He loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; but hates getting dressed afterwards. He is scared of bubbles (in the bathtub), rides at Chuck-E-Cheese (especially ones that have characters in them like Barney or Mickey Mouse) but is not the least bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of real character (like the life sized Chuck-E-Cheese or Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;-A cow) or regular bubbles in the air. He can hear and see an airplane from a mile away. Obsessed with all things that have buttons (phones, the alarm keypad, the debit/credit card machines at any store, did I mention phones?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is finally starting to stand up to Reagan... screams at her when she takes stuff (I have been warning her for a long time that it wont be long before he's bigger than her). Likes to wrestle with daddy but not so much with Reagan. Knows his eyes, mouth, nose and ears and proudly does the song "Head ,Shoulders, Knees and Toes". Likes to color with MARKERS (not crayons). Is starting to tell me when he has to go poop but is terrified of the potty. He loves the box of instruments. Calls out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Reagans&lt;/span&gt; name in a yell... he cant ever just say it normal it has to be yelled. He terrorizes our dog. He is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;smiles all the time and he LOVES unconditionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant get over how fast he is turning into this little man... I am excited for the future with him, T-ball, football, karate, whatever he wants to do... but for now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just for a little longer&lt;/span&gt;, I am going to hold onto my baby... because more than likely, he is my last one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-9167267350388922577?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9167267350388922577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=9167267350388922577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9167267350388922577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9167267350388922577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-brody.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S15w5wRBVgI/AAAAAAAABTA/HOavTmRRMFk/s72-c/IMG_4795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-2935851327198358584</id><published>2010-01-20T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:15:04.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Princesses Dont Have Eczema"</title><content type='html'>I realize I am so behind on posting... we have had so much going on and by the time I have time to blog... I am just to tired to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while Brody was napping, Reagan and I were playing with her Polly Pocket Princesses (which are a little creepy if you ask me) but she loves them. She decided that they all needed a bath before the ball so we went to great lengths to set up a Polly Pocket sized bathtub with Polly Pocket sized towels and even found a little something that we could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; was Polly Pocket sized soap. She washed and dried each one carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me interject here by saying that while my children got many wonderful things from Stephens side of the family... Eczema was not one of them. I have never had it, nor has anyone else in my family so it has to come from his side. Both Reagan and Brody both have it, therefore at the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; every night they have to be slathered in lotion to help prevent breakouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the story at hand. After Reagan had dried them all off I asked if they needed lotion (thinking we would then find a Polly Pocket sized lotion to pretend to put on) but Reagan looked at me very matter-of-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt; and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"No mommy! Princesses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have eczema!!!!"&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="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-2935851327198358584?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2935851327198358584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2935851327198358584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2935851327198358584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2935851327198358584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/princesses-dont-have-eczema.html' title='&quot;Princesses Dont Have Eczema&quot;'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-7172620930571644846</id><published>2010-01-07T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:26:48.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Uncle Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-add30e78c82e0d85" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-831323294005674015</id><published>2010-01-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:05:33.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody - 18 months</title><content type='html'>These are long overdue but these are the pictures I had done of Brody at 18 months. With the holidays and my inability to make a decision on the ones I wanted I am just now getting around to posting them. They were taken by my friend and talented photographer Heidi. Check out her site at &lt;a href="http://www.hnmphotography.com/"&gt;http://www.hnmphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdarDKqCI/AAAAAAAABS0/AVnceEvchHo/s1600-h/01_06_3.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423703301563263010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdarDKqCI/AAAAAAAABS0/AVnceEvchHo/s400/01_06_3.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdaRGyzHI/AAAAAAAABSs/CBeipcf-pJg/s1600-h/01_06_2.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423703294599154802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdaRGyzHI/AAAAAAAABSs/CBeipcf-pJg/s400/01_06_2.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdaJ3QMkI/AAAAAAAABSk/VtoEy02_vA8/s1600-h/01_06_1.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423703292654924354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdaJ3QMkI/AAAAAAAABSk/VtoEy02_vA8/s400/01_06_1.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdZq_n0BI/AAAAAAAABSc/SuW0ugbrQ5o/s1600-h/01_06_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423703284368527378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdZq_n0BI/AAAAAAAABSc/SuW0ugbrQ5o/s400/01_06_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I am biased but I cant resist this face... and those eyes are a little piece of heaven looking at me everyday!!!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-831323294005674015?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/831323294005674015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=831323294005674015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/831323294005674015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/831323294005674015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/brody-18-months.html' title='Brody - 18 months'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0TdarDKqCI/AAAAAAAABS0/AVnceEvchHo/s72-c/01_06_3.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3106573875393377203</id><published>2010-01-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:58:51.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas for Daddy</title><content type='html'>I try and do things that are creative for Stephen from the kids for christmas. He never really wants anything and if he does he just goes and buys it. Not to mention most of the things he really wants are really big and expensive so they are a little out of my price range. A few years ago I had pictures made of Reagan in her UGA cheerleading uniform for Stephen for Fathers Day so this year I decided to try and get ones of the kids together in their UGA clothes. The ones of them together werent as great but there were a few cute individual ones. He was surprised and I think he really like the ones I had framed for his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6bJds5LI/AAAAAAAABSU/dBQy7f1xL14/s1600-h/01_05_3.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423453720588117170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6bJds5LI/AAAAAAAABSU/dBQy7f1xL14/s400/01_05_3.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6a3DLU-I/AAAAAAAABSM/EcWvTxqLrOM/s1600-h/01_05_2.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423453715645027298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6a3DLU-I/AAAAAAAABSM/EcWvTxqLrOM/s400/01_05_2.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6afwlriI/AAAAAAAABSE/KXB97bgOyGc/s1600-h/01_05_1.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423453709393047074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6afwlriI/AAAAAAAABSE/KXB97bgOyGc/s400/01_05_1.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6aJKE2NI/AAAAAAAABR8/lgwdWmYplG8/s1600-h/01_05_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423453703325931730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6aJKE2NI/AAAAAAAABR8/lgwdWmYplG8/s400/01_05_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chaos at the mall when I went to have them done... I waited until the last minute and was kicking myself for it because it was a nightmare. The day ended with Brody having 4 cookies for lunch and falling and getting a bloody nose and me having to buy Reagan a $30 toy at the Disney store for being good during the pictures (I had to bribe her) but I guess the end result was worth it =) Oh the things we will do for good pictures.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3106573875393377203?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3106573875393377203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3106573875393377203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3106573875393377203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3106573875393377203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-for-daddy.html' title='Christmas for Daddy'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0P6bJds5LI/AAAAAAAABSU/dBQy7f1xL14/s72-c/01_05_3.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-7739373352967970036</id><published>2010-01-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:13:24.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overpriced baby shampoo</title><content type='html'>There are lots of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smells&lt;/span&gt; that come with having children. When they are babies it is usually the smells of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spit-up&lt;/span&gt;, formula, baby powder, poopy diapers, diaper rash creme, and that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coveted &lt;/span&gt;smell of a fresh clean baby. For my babies it was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;certain kind of baby soap&lt;/span&gt; that I searched the world over for and once I found it I bought out every bottle they had and then had them order me another case... it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;overpriced&lt;/span&gt; but it was a smell that I had gotten used to as "my clean babies smell" and so I paid for the overpriced stuff and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;savored &lt;/span&gt;every moment of that "clean smell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they get a little older and they start to smell like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;strained carrots&lt;/span&gt;, prunes, and whatever else they manage to pick up as they are crawling across the floor. I still washed them with the overpriced baby soap and savored every moment of that smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they are even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt; they both have their own smells. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reagan &lt;/span&gt;comes home from school smelling all kinds of wonderful (insert sarcastic face here), morning breath, hair gel (for when she will let me actually pull her hair up) body splash (yes my 3 year old likes putting on perfume, although it isnt a regular occurance), sweaty little girl, grown up hair shampoo (because she has so much hair) etc. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brody &lt;/span&gt;smells like a littel boy (that should say enough =), his shirts usually smell like whatever his lunch was for the day, poopy diapers, sweaty little boy (and yes that is different than sweaty little girl smell), dirt, paint, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; use that baby soap anymore... now we buy whatever is on sale, but sure enough, as I snuggle up close to them at night before bed, and find that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;certain spot&lt;/span&gt;, I breathe in... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a long slow breath&lt;/span&gt;, I find that smell. Not the smell of the overpriced baby shampoo or that afternoons lunch, or sweaty kid smell, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"their smell".&lt;/span&gt; The smell that they have always had since the day they were born, that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intoxicating&lt;/span&gt; smell that is them. It &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always has been and always will be&lt;/span&gt; their smell. I could hold them forever, breathing that smell, taking it all in, holding on to who they are by that one little smell. They will probably never know I do it, and when they are older if I tell them that I did it, I am sure they will think I am weird, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but for now...&lt;/span&gt; "that smell" is worth so much more that all the money spent on overpriced baby soap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-7739373352967970036?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7739373352967970036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7739373352967970036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7739373352967970036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7739373352967970036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/overpriced-baby-shampoo.html' title='Overpriced baby shampoo'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-5834899895076892277</id><published>2010-01-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:38:35.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0Pot1XYKgI/AAAAAAAABR0/DSL1lZER0MU/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423434250401098242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0Pot1XYKgI/AAAAAAAABR0/DSL1lZER0MU/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My mom, my daughter, me, and my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful to be able to have this picture. To me it symbolizes the past, present, and future. Two great women who have paved the way for myself and for Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5834899895076892277?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5834899895076892277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5834899895076892277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5834899895076892277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5834899895076892277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-generations.html' title='4 Generations'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0Pot1XYKgI/AAAAAAAABR0/DSL1lZER0MU/s72-c/IMG_2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8945217739602372202</id><published>2010-01-02T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:08:17.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are hanging them out to dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0AJV2XYlVI/AAAAAAAABRs/YHXoZtNOVQ8/s1600-h/u13920034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422344222329574738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0AJV2XYlVI/AAAAAAAABRs/YHXoZtNOVQ8/s400/u13920034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are officially a paci-free household! This past Monday I decided it was time to take away Brody's paci (which for me was long over due). He took it like a champ! I am so proud of how easily he gave it up. I threw them all away and told him "no more paci's" and while he has occasionally asked for them it has not been nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Way to go Brody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8945217739602372202?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8945217739602372202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8945217739602372202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8945217739602372202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8945217739602372202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-hanging-them-out-to-dry.html' title='We are hanging them out to dry'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/S0AJV2XYlVI/AAAAAAAABRs/YHXoZtNOVQ8/s72-c/u13920034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-327648518130570361</id><published>2009-12-31T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:19:26.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids must have been really good this year</title><content type='html'>Christmas was so much fun this year. I have pictures out the wazoo to prove it but just haven't had time to getting around to posting them. It started the week before christmas when my mom and family came over to celebrate christmas and then a few days later we went to my dads to celebrate over their... who says christmas is one day (it isnt when you have 3 sets of parents and 7 siblings). Christmas morning was really fun this year because Reagan was SUPER excited about Santa this year. It was magical. As usual my kids had way to many presents but I just cant help myself this time of year... besides they were so good this year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1URt5vIwI/AAAAAAAABRk/Q2AkpA5leGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421582189780214530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1URt5vIwI/AAAAAAAABRk/Q2AkpA5leGQ/s400/IMG_4736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa's remnants... Reagan insisted on chocolate milk "since all the other kids will just be giving him plain milk" and half eaten carrots from the reindeer. If you look closely you can see "Santa dust" left on the fireplace. It's how you know Santa has been to our house... his magic dust is all over the firplace. (Think red glitter) and Santa always leaves a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1SsjNWS3I/AAAAAAAABRc/0YiC6sSo8Ws/s1600-h/IMG_4733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421580451742894962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1SsjNWS3I/AAAAAAAABRc/0YiC6sSo8Ws/s400/IMG_4733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagans big gift from Santa was an easel and lots of art supplies. She was very excited about it. Brody got this awesome Radio Flyer rocking horse... I dont think he needed anything else because once he saw that horse I had to open the rest of his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1SsNweJUI/AAAAAAAABRU/CAmqhSPpCoA/s1600-h/IMG_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421580445984630082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1SsNweJUI/AAAAAAAABRU/CAmqhSPpCoA/s400/IMG_4751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody and his horse... he has been in heaven ever since. It makes noise and plays music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1Srwzq2KI/AAAAAAAABRM/elwSuDvNv1I/s1600-h/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421580438213417122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1Srwzq2KI/AAAAAAAABRM/elwSuDvNv1I/s400/IMG_4756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan was a woman on a mission with opening presents. While she wanted to play with everything she opened she also wanted to take care of the pile of unopened presents. It wasnt until we were all done that I think she really sat back and actually looked at what she got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-327648518130570361?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/327648518130570361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=327648518130570361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/327648518130570361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/327648518130570361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-kids-must-have-been-really-good-this.html' title='My kids must have been really good this year'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sz1URt5vIwI/AAAAAAAABRk/Q2AkpA5leGQ/s72-c/IMG_4736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1018014316965272416</id><published>2009-12-28T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:45:00.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her favorite part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHHDqVAeI/AAAAAAAABRE/ytFfUj-qDxU/s1600-h/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420371444340425186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHHDqVAeI/AAAAAAAABRE/ytFfUj-qDxU/s400/IMG_4687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's been talking about it all month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHGpOLIPI/AAAAAAAABQ8/wKxFV_nJwYs/s1600-h/IMG_4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420371437243015410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHGpOLIPI/AAAAAAAABQ8/wKxFV_nJwYs/s400/IMG_4689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's messy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHGX5hkqI/AAAAAAAABQ0/p81rmQmBem8/s1600-h/IMG_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420371432593003170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHGX5hkqI/AAAAAAAABQ0/p81rmQmBem8/s400/IMG_4692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHF0xxoRI/AAAAAAAABQs/enEFF3kTDOQ/s1600-h/IMG_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420371423165260050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHF0xxoRI/AAAAAAAABQs/enEFF3kTDOQ/s400/IMG_4693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but boy is it FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHFvCFMHI/AAAAAAAABQk/NJiUrQC81sM/s1600-h/IMG_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420371421623038066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHFvCFMHI/AAAAAAAABQk/NJiUrQC81sM/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-1018014316965272416?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1018014316965272416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1018014316965272416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1018014316965272416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1018014316965272416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SzkHHDqVAeI/AAAAAAAABRE/ytFfUj-qDxU/s72-c/IMG_4687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-685688064887903365</id><published>2009-12-28T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:09:11.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Clothes</title><content type='html'>I love buying my kids christmas clothes, I guess you could say it's part of some of our christmas traditions. Unfortunately they tend to end up being a one-shot deal because they usually only wear them the Sunday after christmas, anyhow, I love how cute they look in their matching clothes. These pictures are from a few weeks ago because the church we attend doesnt have service the week after christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj_t30aP7I/AAAAAAAABQc/-i9F9E_23k8/s1600-h/IMG_4639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363315083362226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj_t30aP7I/AAAAAAAABQc/-i9F9E_23k8/s400/IMG_4639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan- you cant see in this picture but she had black sparkly shoes (think Dorthy shoes but black) and she was quite excited about them. Oh the things you can get away with at 3 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9nRp9drI/AAAAAAAABQU/pnIJFKhwFcs/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420361002736514738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9nRp9drI/AAAAAAAABQU/pnIJFKhwFcs/s400/IMG_4636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9mvekdsI/AAAAAAAABQE/CvpSSdhvnes/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360993561933506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9mvekdsI/AAAAAAAABQE/CvpSSdhvnes/s400/IMG_4645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody was sporting jeans and his little black converse sneakers with his sweater-vest... it was so cute! I didnt want to do black pants because then not only would I or had to buy black pants (which I know he would never wear again) but I would have had to buy black church shoes too (also something I know he would never wear again). He looked like such a little man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9mUrUlaI/AAAAAAAABP8/JLlLXZJ0Ppg/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360986367661474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9mUrUlaI/AAAAAAAABP8/JLlLXZJ0Ppg/s400/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is about the best family shot we got... my kids arent really into taking pictures these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9l1bM2OI/AAAAAAAABP0/z_n--N85z3k/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420360977978546402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj9l1bM2OI/AAAAAAAABP0/z_n--N85z3k/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody sporting his "phohawk" while I absolutely love this look for him, he doesnt like me to fix it so it just looks crazy all the time. He got a haircut shortly after this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-685688064887903365?