tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89992181620121864762024-03-12T17:54:35.060-07:00Bits and PiecesMary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-9258000204427093962012-01-13T19:31:00.000-08:002012-01-13T21:35:29.328-08:00It is well with my soul<p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"> In November, we got all gussied up</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">and headed over to an old family farm in Lexington so that Lucas could snap some photos of the four of us. What a super special treat, I’m telling you! We all had so much fun with Lucas. Anna Cate will now tell you that her two favorite things are 1) weddings and 2) photo shoots. I think she would die if she new Mr. Lucas got to do both...at the same time...for a living! We have decided we have to build family pictures into our budget so we can do this every so often. (And if you are looking for somebody super talented and fun to work with, give Lucas a call. <i>seriously, hands down, the best of the best.</i>) And maybe this goes without saying, but all of the pics in this post are ones that he took (and two up there in the header too).</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6664121113_1840d82e4b_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="039" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">He has no idea what a blessing he was to our family and how much I treasure these photos of the four of us right here, right now, in this sweet season of life that we are in. 2011 was definitely a year I will always look back on with bittersweet memories; lots of laughter, many tears, growing closer as a family and learning to lean into the Lord with each step that I take.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6664140829_1ae427aab0_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="078" /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">Last week I was flipping through old pages in my journal. I hadn’t read back through things I had written earlier in the year, and I was humbled at just how specifically God had answered almost every prayer I had written on those pages. It certainly didn’t feel like He was answering prayers as we were living out our days in 2011, but looking back I can see His providence in all of it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6664146893_2209873871_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="079" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; "><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Baghdad; min-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:100%;">My heart has amnesia and I forget the lyrics to the songs that He has already taught me, ones that I thought I knew by heart. I question and I flail and I loose heart. I doubt His goodness and His grace when things don't <i>feel</i> good and circumstances don't work out according to my selfish desires. </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/6664142417/" title="093 by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6664142417_a6abdcb37a_z.jpg" width="640" height="426" alt="093" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last January, while on our church's women's retreat in the cold, snowy mountains of Hendersonville, I heard one of the ladies speaking about how she claims a Bible verse for each day. So very naively, I decided I'd claim a verse for the year. I landed on Psalm 46:10 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Be still, and know that I am God; </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>I will be exalted among the nations, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I will be exalted in the earth.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think the "Be Still" part sounded great to me and I just disregarded the rest. Honestly, I do. Being still sounded like a great invitation to rest, a welcomed permission to slooooow down. Goodness gracious I had no idea what I was asking. To claim a verse and invite the Lord to show me what it meant. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/6664139373/" title="086 by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6664139373_91136b26d9_z.jpg" width="426" height="640" alt="086" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I returned home and went back to living life as I had always known it to be. God was part of my day, a quick "hello" in my quiet time or in brief worship as I sang along with the radio, but not part of my whole day. I did not need Him to carry me, to cover me with His grace because my heart felt raw and exposed. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/6664123091/" title="059 by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6664123091_e8564377b1_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="059" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But then He showed up to make good on our deal. He would teach my heart what it meant to know what Psalm 46:10 means. To live it out, in the flesh, to fight and claw my way into understanding what <i>being still and knowing</i> really means.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/6664121877/" title="048 by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7149/6664121877_79868e1f3b_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="048" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">In the course of the next few months, I came to dread the text from Will that read </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Call me asap</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I never knew when the next ball was going to drop: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Can you talk? </div><div style="text-align: center;">The doctor just called. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> It is melanoma.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I won't know how invasive until he sees the pathology report."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Be still and know.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"I'm so sorry sweetie, but Dandy just passed away."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Be still and know.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">"My job circumstances have changed and I think now is the time to go off on my own and start my own business."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Be still and know</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's Caws. She's gone. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It happened sometime early this morning while she was asleep."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Be still and know</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">As we packed our Christmas decorations up last year, I was so sure that we would be celebrating this Christmas as a family of five. And month after disappointing month, realizing that our desires were not part of God's plan for us right now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Be still and know</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7029/6664119427_664d0f8d46_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="019" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been painful. All of it. Some days I feel forgotten and unloved. I feel like throwing my hands in the air and waving like a crazy woman, "Here, Lord, down here. Do you see me? Do you even realize what all we are going through right now? Why, why, and again WHY?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The pain has made my heart tender, and though not at all what I would pick for myself if given the choice, it has been a beautiful mess because I have grown in an intimacy with Him that I have never known before. I walk around with a throbbing heart that can only find relief in His presence. In <i>being still</i> before Him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/6664120485/" title="027 by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6664120485_a4bf0fa255_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="027" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little verse that I thought would unlock permission for me to relax and rest has taught me so much about my own selfishness. About my own sense of entitlement; how ugly it is and how much that I exercise it on a daily basis. About patience and that waiting on the Lord produces a patience which leads to practicing contentment. And what a rich abundance contentment can be for those who truly find it and can find rest in Him and what He gives. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">About living with an open palm instead of a closed fist. In learning to accept the good and what appears to be bad (the things we don't understand) as His <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">love</span> for us.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/6664172097/" title="136 by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6664172097_2f5b282116_z.jpg" width="427" height="640" alt="136" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Be still, and know that I am God; </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>I will be exalted among the nations, </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>I will be exalted in the earth.