<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595</id><updated>2011-12-07T09:08:45.356-06:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='2009'/><category term='an Sam'/><category term='children'/><category term='Brody'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='for fun'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Mitch'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='blog'/><category term='misc'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><category term='Addie'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='computer'/><category term='1000 things'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Quilting Bee'/><category term='womanhood'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Brody and Addie'/><category term='addition'/><category term='disneyworld'/><title type='text'>the fickey five</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8405624130653038109</id><published>2010-09-20T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:22:27.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big news for the Fickeys</title><content type='html'>check out our exciting &amp;nbsp;new adventure we are embarking on together........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog.&lt;br /&gt;new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oureyesareopened.blogspot.com/"&gt;our eyes are opened&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on the above link)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8405624130653038109?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8405624130653038109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8405624130653038109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8405624130653038109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8405624130653038109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-news-for-fickeys.html' title='big news for the Fickeys'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8030693457740898795</id><published>2010-08-22T22:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:21:02.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody and Addie'/><title type='text'>washed by the water</title><content type='html'>Questions that have been in my mind over the last several years............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; right age for a child? When does a child become accountable for his or her own salvation? When does a child &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; understand the price Christ paid for us on that cross? Sure they may love the idea of Jesus, but do they &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; grasp the meaning of Him living in their heart and being Lord over their lives? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was baptized (ie sprinkled) as a baby. But later, when in college, I grew to understand what the scriptual meaning of baptism was and chose to be baptized (ie dunked!) again. I was 19 years old. I understood the meaning of my decision. I knew I was being obedient to this loving and merciful God who had saved me many years before from the pit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch was baptized when he was 10 in his church. Now, knowing Mitch and the fact that at 33 he sometimes acts like a 60 year old (in a good, wisdom-filled way ;)  ), I can only assume that at 10 he understood as much as I did at 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when at the ages of 7 and 6, Brody and Addie started showing interest in baptism, I have to be honest and say my first thought was "They are way too young. They don't get it. They need to wait until they understand or else it won't mean anything to them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited that they were interested, but was doubtful that they really knew what it meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took them to a kids "faith class" at church where the teachers do a phenomenal job of explaining baptism and why we do it. (By the way, I should probably mention that both of the kids say that the moment they asked Jesus to live in their hearts was last summer with Nana, at "Nana Camp" . So, this has been an ongoing conversation for a while now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, during that class God spoke to me..... "Why are you so hesitant? Yes, they are young. But, when I call you, I call you. Their hearts are tender to me and ready to be obedient. Don't stop them because you think they might not be ready. It is not your decision, it's theirs".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there it was. Not my decision. Not my salvation. And if I ever had any doubts of whether or not they understood, those would all be wiped away in a matter of seconds while talking to them and asking them about why they are doing it. They know it doesn't save them. They know only Jesus' taking up residence in your heart can do that. They know that it is like a wedding ring. Shows everyone you are married, but doesn't make you less married if you take it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how could I say "No. You are not old enough" to these sweet kids who hear the prompting of the Lord and are ready to be obedient? I can't. And I didn't want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So......Brody and Addie were baptized today. In the Guadalupe river along with about 40 other people from our incredible church family. Grandparents and friends were there to help us celebrate and the kids were so excited. It was a wonderful way to end the summer and begin a fresh new year (school starts tomorrow). And more than anything, it's a wonderful way to begin their life with Jesus. I pray for their lives to be filled with obedience to the Lord like they showed today. I love their little hearts and their faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy some pictures of today. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8168633981663071859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8168633981663071859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8168633981663071859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/show-me-your-muscles.html' title='Show me your muscles...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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I can vividly remember him at the age of 11 months sitting in his car seat with a empty bottle of water and lid (pretty sure an 11 month old should not have something small like a lid while strapped into a carseat out of arms reach of an adult...but, I digress....). He tried over and over and &lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; until he figured out how to get it screwed on, then off, then on, then off. I remember thinking, "wow...this kid doesn't give up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his basic personality hasn't changed. When he is determined to do something. He tries it over and &lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; until he gets it. He's a logical thinker and quietly contemplates how it can be done before he even starts to work on it. And, unlike his wonderfully adorable and talented in many other ways sister, he &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;likes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to work. He likes to help and feel productive. He likes to organize and make sure things are exactly the way they should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody also likes (ie loves) his dad. He, like his father, isn't one to express his emotions into words, but believe me....he idolizes Mitch. He watches him. He copies him. Mitch's favorite foods are Brody's favorite foods. Mitch's dislikes are Brody's dislikes. (I've warned Mitch this is a scary position to be in....).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody loves his daddy and wants to be with him as much as possible. So this summer, when he has been able to, Mitch has taken Brody to work with him. They travel from house to house stopping for treats like Gatorade (I don't know why, but Gatorade is a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; big deal to Brody). They take measurements and nail stuff up (don't I sound sooo knowledgeable?). They talk to trades people and homeowners. They wear boots and jeans and hats. They walk around and kick up dirt (and possible roll around in it, since they are &lt;i&gt;covered&lt;/i&gt; in it when they come home). And Brody &lt;i&gt;l.o.v.e.s.&lt;/i&gt; it. The days he doesn't get to go, he is heart broken. "what??? I have to stay with mom?!?!" (it's such torture, I know.). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch bought him his own tool belt for his hammer and tape measure and other tool-ish kind of things (there I go again...sooo knowledgeable). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TGM5lqfgnEI/AAAAAAAABAU/tCCj0HaFMUA/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TGM5lqfgnEI/AAAAAAAABAU/tCCj0HaFMUA/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504306488801270850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isn't he so cute??!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to Mitch, Brody's "jobs" include&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- walking around and hammering nails completely in (Brody's OCD coming into play there..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- piling stuff up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- handing Mitch tools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- taking measurements of random things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of Mitch's workers told him to enjoy it while he could, because when Brody is 16 he won't want to get anywhere near the job site. I think he might be wrong.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and by the way.......Brody and Addie both decided they want to be baptized. They will be baptized in the river next Sunday. So proud of them....another post on that later.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3353552699929937243?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3353552699929937243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3353552699929937243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3353552699929937243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3353552699929937243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/handy.html' title='Handy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TGM5lqfgnEI/AAAAAAAABAU/tCCj0HaFMUA/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4617756401760441316</id><published>2010-08-01T23:33:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:28:54.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Where have you been, young lady???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, it has officially been ONE month since my last blog post. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What in the world?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happened? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How has a month passed by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;already&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, to catch you up here are some of our adventures during the month of July. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They include, but are not limited to....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Mitch and I took a trip away while the kids stayed with Nonnie and Big Daddy (Mitch's parents) to celebrate our TEN year anniversary. Yep! That's right....TEN years. I love that man. So glad he's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZSey7_hZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/rbyUebq2s9E/s320/sc006e4616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500674683902592402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Lots of trips to the pool. Sam is fearless. Fear. Less. He loves to swim and doesn't think he needs my help at all. I don't have any pictures of them at the pool cause I totally don't trust him for even the quickest second to grab my camera.  Brody and Addie are great swimmers too. They LOVE the pool and beg to go everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Mitch has had a couple of triathlons and the kids and I have gone to cheer him on. He's done great! Such a competitive spirit in that man. I don't really understand it, but it's what drives him and makes him who he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZSfL5M8OI/AAAAAAAAA-0/79EG_nsxtsc/s320/DSC_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500674690601775330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- A few trips to Sea World. So glad we live in a place that has such fun things to do close by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZZsvCRY0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/YeVpcLH89kM/s320/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500682619954750274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Sam chipped his front tooth during a wrestling match with his brother. This has become the Fickey boys' new favorite past time. Maybe I should invest in some mouth guards.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZSgTnNF6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/E_15_a9KKAU/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500674709853640610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Me and some of my precious friends, &lt;a href="http://simmonspartyofsix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://keepingupwiththemcelhannons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Misty&lt;/a&gt;, had a bake/lemonade sale to raise money for a water purification system in Zambia. We were encouraged by our church to do something that makes an impact. To "right a wrong". Babies and children drinking dirty water with swollen bellies is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. We raised a little over $200, which means that 200 people will have clean water for a year through a program called &lt;a href="http://waterfortheworld.net/"&gt;"Water for the World"&lt;/a&gt;. The event itself was &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;....melted icing, sweaty faces, collapsing tables, but...I think the kids learned a good lesson, and some sweet kids across the ocean will have some clean water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZYnJyWdvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/xPjXkVvwr2g/s320/IMG_0810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681424544888562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We got a dog. A chihuahua. We named him Peanut. He is super cute and would be THE perfect dog if it wasn't for the pooping in the house thing. But, at least the poop is small. You know...cause he's a chihuahua. We're working on it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZYmkH7myI/AAAAAAAAA_c/f3ulA2EeakI/s320/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681414434855714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We have made some serious progress on the addition. Although our yard still looks like a construction zone (and I have to remind myself every day not to let it bother me...it's part of the process.......a &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; process...), the house is coming along. Mitch set a goal of October for it to be completed. We will see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZYnc9vhpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Ik3747S-L3A/s320/IMG_0812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681429692941970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We've taken the kids to feed the homeless in downtown San Antonio with our church. It's a humbling experience. I so badly want my kids to see the church, as it should be, in action. I want them to know the world is bigger than their safe little comfortable corner of it. Mitch and I would really love to take them on a foreign mission trip sometime soon. I can't wait to see how God uses that to shape their little lives. And mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Addie lost her two top teeth. She now has a gigantic gap in the front of her mouth. No teeth on top. No teeth on bottom. She does a lot of side chewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZYmwZj-UI/AAAAAAAAA_k/01J2-F6a4oo/s320/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681417730029890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We just got back from a trip to the beach that was complete with shell digging, crabbing, boogie boarding, kite-flying, mosquito swatting, shrimp eating, family loving good times. I love the beach in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZSf0VJGdI/AAAAAAAAA_E/t19O2MS9FVY/s320/beach+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500674701456382418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only have three weeks left of summer and I think my kids may have regressed at least 3 years in their schooling, no thanks to their mama and her lazy summer ways. So, my goal for the next three weeks is to catch them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is also my goal to enjoy this time with them. We have our moments in the summer when I am praying for the first day of school to come faster. But, we also have moments like tonight where we got to eat dinner together last minute at Taco Cabana, had a little wrestle match, considered the idea of giving Brody a mohawk, had a good talk with the kids about the omnipotent power of God, and didn't have to do any of it on a schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No early bed times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No homework (or any school work at all for that matter...tsk! tsk!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy days are slipping away. I want to enjoy them while I can. I start work in August as well. I'm teaching at a preschool here in Boerne two days a week. So, my summer is coming to an end too :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being faithful to this fair-weathered blog. Love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4617756401760441316?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4617756401760441316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4617756401760441316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4617756401760441316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4617756401760441316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-have-you-been-young-lady.html' title='Where have you been, young lady???????'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TFZSey7_hZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/rbyUebq2s9E/s72-c/sc006e4616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8390532313386448799</id><published>2010-07-02T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:16:34.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Just call him Sammie Davis JR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TC4sya0p4mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-dQa2xX6omg/s1600/IMG_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TC4sya0p4mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-dQa2xX6omg/s320/IMG_0163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489374240516465250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my handsome little boy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would look much cuter without the orange pacifier though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8390532313386448799?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8390532313386448799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8390532313386448799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8390532313386448799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8390532313386448799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-call-him-sammie-davis-jr.html' title='Just call him Sammie Davis JR'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TC4sya0p4mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-dQa2xX6omg/s72-c/IMG_0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2179856288642675509</id><published>2010-06-28T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:42:29.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Pics from the vault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sewing/crafting has been on pause lately. I'm not sure why, but I've just kind of totally lacked motivation for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT...I did make these things in the last month and wanted to share...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine asked me to make her kids some shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has three boys under the age of 5 and just had......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait for it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TWINS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriBJtDFaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/0b3U1nzU7PQ/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriBJtDFaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/0b3U1nzU7PQ/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483944005689611682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So "big brother" got one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(by the way...he is the same age as Sam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine Sam being a big brother to anyone right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriWk5v7xI/AAAAAAAAA-c/9WlE-2aGRSY/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriWk5v7xI/AAAAAAAAA-c/9WlE-2aGRSY/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483944373767892754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriB2ZbIfI/AAAAAAAAA-U/N1kYM-xD8Qs/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriB2ZbIfI/AAAAAAAAA-U/N1kYM-xD8Qs/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483944017686897138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the twins (one boy , one girl) got a shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These shirts were way cuter in person. Didn't photograph well :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriBSBzKoI/AAAAAAAAA-M/VOvCkrqIcI4/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriBSBzKoI/AAAAAAAAA-M/VOvCkrqIcI4/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483944007924132482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another brother got one (his name is Gibson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me and the kids made these for their teachers as end of the year gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriA6HBlCI/AAAAAAAAA98/CqkObUI1UOQ/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriA6HBlCI/AAAAAAAAA98/CqkObUI1UOQ/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483944001503597602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriAPCPq7I/AAAAAAAAA90/o2ZrKWNJYmY/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriAPCPq7I/AAAAAAAAA90/o2ZrKWNJYmY/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483943989940825010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We printed them out on card stock, cut and hot-glued the crayons on, and put them in shadowbox frames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And I &lt;i&gt;fully&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;expect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them to be in their teachers' classrooms &lt;b&gt;ON&lt;/b&gt; their desks for the next &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (not really....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm missing my crafty bug. Hopefully he will make a re-appearance and bite me again soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2179856288642675509?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2179856288642675509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2179856288642675509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2179856288642675509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2179856288642675509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/06/pics-from-vault.html' title='Pics from the vault'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBriBJtDFaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/0b3U1nzU7PQ/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5173564943194673788</id><published>2010-06-19T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:23:39.