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/685688064887903365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=685688064887903365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/685688064887903365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/685688064887903365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-clothes.html' title='Christmas Clothes'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Szj_t30aP7I/AAAAAAAABQc/-i9F9E_23k8/s72-c/IMG_4639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8508341652959084998</id><published>2009-12-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:29:18.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's warming up to the old guy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy_HNO1XpcI/AAAAAAAABPs/YEeht9iqt6I/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767906884167106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy_HNO1XpcI/AAAAAAAABPs/YEeht9iqt6I/s400/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy_HMrrEufI/AAAAAAAABPk/xyZxaeMGPsc/s1600-h/IMG_2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417767897445743090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy_HMrrEufI/AAAAAAAABPk/xyZxaeMGPsc/s400/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-8508341652959084998?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8508341652959084998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8508341652959084998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8508341652959084998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8508341652959084998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/hes-warming-up-to-old-guy.html' title='He&apos;s warming up to the old guy....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy_HNO1XpcI/AAAAAAAABPs/YEeht9iqt6I/s72-c/IMG_2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6505477097892615474</id><published>2009-12-21T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:01:35.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Reagan's class party was last Wednesday so I had someone come and watch Brody (thanks Katie) and went to her party. It's always fun to watch her interact with her classmates. They had a book exchange and I got these little Santa antena headbands for Reagan to give all her friends... it was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy--_maK-vI/AAAAAAAABPc/L4qtbZUgjsA/s1600-h/IMG_2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758876601350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy--_maK-vI/AAAAAAAABPc/L4qtbZUgjsA/s400/IMG_2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan opening her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy--_LSIQxI/AAAAAAAABPU/X-XQ3UarNcQ/s1600-h/IMG_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758869319861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy--_LSIQxI/AAAAAAAABPU/X-XQ3UarNcQ/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy---x_fK5I/AAAAAAAABPM/j_Ske0ITYeQ/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758862530784146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy---x_fK5I/AAAAAAAABPM/j_Ske0ITYeQ/s400/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They sang "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" and "Jingle Bells" for all the parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy---rvV_xI/AAAAAAAABPE/feaqf8oLpy8/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417758860852461330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy---rvV_xI/AAAAAAAABPE/feaqf8oLpy8/s400/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the kids with their headband Santa things on... they were really cute!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e9fa1c1ee4bfebd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e9fa1c1ee4bfebd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21A975B8AFFBDDB60A3EFA8B70209749B31D2B24.18577B1B71EB074B655817843BD4A9A6592F51F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e9fa1c1ee4bfebd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPV4ziwK6CcusctfkSSMfXITqcQA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e9fa1c1ee4bfebd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21A975B8AFFBDDB60A3EFA8B70209749B31D2B24.18577B1B71EB074B655817843BD4A9A6592F51F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e9fa1c1ee4bfebd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPV4ziwK6CcusctfkSSMfXITqcQA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-6505477097892615474?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6505477097892615474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6505477097892615474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6505477097892615474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6505477097892615474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/reagan-christmas-party.html' title='Reagan Christmas Party'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sy--_maK-vI/AAAAAAAABPc/L4qtbZUgjsA/s72-c/IMG_2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5128778686899958519</id><published>2009-12-13T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:18:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyWEAUiW7uI/AAAAAAAABO0/IUTAvia6jsk/s1600-h/12_13_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414879268030574306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyWEAUiW7uI/AAAAAAAABO0/IUTAvia6jsk/s400/12_13_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was back in college I thought I had it&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; figured out (what college student doesn't). I was sure I knew what I wanted. I had a direction I was going in and someone I was going with. I had been dating the same guy since my senior year of high school... I thought we were a pretty good match (at the time.... looking back now we were horrible for eachother but hey like I said I knew it all back then) We had similar values, He wanted the same number of kids I did, he wanted to raise them the same way, he was supportive of me being a stay-at-home mom... you know all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; "questions" you ask someone before you marry them. On paper it looked good. There was just one problem in this little plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was falling in love with someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was forced to make a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;. One... or the other. I couldnt have both (I didnt want both) I couldnt have a combination of them both (not that I wanted that either) just one of them.... forever. One was very familiar. One was new and exciting. One was predictable and one was not. One of them told me everything I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to hear and the other told me everything I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to hear. Suddenly everything that I had ever thought about love was being questioned. It didnt take me long to realized I was concentrating on all the wrong things. Love is not a list of questions. It is not a "type", it is not a "thing." Love is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;. Love is looking into someones eyes and realizing that you can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; live another moment without that person... no matter what... and live without that person was something I didnt want to do. Not for another second. And what seemed like a difficult choice at one time became a very easy choice. 3 months later I was engaged and 4 months after that I married that man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Six years ago today I realized just how crazy I was about Stephen as I looked into his eyes and vowed to be his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I fall in love with him a little more everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary baby... I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5128778686899958519?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5128778686899958519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5128778686899958519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5128778686899958519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5128778686899958519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/six-years.html' title='Six Years'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyWEAUiW7uI/AAAAAAAABO0/IUTAvia6jsk/s72-c/12_13_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3583590578103299814</id><published>2009-12-11T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:04:47.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a snowman....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few years ago I bought this cute snowman. He is about the size of Reagan. He stood inside by our front door....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6cZfPdTI/AAAAAAAABOs/nERKyyc9_mg/s1600-h/IMG_4523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414094699093783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6cZfPdTI/AAAAAAAABOs/nERKyyc9_mg/s400/IMG_4523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that is until Brody got a hold of him this year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6cGcROiI/AAAAAAAABOk/KUrDHXDe31U/s1600-h/IMG_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414094693981043234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6cGcROiI/AAAAAAAABOk/KUrDHXDe31U/s400/IMG_4524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our poor snowman has been beaten up beyond repair. The only thing he is seeing this christmas is the inside of my trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6bpqD3CI/AAAAAAAABOc/4qJLojXfre0/s1600-h/IMG_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414094686254259234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6bpqD3CI/AAAAAAAABOc/4qJLojXfre0/s400/IMG_4525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; RIP Mr. Snowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3583590578103299814?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3583590578103299814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3583590578103299814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3583590578103299814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3583590578103299814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/death-of-snowman.html' title='Death of a snowman....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SyK6cZfPdTI/AAAAAAAABOs/nERKyyc9_mg/s72-c/IMG_4523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8497749441767620631</id><published>2009-12-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:05:53.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalia</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Stephen and I went out for an early anniversary celebration and saw Cirque Du Solei's Cavalia. It was an awesome show. Stephen bought these passes that were called Rendez-Vous and we had our own separate entrance with appetizers and horsdevours. We got free drinks and programs. It was kind of luxurious. Stephen only bought the seats because they were the only aisle seats left but I appreciated the extras =) It was a really neat show. The horses were georgeous! I havent been dissapointed by a Cirque show yet and this one was no different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6MWEhfJVI/AAAAAAAABOU/TC62FodBiYM/s1600-h/12_06_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412918112945120594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6MWEhfJVI/AAAAAAAABOU/TC62FodBiYM/s400/12_06_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6FGUAUOVI/AAAAAAAABOM/DrYfw5OpEVs/s1600-h/12_06_3.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412910145641658706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6FGUAUOVI/AAAAAAAABOM/DrYfw5OpEVs/s400/12_06_3.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6ClFHorvI/AAAAAAAABOE/nziz86sakXs/s1600-h/12_06_1.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412907375686889202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6ClFHorvI/AAAAAAAABOE/nziz86sakXs/s400/12_06_1.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx5-eX25igI/AAAAAAAABN8/KTwma99LE6Q/s1600-h/12_06_2.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412902862411368962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx5-eX25igI/AAAAAAAABN8/KTwma99LE6Q/s400/12_06_2.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8497749441767620631?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8497749441767620631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8497749441767620631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8497749441767620631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8497749441767620631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/cavalia.html' title='Cavalia'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx6MWEhfJVI/AAAAAAAABOU/TC62FodBiYM/s72-c/12_06_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4495067165763317765</id><published>2009-12-08T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:14:51.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just a box....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx549Bk614I/AAAAAAAABN0/iNLvyXrvsSE/s1600-h/IMG_4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412896791936554882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx549Bk614I/AAAAAAAABN0/iNLvyXrvsSE/s400/IMG_4285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx548_AKWOI/AAAAAAAABNs/KKNdqLvsUAA/s1600-h/IMG_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412896791245510882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx548_AKWOI/AAAAAAAABNs/KKNdqLvsUAA/s400/IMG_4288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year at Reagan school they coordinated with Samaritans Purse and did the "Operation Christmas Child" where you fill a wrapped shoe box with things that a child from another country might need/want for Christmas. I decided that this was the perfect opportunity to teach Reagan about children that are less fortunate and the joy that comes from giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you can pick the age range and sex of the child you want to give to I decided for Reagan to best relate we would buy for a little girl age 2-4. I explained to Reagan that there are children all over the world that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a warm house and lots of toys like she does and that we were going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal-mart&lt;/span&gt; and fill up this shoe box for a little girl that was 3 just like her (hey... we will never really know if she was actually 3 or 2 or 4 but for all intents and purposes I thought that would hit home for Reagan.) And hit home it did! She was very involved in everything we picked out telling me things like "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think a three year old girl like me would like that mommy." She was telling everyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal-mart&lt;/span&gt; that she was buying presents for a little girl that was 3 just like her that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any toys. The most amazing part of the trip... she didnt ask for anything. She was so concerned with finding just the right gifts for this little girl that she didn't even think about herself. Here are some of the things we bought for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairbrush and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hair clips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess toothbrush and toothpaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapstick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A purple dress and purple socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pair of shorts and a shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A baby doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess flashlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An etch-a-sketch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crayons and 2 coloring books (one with stickers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A My little pony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some bracelets and necklaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bag of suckers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bag or hard candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We crammed it all in a shoe box and Reagan made a card with a picture of her in it. She was so proud of it. She wanted to show it to everyone that came to our house for the next week. I really think she understood (as much as a 3 year old can) what we were doing and while I know that one little box cant change the world, I do believe that one little box changed a little girl (and I am not talking about the little girl that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3458639960494086482-4495067165763317765?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4495067165763317765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4495067165763317765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4495067165763317765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4495067165763317765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-than-just-box.html' title='More than just a box....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sx549Bk614I/AAAAAAAABN0/iNLvyXrvsSE/s72-c/IMG_4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5786904197571291206</id><published>2009-12-06T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:20:28.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What she doesnt know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reagan hates two things more than just about anything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Wedgies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Tight shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she only knew that in about 15 years she will actually pay money to wear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;high heals and thong panties!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5786904197571291206?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5786904197571291206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5786904197571291206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5786904197571291206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5786904197571291206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-she-doesnt-know.html' title='What she doesnt know....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3134556334094999603</id><published>2009-12-06T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:13:49.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody's Favorite Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxwdU_6UjcI/AAAAAAAABNc/7xrx9Z3VcA8/s1600-h/giraffes_cant_dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412233098783133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxwdU_6UjcI/AAAAAAAABNc/7xrx9Z3VcA8/s400/giraffes_cant_dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with this book. I am not sure what it is but we read it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;morning, noon&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;. If you say anthing about reading a book he starsts walking around saying "Gerald-Gerald-Gerald" (that is the giraffe's name in the book). We read this book so much that the other night I was reading it to Brody before bed and realized that the words on the page didnt match up with the words I was saying.... I have this whole book memorized- word for word. To Brody's defence it's a really cute book!!!! If you havent read it you really should.&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/3458639960494086482-3134556334094999603?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3134556334094999603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3134556334094999603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3134556334094999603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3134556334094999603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/brodys-favorite-book.html' title='Brody&apos;s Favorite Book'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxwdU_6UjcI/AAAAAAAABNc/7xrx9Z3VcA8/s72-c/giraffes_cant_dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4291968345614876083</id><published>2009-12-03T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:06:12.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reagan:&lt;/span&gt; LOVED Santa this year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxhOjjFv3VI/AAAAAAAABNU/9KDwft6kArk/s1600-h/12_03_1.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411161324907388242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxhOjjFv3VI/AAAAAAAABNU/9KDwft6kArk/s400/12_03_1.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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:180%;"&gt;Brody:&lt;/span&gt; Not a big fan!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxhOixPe4ZI/AAAAAAAABNM/F-LkyxlJSbk/s1600-h/12_03_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411161311526445458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxhOixPe4ZI/AAAAAAAABNM/F-LkyxlJSbk/s400/12_03_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was a great looking Santa dont you think?&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/3458639960494086482-4291968345614876083?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4291968345614876083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4291968345614876083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4291968345614876083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4291968345614876083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxhOjjFv3VI/AAAAAAAABNU/9KDwft6kArk/s72-c/12_03_1.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6992209817871762456</id><published>2009-12-03T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:35:54.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QlTC2XI/AAAAAAAABNE/3DyNlPwx6S8/s1600-h/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411141207873214834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QlTC2XI/AAAAAAAABNE/3DyNlPwx6S8/s400/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QX56yVI/AAAAAAAABM8/MPAZFkPjVNI/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411141204278167890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QX56yVI/AAAAAAAABM8/MPAZFkPjVNI/s400/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QPaBuCI/AAAAAAAABM0/AHLkbytOwAU/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411141201996920866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QPaBuCI/AAAAAAAABM0/AHLkbytOwAU/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8PqTS9aI/AAAAAAAABMs/d62xijzFMY4/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411141192036578722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8PqTS9aI/AAAAAAAABMs/d62xijzFMY4/s400/IMG_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-6992209817871762456?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6992209817871762456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6992209817871762456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6992209817871762456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6992209817871762456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sxg8QlTC2XI/AAAAAAAABNE/3DyNlPwx6S8/s72-c/IMG_2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5771693440422600170</id><published>2009-12-03T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:37:56.