</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I had just been focusing on the first sentence, but silly me, there are two more. The greater part of the verse was the part that I chose to overlook at first. The when we are still before Him, we can not help but worship Him, exalting Him among the nations and in the earth.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I can no longer worship on Sunday mornings without tears. His grace is real and it is tender. And as December came to a close and I realized it was time to pick a new verse, you can understand my hesitancy at picking anything at all. In fact, I told Him that I wasn't, and if there was something He wanted me to learn in 2012, He was going to have to make it loud and clear as to what verse it would be. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">And wouldn't you know, He did. And I baulked, stubborn and unrelenting. But He persisted. Over and over again He would put this verse in front of me until I could no longer argue my point. So now, in fear and trembling, I begin this new year, much like a timid doe stepping out of the forest, just waiting for the shot to go off:</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>But now, this is what the Lord says </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i> he who created you, O Jacob, </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>he who formed you, O Isreal: "fear not, for I have redeemed you;</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i> I have summoned you by name; you are mine."</i></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Isaiah 43:1</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I know, I know, I can only imagine what 2012 is going to be like. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><br /></i></div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-50636713341459590492011-03-29T10:43:00.000-07:002011-03-29T10:55:22.243-07:00Tomorrow is a Big Day<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); ">And I'm not sure who is more excited, she or I! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">She has already been to three ballets in the total of her three little years here with us. Most everyday, she wears her favorite leotard, tutu and most always requests to wear her hair in a bun. Her favorite Pandora channel is "Classical Ballet. " Her little sister and I are privileged to attend at least three shows a day, but are always offered an intermission in case we need to go to the bathroom. ;) </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43999019@N07/5571355911/" title="ballerina by OurHappyLittleNest, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5051/5571355911_0f453a3b9f.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="ballerina" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This morning, while she was at preschool, Caroline and I went and picked out her first real leotard for her first ballet class tomorrow. We wrapped it up and are anxiously waiting for her to open it tonight after dinner. I am a little nervous, but she is a lot excited so hopefully things will go well tomorrow! </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">:) </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">More pictures to follow... </span></span></span></span></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-56241337168346780752010-12-04T20:46:00.001-08:002010-12-04T20:46:44.322-08:00Master Bath<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/master_bath/set?id=25627895'><img alt='Master Bath' title='Master Bath' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFm5vdHRweW9BNEJHTFh5aVJkUFViYlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/></a><br/><small><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/master_bath/set?id=25627895'>Master Bath</a> by <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1255501'>OurHappyLittleNest</a> on <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/'>Polyvore.com</a></small><p/><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-12333106148803856112010-12-04T12:32:00.001-08:002010-12-04T12:32:57.230-08:00Vintage Nursery<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/vintage_nursery/set?id=25611345'><img alt='Vintage Nursery' title='Vintage Nursery' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk51cWtxdVgtM3hHX003aDFBYjYxaVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/></a><br/><small><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/vintage_nursery/set?id=25611345'>Vintage Nursery</a> by <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1255501'>OurHappyLittleNest</a> on <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/'>Polyvore.com</a></small><p/><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-91885347152602609202009-10-18T17:40:00.000-07:002009-10-18T17:50:49.800-07:00We've moved!Yes, it's true...we've set up a new blog and will no longer be posting here. It is really hard to keep up with two babies and two blogs, so I'll be combining our family blog and my craft blog into one! We also have privacy concerns. <i>I checked our stats the other day and was shocked at how many hits we are getting.</i> I am going to continue blogging, but won't use our last name. <div><br /></div><div>If you've linked our blog to your blog, would you mind changing the new url address? I know that is a hassle, but we'd really appreciate it! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Our new address is <a href="http://www.ourhappylittlenest.blogspot.com/">www.ourhappylittlenest.blogspot.com</a>. (I know it is somewhat cheesy, but EVERYTHING I could think of has already been registered with blogspot!! I've been brainstorming for several weeks and this is all I could come up with that isn't already in use.)</div><div><br /></div><div> Hope we'll see you soon at the new website!</div><div>Will and Mary Catherine</div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-59988739916053870822009-10-14T10:42:00.000-07:002009-10-14T10:47:01.258-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;">Because really, there are no words.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/4012095068/" title="sisterly love by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/4012095068_5948a8cb27.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="sisterly love" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-58331480063495304072009-10-09T20:31:00.000-07:002009-10-10T10:24:33.273-07:00The Camping Trip that Wasn't<div>We thought it would be great fun to take the girls up to Table Rock to stay in one of those little humble state park cabins for the weekend. We called to make reservations and unfortunately, they were all booked up for several months...go figure.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Will suggested we try someplace closer to home and just stay in our tent. We pulled our camping gear down from the attic and set the tent up in the den. I was a little hesitant about all four of us sleeping in a 2-man tent, but, <b>why not</b>? What is the worst thing that could happen? <i> We just might not get any sleep for a night.</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>We decided on Dreher Island and I called Friday morning to reserve a camp site. After <b>four</b> (yes 4!) dropped calls, I finally was able to speak to someone who could help us. But when she asked me for my credit card, I suddenly couldn't find my wallet. I was still in my nightgown, curlers in my hair, frantically running around the house and out to my car <b>while</b> holding a wailing Caroline looking for my wallet. <i>(I find myself continuously looking for the hidden camera that must be following me around now that I have two children. I mean really, we'd make a great reality show right now). </i> I finally asked her if I could just call her back. As soon as I hung up the phone I realized <b><i>THIS TRIP IS NOT MEANT TO BE. </i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i></i></b>I called Will to tell him what had happened and that I thought it was a sign that we weren't suppose to go. We both agreed that it would probably be best to have a test run in our backyard anyways because I had a feeling <i>somebody</i> might panic when the sun went down and she was expected to sleep in the tent. </div><div><br /></div><div>All I can say is THANK GOODNESS I FOLLOWED MY INTUITION! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is the story our very first family camping trip. ;)<div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996488007/" title="DSC_0040 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/3996488007_2ca8eed7df.jpg" width="438" height="500" alt="DSC_0040" /></a><br />All started out well! She kept telling us how she was camping and going to sleep in a tent!</div><div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996382827/" title="DSC_0047 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/3996382827_36f1aea05e.jpg" width="498" height="500" alt="DSC_0047" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3997245334/" title="AC in tent by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/3997245334_ddbb652075.