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><title type='text'>daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; daddy in the whole wide world......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f39c9820445a14d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f39c9820445a14d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3964B1F75BF742AA22BC161C78FC1A405A9D6D29.2E20137E01C25732BB89BB169814897CE426F333%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f39c9820445a14d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL0Bo0Kd0U-sttsEL7GP1m1nZHno&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f39c9820445a14d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3964B1F75BF742AA22BC161C78FC1A405A9D6D29.2E20137E01C25732BB89BB169814897CE426F333%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f39c9820445a14d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL0Bo0Kd0U-sttsEL7GP1m1nZHno&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-5173564943194673788?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5173564943194673788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=5173564943194673788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5173564943194673788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5173564943194673788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy.html' title='daddy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1430517338943243451</id><published>2010-06-14T22:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:15:18.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last week of school (2 weeks ago) Addie was given an award for the character trait of being "caring". They have an awards assembly and announce the recipient for each classroom and read a little speech that the teacher wrote about why they were chosen for that particular award. It is a surprise to the student. They don't know they are getting it. Although, they &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to be tipped off a little when they walk into the library and &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; parents are there (which I think was kind of a bummer for Brody since he walked in and saw us and was thinking &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was getting an award. Poor guy. But, he was a good sport and clapped and smiled big when his sister's name was announced. And he &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; get an award last year, for being "trustworthy")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very proud of her. Her teacher said she always was kind and helpful to her classmates and was always concerned with how everyone else was feeling. Sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is after the principal announced her name.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you spot the embarrassed face in the crowd?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb5JnQw4kI/AAAAAAAAA9s/wBhtEcYsi-s/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb5JnQw4kI/AAAAAAAAA9s/wBhtEcYsi-s/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482843539923591746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she walks with her arms straight down at her sides when she is embarrassed...not sure why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb44nXRXoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IE6VGq7GiYs/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb44nXRXoI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IE6VGq7GiYs/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482843247893110402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the group with all the other recipients. Kinda made me laugh that 99% of them were girls (makes sense though, you know....sugar and spice and everything nice...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4bpv6w8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/UZCsrWJ8C8E/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4bpv6w8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/UZCsrWJ8C8E/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842750317151170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4bXg0a6I/AAAAAAAAA9U/kMPnqZZbUSo/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4bXg0a6I/AAAAAAAAA9U/kMPnqZZbUSo/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842745421982626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam came too.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4azULScI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Oj-YUdTdOIA/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4azULScI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Oj-YUdTdOIA/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842735705278914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlie the Cougar (pretty sure "he" is one of the lunch ladies...hope they pay her extra)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4arZVteI/AAAAAAAAA9E/vBs62-pux7k/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4arZVteI/AAAAAAAAA9E/vBs62-pux7k/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842733579449826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How cute is she???!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4aE2OlEI/AAAAAAAAA88/fOgfIybdHOE/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb4aE2OlEI/AAAAAAAAA88/fOgfIybdHOE/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482842723231634498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that if there was any character trait of Addie's that deserves an award, it would definitely be her caring nature. Sweet little precious girl who wouldn't hurt a fly and cries when she sees someone else crying and hurting and would sponsor every poor and impoverished child around the world if the tooth fairy would just bring her some more money. I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1430517338943243451?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1430517338943243451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1430517338943243451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1430517338943243451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1430517338943243451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/06/caring.html' title='Caring'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/TBb5JnQw4kI/AAAAAAAAA9s/wBhtEcYsi-s/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8137714783844155794</id><published>2010-06-08T19:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:58:30.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyworld'/><title type='text'>Disney World</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a loooonnnngggg time, huh? Is anyone even still reading???&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the hiatus. Seems like there is no extra time to blog these days. But, I did want to post some pics from our Disney World trip. We had a great time with my brother and his family. The cousins loved getting to experience it together and I think they made some great memories. So did we. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided not to try and post the bajillion pictures I took here on blogger because it takes me so long to upload them and organize them and everything, so I thought I would just make a quick little movie on my mac and then upload it to youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought that would be much faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. It wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, once I started it, I had to finish it. It's a personal flaw. Or a fantastic quality. Depends on how you look at it. I choose to think of it as the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the video and I will be back soon with some more posts, I promise!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and you might want to watch it on youtube so you can see it better. I loaded it as too big of a screen so you can't see the whole thing. But it is time to take a bath and get in bed, so &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BUJOCcNAu4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;click on this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to watch it on youtube instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BUJOCcNAu4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BUJOCcNAu4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8137714783844155794?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8137714783844155794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8137714783844155794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8137714783844155794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8137714783844155794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/06/disney-world.html' title='Disney World'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1259559917278949858</id><published>2010-05-24T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:34:34.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I have been so neglectful of you lately. Times have been busy. But, there are tons of fun pictures I will post on you soon. Thanks for being patient. You just seem to be last priority. And I think if you weren't, something would be wrong in my life. I love you, but you have to wait a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1259559917278949858?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1259559917278949858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1259559917278949858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1259559917278949858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1259559917278949858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8830761074019235917</id><published>2010-05-05T22:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:14:16.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S-IzaFRJDXI/AAAAAAAAA80/boF1-Zm_Qn0/s1600/securedownload.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S-IzaFRJDXI/AAAAAAAAA80/boF1-Zm_Qn0/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467989420764892530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; pathetic, huh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam has been sick for the last several days. So my computer time is limited. I have enjoyed the extra cuddle time, but.....c'mon already. I miss my smiling happy funny little boy! This time it has come with extrememly high fevers (104 ish) an infected throat and swollen irritated eyes. Called the &lt;i&gt;adendovirus&lt;/i&gt;??? Never heard of it before, but apparently it's going around. And it's yucky. I will be glad to see it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I fully recognize that this blog has been full of Sam posts lately. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love my other kids as well, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8830761074019235917?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8830761074019235917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8830761074019235917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8830761074019235917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8830761074019235917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S-IzaFRJDXI/AAAAAAAAA80/boF1-Zm_Qn0/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-825810013082562076</id><published>2010-05-01T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:02:42.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out what &lt;a href="http://shaungroves.com/2010/04/what-christians-believe/"&gt;Shaun Groves has to say when asked "What Christians Believe" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish we were all on the same page.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that it was the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-825810013082562076?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/825810013082562076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=825810013082562076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/825810013082562076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/825810013082562076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-out-what-shaun-groves-has-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5884347600605797138</id><published>2010-04-30T15:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:26:40.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Modesty?</title><content type='html'>So, I have come across a few things lately that I wanted to share. &lt;div&gt;First, is a site that was shared with me by a friend. It is a cute little company that makes swimsuits for those of us that want to look cute but don't want to have random body parts hanging out (or also in my case, would feel sorry for the poor soul who would have to look at my random body parts hanging out). Cause, you know, even if I had a perfect body (not holding my breath), I am still called to modesty and to not be a stumbling block for any one else (especially someone else's man!) BUT...I still want &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hubby to think I'm cute and sexy. How is this accomplished?!!!!! Aaaaahhh!!!! Anyway...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is a great option.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://limericki.com/"&gt;limericki.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out! I ordered some bottoms from them this year and am excited about getting them in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after looking at LimeRicki's blog, I discovered &lt;a href="http://elizamagazine.com"&gt;Eliza&lt;/a&gt;. A magazine created for.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(26, 26, 26); font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" women who want to be stylish, sexy, and engaged in the world while retaining high standards in dress, entertainment, and lifestyle. In a media culture that frequently objectifies and commercializes women and their bodies, ELIZA strives to provide an alternative to the current mainstream media that emphasizes sex and skin in order to push products or sell magazines.......We are realistic about women's bodies: we don't retouch bodies, and we mix real women and professional models. We are realistic about women's interests, featuring fashion and beauty information, current issues, and real life problem solving, all while keeping perspective on what's really important in life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wow. Modesty and fashion mixed together? Who'da thought? Think I might have to subscribe to this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Addie and I were checking it out and also found this cute little intro video done by the people at Eliza. It's for a web series called "Girl's with Glasses". Addie loved it, and I thought it was pretty fun too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font: American Typewriter;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10585392&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10585392&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10585392"&gt;I Am A Girl - The Girls With Glasses Theme Song&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2893056"&gt;The Girls With Glasses&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font: American Typewriter;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; want her to grow up being confident in the Lord and also in her own body. I want her to know that she can be cute without having to be practically naked. AND I want her to have fun! It is encouraging to me to know that such things exist out there in the world......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;without having to wear things like this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font: American Typewriter;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://AE4D894C-D37D-4326-8CB5-CD2CE9DA4A0A/wholesome-wear.jpg" alt="wholesome-wear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#1A1A1A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-5884347600605797138?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5884347600605797138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=5884347600605797138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5884347600605797138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5884347600605797138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/modesty.html' title='Modesty?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6601160371233597066</id><published>2010-04-30T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:17:43.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride is a Cheater</title><content type='html'>I have been helping lead a Bible study the last six weeks or so about discerning God's voice by Priscilla Shirer. It has been an incredible study for me personally. I have understood the way God speaks and moves more than ever before. The fact that God even chooses to speak to us (especially a sinner like me) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, let alone with &lt;i&gt;authority&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;truthfulness&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;compassion&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;mercy&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;power&lt;/i&gt; still amazes me. &lt;div&gt;And even though I have been in God's word studying about the discernment of His voice, there have been numerous times over the last few weeks that I have missed out on it completely, and consequently missed some lessons God was teaching me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God spoke to me this last week at bible study and completely convicted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The study was talking about Naaman, a commander in the army in the Old Testament (this position was regarded as very important), who had leprosy. With money and the blessing from the King, he traveled to meet the prophet Elisha wanting to be healed by him. Elisha's response was for him to go to the Jordan river and bathe in it 7 times and then his leprosy would be gone. So, instead of going immediately to the river to seek that healing, Naaman, was "furious and went away and said, ' Behold, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "He will surely come out to me and stand and call on the name of the Lord his God and wave his hand over the place and cure the leper." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went on to even doubt that the Jordan river was good enough. Wow! The &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; this man suffered from (I know nothing about this thing called 'pride')! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She pointed out in the study that Naaman's first problem was that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt;. He had preconceived ideas of what was best for him and his healing. He thought he knew better. Second, he thought he was going to get fireworks and amazing wonders right there. The fact he had to be a little more obedient was almost too much to ask of such an important individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally convicted of this. Without going into any detail (because you may not want to admit to knowing me after you hear), I have even in the last few weeks uttered such things as "we deserve better than this". Seriously? Geez. Pride being swallowed is not so tasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This poem was read in the video at our bible study and has been in my head since. It was unbelievably convicting for me (notice verse two.....shaking my head in embarrassment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pride is a Cheater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(80, 80, 80); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, 'Lucida Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;My name is Pride. I am a cheater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(80, 80, 80); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, 'Lucida Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of your God-given destiny...because&lt;br /&gt;you demand your own way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of contentment...because&lt;br /&gt;you "deserve better than this."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of knowledge ...because&lt;br /&gt;you already know it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of healing...because&lt;br /&gt;you're too full of me to forgive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of holiness...because&lt;br /&gt;you refuse to admit when your wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of vision...because&lt;br /&gt;you'd rather look in the mirror than out a window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of genuine friendship...because&lt;br /&gt;nobody's going to know the real you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of love...because&lt;br /&gt;real romance demands sacrifice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of greatness in Heaven...because&lt;br /&gt;you refuse to wash another's feet on earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cheat you of God's glory...because&lt;br /&gt;I convince you to seek your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My name is Pride. I am a cheater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You like me because you think I'm always looking out for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm looking to make a fool of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God has so much for you, I admit, but don't worry...&lt;br /&gt;If you stick with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You'll never know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Beth Moore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:American Typewriter, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, 'Lucida Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am grateful for God's mercy and grace and His ability to rid me of this stupid, cheating thing called "pride".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6601160371233597066?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6601160371233597066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6601160371233597066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6601160371233597066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6601160371233597066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/pride-is-cheater.html' title='Pride is a Cheater'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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shoes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Beep-Bops" (other wise known as flip-flops)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a video from a couple of weeks ago when he first got them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was &lt;i&gt;obsessed&lt;/i&gt; with putting them on and taking them off, and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; now have officially become the only shoes he is happy with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I may have ruined him on normal shoes forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This video doesn't really do him and his adorableness justice, but the kid will never sit long enough for me to video him, so this is the best I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pay close attention, he says it quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh....and ignore that annoying man-voice asking Sam questions.).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c5dd97b2ff7b573" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1645094715411615594</id><published>2010-04-20T20:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:11:42.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Just a few pictures I have captured with my phone (hence the super poor quality) over the last few weeks of my favorite little boy being...well....a "little boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aIV1uA5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/pbG-mZozwhY/s1600/IMG_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aIV1uA5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/pbG-mZozwhY/s320/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462402497394901906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's a car, which means I should be able to sit in it.....right?