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGA vs. Ga Tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgS6IfyubI/AAAAAAAABMk/VTesG-NxCDs/s1600-h/IMG_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411095742208194994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgS6IfyubI/AAAAAAAABMk/VTesG-NxCDs/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO1zHTG6I/AAAAAAAABMc/I0oE8tLtFvY/s1600-h/IMG_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091269702327202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO1zHTG6I/AAAAAAAABMc/I0oE8tLtFvY/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year UGA played downtown for the Ga vs. Ga Tech game. Since it ended up being a night game we decided that an all day tailgate was just the ticket. We got downtown around 10:00am and had a blast all day. We got the perfect spot across from this guy that was playing music on these huge speakers so everyone could hear. His music was a nice mix of everything so while we watched games on the TV we set up, we danced, ate BBQ, salsa, and buffalo chicken dip (thanks Megan). I didnt stay for the game, I gave my ticket to Jordan, but that was fine by me since we wouldnt have gotten home until almost 2am. I got to go to the fun part which, for me, is the tailgate! The Dawgs won in a surprising upset so it was a great day and lots of fun hanging out with the "adults" in my family and not having to worry about kids for the day. It's amazing how much you actually get to talk when you dont have kids running all over the place. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO1fcgIUI/AAAAAAAABMM/jkuQQq2Y7sM/s1600-h/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091264422551874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO1fcgIUI/AAAAAAAABMM/jkuQQq2Y7sM/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO0isxtUI/AAAAAAAABME/KRUhIoQUGtA/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091248116249922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO0isxtUI/AAAAAAAABME/KRUhIoQUGtA/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO0NfAsTI/AAAAAAAABL8/yYfoNdsELKA/s1600-h/IMG_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091242421367090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgO0NfAsTI/AAAAAAAABL8/yYfoNdsELKA/s400/IMG_2350.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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5771693440422600170?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5771693440422600170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5771693440422600170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5771693440422600170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5771693440422600170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/uga-vs-ga-tech.html' title='UGA vs. Ga Tech'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxgS6IfyubI/AAAAAAAABMk/VTesG-NxCDs/s72-c/IMG_2331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5294123804907059535</id><published>2009-12-01T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:03:29.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Noles</title><content type='html'>November 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we are all about the Bulldogs at our house, but every once in a while, we hang up our bulldog hats and put on the Seminoles ones.... BUT, it's only because I love my family more than anything, including the Georgia Bulldogs, and since my baby brother is a Seminole, I have to cheer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordans diving team came up from Florida to dive at Ga Tech so of course we had to go watch him. I scrounged around and was able to find a few FSU things for my kids to wear that would do for the day (I never realized just how difficult it would be to find FSU stuff around here). We made a sign and went down, pom-poms in hand to cheer him on. Reagan was actually really into it, she kept asking where Jordan was and wanted to "see him jump off the big tall board." She didnt really understand why she couldnt put her bathing suit on and jump in but other than that the kids did great. Jordan did really good until his last dive where his foot slipped and he didnt complete his dive... he ended up making finals the next day so he was relatively happy with everything. Regardless, its always good to see him and I think it was fun for him to see Reagan and Brody decked out in their FSU gear and show them off a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJxnsRSWI/AAAAAAAABLk/bt0b1Hi7nlA/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410311644172601698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJxnsRSWI/AAAAAAAABLk/bt0b1Hi7nlA/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJxdt3ZeI/AAAAAAAABLc/O__1NOkRvIg/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410311641494939106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJxdt3ZeI/AAAAAAAABLc/O__1NOkRvIg/s400/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJwsiO6XI/AAAAAAAABLU/aD7ZZtHS6Hg/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410311628292811122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJwsiO6XI/AAAAAAAABLU/aD7ZZtHS6Hg/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJwcUoMfI/AAAAAAAABLM/0n7rUwWKw_k/s1600/IMG_2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410311623940780530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJwcUoMfI/AAAAAAAABLM/0n7rUwWKw_k/s400/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJv-i6pGI/AAAAAAAABLE/5WHrsh8RukM/s1600/IMG_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410311615947646050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJv-i6pGI/AAAAAAAABLE/5WHrsh8RukM/s400/IMG_2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5294123804907059535?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5294123804907059535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5294123804907059535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5294123804907059535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5294123804907059535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-noles.html' title='Go Noles'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVJxnsRSWI/AAAAAAAABLk/bt0b1Hi7nlA/s72-c/IMG_2288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-647448884076187828</id><published>2009-12-01T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:38:51.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>November 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a little Indian on the go (march in place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my arrow (hold right hand up) here is my bow (hold left hand up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I go a hunting hear me shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU BIG FAT TURKEY YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the last part is only effective if it's screamed at the top of ones lungs =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sung and acted out by Reagan at her Thanksgiving Feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVDmveRCGI/AAAAAAAABK0/BhHe2c911go/s1600/IMG_4475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410304860213020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVDmveRCGI/AAAAAAAABK0/BhHe2c911go/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You cant see it very good in this picture but the feathers on her hat are red and black which she informed me was "for Georgia Go Dawgs football"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVDmeal1pI/AAAAAAAABKs/xA_82qlzYbU/s1600/IMG_4478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410304855634204306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVDmeal1pI/AAAAAAAABKs/xA_82qlzYbU/s400/IMG_4478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagans school put on a Thanksgiving performance and afterwards had a big feast. It was so cute to watch her sing the songs and do all the motions, she was really into it and she has been practicing them for weeks at home. The food was less than stellar but it didnt matter... she was so excited to have Stephen, Brody, and I at her school with her. She made table decorations and place settings for all of us. It really was a great morning and was great of her school to go to so much trouble fro the students and their families.&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/3458639960494086482-647448884076187828?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/647448884076187828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=647448884076187828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/647448884076187828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/647448884076187828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxVDmveRCGI/AAAAAAAABK0/BhHe2c911go/s72-c/IMG_4475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-7462088865426713539</id><published>2009-11-30T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:49:06.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Stud Kidney</title><content type='html'>Most people dont know this (because I didnt really broadcast it) but when I was 16 weeks pregnant with Brody I had an early ultra-sound that showed several dark spots on his right kidney. I was originally told it was a multi-cystic kidney, which from what little bit I researched about it, can be fatal. I saw a specialist my entire pregnancy, having weekly, sometime bi-weekly ultrasounds to monitor the "spots" on his kidney. I didnt tell very many people because I didnt really want that to be what my pregnancy was about, I just wanted people to be excited to meet Brody, not worried sick like I was for 9 months. I was hopeful, but there was always a part of me that worried... worried that I had done something to cause this problem, worried that my baby was sick and may never have a "normal" life, worried that he might be taken from me to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brody was born and we could get more answers. They wouldnt be doing an ultra-sound through me to get to him anymore (which still blows my mind that they could do that) but they could just do the u/s on him directly which would tell us so much more. At 3 weeks old I took my brand new baby to Scottish Rite to have a gammet of tests run. He has several ultra-sounds, had radioactive dye injected into him for another test and had to be strapped down to a machine for an hour for another. It was awful to watch but well worth it once we got the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody simply had an underdeveloped right kidney. The black spot on the ultra-sound was just that, a blob, the top part of the kidney that never formed. The cool thing is that when a baby is developing in the womb and something happens like one kidney not fully developing, the other kidney actually compensates for it. So Brody has a "super" kidney on the left side. If he were to lose part of his kidney later in life, the other kidney wouldnt do that, but because it happened while he was developing, the left kidney stepped up to the plate. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that testing at 3 weeks he has been back 4 more times to have a renal bladder ultra-sound to monitor it and make sure nothing has changed. The most recent one being today. Today I was told that Brody has almost 100% kidney function. The only difference is that our kidneys function at about 50/50. Fifty percent right and fifty percent left. Brody's funstion at 1/3 (right) and 2/3 (left super stud kidney). Regardless the kidneys are doing there job and functioning just as good as anyone elses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best news of the day.... we dont have to go back until he is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxRwmZfi2BI/AAAAAAAABKk/PoygZrsuuds/s1600/IMG_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410072857359341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxRwmZfi2BI/AAAAAAAABKk/PoygZrsuuds/s400/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wasn't really a fan of the visit today... poor little guy.&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/3458639960494086482-7462088865426713539?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7462088865426713539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7462088865426713539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7462088865426713539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7462088865426713539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-people-dont-know-this-because-i.html' title='Super Stud Kidney'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SxRwmZfi2BI/AAAAAAAABKk/PoygZrsuuds/s72-c/IMG_2351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8862961245004619396</id><published>2009-11-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:02:29.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sww6lBSTR1I/AAAAAAAABKc/9CtY730UrjA/s1600/Whimsical_Mice_Playing_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090720-203398-452042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407761660239890258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sww6lBSTR1I/AAAAAAAABKc/9CtY730UrjA/s400/Whimsical_Mice_Playing_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090720-203398-452042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes... thats right. We have MICE and I am so beyone freaked out about it that I cant even begin to explain it. It started with one, which Stephen and I double-teamed and got out of the house but I have since seen 2 more (one of which is under a plastic bin in my master bathroom with like 8 books on top of it waiting for the rodent man to come and get it. I have learned that I can do many a thing (bugs, spiders, frogs even lizards) but I CANNOT do mice. I think I have a serious phobia of these things. I have done everything I could today to avoid coming home but alas, I couldnt stay gone forever. The rodent man should be here any minute and I will spend whatever amount of money I have to to get rid of them... its cheaper than moving right? Looks like Reagan might be getting that cat she wanted for christmas after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sww6Z9-kpCI/AAAAAAAABKU/N28hokFgpv8/s1600/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-8862961245004619396?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8862961245004619396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8862961245004619396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8862961245004619396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8862961245004619396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sww6lBSTR1I/AAAAAAAABKc/9CtY730UrjA/s72-c/Whimsical_Mice_Playing_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090720-203398-452042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-886514757323344252</id><published>2009-11-23T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:36:22.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SwqO3jNrzCI/AAAAAAAABKM/JASpgLtSv4Y/s1600/Crazy_Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407291387608288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SwqO3jNrzCI/AAAAAAAABKM/JASpgLtSv4Y/s400/Crazy_Woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to the realization that after 6 years of marriage (and having a daughter that is just like me for 3 years).... I can, at times, be very difficult to live with. I am moody and I get upset when things dont go my way (among other things). This is my public apology for being such a crazy woman for the majority of our marriage =) I love you babe!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** To my defense... I  have always been this was so he knew what he was getting himself into before he even married me. Not to mention &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;  weird things. I guess you could just say we both have personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-886514757323344252?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/886514757323344252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=886514757323344252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/886514757323344252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/886514757323344252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-my-husband.html' title='To My Husband'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SwqO3jNrzCI/AAAAAAAABKM/JASpgLtSv4Y/s72-c/Crazy_Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3398228130575724372</id><published>2009-11-23T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:55:17.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>I know you are few and far between but if you read my blog and would like a christmas card (if you got one last year then you are already on my list) email me at &lt;a href="mailto:Ambs1112@aol.com"&gt;Ambs1112@aol.com&lt;/a&gt; There will be no long winded newsletter bragging about all our accomplishments this year, there will probably not even be a handwritten note, but they are cute and you can see cute pictures of the family so let me know!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3398228130575724372?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3398228130575724372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3398228130575724372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3398228130575724372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3398228130575724372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-9047262730625935436</id><published>2009-11-18T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:00:02.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint without splatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reagan: "Mommy when I grow up I am going to be a teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: "I think you will be a great teacher. What do you want to teach"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reagan: "I am going to teach kids how to paint and not splatter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many a mothers will be so happy that Reagan taught their children to "paint and not splatter" oneday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-9047262730625935436?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9047262730625935436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=9047262730625935436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9047262730625935436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9047262730625935436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/reagan-mommy-when-i-grow-up-i-am-going.html' title='Paint without splatter'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1216612309509572526</id><published>2009-11-13T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:30:29.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call him Linus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sv2sbIWXX8I/AAAAAAAABKE/xN4H3KBc5a8/s1600-h/IMG_4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403664710012198850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sv2sbIWXX8I/AAAAAAAABKE/xN4H3KBc5a8/s400/IMG_4283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3458639960494086482-1216612309509572526?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1216612309509572526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1216612309509572526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1216612309509572526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1216612309509572526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-call-him-linus.html' title='Just call him Linus'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sv2sbIWXX8I/AAAAAAAABKE/xN4H3KBc5a8/s72-c/IMG_4283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8874688339523036712</id><published>2009-11-11T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:08:03.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>We had a fabulous halloween and I have TONS of pictures but I know I have a few family members that are waiting to see pictures of the kids in their costumes... so here are a few to tide them over until I can get to posting about the events of the whole weekend. We spent the weekend in Charlotte because Stephen was gone at the GA/FL game. Thanks mom for having us... it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan wins the award for most original costume (I didnt see any other cupcakes that night) and in case you were wondering... she picked that out all by herself. She said she wanted to be a cupcake and so I searched the world over for a cupcake costume... to the tune of $70... but I found one. Brody went for comfort this year (or rather, I knew he wasnt going to wear anything with a hat or hood or anything that was uncomfortable so his costume was actually pajamas from Gymboree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a cowgirl/farmer girl type person. I didnt want to be anything to cool because I was affraid that Reagan would change her mind and want to be what I was being so I went for easy. Reagan loved trick or treating. She would have gone longer except that her bag got full after about an hour and a half. Brody only went to about 5 houses and sat in the wagon the whole time because it was raining at the start of the night. My mom took him home and put him to bed for me... thanks again mom for all your help that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUBGbFp2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/2BWPCMT_8oQ/s1600-h/IMG_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934187097696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUBGbFp2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/2BWPCMT_8oQ/s400/IMG_4233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUA3wffNI/AAAAAAAABJ0/QfbpQ4UGezQ/s1600-h/IMG_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934183160937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUA3wffNI/AAAAAAAABJ0/QfbpQ4UGezQ/s400/IMG_4248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUAeMNYhI/AAAAAAAABJs/CWHxstj6Y5s/s1600-h/IMG_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934176297869842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUAeMNYhI/AAAAAAAABJs/CWHxstj6Y5s/s400/IMG_4221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUABEcASI/AAAAAAAABJk/EYJ9HsA0gZg/s1600-h/IMG_4230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934168480645410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUABEcASI/AAAAAAAABJk/EYJ9HsA0gZg/s400/IMG_4230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsT_6o5ReI/AAAAAAAABJc/ypgHxaEWOqc/s1600-h/12854_173108762185_510392185_3471764_5121012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402934166754510306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsT_6o5ReI/AAAAAAAABJc/ypgHxaEWOqc/s400/12854_173108762185_510392185_3471764_5121012_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8874688339523036712?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8874688339523036712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8874688339523036712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8874688339523036712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8874688339523036712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvsUBGbFp2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/2BWPCMT_8oQ/s72-c/IMG_4233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8478809429028491106</id><published>2009-11-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:55:09.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody's 18 Month Stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brody had his 18 month check up a few weeks ago and here are his stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weight: 27lbs 3oz 68%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Height: 34inches 90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhp2WRtqZI/AAAAAAAABJU/ClZ4MAigX90/s1600-h/IMG_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402184135444638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhp2WRtqZI/AAAAAAAABJU/ClZ4MAigX90/s400/IMG_4167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a happy healthy baby which is great news considering the rocky start he had in life... I knew he was going to be a tough little guy from the day he was born... and could he be any dang cuter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8478809429028491106?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8478809429028491106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8478809429028491106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8478809429028491106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8478809429028491106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/brodys-18-month-stats.html' title='Brody&apos;s 18 Month Stats'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhp2WRtqZI/AAAAAAAABJU/ClZ4MAigX90/s72-c/IMG_4167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-9193587448802154045</id><published>2009-11-09T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:05:50.