tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41713705223471539762024-03-14T00:06:02.349-06:00La*Tee*DahCamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07552961034188915048noreply@blogger.comBlogger365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-27185960468610580162012-03-02T17:34:00.000-06:002012-03-02T17:34:38.582-06:00Happy 10th Anniversary to Us!10 years ago today, I married my sweet husband. When we woke up, there was at least 2" of ice on th ground and the high for the day was 18 degrees. In Dallas, Texas. On March 2. I remember the minister saying something about the weather. But even at 18 degrees, with a sleeveless wedding dress, I didn't get cold--I was so excited that I was floating! I didn't feel a thing! I can't say the same for my bridesmaids, however, who also had on sleeveless dresses! Sorry, friends!<br />
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Anyway--10 years and two children later, Mike is still my love--I trust him, admire him, love him, get irritated with him, respect him, laugh with him, and still get excited when I hear his voice on the other end of the phone. I LOVE YOU, Mike! Happy Anniversary! XOXOXOX<br />
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Anywho...the kids all had a great time wielding their weapons (or, Christmas gifts)...<br />
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Saturday afternoon, we got really brave and took them all out to shoot bb guns. They had so much fun! And yes, they were shooting the genuine Red Ryder BB gun!<br />
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Aiden went first and was the first to hit the target (balloons).<br />
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Matthew did great and loved every minute of it.<br />
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I love the big congratulatory hug Matthew got from Caden when he hit his first balloon! Caden was so happy for him!<br />
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Of course, I had to try my luck, too. And I did not embarrass myself--at least not this time!<br />
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Sharpshooter Caden did just great!<br />
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And even Molly got in on the action. She was definitely irritated that Daddy kept helping her!<br />
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And on a different note, if you read my last post about Pinterest, here are my finished products! I made oven mitts! I'm very proud of myself, but it was much more time consuming than I thought it would be. But I think it was worth it!<br />
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Next, and equally as exciting, if I may say so (and I may, since it's my blog) is my very first Pinterest gift that I received!!! Yes, it's true! My amazing friend, <a href="http://www.andjonbabyluke.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Andrea</a>, made moi a Pinterest giftie! Well, it may have actually been Andrea's mother, but I digress...<br />
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And this is my next Pinterest craft, which I am starting on right after I finish posting this blog entry--and which will most definitely deserve a follow-up blog post in the very near future.<br />
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Finally, this is what I made this afternoon, which will be tucked lovingly into sweet little treat bags, and dispersed tomorrow morning to various places (that is, if I can keep Mike and the kids out of them...oh, who am I kidding? And keep ME out of them, too)! If you have not ever had these little Pampered Chef version of S'mores, you have not yet lived. They are To. Die. For. <br />
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Last Friday, she set up Uno for us to play on the floor. How could I resist? Especially since Uno has played a HUGE part in my childhood gaming life with my family. Since we were located close to my computer, my camera was within reach (thanks to hours of time on the computer editing lately). <br />
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Notice the look of intense concentration. She is a serious competitor.<br />
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Pause the game, while Molly does a quick gymnastics move on the wall...<br />
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She beat me. I know it's out of focus, thanks to my grab-the-camera-and-take-the-picture-quick-while-her-reaction-is-genuine-reflexes (that did not include taking the time to focus. ; )<br />
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This would be the "mom, enough taking pictures already...just play another round!"<br />
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And this is me in my Uno-playing-glory. No makeup. Trying not to be visibly shaken and go all crazy-mom, while my 4 year old is taking my picture with my Canon 5D Mk II. I managed. And her photo was in focus, at least! (Note--I almost didn't post this, as it's not the best picture of me for many reasons, so yay me for posting it anyway).<br />
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Who knows what fun our girl day will bring today? Yippee!Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-69102366251928649432011-11-30T10:35:00.000-06:002011-11-30T10:35:56.634-06:00My FavoritesI've been working on our family Christmas card this week. Last year, the inside of our Christmas card was filled with little pictures of our family from throughout the past year. So many people loved it that I decided to do it again this year. So, after going through tons of family photos from the past year, I've decided that these are my two favorites of the kids. And since it's been, um, well, <i>a while </i>since I last blogged, I thought it seemed like a good post! So here you go, my loves:<br />
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On a side note, I'm super excited to be going to the Midnight showing of Breaking Dawn tomorrow night. Yes, I'm admitting it. Love me anyway! But even more excited about the amazing group of friends that I'm going with! Blessed again!<br />