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aI_UmfwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/KzQNKReFmF4/s1600/IMG_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aI_UmfwI/AAAAAAAAA7M/KzQNKReFmF4/s320/IMG_0458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462402508530286338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"my brother and sister think this is soooo funny. I'm just appeasing them."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85axurI5cI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hAHExyLvbGg/s1600/IMG_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85axurI5cI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hAHExyLvbGg/s320/IMG_0544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403208436049346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big cave-like hole + warm, soft clothes + door that closes = too much temptation for a little boy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85bB8qHzzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OCOQnlvarLA/s1600/IMG_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85bB8qHzzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OCOQnlvarLA/s320/IMG_0543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403487067787058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"okay, mama......I'll get out."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aJFtWTZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/WCuEJXa98B0/s1600/IMG_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aJFtWTZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/WCuEJXa98B0/s320/IMG_0459.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462402510244695442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"mmmmm....chips, my favorite snack"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aw6qdXZI/AAAAAAAAA78/xI4ZaexjSns/s1600/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aw6qdXZI/AAAAAAAAA78/xI4ZaexjSns/s1600/IMG_0509.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aw6qdXZI/AAAAAAAAA78/xI4ZaexjSns/s320/IMG_0509.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403194474552722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay, so this isn't so "little &lt;b&gt;boy&lt;/b&gt;-ish", but he is still pretty cute, eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aweNUNNI/AAAAAAAAA70/cIYfBJDyJ5Q/s1600/IMG_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aweNUNNI/AAAAAAAAA70/cIYfBJDyJ5Q/s320/IMG_0507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403186836124882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVES to be at the ballpark and cheer for bubba &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(will have to post a video of him cheering for Brody soon!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85awJMCFaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3RHOipGidHA/s1600/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85awJMCFaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3RHOipGidHA/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403181193598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The new "ooh-ooh"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aKeSv61I/AAAAAAAAA7k/sEQ3Y_iOX68/s1600/IMG_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aKeSv61I/AAAAAAAAA7k/sEQ3Y_iOX68/s320/IMG_0496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462402534023883602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;picking strawberries. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aJzjddDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DPndcPEFzk8/s1600/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aJzjddDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DPndcPEFzk8/s320/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462402522551252018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Look up there mama! There's flowers on that tree!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85bCLBU5ZI/AAAAAAAAA8c/K0PeOgU-sQs/s320/IMG_0549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462403490923210130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was tonight. Right before we found him I said to Mitch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Sam is way too quiet...where is he?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........Ta-da!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Look mama and daddy, if you pull all of bubba's clothes out of his drawers you can sit in them like a boat!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This kid keeps me busy but I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1645094715411615594?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1645094715411615594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1645094715411615594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1645094715411615594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1645094715411615594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/sam.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S85aIV1uA5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/pbG-mZozwhY/s72-c/IMG_0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3338774844710607209</id><published>2010-04-18T13:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:43:30.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Addie turns 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie turned 6 this last week (April 15)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, I know I'm biased and everything, but how &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt; is she?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tYAPs9uSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/t1e6awTqiUw/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tYAPs9uSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/t1e6awTqiUw/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555734355228962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a little party for her at the gymnastics place here in Boerne a few weeks ago (had to have it early because it was the only time we could get the place).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; A few of her friends came and they got the whole gym to themselves. They had a blast.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;rolling,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXxGm9ApI/AAAAAAAAA50/aexugHXeyoc/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXxGm9ApI/AAAAAAAAA50/aexugHXeyoc/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555474216059538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXx_fmCsI/AAAAAAAAA58/FUUlQ4hnV4w/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXx_fmCsI/AAAAAAAAA58/FUUlQ4hnV4w/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555489486015170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;swinging,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tX_-GW9kI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6QH2kJfThb8/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tX_-GW9kI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6QH2kJfThb8/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555729629902402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXyv-LY5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/1Pgrg06o9A4/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXyv-LY5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/1Pgrg06o9A4/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555502499193746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXyBsuDbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/kq4rOGjYD8I/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXyBsuDbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/kq4rOGjYD8I/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555490077937074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and hanging on for dear life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXMuLuuYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/44KknHwdU5E/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXMuLuuYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/44KknHwdU5E/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554849184135554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXL9IauGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/y7zSvXzZlE8/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXL9IauGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/y7zSvXzZlE8/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554836016904290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXLZMDgvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1n3gtdVW8sY/s1600/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXLZMDgvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/1n3gtdVW8sY/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554826368484082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXMwD5hEI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Y-0RgOVbigY/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXMwD5hEI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Y-0RgOVbigY/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554849688159298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gymnastics lady helped Sam. He wasn't so sure about her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXw0AwBvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/JvGE1mcGcgs/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXw0AwBvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/JvGE1mcGcgs/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461555469223986930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had cake and cookies afterwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXLGt2eUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ES3CxhHeQZY/s1600/DSC_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tXLGt2eUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/ES3CxhHeQZY/s320/DSC_0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554821409962306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWiN7dgtI/AAAAAAAAA48/d_KW5ti9HSo/s1600/DSC_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWiN7dgtI/AAAAAAAAA48/d_KW5ti9HSo/s320/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554118971458258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWhgDmVYI/AAAAAAAAA40/ZYvWVnO0dTg/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWhgDmVYI/AAAAAAAAA40/ZYvWVnO0dTg/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554106657559938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course the candle. You have to know that Addie takes the "wishes" that she makes extremely seriously. Like a little too seriously. She closes her eyes and concentrates and kind of talks to herself a bit. Yesterday, she picked two different dandelions and stood &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the rain &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;while we were in the car waiting for he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; she could make "wishes" and blow them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I have no idea what wish came after this picture, but I'm sure she made it count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWhFNavzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8biOB7OR-j4/s1600/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWhFNavzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8biOB7OR-j4/s320/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554099450986290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of Addie's precious friends from school. She was so excited to get to spend her birthday with them. They are super sweet little girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWgS-oVtI/AAAAAAAAA4c/F94OzmFlD90/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554085967189714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; precious friends from school (soooo long ago). I was excited to get to spend some time with her too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tWg5Ac_MI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PPZOmukljrQ/s320/DSC_0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461554096175381698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie is six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it. On her birthday we watched some old videos from when she was born until she was about two. And Oh. My. Goodness. was she so adorable and tiny. Big brown eyes and such a sweet gentle spirit. And of course a little fire too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hasn't changed that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just grown about three feet (seriously, this girl is the &lt;i&gt;tallest&lt;/i&gt; kid in her class!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and developed a little bit more of an attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, all in all, she is that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;same precious little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that changed my life 6 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Addie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3338774844710607209?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3338774844710607209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3338774844710607209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3338774844710607209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3338774844710607209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/addie-turns-6.html' title='Addie turns 6'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S8tYAPs9uSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/t1e6awTqiUw/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4690669105101507687</id><published>2010-04-11T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:26:50.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Update on Ooh-Ooh</title><content type='html'>Update....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The original Ooh-Ooh is still MIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...being the super mama that I am, I found a new Ooh-Ooh (exactly the same, only in MUCH better condition) at Babies R Us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam raised his eyebrow a bit when he saw this new, clean monkey with a normal monkey nose. But, that only lasted about 5 seconds, and he was hugging and eating the monkey's face all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was dragged though the dirt and grass yesterday. Already.  Got to break a monkey in, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4690669105101507687?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4690669105101507687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4690669105101507687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4690669105101507687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4690669105101507687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-on-ooh-ooh.html' title='Update on Ooh-Ooh'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8152621473470582916</id><published>2010-04-08T21:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:52:50.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Major, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MAJOR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,  dilemma in the family today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh Ooh (remember him from &lt;a href="http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-ah-ah.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;?) is M.I.S.S.I.N.G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and I went on a run this morning and somewhere along those two miles, Ooh Ooh escaped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We retraced our steps, and still no Ooh Ooh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am positive that no one would pick up a stray stuffed monkey on the side of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially one that looks like &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; on a good day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S76QSJrIAvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2IcIJCVlADA/s1600/DSC_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S76QSJrIAvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2IcIJCVlADA/s320/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457958439928464114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would they? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the day Sam kept saying in an extremely pathetic voice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uh-oh, Ooh Ooh, Bye Bye. Uh-oh, Ooh Ooh, Bye Bye." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How sad is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it evoke more emotion if you read that again while looking at this picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S76QSnfAsLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/XRtbkoHGjAY/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S76QSnfAsLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/XRtbkoHGjAY/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457958447930716338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(sniff-sniff)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will now be adding "finding a monkey exactly like Ooh Ooh" to my list of things to do tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8152621473470582916?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8152621473470582916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8152621473470582916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8152621473470582916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8152621473470582916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S76QSJrIAvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2IcIJCVlADA/s72-c/DSC_0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1066758176104072445</id><published>2010-04-05T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:52:39.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is a snapshot of our Easter. Enjoy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5455354e7a55304d44453d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Easter 2010" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5455354e7a55304d44453d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Create your own free slideshow design&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1066758176104072445?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1066758176104072445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1066758176104072445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1066758176104072445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1066758176104072445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2517319112472692986</id><published>2010-04-01T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:24:18.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A combination of several of my favorite things-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Milano cookies, marshmallows, chocolate, and almond bark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creates the cutest edible lamb ever!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(wait....I guess all lambs are edible, aren't they? Anyway...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S7TqsFepbTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/K4dK3KDB7NU/s1600/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S7TqsFepbTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/K4dK3KDB7NU/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455243091758378290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this somewhere (?) and knew I had to try it out. Me and the kids made a few and gave them away. Addie took one to school to eat as dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only imagine what her teacher thought when she pulled it out of her lunch bag....."could that mom have packed any more sugar into that ziploc baggie?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S7TqsnOknfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZKVxnv1-rOI/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S7TqsnOknfI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZKVxnv1-rOI/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455243100817759730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were super easy and fun to make. The body and face are Milano cookies. I melted white Almond Bark (just a little) and used it to attach the marshmallows to one of the cookies. I used brown peanut M&amp;amp;Ms as the legs, mini chocolate chips as the eyeballs and pinched the marshmallows for the ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he needs a name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moopy? Samson? Wooly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On second thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; learned from my pig-raising-4-H days that you really shouldn't name something you will later consume, so he shall remain nameless and only be called yummy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S7Tqs6T-bMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W1jbi-PbMrw/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455243105940696258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2517319112472692986?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2517319112472692986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2517319112472692986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2517319112472692986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2517319112472692986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/moopy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S7TqsFepbTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/K4dK3KDB7NU/s72-c/DSC_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-504601469449334234</id><published>2010-03-31T15:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:16:38.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 things'/><title type='text'>1000 things</title><content type='html'>So, my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://simmonspartyofsix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; has just started a blog and taken up the commission to list &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1000 things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; she is grateful for. So, &lt;strike&gt;as not to be completely beaten by a newbie&lt;/strike&gt; as to continue what I started, I am adding on today......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. Bluebonnets. I am quite sure they are the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; state flower of ALL 50 states (my totally unbiased opinion).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. Drives to Fredericksburg. My favorite place to be in the Spring/Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. Found glasses for a 6 yr old (yes, they were lost for a few days. Won't be the last time, I'm sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. Hearing Sam call "MAMA......MAMA!" when he wakes up from his nap. Totally trusting that I am still in the house and awaiting the exact moment he wakes up so I can burst in his room and rescue him from his bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55.  God's choosing to speak to us. Trying to learn to discern His voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56.  Celebrations. Any kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57.  Sweets. Oh how I love thee. Why do you tempt me so and then betray me in the end? I am grateful for your pure delight. Just wish I didn't have to work so hard to get rid of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. Vacations I take in my head. Big giant dream vacations that are nearly impossible to ever take and even if we could, probably wouldn't turn out as great as I imagined them to be. But, oh how I enjoy them in my imagination. (side note to &lt;a href="http://thekingshippfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lara K&lt;/a&gt;. "so..... I picture us wearing these really cool sunglasses"- still makes me laugh out loud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. sweet friends. I have so many I am grateful for. So many different ladies (and men!) that teach me so much. They add spice to my life. Without them it would be like rice krispies without the marshmallows.  