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year I was in charge or the "Fall" party with two other moms in Reagans class. We had some fun activities for the kids to do and I really think the kids had a great time. Per Reagans request we decorated sugar cookies with frosting and sprinkles which was messy but the kids loved it. We also made macaroni necklaces with fall colored macaroni. We also did a little pin the leaf on the tree game where each child had a leaf with their name on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to be a little creative because it couldnt be a "Halloween" party so no pumpkins with faces or anything like that. I understand why they do it but honestly it's a little rediculous if you ask me. I think all the kids got the concept anyhow. It was a great day and I cant wait to help out with more in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvhmnK-1D5I/AAAAAAAABJM/kIc8qArOkAM/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402180576179720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvhmnK-1D5I/AAAAAAAABJM/kIc8qArOkAM/s400/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each child got a little pumpkin that I wrote their names on and glued a little bow. They were really cute and I wish I had taken a picture of all of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhew85K00I/AAAAAAAABJE/1ivAzwQarSU/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171948103553858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhew85K00I/AAAAAAAABJE/1ivAzwQarSU/s400/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan was having lunch when I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhewm5B4aI/AAAAAAAABI8/dy6q0x9l5TY/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171942197387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhewm5B4aI/AAAAAAAABI8/dy6q0x9l5TY/s400/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and a few of her friends in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvhewHKIe-I/AAAAAAAABI0/O387zwprj88/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171933679188962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvhewHKIe-I/AAAAAAAABI0/O387zwprj88/s400/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sprinkles.... it was MESSY but the kids had a blast with it. I guess if you want to know what 3 year olds want to do, you ask a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhevxk9AVI/AAAAAAAABIs/qsy-CMOaqs4/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171927886102866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhevxk9AVI/AAAAAAAABIs/qsy-CMOaqs4/s400/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More cookie decorating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhevp-Z83I/AAAAAAAABIk/r2zgL7AAo7c/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402171925845373810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Svhevp-Z83I/AAAAAAAABIk/r2zgL7AAo7c/s400/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to go to her school and participate in things. Thanks Erin for watching Brody for me so I could give Reagan my undivided attention.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-9193587448802154045?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9193587448802154045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=9193587448802154045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9193587448802154045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9193587448802154045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/reagans-halloween-party.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Halloween Party'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SvhmnK-1D5I/AAAAAAAABJM/kIc8qArOkAM/s72-c/IMG_2282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8837605807909224161</id><published>2009-10-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:30:58.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan of school pictures but it always seems like something you are supposed to buy even though you know they will come out cheezy. Reagan did surprisingly well considering the smile she was showing me in the carpool line before school. At least they sent home a note saying what the background would be... because the outfit that I would have put her in, had I not known the background, would have looke horrible. This one, however, looks pretty cute I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuiYbil37oI/AAAAAAAABIc/g-TfuBZSBPU/s1600-h/10_28_3.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397731752313089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuiYbil37oI/AAAAAAAABIc/g-TfuBZSBPU/s400/10_28_3.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3458639960494086482-8837605807909224161?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8837605807909224161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8837605807909224161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8837605807909224161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8837605807909224161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-pictures.html' title='School Pictures'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuiYbil37oI/AAAAAAAABIc/g-TfuBZSBPU/s72-c/10_28_3.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1662838171619862878</id><published>2009-10-28T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:59:42.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; When we were in the mountains at the Apple Festival a few weekends ago we came across a booth that had pictures of things that looked liked letters. You could pick the letters (they had lots to choose from) you wanted to form a word. It was very unique and so Stephen and I couldnt pass up the opportunity to get our last name done. They framed it right on site and we picked it up before we left the festival. now I just have to find the perfect place for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuhK7RSqoHI/AAAAAAAABIU/rFs9kINf7Bw/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646535517970546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuhK7RSqoHI/AAAAAAAABIU/rFs9kINf7Bw/s400/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuhK6-UgRNI/AAAAAAAABIM/rl2NEgt5smE/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397646530425406674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuhK6-UgRNI/AAAAAAAABIM/rl2NEgt5smE/s400/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this one was so cute I had to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why dont I ever think of cool things like this?&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/3458639960494086482-1662838171619862878?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1662838171619862878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1662838171619862878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1662838171619862878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1662838171619862878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-ideas.html' title='Great Ideas'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuhK7RSqoHI/AAAAAAAABIU/rFs9kINf7Bw/s72-c/IMG_2271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4216628930030204526</id><published>2009-10-26T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:05:36.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Traditional Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>Let's face it... I dont know very many kids that like cleaning out pumpkins. And I, as a parent, dont trust my kids with a knife... not even a "safe" knife (is there anything really safe about a 3 year old using a knife? Not in my house.) So this year I decided to skip the pumpkin carving and paint them. I know, I know, it's very un-halloween like of me but I always end up doing all of it anyway (because even though I dont believe him Stephen swears he has never carved a pumpkin) and to be honest with you... I stink at it. My faces always end up crooked and I am way to much of a perfectionist to let it go. So here they are. Our completely uncarved halloween pumpkins. Reagan said I did "such a great job" and that she "loves her "R" pumpkin" so I would guess that she isn't missing the crooked carved faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuWztDAnFWI/AAAAAAAABIE/RTKL9z0jzCc/s1600-h/IMG_4123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917314956760418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuWztDAnFWI/AAAAAAAABIE/RTKL9z0jzCc/s400/IMG_4123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine and Stephens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuWzs29TF9I/AAAAAAAABH8/C9OMAfkLUSI/s1600-h/IMG_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917311721641938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuWzs29TF9I/AAAAAAAABH8/C9OMAfkLUSI/s400/IMG_4124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and Brody's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-4216628930030204526?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4216628930030204526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4216628930030204526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4216628930030204526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4216628930030204526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/non-traditional-pumpkins.html' title='Non-Traditional Pumpkins'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuWztDAnFWI/AAAAAAAABIE/RTKL9z0jzCc/s72-c/IMG_4123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-534868958574923756</id><published>2009-10-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:28:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend Stephen surprised me and the kids with a nice weekend getaway to a cabin in Elijay Ga. It was just what our little family needed. We had so much fun!!! We have been so busy lately with football season and different trips we had going on that we decided we need some time for just the 4 of us. No one else to answer to, do whatever we want, whenever, no schedules, no timetables, no one to keep happy but ourselves.  It was so peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsBtFOg9I/AAAAAAAABHw/gflUTM0VWns/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395501498871219154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsBtFOg9I/AAAAAAAABHw/gflUTM0VWns/s400/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Reagan in the hot tub... she liked having her own "little swimming pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsBSIVbzI/AAAAAAAABHo/U0Oj2itjqjM/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395501491636498226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsBSIVbzI/AAAAAAAABHo/U0Oj2itjqjM/s400/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody liked splashing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsA-5Zu0I/AAAAAAAABHg/MR9UEyNvWwY/s1600-h/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395501486473591618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsA-5Zu0I/AAAAAAAABHg/MR9UEyNvWwY/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChqVFSuuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Ymwr23obfi4/s1600-h/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395490102175775458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChqVFSuuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Ymwr23obfi4/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first day we went to Burts Pumkin Patch. It's our familt tradition to go there. It was a little cold and muddy so we didnt stay to terribly long but its always fun to see all the huge pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChp_sm8HI/AAAAAAAABHI/_N0EDPDnTrQ/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395490096435097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChp_sm8HI/AAAAAAAABHI/_N0EDPDnTrQ/s400/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan fell in a mud puddle like 15 minutes after we got there and got all muddy. It didnt stop her from picking out some great pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChpjHpwyI/AAAAAAAABHA/JGYpfWjQK-I/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395490088763900706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChpjHpwyI/AAAAAAAABHA/JGYpfWjQK-I/s400/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I let her paint this white one we got.... she thought it was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChpVeNYDI/AAAAAAAABG4/nNTE27VFab0/s1600-h/IMG_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395490085100412978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChpVeNYDI/AAAAAAAABG4/nNTE27VFab0/s400/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We managed to make a decent fire in our fire pit. I think my kids would have just run around outside the entire weekend. I sisnt even take any toys with us and I am glad because they had so much fun just playing in the leaves and with sticks and the fire (yes I let my kids play in the fire... I withdraw my nomination for "Mother of the Year")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChoykpAGI/AAAAAAAABGw/YjleUlDR9dQ/s1600-h/IMG_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395490075732148322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuChoykpAGI/AAAAAAAABGw/YjleUlDR9dQ/s400/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we were there we went to the "Apple Festival" that was going on in Ellijay. It was a blast. They had lots of fun stuff for the kids to do including Brody's favorite pony (donkey) rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmwhT_x5I/AAAAAAAABGo/zFy3xrArOVA/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395425337351849874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmwhT_x5I/AAAAAAAABGo/zFy3xrArOVA/s400/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had two camels there and REagan wanted to ride them instead of the horses. Why anyone in Ellijay GA has camels is beyond me but it was cool yet awkward to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmwOSWYzI/AAAAAAAABGg/PSEmDxxif04/s1600-h/IMG_2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395425332244669234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmwOSWYzI/AAAAAAAABGg/PSEmDxxif04/s400/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky Reagan... they had a bungee thing so of course she had to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmvxUo4gI/AAAAAAAABGY/d9Nomo1erJM/s1600-h/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395425324469641730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmvxUo4gI/AAAAAAAABGY/d9Nomo1erJM/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding the Choo Choo Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmvmjezaI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pzoa896eGnw/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395425321579105698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmvmjezaI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pzoa896eGnw/s400/IMG_2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; REagan getting her face painted. She thought she was HOT STUFF with a pink butterfly on her face the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmvfu8yEI/AAAAAAAABGI/72l2FIxBByU/s1600-h/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395425319748159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuBmvfu8yEI/AAAAAAAABGI/72l2FIxBByU/s400/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan rosting marshmellows in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our trip so much that Stephen and I are looking into purchasing a cabin up there... we will keep our fingers crossed that something we like comes up.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-534868958574923756?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/534868958574923756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=534868958574923756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/534868958574923756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/534868958574923756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SuCsBtFOg9I/AAAAAAAABHw/gflUTM0VWns/s72-c/IMG_2189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6158973825871812440</id><published>2009-10-21T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:47:45.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you find at Grandmas house....</title><content type='html'>After our trip to Tennessee it was closer to drive to my moms house than it was to our house so I decided to make a detour and go there for a day. Reagan had been asking to see grandma and Damian so it was a nice little visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moms house is great for many reasons but one of the best things about going there is because she has so many hidden treasures. Like this bag of costumes she had tucked away in the attic. These costumes were mine and my siblings when we were kids and its so funny to watch Reagan and Damian put them on and play in the same things we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8i1DSlH7I/AAAAAAAABF4/4kVo7YWryOc/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395069173424791474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8i1DSlH7I/AAAAAAAABF4/4kVo7YWryOc/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan looks like a hot mess here... she is wearing this red princess dress (used to be mine), a Bambi hat thing (used to be Megans) all while wearing some sort of sword thing (currently Damians) on her back. Damian is sporting the army man outfit (that used to be Jordans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8i1strjgI/AAAAAAAABGA/Kb4AC0NmiHg/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395069184544312834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8i1strjgI/AAAAAAAABGA/Kb4AC0NmiHg/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan as Peter Pan. The dress didnt last long because she was having a hard time wrestling in it. This was Jordans when he was about 4 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a couple of other fun things but I dont have the pictures yet so I will write about it when I get the pictures from Megan. Thanks for having us mom.... it's always fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-6158973825871812440?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6158973825871812440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6158973825871812440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6158973825871812440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6158973825871812440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-find-at-grandmas-house.html' title='The things you find at Grandmas house....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8i1DSlH7I/AAAAAAAABF4/4kVo7YWryOc/s72-c/IMG_2180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-197459342448400331</id><published>2009-10-21T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:57:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady Valley TN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8fgEPuhmI/AAAAAAAABFw/P-0TCmhn1Eg/s1600-h/IMG_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395065514369123938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8fgEPuhmI/AAAAAAAABFw/P-0TCmhn1Eg/s400/IMG_2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8ff6e7VZI/AAAAAAAABFo/VTwqvS57kcs/s1600-h/IMG_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395065511748523410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8ff6e7VZI/AAAAAAAABFo/VTwqvS57kcs/s400/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weekends ago Stephen went down to Florida State to hang out with my little brother for the Ga Tech/FSU game. While he was gone the kids and I made the trek to Shady Valley TN with Stephens parents for the Cranberry Festival. Stephens mom was going to have a booth at the festival and his granparents have a mountain house there. It had been a while since we had seen them so it was perfect timing for a visit. We left on Friday morning. The kids did really good in the car (which I was kind of surprised about). We stopped several time on the way there including this little store that has goats living on the rooftop. Reagan thought it was really funny and kept wanting to know how they got up there (there was a ramp at the back of the store for those of you that are just dying to know). Brody was intrigued with a huge bear statue and wouldnt leave its side. Unfortunately I didnt do much picture taking since I was juggling two kiddos by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night there was pretty rough... Reagan wouldnt go to sleep and I was convinced that I would leave the next day before bed time so I didnt have to fight that battle again but day 2 was much better. Despite the rain the kids had a lot of fun at the festival. There were inflatable bouncey things and a train ride that Brody rode like 10 times I think. They liked running all over the place and Reagan enjoyed playing with Stephens grandmother. We made homeade bread and ate lots of yummy food. It was a fun trip for all of us!!!&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/3458639960494086482-197459342448400331?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/197459342448400331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=197459342448400331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/197459342448400331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/197459342448400331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/shady-valley-tn.html' title='Shady Valley TN'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/St8fgEPuhmI/AAAAAAAABFw/P-0TCmhn1Eg/s72-c/IMG_2177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-9044972121076331999</id><published>2009-10-15T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:17:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been???</title><content type='html'>For all of you faithful blog readers of mine (you know all two or three of you), I realize you have been hungering for another wonderful post from me but unfortunately Reagan giving up her nap has kind of put a kink in my blogging time. I am going to have to figure out another time to do it so.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hold your breath for my next instalment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-9044972121076331999?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9044972121076331999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=9044972121076331999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9044972121076331999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/9044972121076331999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been???'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-3924560567755939961</id><published>2009-10-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:56:34.