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="AC in tent" /></a><br />Not quite sure what to think, but things are still looking optimistic...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3997228822/" title="DSC_0090 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/3997228822_c54eb5c6bb.jpg" width="374" height="500" alt="DSC_0090" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996474489/" title="DSC_0092 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/3996474489_d548e2aa12.jpg" width="310" height="500" alt="DSC_0092" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3997241366/" title="DSC_0107 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2611/3997241366_ef726a4976.jpg" width="500" height="342" alt="DSC_0107" /></a><br />We grilled up some steaks and enjoyed a picnic dinner outside. </div><div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3997252814/" title="DSC_0116 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3997252814_d9d9f29b10.jpg" width="500" height="373" alt="DSC_0116" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>After dinner, we thought we'd try sitting in the tent before we changed into our pj's and pulled out the sleeping bags.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996499523/" title="DSC_0129 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3492/3996499523_2bf895080f.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="DSC_0129" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>We were good for about 3 minutes, but once it was totally dark outside, she began to get nervous. She kept looking out of the tent windows and started saying, "Daddy, I tait see me house, Daddy!"<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996544195/" title="DSC_0132 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/3996544195_57009f0507.jpg" width="334" height="500" alt="DSC_0132" /></a><br />This kept on for a couple of minutes more until it resulted in a full blown freak out!</div><div><br /></div><div>Just look at that face! It looks like we had our very own Blair Witch Project right here in the back yard. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><br /></i></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996511911/" title="DSC_0141 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/3996511911_054d044f38.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="DSC_0141" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43378792@N03/3996511911/" title="DSC_0141 by MCatFowler, on Flickr"></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; ">Now what kind of mother would continue to take pictures?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; ">?</span> <i>I know, I'm horrible!</i> Bless her heart, it was so funny I almost wet my pants. Needless to say, this concluded our first attempt to camp out.</div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-5126860023737729432009-10-08T13:55:00.000-07:002009-10-09T19:00:42.139-07:00Brave, Daring, or Just Plain Nuts?<div style="text-align: center;">We shall soon find out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEEAu-cgU9wzdlICgr_6VtkOx2X9tXrl0dv5B55P_Uw9aiFGh18t4R1bDMNBFGGM8cLSj68q6KrMnYMhBWXfiSl2rHGrt36uR4oLLNze-8T1gvKJ1ParQoozRaB2q9_hof6UWi4PDSCOP8/s400/DSC_0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390785339459390514" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiw3bPT_OnD6ofEjOjHIT5l50FJv0R3PUFELu8E19BRkWJriB-9VyZR7pc2eDsOoHcio8wHRhFVd6TpEXmi0w153_xYwFhsvPz9yeLchLbPl1nTuAYzhfUgLE91jQroM_Qz-M1MkBLY19L/s1600-h/camping.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are packing up for a little family camping trip. Be back soon with some pictures and stories to share of our adventure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a wonderful weekend! </div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-26936763315300653292009-09-29T11:17:00.000-07:002009-09-29T11:36:55.602-07:00Simple Pleasures<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Ld0uduI1_YRLvWGWcXb7762e6gRbwJ8mi_2hUMJVa7AAbLmluVObiWrpHgb9lsiqccRmsHXPtHvLsmQwhurMwgnex6nZJVWDYchFMaTAofsB3IfgdUEoqxGY92wnz35onEom7B1QNO6W/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386956220384792498" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate's favorite past time right now is pretending to be Cinderella while she cleans the floor. I kid you not, the child is perfectly happy with some paper towels and a spray bottle. This keeps her busy for as long as 45 minutes and Caroline is just as content to sit and watch Anna Cate, which gives me a chance to get supper on the table! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>And please note the green ribbon she has tied around her waist. This is the "sash" that she insists on wearing while she cleans...just like Cinderella. ;)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUAuhRB1q6K03dZ4EZmpeGSIUSvuPGz7DihmAsZWhk7Zsigh5CdfmsEmdE_HyiUrunJapUDUwiiOv_NK-WuiqNcODSX8ji5nnZyW4b1asG8UuyR_t4YYCz5wg5Nzy8fJejKa_F7Yk1elpw/s400/DSC_0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959253258754802" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJGrkxAKlMDd3MUpYJNWjq_TtH446ARrRv0RSjCEmgTvZtTch5aoQPM0I9ky8JUgbBhwkgIjWly8BidxiGQOPEoClGtnOt751JtkLNnG_Jtq_iZkRQ7tNwVQgw7qls4IcQVX2afhKepki/s400/DSC_0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959256595195442" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-31216244758247118242009-09-24T06:12:00.000-07:002009-09-24T06:56:17.219-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-k8EOauyC-B9J4idbHv30FlEv9TKLJZ_8pl6NPeWSVNI9OLohYT_ggwztTFU13PpmP9HStHoRNJCEVInWLjpielJ2x2OZx9viPyAo2R3TGpp9qgkGGb0S5CEDbKhXgcZ2Z79Um__XhDS/s400/DSC_0108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385022076850937218" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxW_66NHxQEi_j4z-z5kx1jbkNptf1LdMloneIe3E542p5imdJDhSot17GAgg09466UVNWtfxkjqhBzHhJ8EQ5W2HRk6VHtfy0fZixHB2B-RTkqjsVCipGJL0VeqyREeaDHb4mayg9SMcj/s400/DSC_0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385022085779348946" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhrPZIZnUe9Yu_sT5E6l_MAmMXuOuUwf_fXTu3tAul8_CE3fB30OG23YwI5n5E9Md09MZ8szQ7fL9DQfxC_rwrMP-juZr0Nw2yTciyUri_CTGNxPFALsSfvb1sq74fqm0AkeKNFL58rLu/s1600-h/DSC_0100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhrPZIZnUe9Yu_sT5E6l_MAmMXuOuUwf_fXTu3tAul8_CE3fB30OG23YwI5n5E9Md09MZ8szQ7fL9DQfxC_rwrMP-juZr0Nw2yTciyUri_CTGNxPFALsSfvb1sq74fqm0AkeKNFL58rLu/s400/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385022095579387666" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-71770153476104776502009-09-14T10:59:00.000-07:002009-09-14T12:58:20.687-07:00Busy Bees<div style="text-align: center;">We have been busy little bees the past several weeks! It seems we've had an outing or a play date almost everyday recently. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Zoo Trip with Reece and Mason</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41xPrlX9QKXUOGVydJepgP1tVb5CAvXNqfSl2Tx5SXp2lPBPvUrMOVGzmTglzmBd5W5H0TELJq4W-kg-nPlA5I-pIfGcr_D3cFXWdfeM1CSNlXMtAn5q7lEpxhTAFbJB5q5iLPY6bVW8g/s400/P1010022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385337361935554" /><div style="text-align: center;">Sharing a snack with Mason at the zoo. (I think this was the first of four snack breaks we took during the hour and a half that we were there.) ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZSISLmETMzrPvkpUEZ08hDwCxXPDW3zIw1yO52HiqoZvdCyL_-uoCimavVxvGVRusw6t3z51F6hM-ulo_-nN2KoKTC13eAZw5Weim18ZAT-4FuB5XC0lmLe2UyiMIYRK3gR5jW0NFWOX/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385830918383714" /><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate, Reece, and Mason examining a salamander. And no, this was not a zoo exhibit, just a random salamander they found during our second snack break.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Picnic in the Park with Benson </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSncu08XcSAw6uFFLgiQ4q_kvLPJNOCfBrkgi7cNGOH2W5i1cIzbNWvJWHTcqtiHOM6l17oik8SbqdepxQ6tmv6YdBAj8Dh4nTOOhneBPQhlczBgZgGKCkg3Z6D_l-6wzjWmrt-taV0bQR/s400/P1010026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385345844042674" /><div style="text-align: center;">These two were precious together. Benson introduced Anna Cate to the waterfall that is at the park and it is all she has talked about since. She keeps asking her daddy if he will take her to the "waterplall at the park."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanLnldJq3bCGm6uN-xsyulhiUgu1yz2FKMCz5mGT_tPhE5Se47Xwg_TXLbQyiXF7-zPjz3M9o50J5zkeIxNsYx70o9nA-Z2NpTxKlu4rcmcXedlaf9VhIDlGTD8CGirXgx_MSH-yJiaMQ/s400/P1010015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409407030354818" /><div style="text-align: center;">Looking for rocks to throw in the creek.