Edamame without the salt. Fritos without the chili and cheese. Easter without Cadbury eggs (mmmmmmm). I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. My mother. Who is funny and brave and determined and loving and patient and wise and loyal and forgiving and who almost never reads my blog and who is currently trying to text me a picture and is failing horribly. So very grateful for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. Our resurrected savior. Not the Easter Bunny, or even Cadbury Eggs (mmmmmmm). But the chance to live forever in Heaven with a God who came to earth to die on a cross and be raised three days later. For an empty tomb and a fulfilled prophecy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God. In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Romans 6:8-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-504601469449334234?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/504601469449334234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=504601469449334234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/504601469449334234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/504601469449334234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/1000-things_31.html' title='1000 things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6480704164106563173</id><published>2010-03-23T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:00:18.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Meet Ooh-Ooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet "Ooh-Ooh" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as in "ooh ooh, aah, aah"...you know, the sound a monkey makes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1lEwIkRI/AAAAAAAAA2M/s4-Y9TuvYf0/s1600-h/monkey+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1lEwIkRI/AAAAAAAAA2M/s4-Y9TuvYf0/s320/monkey+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452018103699935506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's most prized possession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sleeps, eats, and plays with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1kjuAP6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/j3LkS7y-IuY/s1600-h/monkey+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1kjuAP6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/j3LkS7y-IuY/s320/monkey+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452018094832631714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;filthy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of the time. Mostly because I can't pry him away from Sam to wash him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1kG3gx5I/AAAAAAAAA18/t8xnxQt3N9Y/s1600-h/monkey+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1kG3gx5I/AAAAAAAAA18/t8xnxQt3N9Y/s320/monkey+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452018087087884178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's normally tucked away under that chubby little arm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1SABPJ-I/AAAAAAAAA10/8c6Jhp8gCig/s1600-h/monkey+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1SABPJ-I/AAAAAAAAA10/8c6Jhp8gCig/s320/monkey+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452017776011978722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hauled off to all kinds of fun places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1R4snRoI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QNcRpOg5N6g/s1600-h/monkey+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1R4snRoI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QNcRpOg5N6g/s320/monkey+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452017774046430850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's the buddy that will go down slides with you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1RVKwPmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/noMttONqz4U/s1600-h/monkey+6.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1RVKwPmI/AAAAAAAAA1k/noMttONqz4U/s320/monkey+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452017764509171298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And is always there for a quick snuggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (notice the pointed nose...it has been "&lt;i&gt;snuggled"&lt;/i&gt; loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; from the cute little pug nose he used to have).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1Qq0MApI/AAAAAAAAA1U/jaxRnDsS3e0/s1600-h/monkey+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1Qq0MApI/AAAAAAAAA1U/jaxRnDsS3e0/s1600-h/monkey+8.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1Qq0MApI/AAAAAAAAA1U/jaxRnDsS3e0/s320/monkey+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452017753140232850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder how long this little monkey will last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6480704164106563173?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6480704164106563173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6480704164106563173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6480704164106563173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6480704164106563173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-ah-ah.html' title='Meet Ooh-Ooh'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6l1lEwIkRI/AAAAAAAAA2M/s4-Y9TuvYf0/s72-c/monkey+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6845491263339162068</id><published>2010-03-22T16:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:55:09.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The kids and I went on a walk today and discovered a great picnic spot. Out of the way. By the water. No admission. Green and grassy. Lots of rocks to throw in the creek nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We spread out our new picnic blanket (made out of $1 bandanas that the kids helped me sew together) and enjoyed our last lunch together of spring break (but definitely not the last of the season, I'm sure).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmPjhAg-I/AAAAAAAAA08/wjrMGcSTpuE/s1600-h/picnic+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmPjhAg-I/AAAAAAAAA08/wjrMGcSTpuE/s320/picnic+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451579028861387746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmQjTJbsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NXwqacEm3no/s1600-h/picnic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmQjTJbsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NXwqacEm3no/s320/picnic+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451579045983121090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmQGp6vqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hLv9Fig9X1U/s1600-h/picnic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmQGp6vqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hLv9Fig9X1U/s320/picnic+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451579038293999266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmPNMboMI/AAAAAAAAA00/U3_B8pXYia4/s1600-h/picnic+1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmPNMboMI/AAAAAAAAA00/U3_B8pXYia4/s320/picnic+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451579022869504194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking back to where our car was, the older two ran ahead, and me and the little one toddled behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I'm not the only one, but every once in a while, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God reminds me that this is all fleeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my kids are growing up before my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He reminds me that these are the memories he will bless me with when I am old and gray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so take note of them!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Remember how Addie's ponytails where unkempt and her pink tennis shoes were untied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How Brody always wore his hat backwards and his hair stuck out in front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How they ran off together racing and screaming at each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How Sam wanted to walk the whole way by himself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a rock in one hand and a stick in the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How happy I was at that moment to be their mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, please know, I'm not always so filled with joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We seem to have more rough moments than not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids are fighting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam is crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; things are being spilled or broken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;attitudes are growing at a record pace, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and discipline has to be dished out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I am so very grateful for moments like the one I experienced today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being a mama is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;God is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6845491263339162068?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6845491263339162068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6845491263339162068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6845491263339162068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6845491263339162068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6fmPjhAg-I/AAAAAAAAA08/wjrMGcSTpuE/s72-c/picnic+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7291013472563727192</id><published>2010-03-19T14:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:51:40.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6PUNUjFGBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IkmEOkC9iQY/s1600-h/IMG_0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie has suffered from headaches since she was tiny. I think the first time I remember her clearly telling me that her "head hurt real bad" was when she was 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she threw up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so our lives have gone since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The poor girl inherited her daddy's migraines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had a CT scan when she was 3 to make sure there was nothing more going on (which there wasn't). And I, being pretty medically paranoid, ask the Dr every chance I can to do neurological exams on her, just to make sure. She is fine. Except for those annoying headaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within the last four or five months her migraines, along with her more mild headaches, had increased dramatically. So, I, reluctantly, let the Dr put her on daily medication for migraines. (not only am I medically paranoid, but I'm a little &lt;i&gt;medicinally&lt;/i&gt; paranoid too...if that's a word.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, she started that a couple of months ago and success! the migraines stopped. But, she was coming home almost every day complaining of little headaches still. So, the doctor decided she should have her vision tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why hadn't I thought of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last 6 months she has been reading and straining her eyes more than any other time in her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.....guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie needed glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6PUNUjFGBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IkmEOkC9iQY/s320/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450433299367663634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is not the cutest picture of her. It was just a quick one I took on my phone, but she does look super cute in her trendy glasses. AND....the best part is, since the glasses (about two weeks ago) she has only complained of a headache once! And, she doesn't have to wear them all the time either. Only when she's at school or reading at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was super excited about getting them too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I give her about 10 years and I'm pretty sure she will be begging for contacts or Lasik surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7291013472563727192?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7291013472563727192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7291013472563727192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7291013472563727192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7291013472563727192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S6PUNUjFGBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IkmEOkC9iQY/s72-c/IMG_0437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1023669404700222568</id><published>2010-03-16T20:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:00:49.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in honor of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;used-to-be-red-headed-Blarney-stone-kissing-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Irish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 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have a fence up soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46.  this tender heart that has grown softer and softer as I have grown older and older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.  watching movies with my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.  my home. my small and imperfect, work-in-progress home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49.  running water and toilets (yes, kind of crude, but I mean really. Aren't we all glad we have toilets? Can you imagine what our lives would be like without them?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50.  the thought of spring. I know it's coming. It teases me with brief glimpses of it every now and then. But, it has yet to make it's full appearance. Aahh, but when it does? It is like seeing the world  being born all over again. And it reminds me of God's promise to make &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; things new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8280352334323745222?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8280352334323745222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8280352334323745222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8280352334323745222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8280352334323745222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/1000-things.html' title='1000 things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8037260622694948706</id><published>2010-03-03T16:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:09:37.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><title type='text'>Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gateway Homes is Mitch's dream &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; our bread and butter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has given us grief and joy, turmoil and blessings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch has poured out blood, sweat and tears over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has loved &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; every second of owning and running it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I think there have been times that he wishes he could just come home and turn everything off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, God has made it clear that he currently wants to bless this small company and we are so very grateful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch has built something amazing from the ground up and I am so proud of him &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; of Gateway Homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please check out our new site featuring Mitch's amazing handywork (and some of my "amazing" computer skills :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gatewayhomestx.com/"&gt;Gateway Homes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(click on link above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget to click on the tabs at the top of GWHomes site to see more pictures and info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and if you ever want to build a house..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8037260622694948706?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8037260622694948706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8037260622694948706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8037260622694948706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8037260622694948706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/gateway.html' title='Gateway'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8394552769465430181</id><published>2010-03-03T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:45:36.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Welcome Spring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In honor of this gorgeous Spring like weather we are currently experiencing today, I decided the blog needed a little spring cleaning. A little sprucing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope all of you are enjoying this beautiful weather and are as eager as I am to see God turn the brown and dead into life again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8394552769465430181?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8394552769465430181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8394552769465430181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8394552769465430181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8394552769465430181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-spring.html' title='Welcome Spring!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3950239040595161657</id><published>2010-03-02T10:40:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:42:35.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Today is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love Dr. Seuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my opinion, he comes second only to Walt Disney when it comes to celebrating childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;From there to here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; and here to there. Funny things are everywhere!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have loved him from the time I was little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was amazed that once I started reading his books to my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;years ago I still remembered most of the words from my own childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(thanks for reading to me mom and dad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love that he is still so celebrated today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Especially at my children's school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;1st grade had a parade today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A Dr. Seuss parade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Any character you choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Brody wanted to be something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"Everyone is going to be either Cat in the Hat, or Sam I am. I want to be something different."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(I love that about him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So.....he was a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Nook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. What is a Nook you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CXnle8XI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KUudMtc3hog/s1600-h/nook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CXnle8XI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KUudMtc3hog/s320/nook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080498091422066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We took a look&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We saw a Nook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;On his head he had a hook,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;On his hook he had a book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;On his book was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How to Cook"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We saw him sit and try and cook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He took a look at the book on a hook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, a Nook can't read,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;so a Nook can't cook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;What good to a Nook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;is a hook cook book?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                           &lt;/i&gt;(One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Brody as a "Nook"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CPb1ip_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/hlT2vlack70/s1600-h/nook+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CPb1ip_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/hlT2vlack70/s320/nook+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080357498595314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My first time ever to sew a "hat". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let alone a hat with a hook and a book.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(notice the burned hotdogs on a stick, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause you know....a Nook can't read, so a Nook can't cook)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CO30Zm1I/AAAAAAAAAww/BbAbI7jiYcI/s1600-h/nook+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CO30Zm1I/AAAAAAAAAww/BbAbI7jiYcI/s320/nook+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080347830131538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The book kept hitting him in the face, so it ended up behind him most of the parade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41COaAXBxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eNJeBwSQ9ho/s1600-h/nook+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41COaAXBxI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eNJeBwSQ9ho/s320/nook+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080339827230482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think he was pretty happy with it, though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41COMsjwjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/RvuOrh7ROKE/s1600-h/nook+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41COMsjwjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/RvuOrh7ROKE/s320/nook+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080336254517810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And his friends' costumes were pretty cute too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CNlPivAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/HgbnmEubq3Q/s1600-h/nook+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CNlPivAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/HgbnmEubq3Q/s320/nook+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444080325663833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3950239040595161657?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3950239040595161657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3950239040595161657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3950239040595161657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3950239040595161657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-dr-seuss.html' title='Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S41CXnle8XI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KUudMtc3hog/s72-c/nook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3488617024745759531</id><published>2010-02-23T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:58:56.