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FSU Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went with my mom (and no kids) to visit my baby brother at FSU. He is on a diving scholarship there and it happened to be parents weekend and even though I am not his parent, I decided to tag along. It was a fun weekend. I got to see Jordan dive, which I hadnt since high school and A LOT has changes since then... he did great. He looks great and it is so obvious that he is happy there. Everyone was so nice and had nothing but great things to say about him. Of course while we were there we had to fix up his room a little. We got him a dresser, some curtains, a few decorations for his room, you know, all the things a college boy doesn't know he needs in his apartment room. It was a great trip. I am so proud of Jordan and the things he has accomplished and I was so happy that I got to be part of his little life for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR6XmVNSI/AAAAAAAABFg/njTeCJF7Jxk/s1600-h/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389561811032159522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR6XmVNSI/AAAAAAAABFg/njTeCJF7Jxk/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan playing guitar for us in his room... he is really good... all the girls love it which in turn feeds the ego and the desire to keep playing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR5-J5GcI/AAAAAAAABFY/37TFJIRMeJU/s1600-h/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389561804201990594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR5-J5GcI/AAAAAAAABFY/37TFJIRMeJU/s400/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second day was a "Breast Cancer Meet" so everyone was wearing these pink shirts. The swimmers even had pink bathing suits and swim caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR5cuiwMI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XU-H5He-_j0/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389561795228909762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR5cuiwMI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XU-H5He-_j0/s400/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mom at the meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN11hcZpI/AAAAAAAABFI/jLbwBejyBxM/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389557335118866066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN11hcZpI/AAAAAAAABFI/jLbwBejyBxM/s400/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan and his diving buddy Landon... they had some CRAZY stories about college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN1b6y2QI/AAAAAAAABFA/vmArhHnFoW8/s1600-h/IMG_2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389557328245872898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN1b6y2QI/AAAAAAAABFA/vmArhHnFoW8/s400/IMG_2156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan getting ready to dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN1M86hNI/AAAAAAAABE4/4DXwMUatsRk/s1600-h/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389557324228232402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN1M86hNI/AAAAAAAABE4/4DXwMUatsRk/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is called the tower and yes, Jordan dives off that top platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN0kdUI1I/AAAAAAAABEw/td3XNnxErzY/s1600-h/IMG_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389557313358275410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN0kdUI1I/AAAAAAAABEw/td3XNnxErzY/s400/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grabbing some lunch the day we got there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN0RLlecI/AAAAAAAABEo/4opsiPGp-kA/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389557308183640514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuN0RLlecI/AAAAAAAABEo/4opsiPGp-kA/s400/IMG_2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Jordan: it was fun to see all the places he likes to eat and hang out at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84bf5602d7b6f5cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84bf5602d7b6f5cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27E968105BDAAFF8BB8859DEAB768909EB3BE2BE.50CF220A7A43E53DC4C65E05F3E682E974736ADB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84bf5602d7b6f5cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQo4NGfOnzWw74OodUyjAdFSykTI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84bf5602d7b6f5cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27E968105BDAAFF8BB8859DEAB768909EB3BE2BE.50CF220A7A43E53DC4C65E05F3E682E974736ADB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84bf5602d7b6f5cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQo4NGfOnzWw74OodUyjAdFSykTI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan and his friend Landon messing around on the platform... me personally... I wouldnt be messing around that high up =)&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74ee4e7c886d3659" 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://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74ee4e7c886d3659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6229D7B8A3F791FE1B5226F70761727822CCB3F9.2AADD7D2AA295C0E544D1C032729E82E7410959E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74ee4e7c886d3659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG8uwj9vjdyOKZGrqSHc1uA7A-jU&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://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74ee4e7c886d3659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6229D7B8A3F791FE1B5226F70761727822CCB3F9.2AADD7D2AA295C0E544D1C032729E82E7410959E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74ee4e7c886d3659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG8uwj9vjdyOKZGrqSHc1uA7A-jU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jordan Diving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3924560567755939961?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3924560567755939961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3924560567755939961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3924560567755939961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3924560567755939961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/fsu-weekend.html' title='FSU Weekend'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsuR6XmVNSI/AAAAAAAABFg/njTeCJF7Jxk/s72-c/IMG_2173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3824373911972446872</id><published>2009-10-06T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:12:07.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a sad, sad day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Ssslr7O-YyI/AAAAAAAABEg/tJvONUyquz0/s1600-h/10_06_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389442815644033826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Ssslr7O-YyI/AAAAAAAABEg/tJvONUyquz0/s400/10_06_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reagan has given up her nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enough said....&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/3458639960494086482-3824373911972446872?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3824373911972446872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3824373911972446872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3824373911972446872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3824373911972446872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-sad-sad-day.html' title='It&apos;s a sad, sad day....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Ssslr7O-YyI/AAAAAAAABEg/tJvONUyquz0/s72-c/10_06_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-7502423326449702996</id><published>2009-09-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:48:24.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For my husband... it's not just a game, it's a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; A few weeks ago I posted about Stephens adventures of tailgating and the massive amount of work that went into going to the Georgia game. This weekend I was able to experience it with him and I have to say... it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Georgia games before... last season we went to almost all of the home games but we didnt do the whole "tailgating" experience. This week Georgia played Arizona State at 7pm. We left the house at 10:00am to get set up. It was raining but apparently Georgia fans are very serious about this stuff and nobody seemed to care... we set up anyway. I was able to meet some of the wives of the guys Stephen works with and it was nice to relax without the kids for the day.  It actually stopped raining for most of the day until it was time to walk to the stadium for the game and it was a monsoon!!!! I was soaking wet by the time we got the stadium. It was cold, I was wet, but the game was great, the atmosphere was awesome, we had a blast and the Dawgs won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this season started I wasnt really sure I wanted to go to very many games but after this weekend I am really looking forward to more. GO DAWGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsDuNysAHgI/AAAAAAAABEY/1hnC0Pr8gGw/s1600-h/IMG00020-20090926-1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386567075047153154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsDuNysAHgI/AAAAAAAABEY/1hnC0Pr8gGw/s400/IMG00020-20090926-1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture doesnt do our "setup" justice. We had to put the TV in the back of my Expedition to protect it from the rain but we had a grill and TONS of food. I of course forgot my camera so this was taken with Stephens cell phone.&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/3458639960494086482-7502423326449702996?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7502423326449702996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7502423326449702996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7502423326449702996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7502423326449702996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/georgia-football.html' title='Georgia Football'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SsDuNysAHgI/AAAAAAAABEY/1hnC0Pr8gGw/s72-c/IMG00020-20090926-1152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-2395451085718120885</id><published>2009-09-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:07:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srza0PaSPBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2Q5_rwmxKos/s1600-h/IMG_4118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385419845453102098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srza0PaSPBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2Q5_rwmxKos/s400/IMG_4118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be fun to document some of the funny/weird things my kids love to eat. I know every kid has their weird things they like but its always funny to compare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan love Ramen Noodles. I think it started when I was pregnant with Brody and I was craving them (of all the things to crave) and so she calls the "Mommy Noodles". She also loves garbazo beans which I have always thought was a little strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody LOVES avacados with lime juice and garlic salt on them. He goes crazy over them. He also loves black beans and chips and salsa. He is in heaven at the mexican restraunt because he gets to eat his chips and salsa and bleck beans. He wont eat the white cheese dip (which is what most kids love I think) but I have to get him his own little bowl of salsa so he can dip his chips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure there is a laundry list of weird things my kids have liked but these are the current ones... at least they are somewhat healthy right (except the Ramen Noodles).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-2395451085718120885?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2395451085718120885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2395451085718120885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2395451085718120885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2395451085718120885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-fact-friday_25.html' title='Fun Fact Friday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srza0PaSPBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2Q5_rwmxKos/s72-c/IMG_4118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5701380489207631995</id><published>2009-09-23T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:19:17.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sros9o2a88I/AAAAAAAABEI/pu8tFEgtzPI/s1600-h/fancy-nancy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384665741924168642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sros9o2a88I/AAAAAAAABEI/pu8tFEgtzPI/s400/fancy-nancy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have a little girl you must get these books. Reagan is IN LOVE with them. They are the cutest most fun books to read. They are all about a little girl that loves being fancy... she loves all things french and uses fancy words like exquisit and ellegant. She loves tutus, boas, and lots of accessories.  I actually heard Reagan telling her stuffed animal the other day that "This tea is exquisit" while she was wearing ballet slippers, a crown and a "Fancy Nancy" tutu.  We have read them so much that Reagan now reads them to me (and she gets pretty spot on with the story). They are so cute!!!&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/3458639960494086482-5701380489207631995?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5701380489207631995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5701380489207631995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5701380489207631995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5701380489207631995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/fancy-nancy.html' title='Fancy Nancy'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sros9o2a88I/AAAAAAAABEI/pu8tFEgtzPI/s72-c/fancy-nancy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-2564492865996426402</id><published>2009-09-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:05:05.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away....</title><content type='html'>Today it rained....again, for the 8th day in a row. I am so tired of rain I could scream. But today I decided to make the best of it. Stephen told me this morning not to go anywhere because the roads were so bad that our main interstate was SHUT DOWN this morning and roads were flooding all over the place so I decided to have a Rainy Day Party with my kids. What does that entail you ask... whatever you want it to. For us it involved painting (rainbows and sunshines of course), making a big tent in the living room with all our pillows and stuffed animals, making raindrops (blue cupcakes) and decorating them, watching a movie (or two or three) and playing in the rain and looking for frogs. We ended up having a neighbor friend come over and join in the festivities. It was a fun day but for the love of all things could it please stop raining!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkBLQtSjI/AAAAAAAABD8/wgxq44Nb0DI/s1600-h/IMG_4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022588398586418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkBLQtSjI/AAAAAAAABD8/wgxq44Nb0DI/s400/IMG_4097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our party banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkAh-oLZI/AAAAAAAABD0/sqpyMD2Kgoo/s1600-h/IMG_4098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022577316900242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkAh-oLZI/AAAAAAAABD0/sqpyMD2Kgoo/s400/IMG_4098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making cupcakes or raindrops as we were calling them. I realized after I told Reagan we could make them that I didnt have any eggs so I had to walk over to the neighbors house, in the rain, to borrow 3 eggs (Thanks Candy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkAJy0SkI/AAAAAAAABDs/AkzPKSzqC84/s1600-h/IMG_4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022570824911426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkAJy0SkI/AAAAAAAABDs/AkzPKSzqC84/s400/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little blue food coloring to make our "raindrops"... they actually were a little teal colored but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srfej-8ILlI/AAAAAAAABDk/qBEWCG7wLZ4/s1600-h/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016589316697682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srfej-8ILlI/AAAAAAAABDk/qBEWCG7wLZ4/s400/IMG_4104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our raincloud hanging from the light in our family room. After I hung it up Reagan informed me that rain comes from black clouds not white ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfejXnzGCI/AAAAAAAABDc/6QAiviO971o/s1600-h/IMG_4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016578762446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfejXnzGCI/AAAAAAAABDc/6QAiviO971o/s400/IMG_4109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody eating his blue/green raindrop (or cupcake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srfei-tc8XI/AAAAAAAABDU/Zb_BAIBbowE/s1600-h/IMG_4110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016572075274610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srfei-tc8XI/AAAAAAAABDU/Zb_BAIBbowE/s400/IMG_4110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Reagan masterpiece. Needless to say she did not eat these but it occupied her and her friend Averi for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfeidqMP9I/AAAAAAAABDM/Z637bVrvf34/s1600-h/IMG_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016563203227602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfeidqMP9I/AAAAAAAABDM/Z637bVrvf34/s400/IMG_4112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan ate more sprinles than cupcake I think. At one point Susan and I looked at the girls and they looked like they were doing shots of sprinkles... they both had their heads thrown back with sprinkle bottles in their hands trying to shake out as many as they could into their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srfeh1Sl-uI/AAAAAAAABDE/XidHdUUxx8Q/s1600-h/IMG_4113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016552366832354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Srfeh1Sl-uI/AAAAAAAABDE/XidHdUUxx8Q/s400/IMG_4113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and her friend Averi decorating their raindrops (cupcakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the forecast for the rest of the week is not looking so promising. It's kind of crazy around here. Schools are closed, major highways are shutdown, basements flooding all over the place (not ours thankfully). Stephens phone has been ringing off the hook. His company is out of equipment they have had so many calls today and last I talked to him, it wasnt letting up any. In fact he just called me and told me that he didnt think he would be coming home at all... 3 major interstates are shut down and he doesnt know that he can make it home. This might make for a LONG week.&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;/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/3458639960494086482-2564492865996426402?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2564492865996426402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2564492865996426402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2564492865996426402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2564492865996426402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-it-rained.html' title='Rain rain go away....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfkBLQtSjI/AAAAAAAABD8/wgxq44Nb0DI/s72-c/IMG_4097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3058009769641104263</id><published>2009-09-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:53:56.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what Brody learned how to do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfWjb0DL1I/AAAAAAAABC8/v1Cc0VlqfgY/s1600-h/IMG_2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384007783794552658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfWjb0DL1I/AAAAAAAABC8/v1Cc0VlqfgY/s400/IMG_2116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the makings of a full-on temper tantrum. Up until now he has never had one but boy did he surprise me when he did. I was pretty impressed =) This was in the middle of the mall when he didnt get to ride the train right away... and yes, I was one of "those moms" that just let her child pitch a fit in the floor of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3058009769641104263?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3058009769641104263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3058009769641104263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3058009769641104263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3058009769641104263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-what-brody-learned-how-to-do.html' title='Look what Brody learned how to do....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfWjb0DL1I/AAAAAAAABC8/v1Cc0VlqfgY/s72-c/IMG_2116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5036624990756291866</id><published>2009-09-21T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:34:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Weekend</title><content type='html'>My mom and sister came into town this weekend with hopes of going to the Gwinnett County fair. My mom and I had taken Reagan last year and she really enjoyed it but unfortunately it was raining so much we werent able to go. We decided to make the best of the weekend anyway and still managed to do some fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTG400egI/AAAAAAAABC0/qNymyZ-AZUc/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384003994831321602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTG400egI/AAAAAAAABC0/qNymyZ-AZUc/s400/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan did one of those bungy jumping things at the mall. I was a little surprised that she had no reservations at all and talked about it for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTGsx3OeI/AAAAAAAABCs/1qUcgWjbsS0/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384003991597693410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTGsx3OeI/AAAAAAAABCs/1qUcgWjbsS0/s400/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTGLNA2aI/AAAAAAAABCk/3RNrrlwM608/s1600-h/IMG_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384003982584764834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTGLNA2aI/AAAAAAAABCk/3RNrrlwM608/s400/IMG_2108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and Damian riding on the train in the mall. Damian wasn't very happy so he didn't want to look at the camera. He fell out of the bed that morning and cracked his head open so that kind of established what kind of day he was having (poor guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTFoEFq6I/AAAAAAAABCc/lH_01Qep-EE/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384003973152091042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTFoEFq6I/AAAAAAAABCc/lH_01Qep-EE/s400/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Reagan and Brody on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTFFjBpEI/AAAAAAAABCU/lR0lQIyzeqI/s1600-h/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384003963886609474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTFFjBpEI/AAAAAAAABCU/lR0lQIyzeqI/s400/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we went home and got naps we headed over to my brothers house for a yummy dinner. Then we hung around and let the kids play with eachother. Thanks Ryan and Brindi for having us over. (This is like our 5th attempt at getting a picture of all the grandkids together... its the best we have gotten so far and they arent wearing any clothes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b242ccde0672753e" 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://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db242ccde0672753e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D272C149BA4C0B2F4D2B421B39BA4BB92CA39A757.1F1239D83671085C7A2FDACBB269B67DA2ECE69A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db242ccde0672753e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOqDGckLzFQ3UEq90jxCFkXH_gzI&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://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db242ccde0672753e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D272C149BA4C0B2F4D2B421B39BA4BB92CA39A757.1F1239D83671085C7A2FDACBB269B67DA2ECE69A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db242ccde0672753e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOqDGckLzFQ3UEq90jxCFkXH_gzI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan talked about the bungy thing so much that we decided to take her back on Sunday and let her do it again. She had just as much fun the second time around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the rain it was a fun weekend. It's always fun to see my family and its really neat to see Reagan and Damian becoming better friends. It seems like every time we see eachother they play together better than the time before. Me and Megan are waiting for the day we can just send them out in the yard on their own and play so we can actually talk. =)&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/3458639960494086482-5036624990756291866?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5036624990756291866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5036624990756291866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5036624990756291866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5036624990756291866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainy-weekend.html' title='Rainy Weekend'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrfTG400egI/AAAAAAAABC0/qNymyZ-AZUc/s72-c/IMG_2084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4520211050269215707</id><published>2009-09-18T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:12:56.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>Today Reagan learned a hard life-lesson. We had gone to the mall so that Reagan could go to Build-A-Bear and make a bear. I started this new reward program when she started school where she get these little glass beads when she gets a green light at school or helps out around the house. She finally filled up her jar and builing a bear at Build-A-Bear is what she wanted to do. So off I trecked to the mall with both kids in tow (that was probably my first mistake of the day) and decided that while I was there I would make a few stops, nothing major just run in, grab something and get out. Well that is exactly what Reagan did.... except that we didnt pay for her something.