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXdeE483O1l4MiiHboPGQc6n4S7X5Vb_0hk0tSeX3TVcGdX0P6NJ9xm3xqYZ_kZRlKDY9IQwfUJxSjf9kh-DegEcfXJxYDmJxurGlMj9RbFclF5ruu_Gs4AMUEXc7yREq_Cx_bue665x4/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGXdeE483O1l4MiiHboPGQc6n4S7X5Vb_0hk0tSeX3TVcGdX0P6NJ9xm3xqYZ_kZRlKDY9IQwfUJxSjf9kh-DegEcfXJxYDmJxurGlMj9RbFclF5ruu_Gs4AMUEXc7yREq_Cx_bue665x4/s400/P1010039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409418700134146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Benson also shared one of his toy cars with Anna Cate and taught her how to race them down the slide. She had a blast being introduced to all of these boyish past times. Maybe one day Benson can come to our house and Anna Cate can show him how to bake some cookies in her little oven. ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIk1KQi33KLHXAl8I0Up0UZysmdkudnoataSznGbFjg_DpCeU1G1k9QiD4DWCSyJ4BCHrNqfqSZS-0ZLQmgd5zxQUUtX_7W3PvAxMPMIHc8aUlYAuh2EfodYR6U5_Q-EePQqVY__kqqz4d/s400/DSC_0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385321140443106" /><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Caroline</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jslgq6BrcfxOkCOHuiEEGFN4pXPyukZOShs33eGVjXUOfp3YyHdzh5d1ziPrcgv1tkSvYi1pnYYGNhE1kTE_52Enalm8cVBb_9eV8z5jIAgWnk7bUNhLzjLPO9JnxwBklWBDCuvvkEpe/s400/DSC_0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381386831585031970" /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ixWHAOMh57mF2gn5pY0Pw9rrgt2GLk98B8MRGkBZ4XmY_dx3Ai1N5SmmIEKoL_nDZ2Gcqd6Zl-HGF610pXZNtVFOMSlvA2oofnks9W4WMZmUp3fBRFvOCRuwEhVy6CEAkKGEIQ7oROR0/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381387798308218242" /><div style="text-align: center;">It is pure bliss when daddy comes home from work. The house immediately becomes filled with the sounds of squeals, giggles, and the sound of little feet (first running to the door to greet him, and then almost immediately running away before he can get her. )</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskMsmIuRQslR9n9p0fEWLLKPqN3TAaEAf6ZAs1BkEaXUy5tgaFjLBT66W1CEq9-Lv9vwL-Z2mAIn6d8D-Zxqw8C6em7CelbjQ9UmjmH7gOmSPTXSMHDYEwlgZ8TgnDITqfXHq8kb1OMj0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskMsmIuRQslR9n9p0fEWLLKPqN3TAaEAf6ZAs1BkEaXUy5tgaFjLBT66W1CEq9-Lv9vwL-Z2mAIn6d8D-Zxqw8C6em7CelbjQ9UmjmH7gOmSPTXSMHDYEwlgZ8TgnDITqfXHq8kb1OMj0/s400/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381387803890127474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Go tigers!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWOsuTZqkAVDAWkbiitoWwGtMdwQ4ZZwaVkge1yRWCaUJ6Z9ct8_Q_Y55mcx9v200HD1rhXqIJVDXMoiZ3XXX_jPkTBrb0A-yUUuf4OgpXZJxmihiX7WkyEWYBOZuN3twWW_oerahL_tN/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWOsuTZqkAVDAWkbiitoWwGtMdwQ4ZZwaVkge1yRWCaUJ6Z9ct8_Q_Y55mcx9v200HD1rhXqIJVDXMoiZ3XXX_jPkTBrb0A-yUUuf4OgpXZJxmihiX7WkyEWYBOZuN3twWW_oerahL_tN/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381385318804511842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This was seriously the best picture from about 15 that I took last Thursday morning as we were rushing out of the door to story time at the library. The girls were wearing their matching Clemson dresses (thank you Miep!) because the Tigers had a game that night. :)</div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-39709680125979201762009-09-10T05:27:00.000-07:002009-09-10T06:30:46.711-07:00The Story of "Jomah" According to Anna Cate<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJ3TMDXAownU4gZ0lU-qU61vzZeqtRz3sfs7VUOPqaUE2_ELZ1LGcrYiTXncPYzHkMjB-Xztcj0GtYa_aM-g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Please just ignore me repeating everything she is saying. I did that to try and interperet because otherwise, you might not understand a word she is saying! :)</div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-37525655264349509992009-09-07T12:07:00.000-07:002009-09-07T16:55:21.072-07:00Sweet as Sugar<div style="text-align: center;">I'm afraid Will is going to come home one day to find </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've eaten her all up!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7HIVYsibbUB6QeIZOYuqWXUgFEAkjlmkEgDSte9vvQelvco23QriBXHQ7MANb47pviGB-YtdG85seRa0w_vFnAeskl3MleIz8w26ZegA2Bb8OIdsDV-aJdQFU0CO-xbsxnxZjI9zvjM4/s400/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805615826921602" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5XNtNWtj8DNwGWnk7_2egDQ862VD-uoYg5Fx8AjUWwN7a6ADhGqVd7UwgOuXchiJfZTFcPxJQYDq5clTZJxfdywxBh9S7hmtLrMfRwS3PrA-tl0qA4xhf8Bf07XjZfSrfbIkYzHjYku-/s1600-h/DSC_0045.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5XNtNWtj8DNwGWnk7_2egDQ862VD-uoYg5Fx8AjUWwN7a6ADhGqVd7UwgOuXchiJfZTFcPxJQYDq5clTZJxfdywxBh9S7hmtLrMfRwS3PrA-tl0qA4xhf8Bf07XjZfSrfbIkYzHjYku-/s400/DSC_0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805613142225554" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJaf4Z3vyoHNvCZkni5_dT-WYLKsNKSLf0b5pNurlhLARIbWJ1NUinv86r7XRCAqF9vVOEGevg6eAuw4A-PzilfrUvBvS9zSC_3H0aJwR3qISPbwZyTPrbBpPVIXpuaQlZ_NlTZZJkCEy/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJaf4Z3vyoHNvCZkni5_dT-WYLKsNKSLf0b5pNurlhLARIbWJ1NUinv86r7XRCAqF9vVOEGevg6eAuw4A-PzilfrUvBvS9zSC_3H0aJwR3qISPbwZyTPrbBpPVIXpuaQlZ_NlTZZJkCEy/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805595336424482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hQfk6mAIgIj08NQbw_h1tdJ2hDq8WLQ8BsFL7VhGmdNfB8dHP1j8wztKPOa8ETXOeeNV99-E4Tgw00y5dD-1AK_i2k6p6fpOycsNq1Va_pmyoGvP5wAB7RJxQnsLMky3ck7J3p6qQS8X/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hQfk6mAIgIj08NQbw_h1tdJ2hDq8WLQ8BsFL7VhGmdNfB8dHP1j8wztKPOa8ETXOeeNV99-E4Tgw00y5dD-1AK_i2k6p6fpOycsNq1Va_pmyoGvP5wAB7RJxQnsLMky3ck7J3p6qQS8X/s400/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378805586400140706" /></a><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-59202372065135200672009-08-21T07:45:00.000-07:002009-08-21T08:02:19.440-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pics of the girls from this week for those who have been requesting more photos! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUWFAR6J2AdIt0d7wu2pqOKL0QOiVt8CnnQqauap4GHb5BQQPxe6velQnYrL4EG5GYtrfCHALDXY648maqlB_99z1Q0acYy_6aJB_HWz-Pjzq1nE3yMik_DXimPEsjFoDQM_cbgmjdTFk/s1600-h/DSC_0140.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUWFAR6J2AdIt0d7wu2pqOKL0QOiVt8CnnQqauap4GHb5BQQPxe6velQnYrL4EG5GYtrfCHALDXY648maqlB_99z1Q0acYy_6aJB_HWz-Pjzq1nE3yMik_DXimPEsjFoDQM_cbgmjdTFk/s400/DSC_0140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372430790513516002" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpztsa7pnfCO7s3r0G1eIfdPqHPidAFVKVC5Cc5jN7i2iu8O386z4Ycq1_qkautUCOMcAapFRQ8OosGzJLdO1G56y7PtBpsNp75N7ka1XFIq4uOQPdLez34oiLsMP0H-XePyY-8Kh66u7/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372429178992647090" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmwLxyQ3CbcRmG-OnlLuONAhK6tRV1G0y80vYTQ3B-2BJr-RnvYDB39XcvGNqRKy6FMdVBcOb7udYNqgxcUfrxO8ZDC8_d3gwi5nLgO884ZoWR3fLozACNMuArOvb1w07zqMVxlF8pntU/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372429194650600146" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IzXvHzPhyphenhyphenfGmBSWq62VEVISxfQsjJ4Q07ISuX0SYW0uclG7Ex09SaJ9u8YOgeH6y_ie0gyVMGUztB4EZg9qsQODJ8eAPmj4SIRmk51V2TK6lWZhXiWad3JAk-07KebP37OZQF21dWqsJ/s1600-h/DSC_0126.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IzXvHzPhyphenhyphenfGmBSWq62VEVISxfQsjJ4Q07ISuX0SYW0uclG7Ex09SaJ9u8YOgeH6y_ie0gyVMGUztB4EZg9qsQODJ8eAPmj4SIRmk51V2TK6lWZhXiWad3JAk-07KebP37OZQF21dWqsJ/s400/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372429212921403986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">We usually have a dance party in the evenings after supper. Anna Cate loves to pull something out of her dress up box to wear while dancing and this particular night she also brought Caroline a tutu to wear so she could also join in the fun! </span></span></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-10379289912046762102009-08-03T12:56:00.000-07:002009-08-03T13:31:37.486-07:00A Little R&R at the IOP<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMsNzhVKzLK_a3qQOz1js1HkR-wQ-0RPw4OSErE3junoKAFCIyzG7E2MqCIIsxuqRywPB22OMssoo_f87FXPUpGJTwS2h5l2aDSDdrcOGO2bU8wbXKRaKD4dxoHNnPLJTCQu1OMits5dBO/s400/beach13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830086307922946" /><div style="text-align: center;">Will and I took the girls to the beach last weekend for our first official vacation with just the four of us. Will headed back to work on Sunday and I had planned to come back with him, but we were having so much fun that we decided to stay through the week. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5D27J3F7T5_tN3oh7SKCe6zn_VOqLmsq-XLLDqTBtlkt-0P1x5ob9tj8ANLemAEiHSfPGODMo5kYW-XMwzJAOqxi8-l2mFlRbcirVUBB2kEdBIDtKVl2da2i2mHjBtP8g8hORff-5xh-/s400/beach6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365829550531360258" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYCBT-in5lbsd0tdAWV7JO5LUkwvLvL0nfBmuFg7HQxOxVC39PW-D3fOKfqPzQxBfABPQyQy41_GmKbztxLN1W1NmS5tyQqpFH3Tek37RHCpHv82Sp2uewY7j5FjqETtNrplktR-RE9hM/s400/beach7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365829555172139058" /><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the Bunco girls came down with all of their kiddos on Monday. With 6 adults and 8 children (ages 8 weeks to 3 years), we had a house full! It was so much fun for Anna Cate to have some playmates on the beach and I really enjoyed some fun girl time!