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 things'/><title type='text'>1000 things</title><content type='html'>35. God's word spoken fresh to me last week&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. an open minded husband who has grown immeasurably over the last 10 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. crazy Texas weather.....80 degrees one day, snow the next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. hot soup on a cold night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Brody and Addie reading a book together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. chubby baby toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. getting quilt squares in the mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. starting a new book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. a good nights sleep (I am grateful for this, because it is few and far between....hoping for one tonight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have lots to share, but never enough time to do it!!! Maybe tomorrow!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love you all!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3488617024745759531?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3488617024745759531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3488617024745759531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3488617024745759531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3488617024745759531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/1000-things.html' title='1000 things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7924521191760954145</id><published>2010-02-14T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:36:45.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This baby completely has my heart. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAzykM-_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ThkRlsDdkjs/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAzykM-_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ThkRlsDdkjs/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308546029353970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAznH6iOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/X_M8HzqsDTA/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAznH6iOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/X_M8HzqsDTA/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308542957914338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAzF1duzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/iV5qHaapf3k/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAzF1duzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/iV5qHaapf3k/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308534022159154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAymcehXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/kOb-q_KLLnQ/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAymcehXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/kOb-q_KLLnQ/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308525595854194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAyfvJAAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/frV-Ej1mbrE/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAyfvJAAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/frV-Ej1mbrE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308523795087362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7924521191760954145?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7924521191760954145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7924521191760954145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7924521191760954145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7924521191760954145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/smiles.html' title='smiles'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S3jAzykM-_I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ThkRlsDdkjs/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8285266411159968641</id><published>2010-02-05T13:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:29:07.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><title type='text'>Celebrity Look-a-like</title><content type='html'>In honor of Doppelganger week on Facebook, I used the "celebrity face recognition" software stuff online to see what celebrity it said I looked like. I got such a kick out of it, I kept uploading pictures to see what it would say. This is what they came up with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Mitch &lt;b&gt;with &lt;/b&gt;goatee....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/V/storage/site1/files/07/13/21/071321_5021921787c6b4cd1f1a57.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;                 Yikes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think he and his celebrity look-a-like are much more handsome without the goatee.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/V/storage/site1/files/06/91/21/069121_526332da77c6b4b6kw4112.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much better, don't you think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was one of mine. Yeah, she's pretty. But she's like 55 yrs old. Not exactly a compliment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/W/storage/site1/files/07/23/41/072341_501002dc87c6b4up29ud04.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And, &lt;b&gt;of course&lt;/b&gt; Sam looks like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Millard Filmore&lt;/span&gt; (whoever that is). I can see it, can't you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/V/storage/site1/files/08/86/01/088601_26673097e7c6b4xaxcoc08.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8285266411159968641?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8285266411159968641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8285266411159968641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8285266411159968641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8285266411159968641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-honor-of-doppelganger-week-on.html' title='Celebrity Look-a-like'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2881560003753848109</id><published>2010-02-04T15:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:03:45.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>100th Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wednesday was Brody and Addie's 100th day of school, and in the tradition of &lt;i&gt;every elementary school in the country&lt;/i&gt;, they had a "10o day celebration" complete with a parade through the halls!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody's first grade class dressed up like 100 yr old senior citizens. Brody used Nana's glasses, Papa's tie, his own hat, and a stick shaped to look like a cane. We also put baby powder in his hair to make it look gray. He LOVED it and was so excited to go to school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2tADQzh50I/AAAAAAAAAvg/LlgtAuJgYoU/s1600-h/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2tADQzh50I/AAAAAAAAAvg/LlgtAuJgYoU/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507800147519298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is his old man face....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_oi6mNjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YXTE-o-nVHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_oi6mNjI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YXTE-o-nVHQ/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507341152532018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie's class had to bring something with 100 things on it. That was really the only guideline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, we made a giant cupcake out of a popcorn bucket, aluminum foil, floral foam covered with spackling and food coloring (which hardened over night and looked exactly like icing), candles.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_oDFhcLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Gujnx7qMmXk/s1600-h/IMG_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_oDFhcLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Gujnx7qMmXk/s320/IMG_0352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507332608422066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and 100 pieces of candy to look like giant sprinkles......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2tAD6iXhLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HIPSYLOwVHY/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2tAD6iXhLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/HIPSYLOwVHY/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507811349824690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was very excited also!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_njiB-bI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IK-InFRQxYg/s1600-h/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_njiB-bI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IK-InFRQxYg/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507324138060210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S&lt;i&gt;he wanted to wear an apron while she carried her cupcake in the parade. I made this out of three different bandanas, for a total of $3, in about 30 minutes and it totally made the outfit (if I do say so myself).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_m3qL4yI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7Vd48W4MeHo/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_m3qL4yI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7Vd48W4MeHo/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507312361104162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, sadly, I didn't actually get to go to the parade because&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;this little guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (I chose this picture of him because I think he looks funny in Addie's old apron)......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_nCPTPfI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TEDdWxbSmy8/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2s_nCPTPfI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TEDdWxbSmy8/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507315201129970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was up the night before with some sort of bug and Mitch was out of town. So, thankfully, Nana was able to go and video for me. However, Nana had a hard time figuring out how to actually video (you know, how to turn it on and off, &lt;i&gt;very difficult and complicated&lt;/i&gt;.....you know I love ya, Nana!!), so she only got a few seconds of Brody in the parade&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; leading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the whole parade! And actually trying to walk slow like an old man! From what I can tell, he was super adorable!! And super proud to get to be the "grand marshall"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ad0b4d9b0f533da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ad0b4d9b0f533da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DA977FA58388C791AD0B35BEC35672F2D538B2B.7B7A8189C4B1E7FC7415129660E4E5B932C07B41%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ad0b4d9b0f533da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_soGPqGcX3mqMoUs3tFxJBUL6VQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ad0b4d9b0f533da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DA977FA58388C791AD0B35BEC35672F2D538B2B.7B7A8189C4B1E7FC7415129660E4E5B932C07B41%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ad0b4d9b0f533da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_soGPqGcX3mqMoUs3tFxJBUL6VQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2881560003753848109?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2881560003753848109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2881560003753848109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2881560003753848109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2881560003753848109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/02/100th-day.html' title='100th Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2tADQzh50I/AAAAAAAAAvg/LlgtAuJgYoU/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3498032095041599578</id><published>2010-01-28T14:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:42:34.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quilting Bee'/><title type='text'>Quilting Bee Tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello Ladies! Hopefully you have received your package in the mail and are checking here for further detailed instructions. I can't wait to see what all of you create! Remember to post some pics on our facebook page so we can all see!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n your package you should have 7 different pieces of fabric, labeled 1-6 and then one labeled “c”. I did this because I wanted each square to be made of different fabrics, but the same pattern. So each of you will have different fabric for each of your pieces. But your pile should look something like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1kL4Z-YI/AAAAAAAAAug/b3kqOvY6W8c/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1kL4Z-YI/AAAAAAAAAug/b3kqOvY6W8c/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431892627598997890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KEEP THE LABELS ON YOUR FABRIC! THIS WILL HELP YOU NOT GET CONFUSED AS YOU SEW!!&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing you will need to do is "shrink" the fabric. This simply means, iron them using a little bit of steam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1j4N99OI/AAAAAAAAAuY/UuqrD8WhhsE/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1j4N99OI/AAAAAAAAAuY/UuqrD8WhhsE/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431892622320727266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All your pieces after they have been pressed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1ju1LRKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WaHRlDj2xdc/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1ju1LRKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/WaHRlDj2xdc/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431892619800822946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's time to cut your pieces down. You should have a chart in your packet of the measurements for each piece. If for some reason, you have lost your measurement chart (tsk! tsk!), let me know and I will email it to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for those of you that have never used a mat, ruler, and rotary cutter before, this is a quick little lesson.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Place your fabric on the corner of the mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Line your ruler up along the bottom and left side of your mat. This way you will be sure the ruler is straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You will cut one side at a time. For instance, the picture below is of the center square which is supposed to measure 3.5"x3.5". I have placed my ruler over the fabric 3.5". Your ruler will stick out to the left of your cutting mat grid (as pictured below) I will now cut the excess fabric off.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1jHmt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3DtsNzf3TrQ/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1jHmt5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3DtsNzf3TrQ/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431892609271195026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Press down on the ruler with your left hand to hold the fabric in place and use your rotary cutter with your right hand, pressing it against the ruler to make sure your cuts are straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1ixs9AgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ih07oyTo8wc/s1600-h/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1ixs9AgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ih07oyTo8wc/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431892603391771138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. This is my piece "1". I will use my ruler and measure 2" over and cut off the excess fabric....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H03pBVIgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GRlY7wKXai4/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891862326944258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Then I will turn the fabric, use my ruler to measure over 5" to cut piece 1b, 2"x5" (you can cut which ever piece you want first, a or b...this is just what I did).   Then slide the remaining fabric over and cut your other piece out of #1 fabric (2"x 3.5"). Continue cutting each piece according to the measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H03xH2ySI/AAAAAAAAAt4/-rsSMD80aKE/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H03xH2ySI/AAAAAAAAAt4/-rsSMD80aKE/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891864501799202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was cutting all these strips of fabric getting them prepared to send to you all, I did not take the time to make sure they all had straight edges. As you are lining up your fabric with the cutting mat and ruler, you may notice that the edges are crooked. If you find this, use the ruler to trim up the edges just a little. Do this in the same way as above. Line the bottom of the fabric up with the bottom of your grid. Place the ruler on it straight and trim the excess......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H03pBVIgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GRlY7wKXai4/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H03IdDhBI/AAAAAAAAAto/jA4zPF6k7Wg/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H03IdDhBI/AAAAAAAAAto/jA4zPF6k7Wg/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891853584860178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you cut all of your fabric you should have two pieces of each color (your pieces "a" and "b"s) ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H02yq8XUI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3H7hucXCSIg/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H02yq8XUI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3H7hucXCSIg/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891847737531714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you can begin sewing!!!!&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what your finished square will look like (the log cabin pattern, not necessarily the fabrics. Everyone will have different fabrics in different places to make it more fun!!). Each of your strips have been cut into two different pieces now, piece "a" and "b" of that number. As you sew, you will always sew piece "a" on first, then "b". You will pretty much be sewing counter clock-wise, making your square bigger and bigger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H9xJGwUKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/h1OqIg6EO3U/s1600-h/quilt+tutorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H9xJGwUKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/h1OqIg6EO3U/s320/quilt+tutorial.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431901646285197474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found this great little animation to show you how a traditional log cabin quilt block goes together. It actually goes clockwise instead of counter-clockwise like we will do, but you will get the idea and it may help you understand a little better....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qorsite.com/styles/logcabin/logani.htm"&gt;Log Cabin Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pin piece 1a to the top of the center ("C") square right sides together (make sure you have the label "C" right side up so that you will always know where the top of your square is) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H02UqxcwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uaHK4Ckp_yo/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H02UqxcwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uaHK4Ckp_yo/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891839683752706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sew together with a 1/4" inseam. My sewing machine has a setting for 1/4 inseams where all I have to do is make sure my fabric rides along the right edge of my foot. Check your manual and see if yours does as well. If not, it might be a good idea to find the 1/4 marking on the metal part underneath and place a strip of tape along it. This will help you guide your fabric straight through your machine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0I2GJ_VI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/2clf_1fl6Ng/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0I2GJ_VI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/2clf_1fl6Ng/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891058382994770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Press your seams open. You will be doing this every time you add a piece, so make sure your iron is nearby so you don't waste a bunch of time running back and forth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0IXhkDRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/o0vHyptgWzI/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0IXhkDRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/o0vHyptgWzI/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891050176449810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pin and sew piece 1b to the left side of your unit. Press open the seams....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0H3f77LI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ql-fB4As3rs/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0H3f77LI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ql-fB4As3rs/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891041579691186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Continue sewing. You will sew piece 2a on the bottom of your unit, then piece 2b on the right side of your unit. Remember to press your seams each time. Your square should measure 6.5"x6.5" and look similar to this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H9wgWQqPI/AAAAAAAAAuo/67b9iMSMrVM/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431901635344378098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Continue pinning, sewing, and pressing the remaining pieces according to the directions on the packet I sent you. Remember you will always sew piece "a" first, then "b". (ie next up would be 3a, then 3b, then 4a, then 4b, etc sewn on counter-clockwise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;7. Once you have sewn all pieces together, you should have a 12.5"x12.5" square that looks something like this.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0G13peKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nRwjyh4OmrM/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H0G13peKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nRwjyh4OmrM/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431891023962405026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't worry if your square ends up being like 12.25 " or something. I know there are a lot of you out there that are just beginning and I don't want you to get frustrated if it does not turn out exactly 12.5". I will adjust them accordingly once I get them all before I piece it all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see what everyone creates! Addie is VERY excited about this new quilt for her bedroom....mostly because she realizes it will probably come with other art projects she will get to do to "redocorate" her room to go with the new quilt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to post questions and pictures on our facebook page!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3498032095041599578?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3498032095041599578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3498032095041599578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3498032095041599578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3498032095041599578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/quilting-bee-tutorial.html' title='Quilting Bee Tutorial'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S2H1kL4Z-YI/AAAAAAAAAug/b3kqOvY6W8c/s72-c/DSC_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7347830962848389310</id><published>2010-01-26T21:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:13:35.