Anywho...happy Wednesday and here's to no more busyness!<br />
(And for the record, I just heard a sweet tiny voice say "Mommy, I want more Nana bread!" (Even though she means Raisin Bread). I love my sweet children so much my heart might explode!Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-17584696459831110622011-11-04T13:27:00.000-06:002011-11-04T13:27:27.807-06:00The Blink of an Eye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkCN5_Dxv9U/TrQ8OkKnEcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TXkKNLLImeg/s1600/2011+10+18_8901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkCN5_Dxv9U/TrQ8OkKnEcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TXkKNLLImeg/s640/2011+10+18_8901.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>October flew by in the blink of an eye. I can't believe it's been almost a month since I posted. Here's a taste of what we've been up to (I love this photo for so many reasons). Hopefull I will make time this weekend for a full update! But for now, just "hi, how are you? talk to you soon!" Love and hugs!Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-47067341326340405032011-10-07T08:20:00.000-05:002011-10-07T08:20:12.966-05:00Random Thoughts1. Molly is so much better! Thanks for all of the well-wishes, prayers, and messages! It was amazing how quickly she got better once they found which antibiotic would work! <br />
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2. Molly is starting to use expressions when she talks. Yesterday, she actually said "And so I was <em>like</em>....what's her <em>deal</em>?" Hilarious.<br />
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3. Molly was Bible Verse helper at Pre-School this week. That means that she learned her bible verse, and then went up on stage during chapel time to say it in front of everyone. "Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." 1 Corinthians 10:31 (Absolutely precious when said in her little 4 year old voice).<br />
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4. Molly is loving her ice skating lessons! She is now going to be in a big show when Santa arrives at the mall (he'll come in on the zamboni) and she is performing. OMG. Presh!<br />
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5. Can you tell that Molly and I have been spending a lot of time together lately?<br />
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6. I colored my hair Medium Brown. That means that right now, my hair is one shade lighter than black. How is that possible? I'm glad I didn't go with Dark Brown! I'm looking forward to next week, when it lightens up a bit!<br />
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7. Matthew is loving Second grade! He loves doing his homework all on his own, and loves organizing it in his binder (he got that from me). Yesterday was library day, and he brought home a Chapter Book for the first time. He had all 12 chapters finished by bed time. Thank you, God, for the library! <br />
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8. My laundry is all done and Mike has 14 socks that don't have a match. <strong>14.</strong> I'm not exaggerating.<br />
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9. I'm looking forward to my photography busy season! I have lots of family photo shoots coming up, a Girl Scout Father/Daughter Costume Ball, several sessions with just kiddos, and I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of my first neice! Can't wait to take baby pictures! <br />
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10. Pinterest. O.M.G. Love!Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-78857861549546907762011-09-30T13:15:00.000-05:002011-09-30T13:15:40.742-05:00My Littlest PatientMy sweet girl is sick. She has an infection, but the antibiotics aren't working as quickly as they should, or they are not the right antibiotics. We are waiting on test results to see what we need to do. Her fever has been up (the highest was 105.5) and down (while alternating Motrin/Tylenol). We took her to the ER last night, where they ran some tests. The good news is that the test results will be back today, and she is continuing to drink a good amount of fluids. Right now, her fever is down, and she is coloring (although not her spunky self). This momma is ready for answers and relief for sweetness. Prayers, please!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here she is before the program, trying to peek around the corner to see her Daddy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enough to make me cry!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There she is on the front row, beaming at her Daddy, in her orange shirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture even with the giant blurry head in the foreground. Look how happy they both are!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't that the sweetest look she's giving him? She adores him!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-34026132643176078602011-09-20T12:42:00.001-05:002011-09-20T12:42:04.952-05:00Molly's ABC Book<object width="425" height="425" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=2FctXDlwxRyU&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=2FctXDlwxRyU&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"></embed></object><p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2FctXDlwxdl&eid=115">Click here to view this photo book larger</a><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=photobook&c2=blogger" /></p>Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-88454758897050052011-09-15T19:40:00.001-05:002011-09-15T19:43:49.745-05:00Thought Filled Thursday1. Oh, how I would love to say some of the things I actually think. I am quite good at entertaining myself. Silently. I don't know how other people would take it. ; )<br />
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2. I will be Scrapbooking in one week. Woo! Hoo!<br />