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4BHnWh6YSqqZQg_fGbRlQBZFXWMz6ZQ_BSUvFMvifIStLWiEtDJHoejcHxENxDZnDT1n7LgXrZBUFqnBVWvES3j8cqocqdNPcCmSKFd7gRw6zbKIGUHAc4vGtmBPhgfIwIeH5l647jJU/s400/beach12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830074650483458" /><div style="text-align: center;">Caroline with her buddy Sarah Kate chillin out by the pool.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONbNR0p_l2VK1Y-eQ4gUkUcDvd6i7tydL4vOkyx9qx2_pT4h8RUVYsOiRpcefvNhCnu0R7tbwpW8GeQHc6E6F34VEm7sN3UoIgijF8fDWSwO_qcuViUavRx8DAIMos5PWO3o0SOyvTNc5/s400/beach11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365829573828840546" /><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate is getting braver in the water. She started sticking her head in the water and jumping off of the side of the pool to us this week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVuThHnf1U8Sw9GZ-jwxpwnnWlB_PmjDjH065tBfU02HJmIyPYKv1W7GDRp9GfNeYVp4fL2nAQrzCUjIKcyLQObF9xOFqeM6IkQ6TvpbFABgOUUU8pji4FmVQOlz44-PR2T3Lad1LApIv/s400/beach14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830089032726594" /><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate doesn't like the waves in the ocean, but their is a tidal pool on the beach that she loves playing in. The pool had tons of star fish and although she was a little timid of them at first, she finally found the courage to pick one up. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJsH6E9cP6dGrGHIFxEgXYopNhX-UMKU5cB5_7pF7VV_6XGoAfoC4qfnh7kxsyklRNrPQnndhgDlPW-0axBDQvS8lj1P_61uCEVm9LGINKt5PtFctf-L-786TMJy2j4f5sCI-S3R3tk1p/s400/beach16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830094972337186" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Then Will surprised us by coming back down on Thursday evening for another weekend at the beach.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJk20BdibCRZdLaHzt4vqOKi9Mn-qQHjz4XWQtt5Kr3dy5Em_cxHbKMMYEBCjtfuzww55gxlhdwVuMl7O9Rv4n8IF8fM9oTt92uiHPY64YfsWowl2kMJj4nomDIzSesHdB-6Wss1TqvEZo/s400/beach21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830385361320738" /><div style="text-align: center;">Another attempt to get a decent family picture. It was too windy and Anna Cate wouldn't sit still long enough to get a good picture. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYjrow7phpPuUnVJRMD5qtpQgHXB4pOTpC5F0HeD8-_LYaA6LunKBYl4zy1Mjz1__Pr1VttRHbOVLUQIKLkrKs6r4GI4Z7ajkHfP_hukkDA1lKqAyOQLtw5RCNYR9l7tGpcxYRNpoLPLs/s1600-h/beach20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYjrow7phpPuUnVJRMD5qtpQgHXB4pOTpC5F0HeD8-_LYaA6LunKBYl4zy1Mjz1__Pr1VttRHbOVLUQIKLkrKs6r4GI4Z7ajkHfP_hukkDA1lKqAyOQLtw5RCNYR9l7tGpcxYRNpoLPLs/s400/beach20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365830398722310578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">For those of you who have heard us call Caroline "Fluffy" (or as Anna Cate says, "Pluffy") this is a fantastic example of why. Any time we take her outside, the wind blow her hair straight up on her head and it stays that way until we wash it. Poor little thing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-68837106405121918042009-07-24T06:47:00.000-07:002009-07-24T03:47:35.986-07:00More Today Than Yesterday<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">5 years ago today...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeQu38R4mEzS6XXmLiZLoh_PYwV__a-GGFQsTVGwlgCjO8sNG1xApJKJ4iXfvnl5POGFzYCw0iubRee_9YSaFNUJkihge-yJm68x50-4NaIVx-viGMi_7AukA1Ho3B46I13W5avDZx0Ub/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeQu38R4mEzS6XXmLiZLoh_PYwV__a-GGFQsTVGwlgCjO8sNG1xApJKJ4iXfvnl5POGFzYCw0iubRee_9YSaFNUJkihge-yJm68x50-4NaIVx-viGMi_7AukA1Ho3B46I13W5avDZx0Ub/s400/wedding1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361700445081424626" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2VbXptyU3egDYaLdAnhE6OcJDXtUI1reo-_SNMgL1KNHv0liXGNsP6i0aHnLMwah-GsFXECn-3Mt8fXCd8Q_E-IZqt4z6caFxKtVtxCAiiUmbB5zkAi4boKy4af-nBoH2MBPBFVL51CJ/s400/church.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361692600520920994" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvimPfRsU2iseeWIFnEyzSHYsAtVLdwFolsLEE1lV1z8PvB3xRJXDWrFOJFFvPn5L2qnnkLqUeg9STXRzyuRx_cTyMw1cS_K7C1tjxqjjLBYwbRIs27iHp0qygWVvWOMlict_xnx6UvIj1/s400/wedding4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361700436754526130" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHRTQcaDgALdZKPqWCYur18yr19VmQunLeJRBh4D6LdMiTkXIadUTZEwOGnPdjybbBFlKCh1BOVEHaW7zmn8LFXlrkttrbo3pwCUZil490RMsAQ-uDSWhRvAGZP-DiH87aRQEjnSJ9_nh/s400/wedding3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361692606260905954" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GfYvtJPeHH-VcNXGR5T9CS8FLCBiTf-nMbCt6DAq_7dFwUAye0whh78Cy19V0nQYHrY9gq8H4lSY2lgMguzHuxLWIEd5PCMb8kW5kzhYj_FZYQjkXGEYmLRyUPRcZdoA48IJbUWY9D9G/s400/wedding6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361703057464783154" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...All I know is that I fell in love with you</div><div style="text-align: center;">And if all my dreams come true</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be spending time with you...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you more today than yesterday<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But only <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">half as much</span> as tomorrow ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-39429379050201947002009-07-20T03:22:00.000-07:002009-07-20T03:43:44.002-07:00I. Give. Up.<div style="text-align: center;"> You would think taking a nap would be an easy, daily event in the life of a 2 year old. Lay down, close eyes, and drift off to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not this child. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She has a talent for entertaining herself with whatever is available to her in her room. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnWD3qIx3CHQcErEo18ijXqZ0eH0XRQZ2iLSnMO7fZug5sgsaTupjjvfozygM4m5RjN-kdn5pLSUAncMloq8uEhkPewooeRyywl9SR0Ir59Yy8ScNnf0c7JISMZh3Bof3MtuafqKZcnOt/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488097300830402" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This started when she was a mere 8 months old. Instead of laying down to sleep one afternoon, I found that she had somehow entertained herself with catching butterflies before her nap. Hanging over her crib was a jumbled mess of what was once her mobile. How she even was able to reach them still baffles me to this day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIcXPW6vixVxSET7CWI01pIwpWJfjfcFDDbjf6ziIc5ES1MZ2vO_PUJ8aZcfUc82GLxGhWKDgSG7sov0vQRQw8KlwTr0G_78ZXG4aFWAw5Y3kPlEiVm1pfz736HPjirM5kIsH2n-trTT7/s400/bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488090032445218" /><div style="text-align: center;">As she has gotten older, her habit has grown increasingly worse and worse. Most afternoons I'll find her with books, toys, clothes, shoes, (yes even her piggy bank). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've tried everything and nothing has worked. So last week I removed every toy and book from her room. I'm talking down to the bare bones. Only the furniture remained. I thought there was nothing left she could entertain herself with...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5CsL2k9U4hrq0Ml1b9DtWoMyBlv1z7QgO755ULQli8HLhtRBUqpE5yr5eV5tzqhV27XDlIy38FpFNfPM3AqLrvgjrHncPUDZyA0cBJaJhwSm9d-EXYiYCTgbmLM_ipeMUhanwJpJ4SGH/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360486079740515618" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">I was wrong.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is what Will found when he went to get her up from her nap last Friday afternoon. </div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-5232584492361660322009-07-20T02:58:00.001-07:002009-07-20T04:20:04.567-07:00Weekend Pics<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1esCK8b8NHdISGDRIk1SLlFo_CYmjFAr4QrRuPwh9FTCK4PrA9uUVNrsnPf7AhmVC4ekTkPlE_ZkFSxoAre4gBAaZValWxcbNIdY0jbVuwONTwYJo-Dj8yqlm7XRAM_nD6Mmphoe8g3R/s400/DSC_0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360480135479263554" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhums9F1Ho176KhQcR6muPmxrduQmp8Dk_U2JUMkVmtIPYvVbRpOfHCJnctuXWln8_4q3o13gJXXOOxWL1MPrJry2ZYpLB8PTR55jHFzv7hoej96T0OHmPOHdC-TxR8ttAmO5hMLFdoOx1_/s400/DSC_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360480130450318146" /><div style="text-align: center;">Another boat ride on Saturday evening with the Scott family. Unfortunately these are the only two pictures I took. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8pIve5FTasjiRcUm3cHS3DWzW2yL3fqH-KkxU7gEssItdqqMRVx_88UKMz9iRRPEJKUaOQbryzOM8z_9lGik9AbsPAkDTRF45dlerJ7duRqOTkhwymYS0PYMcL1x3qlUPVSRZ1am_ELt/s400/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360480144564137634" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAccMR6h4hXgwUwpO2DuKHWZQGtiK8XT_0rcrZPOj3qhRVDw-zNEaGDsVNiC7Mi8g-bonjin0ymSaPKEBxwb08ya5wtve-l3UmObnpZgvKmGJNy7ydWfyceC8VjOsLUOXQUvilfRt56s-/s1600-h/DSC_0086.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAccMR6h4hXgwUwpO2DuKHWZQGtiK8XT_0rcrZPOj3qhRVDw-zNEaGDsVNiC7Mi8g-bonjin0ymSaPKEBxwb08ya5wtve-l3UmObnpZgvKmGJNy7ydWfyceC8VjOsLUOXQUvilfRt56s-/s1600-h/DSC_0086.