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 things'/><title type='text'>Continued........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1000 things I'm grateful for, continued.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/1000-gifts.html"&gt;see this post)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;22. when God's word meets you right where you are&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.  late night laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.  watching my kids blossom into people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. medicine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. warm days in the middle of winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. cold, rainy days when you can't do anything but stay inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. technology which enables me to keep up with other moms who love the Lord and/or craft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. hearing new words come out of Sam's mouth ("ti-ter" (ie sticker) was the word of the day today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. a friend who is  willing to train for some ridiculous goal (half marathon) with me and promise to finish it even if we are puking and crawling across the finish line, we will do it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;together! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Love you friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Pride and Prejudice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. the closing of a house for Mitch. It's always a long journey to that day, and such a relief when it comes. He pours his blood, sweat, and tears into something that becomes someone's home. The place they will be a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. &lt;i&gt;Prospective&lt;/i&gt; homeowners. We are honored and grateful to have work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. my bed.   my soft, warm, cozy bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight my precious friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7347830962848389310?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7347830962848389310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7347830962848389310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7347830962848389310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7347830962848389310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/continued_26.html' title='Continued........'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2932442334951816230</id><published>2010-01-17T22:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:52:27.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Best baby dance ever!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam&lt;/i&gt; is such a &lt;i&gt;ham&lt;/i&gt;. (yes,that is intentionally Dr.Suess-esque)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, really he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; it when his brother and sister laugh at him. He will pretty much do anything on command if he thinks he will get a laugh out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Including dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And his dance moves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incomparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYLAlbQAMdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYLAlbQAMdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2932442334951816230?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2932442334951816230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2932442334951816230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2932442334951816230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2932442334951816230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-baby-dance-ever.html' title='Best baby dance ever!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7792471594994159178</id><published>2010-01-17T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:20:56.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 things'/><title type='text'>gratitude continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;22. life-giving friends &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. giving Sam a bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. tucking my kids into bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7792471594994159178?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7792471594994159178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7792471594994159178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7792471594994159178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7792471594994159178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/gratitude-continued.html' title='gratitude continued'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1999814079910499252</id><published>2010-01-16T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:51:48.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 things'/><title type='text'>Continued........</title><content type='html'>14. lunches with my parents&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. little boy wiggles and smirks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. getting to go to the bathroom in peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. converse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. watching little kids friendships. So uncomplicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. a fresh, clean, warm towel when you get out of the shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. un-apathetic children who would give all of our money away if they could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. date night with the hubby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1999814079910499252?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1999814079910499252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1999814079910499252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1999814079910499252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1999814079910499252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/continued.html' title='Continued........'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4107268579753654200</id><published>2010-01-15T23:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:54:36.120-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 things'/><title type='text'>1000 gifts</title><content type='html'>Most of my blogging is done late at night.&lt;div&gt;While my kids are quiet in their beds, the tv is off, and my husband breathes heavily in his sleep beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how at the end of the day, when all is calm, I can really only remember the good things that happened that day. The funny things the kids did or said. The last words Mitch says to me "I love you..." (before he drifts off to sleep incredibly fast- a skill I am very jealous of). I do not think about the numerous messes I cleaned up that day (almost always including some sort of goldfish cracker), the fights I broke up, or the tense moments felt between stressed out parents trying to make a chaotic house function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although I am jealous of Mitch's uncanny ability to time falling asleep with the touching of face to pillow, I am also grateful for these quiet moments of reflection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These moments to remember that &lt;i&gt;I am blessed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed. Not only because I have all the normal things that the world would say your "blessings" are....like a house, healthy kids, loving husband, food to eat, etc. But because God lavishes those on me when I don't deserve them. And, trust me....I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; deserve them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not always grateful for them. I take them for granted. Or, even worse.... I think I am "&lt;i&gt;owed&lt;/i&gt;" them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God owes me nothing. He has saved me and that is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, for whatever reason, He didn't stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed. I don't deserve to be, but I am blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I choose to be grateful. For it &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The little stuff and the big stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am going to begin a list. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1000 things I am grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently saw this on another blog and want to emulate  it in my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the act of looking for the blessings in life to be a habit. A constant and consistent habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I will begin this....who knows when I will finish? Tomorrow...next week....next year? Will I stop at 1000 or just keep going? God doesn't stop at 1000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here we go. Will you join me? Will you find &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1000 things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you can show gratitude for? I can't imagine it will be hard. And our God is deserving of this. Of our praise and adoration for our undeserved gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1000 (and more?) things I am grateful for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. my salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. my sweet husband whose wisdom surprises me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my firstborn whose quiet diligence astounds me again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. my precious baby girl who is constantly humming or singing and never simply "walks" anywhere. There is a skip in her step and joy in her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. my Sam who I now can't imagine my life without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. the sound of the heater coming on just when you are beginning to feel a chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. sitting for two hours in a chair that's not quite big enough for two people just so you can be close to each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. love. real love. almost 10 yr-been-through-the-ringer-but-nothin-gonna-stop-us-now-kinda-love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. a roof that somehow is holding this rain out even though it is older than the hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. a peaceful heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. a perfect God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. sleepy eyes and a restful spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. creating new happy habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all for tonight. I will add on to this list whenever I have time to sit down and type it out, but will be working on it constantly in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is just so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you work on yours? Will you tell your God that His blessings have not gone unnoticed? Join me in gratitude sweet friends!! He is ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4107268579753654200?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4107268579753654200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4107268579753654200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4107268579753654200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4107268579753654200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/1000-gifts.html' title='1000 gifts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4965394985588150823</id><published>2010-01-13T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:13:08.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry it's taken me so long to post these pictures I promised a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this is Sam getting his first haircut. He was really good. Well, after I gave him my keys. (He kept pressing my alarm button over and over again. I think the people in the shop were getting irritated. Oh well. Better than a screaming baby.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at Brody. He was &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; as excited as we were. No really, he was. Sweet brother&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S03vdh3z9iI/AAAAAAAAAso/VcemAzwEjLo/s1600-h/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S03vdh3z9iI/AAAAAAAAAso/VcemAzwEjLo/s320/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426256416639022626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How cute is he in that little smock thingy?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S03vdK7Nl2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/NK3OhFo_dag/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S03vdK7Nl2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/NK3OhFo_dag/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426256410479269730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is pretty much the finished product. I kept it long on top but we cut the sides pretty short. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always so hard for me to cut my kids' hair. I hate to cut their pretty blonde off because I don't know how much longer they will have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait....what am I saying? I still have &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;! They can keep their's forever too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4965394985588150823?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4965394985588150823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4965394985588150823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4965394985588150823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4965394985588150823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S03vdh3z9iI/AAAAAAAAAso/VcemAzwEjLo/s72-c/IMG_0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-9075665362106087234</id><published>2010-01-06T21:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:41:11.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Time for a haircut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mitch caught this picture getting Sam up from a nap recently. We decided it was time for a haircut. Another post about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; coming soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0VXhdLXV-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/S3Ou9vZ-ao8/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0VXhdLXV-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/S3Ou9vZ-ao8/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423837558517225442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-9075665362106087234?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9075665362106087234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=9075665362106087234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/9075665362106087234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/9075665362106087234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-for-haircut.html' title='Time for a haircut?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0VXhdLXV-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/S3Ou9vZ-ao8/s72-c/IMG_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2605496189025222730</id><published>2010-01-04T19:34:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:53:26.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>2009...year in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Our year in review.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have had good times and bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have been demolished and rebuilt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have learned to crawl and walk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have lost teeth and seen new ones grow in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have made new friends and seen our family grow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have been flower girls and ring bearers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;we have made home runs and we have struck-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and we have been reminded of God's undeserved grace and faithfulness again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This is our 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;amp;postID=2605496189025222730" width="&amp;quot;400&amp;quot;" height="&amp;quot;224&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1284904813111"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1284904813111" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2605496189025222730?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2605496189025222730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2605496189025222730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2605496189025222730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2605496189025222730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009year-in-review.html' title='2009...year in review'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8487593434910040494</id><published>2010-01-04T14:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:21:52.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(a little late...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTcVKltsI/AAAAAAAAArI/FaF7DmqFjHo/s1600-h/christmas15.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTcVKltsI/AAAAAAAAArI/FaF7DmqFjHo/s320/christmas15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988647490500290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you on Facebook, you can probably stop reading now. I posted these same pictures a few weeks ago. Or, if you just can't get enough of us Fickey's, keep going :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTcgeX-HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zmZxZdfqm2Q/s1600-h/christmas14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTcgeX-HI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zmZxZdfqm2Q/s320/christmas14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988650526275698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam &lt;/i&gt;REFUSES&lt;i&gt; to sit still for any pictures. We have tried every trick in the book. No luck. Addie is trying to hold onto his sweater but it's obviously not working. I think she looks as frustrated as her mama was behind the camera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTdfEF0oI/AAAAAAAAArY/byY1Gocyrio/s1600-h/christmas13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTdfEF0oI/AAAAAAAAArY/byY1Gocyrio/s320/christmas13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988667327468162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, here they are without Sam. I don't always realize how big they are until I see pictures like this. They have grown up so much. I really felt like this might be the last Christmas they will believe in Santa. I tried to soak up all that naive wonderment this year. Questions have begun, and I don't really want to lie to them. I just tell them it is way more fun to believe in Santa and hope they are satisfied with that. At least for a little while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTdt10tEI/AAAAAAAAArg/BxKyBCqtpmI/s1600-h/christmas19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTdt10tEI/AAAAAAAAArg/BxKyBCqtpmI/s320/christmas19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988671294157890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was one of Sam's toys. It's a little playscape with a place to climb up on one side and a slide on the other, and a yellow steering wheel at the top which apparently is used to jump up and down and shake the whole thing and almost fall off numerous times and keep his mother from sitting down all day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTeEHlToI/AAAAAAAAAro/uYFOkrfWspw/s1600-h/christmas20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTeEHlToI/AAAAAAAAAro/uYFOkrfWspw/s320/christmas20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422988677274226306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brody got a "Razor Rip Rider 360" (he calls it that whole name every time he refers to it) from Santa. It is basically a tricycle with small caster wheels on the back so every time you turn a little, you spin around. Lots of fun.....for &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT3NrbmOI/AAAAAAAAArw/7ePWVcLAhUw/s1600-h/christmas21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT3NrbmOI/AAAAAAAAArw/7ePWVcLAhUw/s320/christmas21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989109337233634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT3imXKpI/AAAAAAAAAr4/kqPODB4I4QA/s1600-h/christmas27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT3imXKpI/AAAAAAAAAr4/kqPODB4I4QA/s320/christmas27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989114953116306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Addie asked for a "little sewing machine" for Christmas. Luckily Santa found one that fit that description without having to buy a junky toy sewing machine. This one is perfect for her to learn on and make some small projects. She was very excited for her first lesson....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT4Enx5bI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZaIIFGlcVnw/s1600-h/christmas24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT4Enx5bI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZaIIFGlcVnw/s320/christmas24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989124085867954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT4RiHcCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/atBoRk0Y5hI/s1600-h/christmas25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT4RiHcCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/atBoRk0Y5hI/s320/christmas25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989127551774754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She sewed like a pro! I was very impressed! I think she must have watched me more than I thought she did. She knew lots about the machine that I didn't think she would have. Our first project was a pincushion. What seamstress doesn't need a pincushion?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT4-G3gjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/yEwtzqW7b1E/s1600-h/christmas26.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JT4-G3gjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/yEwtzqW7b1E/s320/christmas26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989139517080114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look how proud she is! I hope she keeps her interest and sticks with it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Christmas. It was busy and Sam got sick again (started to get that pneumonia business again, along with an ear infection, but is better now) and we traveled quite a bit. But, we got to spend it together and no one broke their hand (hm mm, Mitch) and Santa was not discovered in the middle of the night and the kids were very excited about their gifts and we got to remember our Saviour's birth and our undeserved salvation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope all of you had a merry Christmas too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm ready for spring!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8487593434910040494?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8487593434910040494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8487593434910040494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8487593434910040494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8487593434910040494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/S0JTcVKltsI/AAAAAAAAArI/FaF7DmqFjHo/s72-c/christmas15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3814371470801805947</id><published>2009-12-28T08:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:36:41.