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3. Mike and Matthew have gone to their Cub Scout Rally. Which means Molly is coloring at the kitchen table waiting for her macaroni to cool off while I am doing laundry and blogging. I think I'm going to love Cub Scouts.<br />
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4. I brushed our lab outside today and I think there was enough hair to make an entire small dog.<br />
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5. I'm going to my SIL's baby shower this weekend and I haven't been this excited about a baby shower since my very own. The downside is that Mike is going, too, so I can't hide how many things I've bought for the shower, as he will see her open the gifts. : )<br />
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6. I'm thinking about entering this photo in a contest about summer. I love it. And the girls in it!<br />
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7. My MIL is coming for my SIL's baby shower, too. She is staying with us and the kids are thrilled! We usually go out to eat a bunch when my MIL is here. Yay for MIL! Yay for happy kids! Yay for clean kitchens!!!!<br />
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8. I straightened my hair today. <br />
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9. I got a pedicure a week ago and my feet are already looking dry. Um, can I have my money back? <br />
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10. Have you seen that YouTube video of the old people and the web cam? It is HILARIOUS. You know...this one:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_Z9yWy2lc8/Tm-MfMoOlcI/AAAAAAAACm0/z1Y80drmh5A/s1600/2011+09+13_8271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_Z9yWy2lc8/Tm-MfMoOlcI/AAAAAAAACm0/z1Y80drmh5A/s640/2011+09+13_8271.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Don't put these in my scrapbook!"</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNzYfeMLI4o/Tm-MseTkcqI/AAAAAAAACm4/eWzhXAqOzK4/s1600/2011+09+13_8267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNzYfeMLI4o/Tm-MseTkcqI/AAAAAAAACm4/eWzhXAqOzK4/s640/2011+09+13_8267.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He didn't say anything about my blog.</div>Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07552961034188915048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-76838445244944608222011-09-08T17:43:00.000-05:002011-09-08T17:43:31.189-05:00Molly's newest love!First of all, you may be asking yourself why she is wearing long pants, a long sleeved shirt, and glovies in Dallas in the warm weather. If you're not asking yourself that, you should be, because if you don't, my story isn't as good.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She's wearing all of that, so that she can learn to do this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aTr2JexTzI/TmlDjM0EiXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/N4ZdyGEz9tg/s1600/2011+09+07_8093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aTr2JexTzI/TmlDjM0EiXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/N4ZdyGEz9tg/s640/2011+09+07_8093.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
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I got everyone up on Saturday morning and told them to get dressed, that I had a PLAN. After a little protest (probably thinking I was going to make them clean house), I got them all loaded up into the car and we headed downtown. In the car, I let them in on my secret (because I wanted them to have a little time to be excited about what we were going to do, and also because I wanted to prep the kids for what manners they were going to need in advance). We were going to go for a super cool, behind the scenes tour of the World Champion Dallas Mavericks locker room guided by Donnie Nelson (General Manager of the team). Yep. I've got connections. Or...I know someone who has connections. Or something. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matthew listening to a little pre-tour info from Donnie Nelson. (He's awesome with kids).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Molly working out in the locker room (even the weights had the Mavericks logo on them).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike hanging out in the media room (aka--where the players chill).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matthew wearing the official practice jersey and hanging out by Jason Terry's locker.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The middle of the locker room.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the whole fam</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lights in the locker room. Matthew would like his room to look like this. I'll get right on that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super Coolness. The chair to the immediate left of the white board cabinets leads to the court in the AA Arena.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matthew goofing around in the Maverick's practice court.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boy doing what he loves.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of us with Donnie Nelson after an awesome suprise!</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That pretty much sums it up! I loved this homework!</div>Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-46143916535616207762011-08-27T10:55:00.000-05:002011-08-27T10:55:31.710-05:00Boy Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBrVCEPaV3U/TlkTKEp_0CI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lSCzoDks-pE/s1600/2011+08+22_7538ecblg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBrVCEPaV3U/TlkTKEp_0CI/AAAAAAAAAOg/lSCzoDks-pE/s640/2011+08+22_7538ecblg.jpg" width="456" /></a></div>I was going through pictures for an upcoming post and fell in love with this one. I seriously think this may be my current favorite of my sweet boy. I am a momma who loves her kids--this is just his sweet heart showing through in a picture!Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-82744899691886064592011-08-23T13:10:00.000-05:002011-08-23T13:10:17.054-05:00Pre-K Today!Well, I am a little calmer about Mollykins going to Pre-K. I'm not panic-stricken that she's growing up too fast because we still have a whole year until Kindergarten. She was apprehensive about going to school last year<a href="http://loveypants.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-didnt-think-i-forgot-did-you.html"> (click here and scroll down past Matthew to see Molly on her first day of Preschool 3's last year),</a> but this year, she did great (I know she was thinking about the giant doll house in her class room that she spied at Meet the Teacher). Plus, she already had friends in her class this year, so she felt comfortable.<br />