&lt;br /&gt;     We were in the Disney store picking up one little thing for Brody and the line was going really slow. Reagan was touching everything and I was telling her to put it down. She kept picking up this water bottle thing and I kept telling her we werent buying it. We finally paid and got out of there. Our next stop was to run in and grab a pair of jeans for Brody at Gymboree. I had a coupon that was about to expire and wanted to make sure to use it. While I was looking for the right size I saw Reagan putting stuff from my purse into her bag including my wallet, so I quickly went over there and told her she couldnt play with my wallet, and thats when I saw it. The water bottle thing that she had been eyeing at the Disney store. I immediately asked her if she took it and she said she did. Then I had to sit down in the middle of a busy Gymboree and explain to her we dont take thing we havent paid for. She was upset and wouldn't look at me... she knew she had dome something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;     Then we went back to the Disney store and waited in another long line (they really need to get more help at that store) and when it was our turn I walked up, set Reagan on the counter and told her she needed to tell the lady what she did. For some reason I felt like I was fighting back tears as I watched my daughter... for one of the first times ever, do something that was really hard and embarrassing for her. She handed the lady the water bottle and said "I took this" the whole time she wouldnt even look at the lady behind the register (who was a sweet older lady that was obviously very sympathetic to this situation.) Then she said she was sorry and she wouldnt take things without paying for them ever again. The lady thanked her and told her to have a good day and then looked at me as I mouthed "Thank you" to her and she winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;     She was a little quiet for a few minutes after that and when we got to the car I told her I loved her and reiterated the idea that we dont take things that we havent paid for. I asked her if she understood and without missing a beat she said "Yes Ma'am" (which she usually only says without being prompted when she is in trouble). I know this is the first of many life lessons she will experience but unfortunately I know it will not be the hardest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-4520211050269215707?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4520211050269215707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4520211050269215707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4520211050269215707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4520211050269215707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-410951970077187496</id><published>2009-09-18T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:45:51.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact Friday</title><content type='html'>Reagan: Reagan has become a master at knowing her letters. We worked really hard this summer at recognizing her letters and she knows them all. Now she has become very interested in what everything starts with, especially everyones names. She hasnt quite gotten the sounds for all the letters yet but that is what we are working on now. She is also really wanting to learn to write the letters and is actually starting to get a few. It's really cute because whenever people would ask her name, because she would talk softly and mumble a little bit people always thought she was saying "Megan" so now when people ask her name she says "It's Reagan with an "R."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody: Brody's vocabulary has really started to come into its own. Granted they are still words that I can only understand but his most recent one is "Thank You." Whenever he wants something and then I give it to him he says "Thank You"... again, its probably not something anyone else would know was thank you if they heard it but its the same everytime so I know thats what it is. Some of his other favorites are Bye-Bye, Night-Night, Juice, Shoes, Outside, Horse, Dog, Book, Tub, Mommy, and Daddy. He has yet to come up with a word for Reagan. It's so fun when they start talking and can express themselves a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-410951970077187496?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/410951970077187496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=410951970077187496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/410951970077187496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/410951970077187496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-fact-friday_18.html' title='Fun Fact Friday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-3103347568206283102</id><published>2009-09-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:09:58.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody at Gymboree</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures I took while we were at Gymboree today. Brody loves it but he definitely does what he wants... there is no convincing him to do the "group activity" if he doesnt like it. Wonder where he gets that from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhR3aLhII/AAAAAAAABCM/ElJ0UE-A004/s1600-h/IMG_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382541832964768898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhR3aLhII/AAAAAAAABCM/ElJ0UE-A004/s400/IMG_2065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhRnI7BKI/AAAAAAAABCE/bXhQfCXsCho/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382541828597417122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhRnI7BKI/AAAAAAAABCE/bXhQfCXsCho/s400/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhRIYl3SI/AAAAAAAABB8/EbSVoqzQzyo/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382541820341640482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhRIYl3SI/AAAAAAAABB8/EbSVoqzQzyo/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhQrHlNFI/AAAAAAAABB0/yAVpoQX3Lzo/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382541812485665874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhQrHlNFI/AAAAAAAABB0/yAVpoQX3Lzo/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhQEKPNTI/AAAAAAAABBs/tZG9f_Zr_Vk/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382541802027824434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhQEKPNTI/AAAAAAAABBs/tZG9f_Zr_Vk/s400/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is doing his "Yeehaww" that he always does when he gets on a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having lots of fun and today our Gymboree moved to a bigger building so there is even more room for him to run around and be crazy. He loves bubble time but doesnt really like the parachute... funny because Reagan didnt really like that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-3103347568206283102?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3103347568206283102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3103347568206283102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3103347568206283102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3103347568206283102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/brody-at-gymboree.html' title='Brody at Gymboree'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrKhR3aLhII/AAAAAAAABCM/ElJ0UE-A004/s72-c/IMG_2065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-870740454690218700</id><published>2009-09-16T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:25:45.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Reagan</title><content type='html'>I was drawing (and I use the term drawing very loosely) with Reagan this afternoon and she asked me to draw a wolf. Now where she came up with a wolf to begin with is beyond me... I can do cats, dogs, ladybugs, monkeys... not a whole lot more. My sister got all the drawing talent... her little boy's doodle pad is filed with all kinds of creatures. But trying to be a good sport, I make what would be considered a 1st graders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; at a wolf. It was horrible... it was embarrassing... and without missing a beat Reagan looks at me and says, "Mommy that's the best wolf I ever seen!" Thank you Reagan for loving me despite my handicap in the drawing department. Now if only I can keep her from looking at Damians doodle pad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrFTC_HBQGI/AAAAAAAABBk/Rhskf2HLLsg/s1600-h/09_16_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382174340450173026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrFTC_HBQGI/AAAAAAAABBk/Rhskf2HLLsg/s400/09_16_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes- this is my wolf... in all its glory... doesnt get much better than this folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ETA: I think I need to add here that pretty much &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; in my family can draw pretty good... except for me... I guess I got the short end of the stick on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-870740454690218700?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/870740454690218700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=870740454690218700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/870740454690218700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/870740454690218700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love-reagan.html' title='Why I Love Reagan'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrFTC_HBQGI/AAAAAAAABBk/Rhskf2HLLsg/s72-c/09_16_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-3272250961538243103</id><published>2009-09-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:19:27.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since we finished the playroom I have had a huge wall just screaming for something to put there. It drove me nuts... I knew I wanted to do a picture wall but had been trying to sort through all of my kids pictures and pick certain ones. I have some fabulous pictures of my kids... that we have paid good money for that are all in a box in the basement. So I finally finished it. It's subtle (not to over the top) with pictures everywhere... I really tried to narrow it down to some of my favorites (which was REALLY hard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_gNhg8oI/AAAAAAAABBU/SVhDX9PzeIE/s1600-h/IMG_4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382082483558871682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_gNhg8oI/AAAAAAAABBU/SVhDX9PzeIE/s400/IMG_4051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before: Big naked wall screaming for something to cover them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_fhwzr3I/AAAAAAAABBM/BK57huJNZys/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382082471811854194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_fhwzr3I/AAAAAAAABBM/BK57huJNZys/s400/IMG_4090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_fNrRk0I/AAAAAAAABBE/7-JfyKPgytc/s1600-h/IMG_4091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382082466419938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_fNrRk0I/AAAAAAAABBE/7-JfyKPgytc/s400/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The left side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_eznwJWI/AAAAAAAABA8/AvMDSJ11NbQ/s1600-h/IMG_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382082459425842530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_eznwJWI/AAAAAAAABA8/AvMDSJ11NbQ/s400/IMG_4092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The right side (the big picture will be our family beach picture and it hasnt come in yet) also- the bottom one of Reagan keeps going crooked so I think I am going to have to put some picture putty in the corner to make it stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still thinking about doing some of the wall words above... some kind of quote I think but have't had time to come up with a good one and order it. I am pretty happy with how it came out.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-3272250961538243103?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3272250961538243103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=3272250961538243103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3272250961538243103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/3272250961538243103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-wall.html' title='Picture Wall'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD_gNhg8oI/AAAAAAAABBU/SVhDX9PzeIE/s72-c/IMG_4051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6969139787472135857</id><published>2009-09-16T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:36:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD2OO1fvbI/AAAAAAAABAQ/0_5nREWslAg/s1600-h/IMG_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan got this bear for a "Teddy Bear Picnic" at school. (and yes I went and bought a bear especially for the picnic because while we have stuffed animals at our house we didnt have any bears.) It's right up her alley- its a baby bear that when you put a bottle in its mouth it makes a sucking-eating noise. Brody has been dying to get his hands on it so when Reagan went to school the next day he was all over it. It was really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD2Nv0kBKI/AAAAAAAABAI/gkSc5plDNHU/s1600-h/IMG_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382072270743405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD2Nv0kBKI/AAAAAAAABAI/gkSc5plDNHU/s400/IMG_4072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD2NEHMG6I/AAAAAAAABAA/BjiDt_VKGYY/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382072259010370466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD2NEHMG6I/AAAAAAAABAA/BjiDt_VKGYY/s400/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3458639960494086482-6969139787472135857?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6969139787472135857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6969139787472135857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6969139787472135857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6969139787472135857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/teddy-bear-teddy-bear.html' title='Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrD2Nv0kBKI/AAAAAAAABAI/gkSc5plDNHU/s72-c/IMG_4072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8784659876176141771</id><published>2009-09-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:08:10.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Update</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that Reagan is doing awesome in school. She is thriving and making friends, learning new things everyday, and most importantly, she is behaving (for the most part at least). Her teachers do a stop light system: Green is excellent, yellow is a warning, and red is a timeout. I am not saying we haven't had any yellows but for the most part she comes home with a green light and she has never had a red. I am so happy I made the decision to switch to this new school. I can tell a world of difference and I am so happy that she actually LIKES going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrDv0-7wuGI/AAAAAAAAA_4/UyG6j87cauo/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382065248233633890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrDv0-7wuGI/AAAAAAAAA_4/UyG6j87cauo/s400/IMG_4075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrDufRKNFOI/AAAAAAAAA_w/i6dyqiQncc8/s1600-h/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-8784659876176141771?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8784659876176141771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8784659876176141771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8784659876176141771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8784659876176141771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-update.html' title='School Update'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SrDv0-7wuGI/AAAAAAAAA_4/UyG6j87cauo/s72-c/IMG_4075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1649416345173994601</id><published>2009-09-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:13:14.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>I love pictures on the beach... I love little girls in white dresses and little chubby feet with sand on them. Thats why I didnt hesitate to have some made this summer when we were at the beach. I finally got them back and scanned into my computer. I was really surprised at how many turned out good seeing as how during the process my children were total grumps! Because we were trying to get the sunset we didnt even start taking pictures until almost 7pm which is when my kids go to bed so I was really pleased with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq6GPalnI8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/YKjmzkJMYQc/s1600-h/001_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381386204147557314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq6GPalnI8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/YKjmzkJMYQc/s400/001_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq6GPBlpJcI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vX6s2_KS6kQ/s1600-h/002_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381386197436802498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq6GPBlpJcI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vX6s2_KS6kQ/s400/002_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1B1LfHTpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IIrolC6B32w/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381029511649775250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1B1LfHTpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/IIrolC6B32w/s400/003_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1B0uZ3zUI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cL4esrNSpY0/s1600-h/004_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381029503843159362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1B0uZ3zUI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cL4esrNSpY0/s400/004_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1B0WkGHuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/CnBgffLceLc/s1600-h/005_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381029497443589858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1B0WkGHuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/CnBgffLceLc/s400/005_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1BzzJRsLI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ZVzr7ICfPwI/s1600-h/006_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381029487935860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1BzzJRsLI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ZVzr7ICfPwI/s400/006_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1BzWL5jOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FXgCaVOYjBU/s1600-h/007_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381029480162233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1BzWL5jOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/FXgCaVOYjBU/s400/007_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AK_FqZ4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/FEBcgyRgE4U/s1600-h/008_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381027687255664514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AK_FqZ4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/FEBcgyRgE4U/s400/008_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AKnAY0lI/AAAAAAAAA-k/guBEOS6Q508/s1600-h/009_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381027680791089746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AKnAY0lI/AAAAAAAAA-k/guBEOS6Q508/s400/009_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AKGU4GtI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0pPGE0vNq9k/s1600-h/010_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381027672018655954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AKGU4GtI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0pPGE0vNq9k/s400/010_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AJyFsQrI/AAAAAAAAA-U/KWceojwdYxk/s1600-h/011_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381027666586256050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AJyFsQrI/AAAAAAAAA-U/KWceojwdYxk/s400/011_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AJC_7MAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/s1oKW-poKLs/s1600-h/012_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381027653945602050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq1AJC_7MAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/s1oKW-poKLs/s400/012_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-GEmm53I/AAAAAAAAA98/TVLpZUtFROA/s1600-h/013_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025403813422962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-GEmm53I/AAAAAAAAA98/TVLpZUtFROA/s400/013_13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-F433nhI/AAAAAAAAA90/Epjtoz16HvE/s1600-h/014_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025400664595986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-F433nhI/AAAAAAAAA90/Epjtoz16HvE/s400/014_14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-FWe5v0I/AAAAAAAAA9s/OcU9i9o5b9A/s1600-h/015_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025391433072450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-FWe5v0I/AAAAAAAAA9s/OcU9i9o5b9A/s400/015_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-E5OJJhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/B-oEK_B3BgQ/s1600-h/016_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381025383578150418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq0-E5OJJhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/B-oEK_B3BgQ/s400/016_16.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-1649416345173994601?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1649416345173994601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1649416345173994601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1649416345173994601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1649416345173994601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sq6GPalnI8I/AAAAAAAAA_o/YKjmzkJMYQc/s72-c/001_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8529481468080469644</id><published>2009-09-12T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:14:00.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train em' early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqv_1ss5RrI/AAAAAAAAA9M/M0KE7r1sYTk/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before they can even talk.... they know the call... Go Dawgs Sic em' Woof Woof !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a092319a0e0f1e6a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da092319a0e0f1e6a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25E9647A669C359E0D7A288F93452C756176E486.178E88E4A7A5D9AB987E66174ED21650CD593BCE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da092319a0e0f1e6a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhmpVDkqmEsVvB9u4Bwun87hIVd0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da092319a0e0f1e6a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25E9647A669C359E0D7A288F93452C756176E486.178E88E4A7A5D9AB987E66174ED21650CD593BCE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da092319a0e0f1e6a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhmpVDkqmEsVvB9u4Bwun87hIVd0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bed126a0ee05293c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbed126a0ee05293c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3A3BEA6B62695EC2C3D3AD4A5BA77257468ED0.439023E6E1554C536CB78AC95D3161A49C3BD323%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbed126a0ee05293c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF-3TxndMNl9uW1w_mnqyT8QP-E8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbed126a0ee05293c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204549%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3A3BEA6B62695EC2C3D3AD4A5BA77257468ED0.439023E6E1554C536CB78AC95D3161A49C3BD323%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbed126a0ee05293c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF-3TxndMNl9uW1w_mnqyT8QP-E8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are in the thick of it... UGA football season. Stephen left at 9:30 this morning (for a game that stated at 7:00pm mind you) with his truck loaded with all the necessary tailgaiting supplies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 50 inch plasma TV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Direct TV portable dish receiver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 coolers loaded drinks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 bags of chips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36 hot dogs and buns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 bags of ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 UGA canopy tent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 UGA fold out chairs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 very large customized UGA cornhole game (its kind of like beanbag game for grown men)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 folding tables for set-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 portable grill complete with 2 propane tanks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a generator to run it all.... sound like a lot of work? It does to me to but its something Stephen has always dreamed of being able to do. He has been planning it, shopping for it, TALKING about it (nonstop) and finally it was here. The first UGA home game of the season (he has season tickets this year) and last time I talked to him, which was long before the game started.... He was having a blast.... and that makes me happy because Stephen works hard, for us and everything we have, and while he doesn't buy or do much for himself when he does, I know it's stuff he really wants. I love you babe... I am so glad you enjoyed yourself today, just dont wake me up when you get home really late  or complain that your "so tired" tomorrow. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8529481468080469644?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8529481468080469644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8529481468080469644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8529481468080469644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8529481468080469644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/train-em-early.html' title='Train em&apos; early'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-4957810379587364134</id><published>2009-09-11T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:31:19.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact Friday</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am going to start posting random facts about my kids on Fridays. I realized that while I was documenting a lot of the big things we did some of the small things I forget about and since this blog is mostly for my children I dont want to forget those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: She is very interested in what everything eats. I have no idea where this came from but anytime we see an animal the first thing she asks me is "What does him eat?" It has made me realize that there are a lot of animals that I have no idea what they eat. Thankfully las time we went to the zoo there were those fact sheets about the animals so I figured out what lots of things eat. She is also very interested in where I buy things at. If I come home with a new shirt for her the first thing she says is "Where did you buy that at?" and then she proceeds to tell anyone that likes her shirt "My mommy got it a the Gap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody: Brody is really into horses right now. It kind of started I think at Reagans party but he loves anything that has a horse. He will put it down on the ground and make this funny little noise like the horse is galloping. Whenever he is riding something (it doesnt have to be a horse but anything that you ride on the back of he sticks one arm up in the air and says "Yeeee" I think that is his version of  Yehaw. It's really cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-4957810379587364134?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4957810379587364134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=4957810379587364134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4957810379587364134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/4957810379587364134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-fact-friday.html' title='Fun Fact Friday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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-3458639960494086482.post-2260984779174335544</id><published>2009-09-10T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:31:50.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow Talk</title><content type='html'>With the exception of nights I am not at home, I typically handle bed time. REagan adores Stephen but there is something about wanting mommy to put her to bed that makes it difficult for anyone else. Lately, as part of her stall tactics, she decides that bed time is the time when she wants to talk about EVERYTHING. I love our time together at night because that does seem to be when she is most talkative but sometimes I just have to listen for a while and then get up and walk out because I think she might talk all night.  It varies from night to night but tonight this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reagan:&lt;/span&gt; "Mommy I am going to get really really big one day and when I get big I can drive a truck, and go to work, and use a knife (that one made me laugh a little) and chew gum and blow a bubble because right now I am to little to chew gum but I can chew it on the airplane, and I can turn on the light on my fan (she means she will be tall enough to pull the fan string to turn her light on) and reach on the top of that thing (pointing to her dresser), and I will go to school a lot a lot, and I can use a glass because I am little now and glass can break so I cant use a glass now except when mommy helps me.....when I get really really big. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then without missing a beat she looks at me, strokes my face, and says "I love you too* mommy" and in that moment I realize, I would listen to ANYTHING to hear that at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*For some strange reason Reagan always says "I love you too" instead of just I love you... not sure how that came about but it is still the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-2260984779174335544?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2260984779174335544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2260984779174335544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2260984779174335544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2260984779174335544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/pillow-talk.html' title='Pillow Talk'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8621457514805130180</id><published>2009-09-10T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:58:36.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does this costume look familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqlKgq2si_I/AAAAAAAAA9E/Cw8ZBWAsoLE/s1600-h/IMG_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379913154990738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqlKgq2si_I/AAAAAAAAA9E/Cw8ZBWAsoLE/s400/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqlKgPkdYRI/AAAAAAAAA88/stk6IgmiPlA/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379913147666489618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqlKgPkdYRI/AAAAAAAAA88/stk6IgmiPlA/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For anyone reading this that isnt my mom... this was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; dance costume when she was a little girl... my grandma saved it through all these years. Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-8621457514805130180?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8621457514805130180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8621457514805130180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8621457514805130180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8621457514805130180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-my-mom.html' title='For my mom...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqlKgq2si_I/AAAAAAAAA9E/Cw8ZBWAsoLE/s72-c/IMG_2030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8418597619893555286</id><published>2009-09-09T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:45:35.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video from our Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are two videos from our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The first one is Brody playing with my grandma... they did this silly little game all week long and it is hilarious how Brody is totally copying her with the laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second is one of Reagan swimming by the end of the week. 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The kids had a blast and it was so fun for them to have that one-on-one time with my grandma, or "Manny" as Reagan calls her. Besides the kids not sleeping very well the rest of the trip was great. Here are LOTS of pictures to show what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf2nvA-5TI/AAAAAAAAA80/QCSE_q6_bCI/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379539442413266226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf2nvA-5TI/AAAAAAAAA80/QCSE_q6_bCI/s400/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan and Brody looking at the planes... Reagan was very excited but a little dissapointed when we didnt have a pink plane. they both did pretty good on the flight... I am just glad it was like a 3 hour flight because I think an hour was there limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf2nFJAR_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/tZwuZSh1N-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf2mwZ6h1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/qx5noBJdbUA/s1600-h/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379539425606403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf2mwZ6h1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/qx5noBJdbUA/s400/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan wasted no time jumping in the pool. I brought her 4 bathing suits but for some reason she was really attached to this one and its the only one she wore all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0uHoDHuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/BFxn7hmgE0o/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379537353075531490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0uHoDHuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/BFxn7hmgE0o/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and "Manny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0tjkIHuI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rmQbhiRSYRc/s1600-h/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379537343395405538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0tjkIHuI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rmQbhiRSYRc/s400/IMG_1948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan became a pro in the pool. By the end of the week she was swimming like a fish. It was so fun to watch her learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0tA8ElXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/yZFMXZ5wqOE/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379537334100596082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0tA8ElXI/AAAAAAAAA8M/yZFMXZ5wqOE/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant go to Florida without going to the Lowry Park Zoo. My grandma came with us and helped rangle kids. It was nice because we got to do all the things we missed out on when we went earlier this summer and Damian got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0sjrit9I/AAAAAAAAA8E/oe95Zhpx-F8/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379537326246639570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0sjrit9I/AAAAAAAAA8E/oe95Zhpx-F8/s400/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody really enjoyed it this time.... he loved looking at all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0sMGCYCI/AAAAAAAAA78/boOD1ooaNcg/s1600-h/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379537319915315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf0sMGCYCI/AAAAAAAAA78/boOD1ooaNcg/s400/IMG_1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeding the birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfvpzbzQXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/w4v3gKIVDAo/s1600-h/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531781377835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfvpzbzQXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/w4v3gKIVDAo/s400/IMG_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; REagan loved this roller coaster the first time we went so she HAD to ride it again but insisted that "Manny" ride it with her, not mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqfvpi0JCgI/AAAAAAAAA7k/S9cj29tYDDA/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531776916523522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqfvpi0JCgI/AAAAAAAAA7k/S9cj29tYDDA/s400/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The petting zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfvpO5WiWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DBWtocs5x1Y/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531771569670498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfvpO5WiWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DBWtocs5x1Y/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeding the giraffes... they have freakishly long tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqfvojl7JGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_N9oUyx22Wk/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531759945458786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqfvojl7JGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_N9oUyx22Wk/s400/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really neat to be so high up at there level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrBm1EiXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/plpq7SwW9DM/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526692752886130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrBm1EiXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/plpq7SwW9DM/s400/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camel ride with Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrBJGUjbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/I9incAP6Jt8/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526684772175282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrBJGUjbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/I9incAP6Jt8/s400/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camel ride with Brody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrAwoc8QI/AAAAAAAAA68/b6qwcZca5uo/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526678204444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrAwoc8QI/AAAAAAAAA68/b6qwcZca5uo/s400/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan feeding a rhino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrAOPRfAI/AAAAAAAAA60/osj7kwvoZc8/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526668972030978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqfrAOPRfAI/AAAAAAAAA60/osj7kwvoZc8/s400/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and "Manny" having a tea party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqfq_3PkUUI/AAAAAAAAA6s/x9_YNoLKJzc/s1600-h/IMG_2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379526662799249730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqfq_3PkUUI/AAAAAAAAA6s/x9_YNoLKJzc/s400/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding the seagulls at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqeyoZ5WmWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/42tJl_AZnjs/s1600-h/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379464687133301090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqeyoZ5WmWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/42tJl_AZnjs/s400/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tide was out so the sand was really mushy... Reagan didnt like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqeyn1Gs_VI/AAAAAAAAA6c/dDhU2bJx70U/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379464677257182546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqeyn1Gs_VI/AAAAAAAAA6c/dDhU2bJx70U/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody never managed to get a swim suit on before he got in the pool... it was him and a diaper all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqeynA2Cf1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/T9evQqsmbBI/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379464663228645202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SqeynA2Cf1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/T9evQqsmbBI/s400/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last night my grandma pretended to "fall in" when she was playing with Reagan. This is a big deal since in going there my whole life I have probably seen my grandma in that pool 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great trip with great memories... who knows, maybe this will start being a football season tradition for me and the kids... why should Stephen get to have all the fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3458639960494086482-2506043763409010538?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2506043763409010538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2506043763409010538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2506043763409010538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2506043763409010538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-trip.html' title='Our Trip'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sqf2nvA-5TI/AAAAAAAAA80/QCSE_q6_bCI/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6822494292433504828</id><published>2009-09-02T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:00:06.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sp6-GShY5UI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zMpmrohfTTQ/s1600-h/state-of-florida-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376944020387325250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sp6-GShY5UI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zMpmrohfTTQ/s400/state-of-florida-map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids and I are heading to Florida in the morning. Stephen is going to Tulsa for the Georgia game so I decided that I wasnt going to sit around here all weekend so I booked a flight to my grandma's house in St. Petersburg, FL. I am flying by myself with both the kids so here's praying it goes smoothly. Thankfully its only an hour flight so not to much can happen in an hour right? Reagan is excited to see "Manny" and ride on an airplane. I am looking forward to a long weekend of swimming in the pool, going to the zoo and eating some of my grandma's yummy cooking. It should be lots of fun!!!&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/3458639960494086482-6822494292433504828?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6822494292433504828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6822494292433504828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6822494292433504828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6822494292433504828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-to-florida.html' title='Off to Florida'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sp6-GShY5UI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zMpmrohfTTQ/s72-c/state-of-florida-map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5720904362433357414</id><published>2009-08-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:45:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Use Kiddie Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the first time I have ever posted a video so I was really just trying it out. I have no idea why it is in black and white but this is what we did today to passsome time on a rainy day. In the summer its a kiddie-pool, and when it starts getting cooler it's a ball pit. 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I had put off making an appointment for a while, especially since brushing her teeth before bed has become somewhat of a battle, but finally had to bite the bullett and do it. Stephens mom watched Brody for me so that I could focus on Reagan not tearing up the entire dentists office- (Thanks Bonnie). Reagan definitely proved me wrong this time. She did so good. There were a few moments that could have gotten ugly but the hygenist was great and told me that they want to make going to the dentist a positive experience so they wouldn't "force" her to do anything. She did ok with the first two sets of X-rays but wouldnt do anymore after that but other than that she let them do everything else. The dentist said everything looked good and to keep doing what we are doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good Job Reagan!&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/3458639960494086482-7840038544956085989?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7840038544956085989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7840038544956085989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7840038544956085989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7840038544956085989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/reagans-first-dentist-appt.html' title='Reagan&apos;s First Dentist Appt'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Spwly_pBSTI/AAAAAAAAA58/shYqVLoF7i0/s72-c/IMG_1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5117511620827332498</id><published>2009-08-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:24:01.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned something about Reagan today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... apparently she has developed a very serious fear of thunder, so much so, that she woke up from her nap screaming covering her ears... so we improvised a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpcOIoOPGRI/AAAAAAAAA50/-5VagPtzp9E/s1600-h/IMG_4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374780221688846610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpcOIoOPGRI/AAAAAAAAA50/-5VagPtzp9E/s400/IMG_4057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It worked wonders.&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-5117511620827332498?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5117511620827332498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5117511620827332498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5117511620827332498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5117511620827332498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-learned-something-about-reagan-today.html' title='I learned something about Reagan today....'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpcOIoOPGRI/AAAAAAAAA50/-5VagPtzp9E/s72-c/IMG_4057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8679483399850688807</id><published>2009-08-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:06:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymboree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpbRwDOU3zI/AAAAAAAAA5s/uWqohcQ4cBI/s1600-h/08_27_0.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374713828742586162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpbRwDOU3zI/AAAAAAAAA5s/uWqohcQ4cBI/s400/08_27_0.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today while Reagan was in school I took Brody to his first Gymboree class. I had done these classes with Reagan when she was about Brody's age and knew I wanted to do them with Brody but its never just the two of us... until now. I figured this would be the perfect time to start since Reagan is in school and and it just me and him. HE LOVED IT!!!! He had a blast. He was climbing all over the place and dancing and really trying to interact with the other kids. Normally Brody's interaction with other kids is with Reagans friends so it was nice to see him try and interact with kids his OWN age. I have to say that while I miss Reagan like crazy while she is at school, it has been really nice to spend this one-on-one time with Brody. I can tell he likes the individualized attention every once in a while. Needless to say we signed up for classes every Thursday... it will be fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8679483399850688807?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8679483399850688807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8679483399850688807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8679483399850688807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8679483399850688807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/gymboree.html' title='Gymboree'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpbRwDOU3zI/AAAAAAAAA5s/uWqohcQ4cBI/s72-c/08_27_0.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-2536392102361904587</id><published>2009-08-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:19:14.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tucked away in my moms attic is a small box containing a few of my "favorite" things to wear as a child. I probably will never put them on Reagan because while they were beautiful dresses back when I was a kid... they arent exactly the style of dresses that I care for as an adult. But one thing my mom did save was a red cowgirl costume. I wore it for my 3rd Halloween. At a visit to my moms house she pulled it out. The elastic was shot but other than that it was just like new. We (meaning my mom or grandma, I cant remember which one) fixed the elastic and here we are... more than 25 years later and Reagan is wearing the exact same cowgirl costume. Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXO8K-1drI/AAAAAAAAA5k/e1ugBlyFaeE/s1600-h/08_26_1.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374429263471933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXO8K-1drI/AAAAAAAAA5k/e1ugBlyFaeE/s400/08_26_1.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me: Halloween 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXO76VIoFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/c-RcrYc6JgM/s1600-h/08_26_2.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374429259002060882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXO76VIoFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/c-RcrYc6JgM/s400/08_26_2.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reagan: 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-2536392102361904587?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2536392102361904587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2536392102361904587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2536392102361904587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2536392102361904587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/tucked-away-in-my-moms-attic-is-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXO8K-1drI/AAAAAAAAA5k/e1ugBlyFaeE/s72-c/08_26_1.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1876135995241767789</id><published>2009-08-26T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:19:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wore it best?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reagan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXNsZxDO7I/AAAAAAAAA5U/byZ5mXJAyb8/s1600-h/IMG_4050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374427893051112370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXNsZxDO7I/AAAAAAAAA5U/byZ5mXJAyb8/s400/IMG_4050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; or Brody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXNr2kLi_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q6VMNfjRWZ4/s1600-h/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374427883601890290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXNr2kLi_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q6VMNfjRWZ4/s400/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's going to kill me for this oneday....&lt;br /&gt;(so is his daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-1876135995241767789?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1876135995241767789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1876135995241767789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1876135995241767789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1876135995241767789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-wore-it-best.html' title='Who wore it best?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpXNsZxDO7I/AAAAAAAAA5U/byZ5mXJAyb8/s72-c/IMG_4050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-1131623347449960148</id><published>2009-08-26T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:15:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phohawk</title><content type='html'>Brody really needs a haircut, but while I am trying to find time to get to the barber he is sporting the phohawk... I think its pretty darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpVQc4DBp-I/AAAAAAAAA48/A_ETBL8hmRw/s1600-h/IMG_4031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290187348191202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpVQc4DBp-I/AAAAAAAAA48/A_ETBL8hmRw/s400/IMG_4031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3458639960494086482-1131623347449960148?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1131623347449960148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=1131623347449960148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1131623347449960148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/1131623347449960148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/phohawk.html' title='Phohawk'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SpVQc4DBp-I/AAAAAAAAA48/A_ETBL8hmRw/s72-c/IMG_4031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6520732142469670137</id><published>2009-08-26T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:01:47.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Facelift</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have notice my new and improved blog. I owe it all to a sweet girl named Camille. I was looking through blogs I read from time to time and was quite surprised when I clicked on an old friends family blog and it was SO CUTE. Not that it wasnt cute before (with kiddos like theirs how could it not be cute)... but I set out on a mission. I wanted my blog to be cute too. So thankfully Janelle had put a link on her blog telling anyone that wanted to know who "spiced up her blog" so of course I emailed her. It was super easy and really inexpensive (for anyone that knows me well you know I dont do computers very well so it was well worth the money for me to pay someone to do it... if I had tried this it would have been a disaster.) So for anyone that wants to "spice up their blog" go to the bottom of my sidebar and click on the link to&lt;br /&gt;Camille's sight. She is talented and fast. Thanks again Camille for making my blog pretty =) and thanks David and Janelle for sharing her with everyone!!!! I love my new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-6520732142469670137?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6520732142469670137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6520732142469670137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6520732142469670137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6520732142469670137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-facelift.html' title='Blog Facelift'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-352183801183360469</id><published>2009-08-20T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:57:14.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sigh of relief</title><content type='html'>Today after Reagan got home from school and I was feeling really discouraged I decided to email her teachers. I just wanted to let her teacher know that we dont allow that kind of behavior at home and that I was sorry if she was making a horroble first impression. I didnt want them thinking that I let her get away with things like hitting and back talking. I also made the comment that I hated that their first impression of her was this hostile little girl. Then tonight at about 8:30 the heavens opened up and Ms. Mandy called me =)&lt;br /&gt;     She assured me that they did not think Reagan was a bad little girl and that she was not the only one having some issues. She told me that Reagan was a sweet little girl and that she interacted well with the other kids... she could tell that Reagan wasnt being mean she just was a little rougher than some of the other kids (which is something I figured but didnt want to sound like the mom that thinks my child never does anything wrong). I talked to her for about 30 minutes and everything she said made me feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so much better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     I am no longer having a bad feeling about how this first week of school went. Obviously I dont want Reagan doing some of the things she did but to know that her teachers aren't dreading having my child walk through the door very morning made me feel a lot better. Thanks Ms. Mandy for assuring that I havent failed as a parent because my child didnt behave perfectly the first week at a new school (seriously what is wrong with me... why do I beat myself up like this....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-352183801183360469?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/352183801183360469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=352183801183360469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/352183801183360469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/352183801183360469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh-of-relief.html' title='A sigh of relief'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-8164390253382243140</id><published>2009-08-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:27:30.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool update: Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets just say that today wasnt any better... in fact I would say it was worse. Today not only did she hit (where is this hostile attitude coming from) she pinched someone and told her teacher "NO" I would say we have our work cut out for us..... god help us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-8164390253382243140?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8164390253382243140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=8164390253382243140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8164390253382243140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/8164390253382243140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/preschool-update-day-3.html' title='Preschool update: Day 3'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-2222420103024004910</id><published>2009-08-20T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:15:52.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool update: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true Reagan&lt;/span&gt; I know and love returned at school yesterday. She hit another girl in her class with a toy. (ETA: I dont love her because she hit another kid I just meant the first day was very out of character for her... she tends to be the troublemaker.)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; WHY oh WHY&lt;/span&gt; does my child insist on being so rough with other children? When I asked her why she hit that little girl her response was "because I wanted to".&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I dont even know how to respond to that&lt;/span&gt;. I know she is just three but I feel like when she does stuff like that its a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; on me and my parenting. I feel like her teachers are looking at her and thinking about how her mom lets her get away with all kinds of stuff at home and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thats not the case.&lt;/span&gt; I know she is not the only kid in her class that is having problems (at least I hope she's not) but I always feel like she is. I feel like all the other kids are well behaved and listen perfectly and then there is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wild, free spirited&lt;/span&gt; child running amuck all over the classroom. I guess I am just feeling a little defeated with Reagan right now... whenever I find something that I think works, it doesnt work the next time.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She is totally me at that age&lt;/span&gt; and you know what they say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pay backs a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;b!#@%&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;I would like to take this moment to publically say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry mom and dad =)&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/3458639960494086482-2222420103024004910?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2222420103024004910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=2222420103024004910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2222420103024004910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/2222420103024004910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/preschool-update-day-2.html' title='Preschool update: Day 2'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-189866397030586903</id><published>2009-08-20T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:02:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Independent</title><content type='html'>Brody has become quite independent lately. He is really wanting to do things by himself and becoming more vocal about what he wants. He really like feeding himself with his fork or spoon and wants nothing to do with my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The result: A big mess and a very happy Brody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TNg5nIrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/A0eVA9l_BIA/s1600-h/IMG_4023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041422157849266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TNg5nIrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/A0eVA9l_BIA/s400/IMG_4023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TM6u_4BI/AAAAAAAAA4k/_gVtJzw8rZE/s1600-h/IMG_4024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041411912785938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TM6u_4BI/AAAAAAAAA4k/_gVtJzw8rZE/s400/IMG_4024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TMXWqQyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QQMoWdZk49w/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041402415465250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TMXWqQyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/QQMoWdZk49w/s400/IMG_4025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TL3pCeAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kNZBDVSRtTk/s1600-h/IMG_4026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-189866397030586903?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/189866397030586903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=189866397030586903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/189866397030586903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/189866397030586903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-independent.html' title='Mr. Independent'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/So1TNg5nIrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/A0eVA9l_BIA/s72-c/IMG_4023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-7206811696545543515</id><published>2009-08-18T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:39:10.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SotJIQOOq7I/AAAAAAAAA4M/w_LrO7JGnn4/s1600-h/IMG_4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467386711878578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SotJIQOOq7I/AAAAAAAAA4M/w_LrO7JGnn4/s400/IMG_4019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sos5vBgYJvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/-QuR3iiVkiY/s1600-h/IMG_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371450460590319346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/Sos5vBgYJvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/-QuR3iiVkiY/s400/IMG_4020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was Reagan first day back at preschool. This year I made the difficult decision to put her in a new school. The school last year was good for her first year but I really felt this new school was going to be a better fit for her, not to mention that they offer private kindergarten, which is something I am seriously considering. It is a little bit farther away but well worth the drive if it lives up to its potential. She eats lunch while she is there as well so with bookbag and lunchbox in tow we left for her first day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little bit nervous because everytime I said something about school she would say "I dont want to go to school" but Stephen and I just kept being positive about it and eventually it wore off on her. By last night she was excited about going to school today. I dropped her off this morning with no tears (which always makes it easier on me). Brody and I came home to a rather quiet house. Brody still takes a morning nap so he went down shortly after we got home and I got all kinds of things done... the whole time Reagan was not far from my mind. Was she being nice to the other kids? Was she being respectful to her teacher? Was she listening well? Was I going to get a note home the first day telling me she was to wild? (that happened last year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 4 hours and I picked her up... in one piece... with a STAR STAMP on her hand for good behavior. She had a huge smile on her face when I saw her and the whole way home she talked about circle time and the letter "S" and coloring a skunk (for the letter "S") playing on the playground, having a cupcake at lunch ( I think it was someone in her classes birthday) and something about going to a classroom upstairs and spinning around (I think that was music class but I am not 100% sure). Tomorrow is show-n-tell (the letter "S") She decided to take Spin-art (you know those things that you put the paper on and it spins around really fast and you drop paint on it ant it splatters... she LOVES that toy.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it seemed like a good day. Tonight she told me " Mommy I pushed at my old school (which is totally true) but I am a nice girl at my new school" Crazy kid... I know it was just the first day and I am sure she will have her fair share of days that arent good but for today, it couldnt have gone any better.... and the best part, she is excited to go back tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3458639960494086482-7206811696545543515?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7206811696545543515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=7206811696545543515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7206811696545543515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/7206811696545543515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SotJIQOOq7I/AAAAAAAAA4M/w_LrO7JGnn4/s72-c/IMG_4019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-5638137858912763281</id><published>2009-08-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:42:57.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Joes</title><content type='html'>We have been going to Monkey Joes since Reagan was really little. She loves jumping on all the inflatables and its a huge open floor plan where she can just run all over the place. Now that Brody is running around he is finally starting to enjoy it too. They both wear themselves out and take great naps after we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquGFgyUwI/AAAAAAAAA38/92lNCtTwp8s/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296925174878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquGFgyUwI/AAAAAAAAA38/92lNCtTwp8s/s400/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody enjoyed the video games for the first half of the trip... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no money needed, just buttons to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquFgdZaVI/AAAAAAAAA30/QhsMTV0TY6U/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296915228551506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquFgdZaVI/AAAAAAAAA30/QhsMTV0TY6U/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan will go on all the inflatables... even the big huge slides...&lt;br /&gt;she scales them in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquFRTobDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mI-WkNDiuys/s1600-h/IMG_1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296911161060402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquFRTobDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mI-WkNDiuys/s400/IMG_1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquFEHmprI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nUQGKC47Ujk/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296907620951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquFEHmprI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nUQGKC47Ujk/s400/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brody finally figured out how to manuver in the small inflatable and really started to enjoy himself. He went up and down the slide for like 15 minutes straight.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3458639960494086482-5638137858912763281?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5638137858912763281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=5638137858912763281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5638137858912763281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/5638137858912763281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/monkey-joes.html' title='Monkey Joes'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoquGFgyUwI/AAAAAAAAA38/92lNCtTwp8s/s72-c/IMG_1917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458639960494086482.post-6914136567728242661</id><published>2009-08-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:42:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today we made the drive downtown with my friend Susan and her little girl Averi to the Georgia Aquarium. We had been earlier this year but Reagan wasnt all that interested. This time she really got into it and was all about looking and touching anything and everything. Brody was his usual easy self and hung out in the stroller most of the time. He kept pointing up whenever he would see a big aquarium full of fish and saying ffffshshsh (think fish in baby talk). I think Reagans favorites were the Baluga whales and the Sea otters. We had lots of fun and the kids were worn out when it was over. They didnt even make it home before they zonked out in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHIKlJgg9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/PSYjFDrTXIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368792314898580434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHIKlJgg9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/PSYjFDrTXIQ/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Reagan and her little friend Averi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHZOuqaBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/x0bdVl1OQxQ/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368791467066812434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHZOuqaBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/x0bdVl1OQxQ/s400/IMG_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Reagan not looking to sure about the aligator behind her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHZHSS87I/AAAAAAAAA3M/Q9CuitA1mJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368791465068786610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHZHSS87I/AAAAAAAAA3M/Q9CuitA1mJ8/s400/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; The baluga whales... Reagan remembered these from Sea World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHY35IgwI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iMi8qPuvf28/s1600-h/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368791460936712962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHY35IgwI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iMi8qPuvf28/s400/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Jellyfish- and NO this picture isnt upside down all the jellyfish just happen to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHYhcN1zI/AAAAAAAAA28/0aF6_uhJEtE/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368791454909847346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHYhcN1zI/AAAAAAAAA28/0aF6_uhJEtE/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Reagan and Brody in one of the observation rooms where the ceiling above you is all fish tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHYUJy-3I/AAAAAAAAA20/iBz_Ih7vNTY/s1600-h/IMG_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368791451342928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHHYUJy-3I/AAAAAAAAA20/iBz_Ih7vNTY/s400/IMG_1913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Reagan and Averi in an observation bubble... it was kind of freaky because the bubble was a lot deeper than it looked and reagan kept climbimg up it and she looked like she was going to fall in the tank.&lt;/span&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;/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/3458639960494086482-6914136567728242661?l=thewootensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6914136567728242661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3458639960494086482&amp;postID=6914136567728242661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6914136567728242661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3458639960494086482/posts/default/6914136567728242661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewootensworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/georgia-aquarium.html' title='Georgia Aquarium'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728698017204214898</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qb-_VN_WSbk/SoHIKlJgg9I/AAAAAAAAA3c/PSYjFDrTXIQ/s72-c/IMG_1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