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Toilet Worm</title><content type='html'>I will post some pics from Christmas soon, but wanted to share this video first.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked this little guy up from a store a couple of weeks ago. I saw him and remembered a friend's (Avery!) post where she lovingly tricked her children too. Now her kids are much younger than mine, so I was thinking that my kids would catch on for sure and not be bamboozled into such a prank. I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch practiced for a few minutes, then walked into the living room where the kids were to show him this "thing" he caught out of our toilet (I told him to say he caught it out of the tub, but apparently he thought 'toilet' would freak them out more). They walked over to see it, then immediately took off out the door. Such brave children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where the video picks up. Please enjoy the cruelness that is our parenting....full of lies and deceit. But so darn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3TYGomnd6Xo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3TYGomnd6Xo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie is too smart and caught on shortly after this that there was a string tied to Daddy's pants. Too bad. We could have gone on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3814371470801805947?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3814371470801805947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3814371470801805947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3814371470801805947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3814371470801805947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/toilet-worm.html' title='Toilet Worm'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-9050692021444982722</id><published>2009-12-15T08:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:37:14.155-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling overwhelmed lately. &lt;div&gt;Too much to do. Not enough time to do it. &lt;div&gt;Too many headaches and too much blowing my nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling. Cleaning. Moving. Shopping. Wrapping. Planning. Crafting. Cooking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have ben feeling guilty that this is what our holidays have become this year. I have so badly wanted to sit down with my kids and read books about the true meaning of Christmas. I wanted to rent "The Nativity" and watch it with them. (I think they are old enough to understand and be grateful for God's gift to us.) I wanted to make Christmas cookies and eat them by the fire. I wanted for Christmas to be different than what it has become, yet again.....being busy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week looks as though it will be filled with more activities than I want to list. And as I sit here thinking about the million and one things that need to be done, I know that I cannot "create" the perfectly calm Christmas I have in my head. It is what it is......crazy family time, a little sickness here and there, shopping at the last minute, too much fattening food, and hectic crazy schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt;, it is also laughter with friends and getting to hug people that I don't see very often and little kids getting to play with cousins and seeing the excitement in their faces when they open their gifts, and an occasional hot chocolate and yummy dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of all, it's Jesus. In the next week when life will seem overwhelming and when I am completely worn out, I know there will be little moments for me to remind my kids that God's gift to us is immeasurable. And that our hearts should be joyful with that gift alone.  That we have been given grace and forgiveness through that precious baby. I want to find time to remind them that the things they ask Santa for pale in comparison to the gift of salvation and the peace that comes from knowing God loves us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share this with you. This came from a link on a blog I read fairly regularly. It's about Christmas. And it spoke to my heart this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"It’s hard to find Jesus in Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;His Name is right there in the &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; word. How can we miss it? I searched the Christmas aisles of the scrapbook store for a sticker of baby Jesus in the manger. I couldn’t find &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;I looked high and low for a book about the Advent,&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt; the Coming&lt;/span&gt; to read with my children and couldn’t find one at the &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; book store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Christmas was created to be a birthday party for Jesus, but the guest of honor is forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;It’s hard to find Jesus in Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;But we need Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Creation and Christmas are intertwined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Thousands of years before there was a stable, bewildered shepherd’s and a Holy birth, there was a serpent in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;He deceived Eve–she deceived Adam–&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-style: italic; "&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; were born into deception. And that’s when we needed Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When we see Jesus, we see Christmas. When we see Christmas, we need to see Jesus. And it’s there, when the Tree, and The Manger mingle, we find The Cross. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you are able to see the cross this Christmas. I hope you are able to remind your families of the love that the Lord has lavished upon them and the grace He so freely gives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so thankful to be reminded of this today. I did not sleep well last night. I am still not feeling great from this relentless sinus infection. I was up at 5am dreading my endless list of things that have to get done today with little or no energy to do them all. But, God spoke to me this morning and reminded me that my lists have nothing to do with Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take joy in our saviour this week. Take joy in Him humbling Himself to be born in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (I mean, seriously. I don't like the fact that when we travel Sam has to sleep in that small, uncomfortable pac n' play. Really? A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; people! I'm pretty sure I would have strong objections to someone laying my son in hay in a barn) and remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amidst the busyness of this season, our true delight and joy is in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-9050692021444982722?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/9050692021444982722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=9050692021444982722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/9050692021444982722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/9050692021444982722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-feeling-overwhelmed-lately.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8299110743368885642</id><published>2009-12-14T08:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:00:52.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><title type='text'>Welcome home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, things slowed down for about five minutes today, and I finally took a few pictures of what the new fireplace and floors look like. I looked back through some of my old pictures and found one random picture from right after we first moved in of the old fireplace wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As you can see, the entire wall was white limestone rock. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a neat feature (which I secretly hated)....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZRTe9dvAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/O0TIhDb7xdU/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZRTe9dvAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/O0TIhDb7xdU/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415104997129829378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;This is what it looks like now. We have a darker rock and now that it's a 'normal' fireplace size, we were able to rearrange our furniture. I like it sooo much better like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOxkQ1xgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wVCuXOSfORA/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOxkQ1xgI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wVCuXOSfORA/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102215414466050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(please ignore the GIGANTIC recliner which is now residing in our living room. Yes, it's huge. BUT...it was free and unbelievably comfortable!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOx9NS52I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/p2TnQReuGzI/s1600-h/DSC_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOx9NS52I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/p2TnQReuGzI/s320/DSC_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102222110484322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our new hardwood floors in the living room...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOymPg0VI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9U62_xaa_ek/s1600-h/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOymPg0VI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9U62_xaa_ek/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102233125638482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The new tile in the kitchen and dining area (there used to be laminate wood flooring..which was HORRIBLE!!!! But when we redid the house two years ago, we ran out of money and that was all we could afford. I am SO grateful for this tile!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOyC-gjtI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1UCihgU9M3k/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZOyC-gjtI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1UCihgU9M3k/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415102223659077330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Brody's room got a little facelift too. We painted it, got new bedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt; (wait..I have to brag about this...it's expensive to buy new bedding for those bunk beds. BUT....I got that queen sized comforter, sheet set, two shams, and the twin comforter and sheet set all for..wait for it.......$35!!!! About two months ago I found them on clearance at Target! I'm very proud of myself. Thanks for indulging me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glenda......do you see what is on Brody's nightstand? Yep...the pig/football. That is a place of honor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and by the way...I didn't realize that the top bed is not made up until after I posted this picture. Oh well. That is what it normally looks like. Do you know how hard it is to make up a top bunk bed?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SycFijQzHlI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ydNMeC-rGrY/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SycFijQzHlI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ydNMeC-rGrY/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415303168075701842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We did kind of a globe/world thing in Brody's room. I kind of think he is a little too old for a "theme" per say, but he has always been really interested in globes and maps. About 6 months ago, I came across a box of old classroom globes at a garage sale. They were $5. I bought them not knowing what I would do with them, but couldn't pass them up (I get into a lot of trouble that way...). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, this is what I did with them...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SycFjB3_k1I/AAAAAAAAArA/VTy_2sAOK40/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415303176293159762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are hanging above his desk...for now. I think they might be a little too tempting for little hands that find themselves on that top bunk. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good to be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8299110743368885642?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8299110743368885642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8299110743368885642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8299110743368885642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8299110743368885642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome home...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SyZRTe9dvAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/O0TIhDb7xdU/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2097944396982985249</id><published>2009-12-06T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:46:58.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><title type='text'>We're in</title><content type='html'>Three and half weeks later and we are home. Finally. I am currently sitting in my warm, comfy bed typing this. I may never leave.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house looks beautiful. I will have pictures to post soon. Nearly every room has changed, either with new flooring, paint, or just rearranging furniture. It feels like a brand new house. I was A LOT of work. The house was filthy and EVERY SINGLE THING IN IT was COVERED with dust from all the jackhammering when they were digging holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...lots of dusting, washing, wiping, and vaccuuming later....it is possibly the cleanest it's ever been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my precious little Sammie has pneumonia. It has been a struggle to just get through the day lately, let alone clean and move into a house. So......a short post and no pictures.  But, it's worth the wait. For &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2097944396982985249?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2097944396982985249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2097944396982985249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2097944396982985249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2097944396982985249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-in.html' title='We&apos;re in'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1789222465149917754</id><published>2009-11-26T11:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:44:23.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;from.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little Indian girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Sw7jAG3wBaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BefjQIcyc-g/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Sw7jAG3wBaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BefjQIcyc-g/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408509793502496162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little pilgrim boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Sw7i_keN6GI/AAAAAAAAApw/3S1NJ9nsA1Y/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Sw7i_keN6GI/AAAAAAAAApw/3S1NJ9nsA1Y/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408509784268597346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a chubby, little turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Sw7kQV-95AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vM2ZoKKoafo/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408511171948831746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year, I am grateful for.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...my babies who challenge me every day to live out the idea of grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....my hardworking husband who provides for me sacrificially &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and loves me unconditionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....my precious friends who bring me joy and laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....my gracious family who I know will always be here for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...a place to lie my head at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....food in my tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....iced green teas from Starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....my merciful God in whom I find redemption again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you are all having a wonderful holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1789222465149917754?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1789222465149917754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1789222465149917754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1789222465149917754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1789222465149917754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Sw7jAG3wBaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/BefjQIcyc-g/s72-c/DSC_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7489317111022904528</id><published>2009-11-20T15:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:53:32.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><title type='text'>All jacked up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two weeks of work so these little jacks could do their work and move the house a whole inch and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLOjQjW_I/AAAAAAAAAog/vUixMsBUCkc/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLOjQjW_I/AAAAAAAAAog/vUixMsBUCkc/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406302222292311026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are done with the foundation repair, but are now in the process of filling the holes, patching the concrete, and tearing out and rebuilding the chimney and fireplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what our house looks like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLPeJaofI/AAAAAAAAAow/yVtQjM8MfG8/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLPeJaofI/AAAAAAAAAow/yVtQjM8MfG8/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406302238100070898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLPkL5jPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/qKz3QIS7hw8/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLPkL5jPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/qKz3QIS7hw8/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406302239721098482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YIKES!!!!! That &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to be my living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMXFJWXVI/AAAAAAAAApA/4KdxChFI4ws/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMXFJWXVI/AAAAAAAAApA/4KdxChFI4ws/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406303468339486034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down our hallway and the kids' bedrooms....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMYk_uWGI/AAAAAAAAApg/zx4EA6TOfs0/s1600/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMYk_uWGI/AAAAAAAAApg/zx4EA6TOfs0/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406303494068918370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMXqEJXYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BBI7gttCI3k/s1600/DSC_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMXqEJXYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BBI7gttCI3k/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406303478249774466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMXcNL6kI/AAAAAAAAApI/3sk8MMc_4es/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcMXcNL6kI/AAAAAAAAApI/3sk8MMc_4es/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406303474529593922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of our furniture is shoved into our kitchen and dining area. AND it is &lt;i&gt;ALL&lt;/i&gt; covered in dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLOSJNOkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wNtx960AqoA/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLOSJNOkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wNtx960AqoA/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406302217698097730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't believe me? Check it out for yourself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLO19hyAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WvNEXjBOe5U/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLO19hyAI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WvNEXjBOe5U/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406302227312789506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyone up for a cleaning/moving party in about a week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7489317111022904528?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7489317111022904528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7489317111022904528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7489317111022904528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7489317111022904528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-jacked-up.html' title='All jacked up...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwcLOjQjW_I/AAAAAAAAAog/vUixMsBUCkc/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5641704991550514001</id><published>2009-11-20T07:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:52:24.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am meeting my cousin's baby for the first time this next week. She is only a month old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I made her a few things to wear for the holidays yesterday out of some scrap fabric I had. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too bad Sam can't wear pink and polk a dot turkeys. Hmmm...well, maybe he can. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwadUR0F-6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/dsDSRFA-nuE/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwadUR0F-6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/dsDSRFA-nuE/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181374409702306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwaesafaxHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Cpmk5sG03Es/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwaesafaxHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Cpmk5sG03Es/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406182888567391346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwadUpc_jMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LrmV2pNsXOA/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181380755262658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwaeslvHCdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n40-A1_0cqI/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwaeslvHCdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n40-A1_0cqI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406182891585997266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-5641704991550514001?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5641704991550514001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=5641704991550514001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5641704991550514001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5641704991550514001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwadUR0F-6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/dsDSRFA-nuE/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-543094528681697499</id><published>2009-11-19T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:19:57.