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Picking "Abilas" (Tomatoes)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAccMR6h4hXgwUwpO2DuKHWZQGtiK8XT_0rcrZPOj3qhRVDw-zNEaGDsVNiC7Mi8g-bonjin0ymSaPKEBxwb08ya5wtve-l3UmObnpZgvKmGJNy7ydWfyceC8VjOsLUOXQUvilfRt56s-/s1600-h/DSC_0086.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span></a><br /></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAccMR6h4hXgwUwpO2DuKHWZQGtiK8XT_0rcrZPOj3qhRVDw-zNEaGDsVNiC7Mi8g-bonjin0ymSaPKEBxwb08ya5wtve-l3UmObnpZgvKmGJNy7ydWfyceC8VjOsLUOXQUvilfRt56s-/s400/DSC_0086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360480604654135634" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Yep, around these parts, we eat our tomatoes like they are apples. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpgHM__Tu-1eT43bBIRyq-dzLOdKP000vCr5N67y3wNSKbRrLgqFTZsnB7hnEjjCdGnljNJZIiBGnwa1mD48jopuZaE9U90RWkzkQ3YMbO3M9qrOD_QJ5xTA2VlYIILGsEPPNB8wtNfWZ/s1600-h/DSC_0085.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPj6TQ2dh6lwlQX-pcFD9YhtbnpMgykfAz-qGOv1eTJOpQYkFT3DXScODI_vnR9u9CZtMSy7FwKG-yuCVJXQX5_4TviO7TCWwNaL6aR-E4pBWw4I1JyV0xVDr7hibvIxF-FvR4_FuGyWs/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPj6TQ2dh6lwlQX-pcFD9YhtbnpMgykfAz-qGOv1eTJOpQYkFT3DXScODI_vnR9u9CZtMSy7FwKG-yuCVJXQX5_4TviO7TCWwNaL6aR-E4pBWw4I1JyV0xVDr7hibvIxF-FvR4_FuGyWs/s400/DSC_0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360480139812447634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Watermelons are ripe and ready for the pickin! Just look at that face. Her two favorite foods, watermelon and tomatoes... we're in heaven!</div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-74740304930290947072009-07-15T10:06:00.000-07:002009-07-15T12:36:57.647-07:00<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV1vX8mbA6nLM-I4B46hxJW8CHTktO_jo163tCWDX0JRbX-aFYgvEvf7gUM5HVxLoImF-kwqbNoGIPpEbXnyMgAv_htvjVvtARAr7QPZXYYZdd9bHHClVmhJHYJ6Oc16Y9FisYQhNP-bv/s400/DSC_0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358734936769251090" /><div style="text-align: center;">Friday evening one of our most favorite people came by for a visit. Will's best friend, Andrew, was in town and came over for some front porch sitting, dinner, and a sunset cruise on the lake. My favorite way to kick off a weekend. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was great to see him and spend some time together. I've known Andrew since we were in the same 7th grade class. He and Will became friends in high school and then roomed together all through college. They remained roomies in Savannah right up until the day Will and I got married. I think I spent as much time with Andrew as I did with Will while we were dating! I know he loves Savannah, but I wish he'd move closer so we could see him more often. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRepfeyAryxyFAVYdP6Z_0H6MvftrIOdBzX9boqCowVjw1sldnldukx9jNWm7n3zmXQ9NbX7SV0q_lmTWHNCqBTTxT4GxJX640xIkFlkjvn4YOOiQN9E5bT8TmiWFRwTiU_bowvBgjE9A/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358735492336740482" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Why some cute girl hasn't snagged him up yet I just do not know. He's a cutie pie, good ole southern boy for any of you interested single ladies out there! :)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXgfl_ZtOWwX3gWBZ-luO1JVgMIx6NMRHdO0IRYwY-qFgWVNBJYPi86nSUSu7TP1Z7qWWno9pPvAxQcQ2RU7D-oMrAhQbK08ibjnKYc3PTuaACJ0DFtCpIuHu5lhXX3X9IbYZxor0LXo4/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358737424913919106" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate kept him thoroughly entertained with stories of Cinderella's glass slipper and other such topics that she enjoys discussing with people these days. He was a good sport as Anna Cate is not the typical female I'm sure his is accustomed to spending a Friday evening with. ;)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIh4eWlO08OXt5wrn7wt2u1_sTxdtLRQMBQkflirjOOBl-yPlbgnOyMP6ORH4AHYLq9BCsmHoElKgKJrCZ2sQk8glgnN1lOVGQCY9k0eCwzvRgLc9Q-dIe5ENhcxqm0fUCF8qDL0bwbZX/s400/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358735502890650658" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, I was unable to relax and enjoy the beautiful sunset because I was worried the entire time that Caroline was on the boat without a life jacket on. The only way Will was even able to get me on the boat was to promise he wouldn't drive faster than 10 miles an hour and would stay right by the shore. We never even left our cove, just puttered around for about 30 minutes. I was paranoid the entire time that another boat would come flying at us, ram into the side of the boat, rendering me unconscious, and sending little Caroline flying into the water. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Never mind the fact that we never even saw another boat the entire time we were out on the water. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBAo9wZAZNqYdlQDS4olQCQw_wHJfsVZeUBo2XBhtREs6Th5Yk3092z0ZRVCj499cVXXjB0p_evy0moUxgLav33I1HnafrUykBdRYTRN6Qg7YC2Wb4nDgRE1IDH0Ht3zOwBAv6l-qVJ-S/s400/DSC_0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358756479960872930" /><div style="text-align: center;">Caroline's looking at me like, "I'm not so sure about this mom."<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAL_CQRxg8RvPyd-1_LiZYad36aC0CyBkc5l5TFOsFp3xX-lrJdX94Sk3CdcjWPjP7KjRpYlSCOiUUwiFczVk6HzZFGETfuRavn55yZJWYVuOLffZzcv2fmRt4eHiEzvuDeMhVXzlZPpO/s1600-h/DSC_0033.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAL_CQRxg8RvPyd-1_LiZYad36aC0CyBkc5l5TFOsFp3xX-lrJdX94Sk3CdcjWPjP7KjRpYlSCOiUUwiFczVk6HzZFGETfuRavn55yZJWYVuOLffZzcv2fmRt4eHiEzvuDeMhVXzlZPpO/s1600-h/DSC_0033.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAL_CQRxg8RvPyd-1_LiZYad36aC0CyBkc5l5TFOsFp3xX-lrJdX94Sk3CdcjWPjP7KjRpYlSCOiUUwiFczVk6HzZFGETfuRavn55yZJWYVuOLffZzcv2fmRt4eHiEzvuDeMhVXzlZPpO/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358735495089653522" /></a><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECbjK19rRObuRgzciLAAb7fuLWvTuNcYeLT3GeqZnryZHq6OlQ6k3fJcrvOCtsB6avvBNIQi6FZv2P1dwb5ks9FI8lRwcinD0CR5FjpvFM5sqjZKql7GE0MVaJ5wuRra0Tr3Gl43ncZOb/s400/berry2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358734920193940674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Saturday morning we went to the garden to pick some blueberries and look for "P Hop" (Peter Rabbit). There is a little bunny that lives in the garden and I've seen him several times in the evenings when I'm picking tomatoes or corn for our supper. Anna Cate's been on the lookout for him all summer, but hasn't seen him yet. We'll keep looking until she does!</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpK9TNTYFIBwdotqVVmZaYEjxQjQbaDnt0Amsl9TUHEW0gPJpopbWRu5DTBKvIXWKzGOM4DaIzPpIemx4mAZxxvSmP0mJxBSkRai1rS04OeQtUNsQc5PB3ymIpWRuwtRK-zzsK5vPHjgK/s1600-h/berry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpK9TNTYFIBwdotqVVmZaYEjxQjQbaDnt0Amsl9TUHEW0gPJpopbWRu5DTBKvIXWKzGOM4DaIzPpIemx4mAZxxvSmP0mJxBSkRai1rS04OeQtUNsQc5PB3ymIpWRuwtRK-zzsK5vPHjgK/s400/berry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358734910718578354" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-59349191174468821192009-07-09T10:33:00.000-07:002009-07-09T12:29:20.825-07:006 Weeks Old<div style="text-align: center;">It is hard to believe this little munchkin has only been with us for six weeks now. I can't imagine our family without her! She is such a sweet little thing and LOVES to cuddle. Her favorite spot is to be curled up in somebody's arms and wakes up and cries as soon as she is put down (at least during the day). She is sleeping well at night (between 5 - 7 hours) so I can't complain too much! ;) <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate is smitten with her little sister and gives her constant attention all day long whether she is asking to hold her or wants to read to her. The feeling must be mutual because Caroline follows Anna Cate with her eyes and seems so interested in everything her big sister is doing. She will kick her legs and get very active when Anna Cate talks to her. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSen1dCHbEXJz2A3yOHjrh3Z3K-3h1_bW30u8ZUrq6u6hdHPS6pkOaUhhhTIQi9S1uWaH6Ve0Y6qlnZv0jdmsSD102LJ8rcBEtmsmeruEUIz0z7SLfIz8Pv_nXL0qFh9qoRt7FjcqY6nPd/s400/DSC_0150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356515491577349762" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAxKqPnGQndy329cIuddElNgvtSl9hc9GD7Tj8xfWKuKMlTqvXq4OF0tB7q6YxMGbvpO53yFChWn3_fv_E8STx4JdttW3vV3tNdIQYk8ynNrjUqUt43O5GdpUTBPM7zmPeSGnyt4BWUmb/s400/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356515480666730786" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For comparison, here is a picture of Caroline and Anna Cate both taken at six weeks. Until looking at the pictures side by side, I had forgotten how much thicker Anna Cate's hair was than Caroline's is. We think Caroline may eventually become a blond too because the tips of her hair look frosted just like Anna Cate's were. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbDcYeiHWAUsXn23EGIy3wsf7guehRonvsohl9Qa-kvecI7wiUKyZ21L8T6OE4a4V_ThTgybmkvxOGrG8KoH4OYMZymP2O1Souz0UDGC29VWLL5Vjwl122s3gZsLdS2rgwucvdMOIy0f4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356515493753429634" /><div style="text-align: center;">Caroline at 6 weeks</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PU4y72AwkJpHDcx-qYSwGmDgAvhaUkfctemGIW3fX0CX8ihkU44XYoTJoZ5XSedY4TuwzYN83PZc2zXa8NZannXjGnWJJZ2I97xt2CNl0dpjdcs3YrhHSSbZK7EvlKOvDrO1H_s8G37c/s400/P7180347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356515497792918210" /><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate at 6 weeks</div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-11797568137075503112009-07-05T12:54:00.000-07:002009-07-05T13:28:26.286-07:00Not So Happy 4th of July<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4xW-uYk1cMcRzcQ4LaKxfEP0kKA6ncx2uXKNBU9Gwdhr3GcCHtZiynuAStg6PG02C8HyzVUgQUMkEAgrru6Ib_IdQQphfJb4_AnBOyF6EGPWv-hFIeUE467Vl2aHloU4sklwCVzoP5-S/s320/DSC_0087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355068304632387330" /><div style="text-align: center;">I looked for some cute pictures to post of the 4th, but I realized...we have NONE. Every single picture I took one or both girls were crying and upset, which pretty much sums up our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">entire</span> day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had grand plans of playing and swimming at the lake, BBQ lunch with the Crews family, and then a boat ride at night to see the fireworks at Dreher Island. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We only made it to the lake house for a quick lunch and then were home again for naps. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVSPKJPlUj39mAmhZU7Duwbmy0DY3BTCw4PdjeLKOMIk_DJOEhz5MbPbcVD_2S8P3q_YIWd3ozoD6KqUBS4RMlc12xffgwY9FqmEMMbcFpyROvtQUSEN2yTjqFf_uUAWP4CLGstjpjxxS/s320/DSC_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355068308852083186" /><div style="text-align: center;">Will trying to tickle a smile out of Anna Cate.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nope...not gonna happen.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnKdANZXf7BLjq8jKgFyUPXBd3ADNv2LDb6o1wFv0FfhN7heozZhC_FEJDnUW-EtitNSD__UQ-AxBl58JURQ2UlUaNrfDN73kr7pHgsuk9tlhiMYsVPaNSTduDCnq8VnToDCIPo3dZEJR/s320/DSC_0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355068325192571970" /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Not even a smile for Caws.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Our pitiful attempt of trying to get a family picture of all four of us. </span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> Why can't we ever get a cute shot of everbody at the same time? </span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHupJaPiAGVHFD-i9fwsb_APnNyyfv48Wza7yvkgB9kMfbykaSxzHWOYfmY7_w5rTG8b09SeeoZWi0BxQAevK4MCJt2n0sH-zsbxG3LVA8nJlgq_sTpCN5h__3A7kDXDcG2ejpBAVfv_J/s320/porch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355074176222830994" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Take 1: </span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Anna Cate won't look at the camera and Caroline is starting to fuss...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span></span></a><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s1600-h/DSC_0098.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLw0az2eCNcQOVtJYWos0K8mpsG_6SwkGI9AE82OCIYFnmK5vggq3uDqB2E0itk1MXeXoX7pU5XyxIlGgLNxFcVr5m7ROlIf_tCTNDI5BlydcvAq7JXrW7xNjtu-6DPN4shFYgs669eR5w/s320/DSC_0098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355070168652103602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Take 2:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> The wind kept blowing my hair in my face</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Anna Cate is like, "I'm so over this picture" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> Caroline is saying, "OK people, party is OVER , I'm mad and I really mean it this time!"</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope your 4th of July celebrations went better than ours did! ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-60113134040423595532009-06-26T14:44:00.000-07:002009-06-26T15:23:35.030-07:00Beach Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">We enjoyed a little vacation this past week on the Isle of Palms. Will was with us until Monday morning and then Anna Cate, Caroline, and I stayed the rest of the week with my family (minus Charlee who is in Croatia for the summer). Thursday night I pretended I was a photographer ;) and took Anna Cate on the beach for a little photo shoot. I took about 200 pictures, but these are my favorites! More pictures from the week to follow~</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFM0RQOygVsEXbYtLtFDoZUMY6LD3UrVOBCQlQObiEVWLvIGYJ6wzEpEaVh5u2fHG7-vRmlf29-xi0v_TFmibah11c5gxlD1oWVCiIUfMOzFORm2afpZstpzk5_zkTJ_qkRnK4oYyQyUov/s400/blog5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759467120059666" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoXPBnybl97YqxcCjY0SuQi2K34dTCEVY9Sj6H5MxPdKLAhxg-eHLthWTSr4f54E_5vkGGdJqqLZ7Lky4HpKdB1UpXuEP2ZY_agnFsolmGpc64B5wekQY54C7fz-7u-foLHfLm20sKOJJ/s400/blog6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759470814063074" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TTGi8PXoXrdlhV-oW4HJcTi8LonnabzdjrQ_olCmzOa7mCLlHRbWy4LKggfC_zUFfoi-fNVS1vUSMVIOKzZn-knF-dO1ei0GDiEhRJqWpQzFdxJWm19jwaQ37x2PYx8Adz6zA9xc3g32/s400/blog12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351761384538637330" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT32Kl9Chajkcfh_pMBeRu6dHxeFLFUU0yK_NXXJnBG8d8fRLeaqjZ4IBLOViis1sOnmq20KtiFnd9Cs7buU-1qZz9Cb4DNGTi6lWCpKCF-GBJw7byEf4x_9ZZfPJqR70AuTY3gnVqeaIW/s1600-h/blog15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT32Kl9Chajkcfh_pMBeRu6dHxeFLFUU0yK_NXXJnBG8d8fRLeaqjZ4IBLOViis1sOnmq20KtiFnd9Cs7buU-1qZz9Cb4DNGTi6lWCpKCF-GBJw7byEf4x_9ZZfPJqR70AuTY3gnVqeaIW/s400/blog15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351761395361378370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSafHkpytSD5C9Xv-cRZRCeLpojxolH3-v_aRUYo5Jdq72hT6KZ7Lv1XsPvoMtBicpOHEyX18nlvK9GXiqrVpKlKFQi2D2-TdhJg3_8Rnw1UXlYNmuEv9PBTKQhaaog3JGrRjSOyrl-oeK/s400/blog11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351761383095325058" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSLIAOUDzVRQEulxHzc0QXu4-D8O5IsVsLxSOUtveQ8qQd1DwpjXKkpeQjHnnKSlYreK-OR835O2J30pnGMDTSF9iNUzazs39b186qGtCuh94arpC6ztPJruGMmDZINJpMhJ-X3THuolz/s1600-h/blog14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCSLIAOUDzVRQEulxHzc0QXu4-D8O5IsVsLxSOUtveQ8qQd1DwpjXKkpeQjHnnKSlYreK-OR835O2J30pnGMDTSF9iNUzazs39b186qGtCuh94arpC6ztPJruGMmDZINJpMhJ-X3THuolz/s400/blog14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351761392694395074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzygt3dhceotBAXGZ5yBf_FMp8yDvltFUmIWKYZEQjA3cX89JgplsW7aV271mFYOTNuj0Op9gdz5eF-hh_CCDbwHCIhH4kA5xEidxhkdiWJeMe29Y8rmXFlY9JH80udOUMA5od28eoAId/s400/blog7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759477579091778" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiES4C_wtET3I-GdW7a5JhFXTMvMyageZbVNVCPqZk7lhycmXOn5o9hqyq7vu7CPBXemvDuYi6KOcL1OAoIhUdHpiwppW4gDI1z26qFYoam10oZ2asQ8MHNHGTSGY0o82ji9XBMrcYBSsTK/s400/blog8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759729061212482" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q9gIOORG-Yxj2uOq6hq4ZGkxGMQ8tmJ0xX3C61Di2LqlHQIB5Kwdo6cYWBEbey8z8ajb4NI-FpvPZSn18vN6YaIkDLwP88kptO9Js8AyEO_HyYUDRewX32n6ahwOfRYwpa-Z1LPdE3l7/s400/blog9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759731380120242" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-35501583117893632362009-06-15T09:11:00.000-07:002009-06-15T09:41:18.314-07:00Weekend Pics<div style="text-align: center;">We enjoyed a lazy summer weekend, swimming at the lake, grilling out and taking long afternoon naps! Caroline surprised us by sleeping five straight hours the past several nights, so I'm starting to come out of my sleep deprived fog and feel somewhat rested and normal again! :)<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf9B18VkXubPjwyVICT1e1j2TJ9PcXiJ2TW71qFIIa51FmVZ0SAyhzljSliFbpNGRm6ZR_7FzpYZo9KMlGIraxggwTibbFiz09NzJSCES4TzvRG07KgDciClp563tC73olSw7CdKjQp0OI/s320/DSC_0218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590986641190930" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8dfOQYH7pOt5dIqUTcXub6CvgvHTXadDkwkodNYIr9nDth5mAeCMQ8vHjf3wtkh69xlQSTkfYYG3NyI6jkw_FCNaODj_tr6JZwUPBMER9UBDUMDI97ygz4qEJtGw_NU6Q4s0hP5y4lqM/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587973639505746" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRf8WmASMvJ1Gtsvt-PpHI06hyphenhyphen3KR7AlEMI5c2JhuLO7XLAAlYPkgbSO4K5CCPPPpnVrqbYgzMlvBSpr_n4dUj_ydaH85O6iguqCMBgFh0CwpytT8jc3eaCVy1Fs4FT6Y06bgRwduhABK6/s1600-h/DSC_0237.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRf8WmASMvJ1Gtsvt-PpHI06hyphenhyphen3KR7AlEMI5c2JhuLO7XLAAlYPkgbSO4K5CCPPPpnVrqbYgzMlvBSpr_n4dUj_ydaH85O6iguqCMBgFh0CwpytT8jc3eaCVy1Fs4FT6Y06bgRwduhABK6/s320/DSC_0237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590991573475986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Caroline is a little cuddle bug! She is most content to just curl up and sleep in our arms all day long. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V8_ybkIgdtRwgrmAfZTC8RvFJtGUAnuQLVb9p4gFwZYBwgbrIxl0ak8SKTJSaQmbWyX1mN0PKaiAss2qATF_VkrBUVbcLcVlYVR7fKQCQls3FAQeUziXjXfX-qqJlVzZF4vrULBXQDoG/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587978793487266" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate's obsession with stickers has gone a bit too far. While I was getting dressed on Sunday morning she managed to get into her craft box in the kitchen and had put about 50 stickers on herself, Will, and Caroline in a matter of minutes! Just look at her face..."Who me?"<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbJNjEp3jq9IV8gpq96Y5_Sdc5ffGHNrYk2BUz8hwDiw-phrTtINjunq3X45m6b97_wbwijZiDFfLi3kJmqFZtxTd5uff3MzWgH-k0dQ7Nst5sRWgbGCDmEAf3Yuyc34E3wrPJjkRCZCZ/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347587975332617010" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last night, Will had Caroline waiting in Anna Cate's bed to surprise her when she came into her room to go to bed. Anna Cate thought it was the greatest thing ever that Caroline was in her bed and kept asking if Caroline could sleep with her. She'll be big enough for sleep overs soon enough! I can't wait to watch these two grow up together. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL9U5N1-bEXo2Rp6IZnIfWGh9_bMj1S6bl0-goKiNPN1swDUlpE40dvNLgAfRd3Z1h12wft6X-JrwaDVyfQ8ov0cfseyOcTTgggsJvpfMB6cjIBFpFDW_9ZpqRzOzRUL4S7oWpwlSr0Z8/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL9U5N1-bEXo2Rp6IZnIfWGh9_bMj1S6bl0-goKiNPN1swDUlpE40dvNLgAfRd3Z1h12wft6X-JrwaDVyfQ8ov0cfseyOcTTgggsJvpfMB6cjIBFpFDW_9ZpqRzOzRUL4S7oWpwlSr0Z8/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590984716192354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0oY2j2mVLJduVs2_PEwFvIlgHB68ntPJrICcJ4HANJ5VUcytAm4Hghh_LnSIA4EO-eSFsZYQBkxOeV_2YPfsEAoX-RCsFfmh6N7OM4mIdHpwIi5N9W_Rq1BYFLPkYusupVN7uyM2Tsc9/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0oY2j2mVLJduVs2_PEwFvIlgHB68ntPJrICcJ4HANJ5VUcytAm4Hghh_LnSIA4EO-eSFsZYQBkxOeV_2YPfsEAoX-RCsFfmh6N7OM4mIdHpwIi5N9W_Rq1BYFLPkYusupVN7uyM2Tsc9/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590980004625234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-71496990125779078482009-06-07T09:07:00.000-07:002009-06-07T09:27:42.142-07:00Sweet Caroline<div style="text-align: center;">It is hard to believe we have already been home for a full week as a family of four! Will and I have been singing the Neil Diamond song <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Sweet Caroline</span> all week and now we've got Anna Cate singing it too. :) She'll just bust out with "Tweet Tarawine Bum Bum Bum." We died laughing the first time we realized what she was singing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgob3JPt1-0lvIFFDCOrzwYwCLCrN7Iz_-fuNtpfurF2FQBBOzTq7WBHwAnyMu0R5RjQ7KQuN9cxW6SmipUzkJo0kH_w1i8Ts4P0nkp7ik4J3LhDKNX6gehd_9iuVrgqbztLVZzaOuLBZAI/s320/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618961806702642" /><div style="text-align: center;">Home from the hospital! (and no, we did not all mean to be wearing PINK!) Poor Will, he is totally outnumbered now.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cN6WM46-C9Vn1L-xIEtsOYw1HTsHvfs20l-S_AU9j5amxPPs8-q7xCs7AS3ParjWR8PpLUeKdWl2BPg3yPyjEBs0-KIKX6Xcmx9SnlxdwD9SDfzCHl-40Aeu64powz2_vuFPKDw7UUv2/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618399846140466" /><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet baby girl<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHynSH_A2jZVlwVvD-Zq_RwQOgZ8u40A6ue6JgzAggt2EEa1JQLGbOuN3h5UsAw3dkcuDtBw9f-cqAXUMkij6xro1eqRp7bRiTfi5Tu9Nt2-TqSEk6fUvBitWki46zSmY3rw19wd5Wkbsa/s1600-h/DSC_0074.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHynSH_A2jZVlwVvD-Zq_RwQOgZ8u40A6ue6JgzAggt2EEa1JQLGbOuN3h5UsAw3dkcuDtBw9f-cqAXUMkij6xro1eqRp7bRiTfi5Tu9Nt2-TqSEk6fUvBitWki46zSmY3rw19wd5Wkbsa/s1600-h/DSC_0074.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHynSH_A2jZVlwVvD-Zq_RwQOgZ8u40A6ue6JgzAggt2EEa1JQLGbOuN3h5UsAw3dkcuDtBw9f-cqAXUMkij6xro1eqRp7bRiTfi5Tu9Nt2-TqSEk6fUvBitWki46zSmY3rw19wd5Wkbsa/s320/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618971234798162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Anna Cate is LOVING her new role as a big sister! Will and I are so proud of her because she has been so loving with Caroline and loves to "help" take care of her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hLwMn5AJRtz-NKkPHLXuE5RO5WJoHdVfsU68BznudFAXChKKUkCajq_P-fjpcRmPos76PmAtmoSK5vyIg7ExKcellEydHWGFAYnvLxRnj7X9IAGCO_fQ106ce7At9Vbl8iA5GgpsNf9a/s1600-h/DSC_0059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hLwMn5AJRtz-NKkPHLXuE5RO5WJoHdVfsU68BznudFAXChKKUkCajq_P-fjpcRmPos76PmAtmoSK5vyIg7ExKcellEydHWGFAYnvLxRnj7X9IAGCO_fQ106ce7At9Vbl8iA5GgpsNf9a/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618411460685378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdm9d03XF-k_dSzZppDD7Cu0tXgmcaasJEbOjIpt5JqwcTRInpsfsRzWFTSEcdAHqUY95-fnpRCdYSJNXaz3hcgHItqCBT8JHG37GcqDrwPYGx2EzBcg4WrQfN1v3GU4ppXl2Ghil8bgs/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdm9d03XF-k_dSzZppDD7Cu0tXgmcaasJEbOjIpt5JqwcTRInpsfsRzWFTSEcdAHqUY95-fnpRCdYSJNXaz3hcgHItqCBT8JHG37GcqDrwPYGx2EzBcg4WrQfN1v3GU4ppXl2Ghil8bgs/s320/DSC_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618406362020690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She even lets Caroline hold Benny (and for those of you who know how attached Anna Cate is to her bear, this is a BIG DEAL) The first time Caroline started crying in her chair, Anna Cate said "Hold Benny Tarawine?" and brought Benny to comfort her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFm2l8HDS1P9cnYwEMZ5MxTcrgfsHN_x9q19Ybqa65G6LjDMBqntid4UwZO-ZZ_tAaScKSR9944gWzuhrYMtwjqfmcHLRmeEJ5Y0dyHQRREYMh1i1QEt6dc3pujW6VLMWY5I1QJj4ILeTR/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFm2l8HDS1P9cnYwEMZ5MxTcrgfsHN_x9q19Ybqa65G6LjDMBqntid4UwZO-ZZ_tAaScKSR9944gWzuhrYMtwjqfmcHLRmeEJ5Y0dyHQRREYMh1i1QEt6dc3pujW6VLMWY5I1QJj4ILeTR/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618406537467682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She has even initiated Caroline into her book club already! ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MplrYM6D9tVLlCb4njhbsW7FFzK0xOu7Mg_umEP9bbZruuiVl9itpLdjVyvNJiAbSBmiykp7jZQ9XuDY1vpZPaUK1RwHKbEtoRqzZBxMK0hXkHJTtt0OTP9DKuw4hI9fpAc9SJGwq3oY/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MplrYM6D9tVLlCb4njhbsW7FFzK0xOu7Mg_umEP9bbZruuiVl9itpLdjVyvNJiAbSBmiykp7jZQ9XuDY1vpZPaUK1RwHKbEtoRqzZBxMK0hXkHJTtt0OTP9DKuw4hI9fpAc9SJGwq3oY/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618396165949234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Sisters</div></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999218162012186476.post-48381852646227411282009-05-29T15:09:00.000-07:002009-05-29T15:19:43.935-07:00Little Mama<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg284hhwm3nBqc9Ydc9rtnFEwKVbBPuXmswdBlW7HWlgbR1BbcKzZ6VXJ5dbwOGNxdxTomysHTLl5HQGzFpD3ee6TWO74CXb6SYroIQqVtnD0XiE6KM5vxtZrmDlWnbE0pw1pwES_TX32lF/s1600-h/DSC_0173.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg284hhwm3nBqc9Ydc9rtnFEwKVbBPuXmswdBlW7HWlgbR1BbcKzZ6VXJ5dbwOGNxdxTomysHTLl5HQGzFpD3ee6TWO74CXb6SYroIQqVtnD0XiE6KM5vxtZrmDlWnbE0pw1pwES_TX32lF/s320/DSC_0173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372057086067842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">These are just a few of the many pictures I took of Anna Cate holding Caroline for the first time this morning. She wasn't sure of what to think of her yesterday and would only touch her leg, but she warmed up to her today and decided she wanted to try to hold her. Once Anna Cate had Caroline in her lap, she didn't want anyone else to hold her! <br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh-7PZYv1o_dq5k6bu4mHg9sjrz7oHg3SAjsL3amPVI5xu-r9nqwTZbKMKVuRdp1iKkCdbmxeMsAgpeaqO1xdkV6A9v3ftFXA1d2LON7dWzPzonm7-4UP-Tn8ZP_wgML-P5L3O_VLFjNyD/s320/DSC_0154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372043242640066" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zZuPZg8YKkdQ94Ty7TQDlJnx4N2zd5GyX1feCUYEp4H52PFpVMYym7l2q8Oc3PjdIn-xZe3FgXzBHbW09e5EV_O1cI-fIulwC9HX7gbYTAF2SsCz5LxY1lwiiego_qN7U4TlT1xUqQc-/s1600-h/DSC_0212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zZuPZg8YKkdQ94Ty7TQDlJnx4N2zd5GyX1feCUYEp4H52PFpVMYym7l2q8Oc3PjdIn-xZe3FgXzBHbW09e5EV_O1cI-fIulwC9HX7gbYTAF2SsCz5LxY1lwiiego_qN7U4TlT1xUqQc-/s320/DSC_0212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372049267395682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She's a natural little mama! She would try to put a paci in Caroline's mouth if she started to fuss and was very interested in reading to her. She is going to be a little great helper! :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBt6ar5_ZWfV-Td96OkjIiXzpxkqKDXIR8brhZHvgC_VVteGoY9e6wpcpbn59NKCs2X3-GHdoUYZDxl-DsHJjOcDlYZB1pgpiprovV7AHd0fqOrg7uPywXrRf-D0gbY0L5cG74EZlUqQ7/s1600-h/DSC_0201.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBt6ar5_ZWfV-Td96OkjIiXzpxkqKDXIR8brhZHvgC_VVteGoY9e6wpcpbn59NKCs2X3-GHdoUYZDxl-DsHJjOcDlYZB1pgpiprovV7AHd0fqOrg7uPywXrRf-D0gbY0L5cG74EZlUqQ7/s320/DSC_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372045983329570" /></a><br /><br /></div>Mary Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11350964614852705847noreply@blogger.com3