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Although we had bought a few outfits for back to school, yesterday she found this purple ensemble in Target and <i>had</i> to have it to wear today. She plannied the whole thing, right down to the purple sparkly Converse shoes and purple headband. I tried to tell her that she didn't need the jacket, as the forecast was 105, but she didn't care. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even Daddy went to work late so that he could take her to school. Bonus: her precious teacher had on purple, too! Now if only Mike had worn purple! Ha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She had to make a "Molly doll" to take to school today. Note the purple dress, one purple fingernail, and purple ribbons in her hair. I'm sensing a theme.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-xrViEqMmg/TlPqYZcUh2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/UtyflJaJpbQ/s1600/2011+08+23_7766ecblg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-xrViEqMmg/TlPqYZcUh2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/UtyflJaJpbQ/s640/2011+08+23_7766ecblg.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm so proud of my big girl! And it's so very quiet in my house right now...</div>Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-43322976657245150902011-08-22T14:24:00.000-05:002011-08-22T14:24:37.314-05:00Matthew's First DayI truly have no idea how Matthew is in 2nd grade. That is for big kids. But I get it now. I remember<a href="http://loveypants.blogspot.com/2007/09/matthewness.html"> his first day of Preschool</a> 3's and<a href="http://loveypants.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-about-time.html"> Preschool 4's</a> and <a href="http://loveypants.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarten.html">Kindergarten</a> and<a href="http://loveypants.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-didnt-think-i-forgot-did-you.html"> First Grade</a> like it was yesterday (please humor me and go back and click on those links before you continue to read. I'm not kidding. Do it so that you fully appreciate my sweet boy). When other mothers would smile at me knowingly when I was pregnant and say "It goes so fast," or nod sweetly saying "When my son was this age ..." and I would think that I they didn't know me and that I was going to treasure each little memory and somehow make it slow down, or that they couldn't possibly remember in detail how it was to have a child the same age as Matthew, because their child was in elementary school and that was <em>years </em>away. But now I see. They <em>did</em> know. They did remember the details. Because it does go too fast. And it does seem like just a few months ago that we brought him home from the hospital and held him in our arms for hours on end. But somehow he's 7 and started 2nd grade today. And while I love his Matthewness, and his giant personality, and his intensity, his sweet side, his hugs and kisses, etc., my heart still aches for that tiny baby that he was<em> for just a few minutes</em>. Oh my...there is nothing like being a mother. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know. The kids are feeding the wildlife. But no worries...Molly made sure to tell the first forest ranger she saw that she fed the squirrels. And yes, he was standing right by a sign that said "Please don't feed the wild life." In our defense, this sweet couple gave Molly the food. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just prior to going down the giant slide! I loved every second!</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are so many more pictures! I just happen to have two hungry children at home, so I must go. Ahhh, it's a glamorous life...and I love it!</div>Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543570788991058669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-13754085011894564302011-07-12T00:09:00.002-05:002011-07-12T00:09:58.217-05:00Proof<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GndtD-Vvx4/ThvW-KKEemI/AAAAAAAACmA/7-iHfTvbLmM/s1600/2011+07+11_6192web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GndtD-Vvx4/ThvW-KKEemI/AAAAAAAACmA/7-iHfTvbLmM/s640/2011+07+11_6192web.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>that they really do love each other. Ahhhh...it does this mother's heart good!Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07552961034188915048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-49444736824186966142011-06-30T23:49:00.001-05:002011-06-30T23:49:46.934-05:00Late Night ExperimentI just did my nails using the new Sally Hansen nail strips. I like them! A little awkward at first, but I got the hang of it. See:<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/30/5389.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/30/s_5389.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07552961034188915048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171370522347153976.post-45900450154864558532011-06-22T10:19:00.000-05:002011-06-22T10:19:07.964-05:00Just sayin' hi!Hi! I'm not blogging much right now...just taking time to enjoy my summer with these two little faces!<br />
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We're having lots of summer fun. I hope you are, too!<br />
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If you happen to be at the pool, look for us. We're probably there! Camilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07552961034188915048noreply@blogger.com4