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Anyone looking for a model?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made these aprons for a woman that wanted her and her daughter to match for Thanksgiving. I asked my mom and Addie to try them on and let me take a few pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well....look who totally hammed it up. Complete with props and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJuHXx-MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/s7bz8JGMERA/s1600/apron+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJuHXx-MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/s7bz8JGMERA/s320/apron+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019090562283714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one's my favorite. Cutting fresh flowers in her apron. How domestic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJt-e-nWI/AAAAAAAAAno/j1QUlkXUvLU/s1600/apron+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJt-e-nWI/AAAAAAAAAno/j1QUlkXUvLU/s320/apron+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019088176553314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJtfYgQXI/AAAAAAAAAng/MOn5WmXfLp0/s1600/apron+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJtfYgQXI/AAAAAAAAAng/MOn5WmXfLp0/s320/apron+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019079827898738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJtLhqWjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lzjXhRx11rs/s1600/apron+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJtLhqWjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lzjXhRx11rs/s320/apron+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019074497600050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom said, "I think I should start modeling for magazines". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-543094528681697499?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/543094528681697499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=543094528681697499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/543094528681697499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/543094528681697499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-looking-for-model.html' title='Anyone looking for a model?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwYJuHXx-MI/AAAAAAAAAnw/s7bz8JGMERA/s72-c/apron+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6151708732868126986</id><published>2009-11-17T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:28:50.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Ta-Da!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how a pile of random fabric.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwNYsmW08bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ddgFmrXzQHE/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwNYsmW08bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ddgFmrXzQHE/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405261501008507314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can turn into something like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwNYsTW2UNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RwUuyhhMu4c/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwNYsTW2UNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RwUuyhhMu4c/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405261495908323538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know they aren't Christmas colors. I think the closest I got was the fabric for Addie's has deer on it. But, my tree isn't so "Christmas-y" either. I like bold, bright colors at Christmas because the rest of the year my house is pretty muted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These took me literally about two hours to crank out.  I tried to do different embelishments on each one as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Left to right) Mitch's has embroidery thread and buttons, Mine has a flower with some bright fabric, Brody's has a felt zig zag thingy with buttons on it, Addie's has a flower as well, and Sam has ric rac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are cute, but smaller than I wanted. I still make the mistake of cutting things out the size I want, but then once you sew them, they always turn out smaller. You'd think I'd have learned by now. But, I have decided that the bigger I make them, the more "Santa" has to fill. So, smaller is okay by me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, one project done, nine million to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(House is going pretty well, by the way. Still at my parents' house. Thinking maybe another week. BUT..I get to go home to &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; tile in the kitchen, &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; hardwood floors in the living room, AND a brand new fireplace with beautiful new rock!!! I definitely &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; complain!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6151708732868126986?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6151708732868126986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6151708732868126986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6151708732868126986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6151708732868126986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/ta-da.html' title='Ta-Da!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SwNYsmW08bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ddgFmrXzQHE/s72-c/DSC_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5409694545938097177</id><published>2009-11-12T15:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:10:41.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stopped by our house today. To check on the progress. I almost had an anxiety attack right in the middle of what used to be my living room. Big giant holes. Dust. Dirt. Furniture piled in my kitchen. Mud. Men swarming everywhere. Mud. Carpet rolled up sitting &lt;i&gt;outside&lt;/i&gt;. Jackhammering piercing my eardrums. Mud.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a control problem. I admit it. To see all that and not be able to do anything about it right now....to know that in a week or so, I have to go back and clean, unpack, and rearrange everything, but can't do &lt;i&gt;one thing&lt;/i&gt; until then. It was different when it was all happening outside. I could still control the inside of my house. I could keep &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; clean and organized. Even if it meant sweeping and mopping 4 times a day (yes, that happened). But, now.....there is nothing I can do. But watch. Or not watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I recognize this control thing is unhealthy. I am working on it. Don't you judge me.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. To save my sanity and possibly my marriage, I am staying away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead I am working on a few projects here at my parents' house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;these will become stockings.....hopefully.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvyDHYojOBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-vIr9sYY9Z4/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403337815832606738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is a plan for a quilt...my first REAL quilt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvyDHooX51I/AAAAAAAAAnA/aC6By1dLylY/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvyDHooX51I/AAAAAAAAAnA/aC6By1dLylY/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403337820126832466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a few other things as well to make some money. Bleh. I definitely don't like making things for money as much as I do making gifts for friends and things to make my kids happy. But, it must be done to feed my ever growing sewing habit AND keep me somewhat sane during the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, friends. That I will remain positive and grateful and supportive to my hard-working husband for creating a more beautiful (and level) home for us. Patience is not my best quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-5409694545938097177?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5409694545938097177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=5409694545938097177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5409694545938097177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5409694545938097177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvyDHYojOBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-vIr9sYY9Z4/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8209230128073094086</id><published>2009-11-11T12:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:20:49.823-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addition'/><title type='text'>We've changed locations.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to our home. Our filthy, filthy home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYxm6mGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fNIpn7ox1MM/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYxm6mGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fNIpn7ox1MM/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402919200664229986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember this &lt;a href="http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are-adding-on-no-not-another-baby.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;? In APRIL?!!!! Well....nothing much happened between then and now. We found out right after we started all that work back in the Spring that our foundation on our existing house was completely out of level and it would cost $8000 to fix.  $8000 on top of our already extremely tight budget. So, we had to put everything on hold and wait. For 7 months. Until we had the money. Well.....we would never have $8000 to just hand over. So Mitch, being the resourceful man he is, figured out that if he and his guys (workers he has with his business) did all the demolition, digging, and concrete work, the foundation repair company would lower the price tremendously because all they would do is use their nifty jacks to jack up the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, work began about 10 days ago. This is what our house looks like right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFJ_G9RsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/B9Y--2A8GWA/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFJ_G9RsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/B9Y--2A8GWA/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402917847078618818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYeNyNJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9fax7Hz8CHo/s1600-h/DSC_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGX5x8P1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SJzudeMsNLc/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGX5x8P1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SJzudeMsNLc/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402919185678090066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are approximately 15 holes around the outside of the house about 2ft wide and vary anywhere from 6 ft to 10 ft deep (depending on where they hit rock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGXqe0TCI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bQPDa_4ICfI/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGXqe0TCI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bQPDa_4ICfI/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402919181571345442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what in the world? Don't we live in the Hill Country? What is this water in the ground? And where is all the rock? Maybe this is why our house is moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYNtE5LI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1BKLR_SFiyA/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYNtE5LI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1BKLR_SFiyA/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402919191026394290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This became an issue when digging the holes. They kept filling up with water from the soil. Possibly a water table? (Mitch wanted to rule out a leak from the house, so....long story..in the midst of checking that out, we had both toilets flood our bathrooms. Fun times.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a cement truck parked in my front yard where my beautiful St. Augustine grass used to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFKKih2II/AAAAAAAAAmI/XsWxEjWxyOw/s1600-h/DSC_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFKKih2II/AAAAAAAAAmI/XsWxEjWxyOw/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402917850147051650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYeNyNJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9fax7Hz8CHo/s1600-h/DSC_0101.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYeNyNJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9fax7Hz8CHo/s320/DSC_0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402919195458548882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Santana. One of Mitch's helpers. The one in the hole. He is a hard worker and we are grateful for him. Right before I took this picture he said, "How's my mustache?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFJXSy0lI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NK3viLX_hXM/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFJXSy0lI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NK3viLX_hXM/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402917836390847058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from our front door. Yes. Those are holes in our front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFJLa-BiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/y8163gcxFyI/s1600-h/DSC_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFJLa-BiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/y8163gcxFyI/s320/DSC_0134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402917833203910178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The always driven and hard-working Brody helping dig holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFIh4_PVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NFtaJjkI1FI/s1600-h/DSC_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsFIh4_PVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NFtaJjkI1FI/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402917822055529810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam crawled up on Brody's chair and looked out the window at all the action throughout the day yesterday. If you look closely, you can see Mitch at the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They began digging holes on the inside of our house today. Which means we had to move out. We are currently "living" at my mom's house. Hopefully it will just be a week, but there is a lot of work to be done on the inside. They have to pull all the furniture out of a few rooms and pull carpet up to be able to dig the holes.  What a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be posting some blogs about losing my mind soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8209230128073094086?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8209230128073094086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8209230128073094086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8209230128073094086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8209230128073094086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-changed-locations.html' title='We&apos;ve changed locations.....'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvsGYxm6mGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fNIpn7ox1MM/s72-c/DSC_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8584227926622132960</id><published>2009-11-10T20:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:22:40.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My first born turned &lt;b&gt;seven&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonOaDifwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PX26QkivRt0/s1600-h/seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonOaDifwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PX26QkivRt0/s320/seven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673831450148610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have learned so much from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We learned how to be parents with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have made many mistakes with him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am continually reminded that I do not know what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each new year is different and scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realize now that the terrible two's is nothing compared to what we have in store with this precious boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He is brilliant and funny and has his daddy's determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I truly believe that Brody is destined for great things. I feel deep in my heart that his future limitless. And I can't wait to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonOaDifwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PX26QkivRt0/s1600-h/seven.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;irthday adventures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonN_NHUcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VeUt9cbOT1c/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonN_NHUcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VeUt9cbOT1c/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673824242553282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took cupcakes to his school for lunch to celebrate his birthday with his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonOL9Q-TI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c_slNjWJwTw/s1600-h/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonOL9Q-TI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c_slNjWJwTw/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673827665738034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam was completely revved up by all the action in the cafeteria. I had forgotten how crazy an elementary school cafeteria can be. Whew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolWj24U_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/3-g13AhZRSM/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolWj24U_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/3-g13AhZRSM/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402671772497105906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took Brody and one of his friends, Jackson, to "Walking with Dinosaurs" (a live show with robotic and puppet-type dinosaurs. Pretty cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonNZGm2VI/AAAAAAAAAlA/myby2tLygJE/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonNZGm2VI/AAAAAAAAAlA/myby2tLygJE/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673814014712146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson spent the night and the next morning we had a celebration breakfast complete with eggs, pancakes, and presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(notice the bike in out dining room? Will one of you please tell Mitch that bikes belong outside! No matter how much they cost!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolWbbD9yI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VvXdLY5GiTc/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolWbbD9yI/AAAAAAAAAkw/VvXdLY5GiTc/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402671770232944418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday night, we went to eat and Brody picked Pei Wei (yay for kids who love Asian food!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came home and were surprised by an INCREDIBLE cake made by Nana!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolWJI9oJI/AAAAAAAAAko/uGj1hMSkO28/s1600-h/DSC_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolWJI9oJI/AAAAAAAAAko/uGj1hMSkO28/s320/DSC_0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402671765325193362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolVwYjMrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Vep2csFGH_A/s1600-h/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolVwYjMrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Vep2csFGH_A/s320/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402671758679683762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously! How cool is that cake?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolVkSymkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SDGPtoJjexE/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvolVkSymkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SDGPtoJjexE/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402671755434302018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us in front of Pei Wei. (notice Sam's shirt and pants. They are soaking wet. He thinks he can drink out of a cup with no lid all by himself. Who's watching this kid?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brody wanted to eat at Pei Wei last year too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvotLdujtlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BxHu9flq6Qc/s1600-h/Nov+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvotLdujtlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BxHu9flq6Qc/s320/Nov+2008+080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402680377966048850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will make this a tradition and we can have a whole line up of these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday sweet Brody! We love you&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8584227926622132960?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8584227926622132960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8584227926622132960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8584227926622132960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8584227926622132960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvonOaDifwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PX26QkivRt0/s72-c/seven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6341122118422903603</id><published>2009-11-09T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:20:26.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Handmade Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJHdJrUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/jMNaOw4kLbI/s1600-h/halloween+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJHdJrUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/jMNaOw4kLbI/s320/halloween+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402306503674277186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJXpVFlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zYEug8_qByY/s1600-h/halloween+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJXpVFlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zYEug8_qByY/s320/halloween+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402306508020323922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJ6uweSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/X-S0pFrrybA/s1600-h/halloween+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJ6uweSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/X-S0pFrrybA/s320/halloween+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402306517438331170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJqPXCKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/SBn011aTHyg/s1600-h/halloween+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJqPXCKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/SBn011aTHyg/s320/halloween+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402306513011673250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time trick or treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam discovered lollipops. I discovered lollipops and gnome beards don't mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie was worried no one would know what she was supposed to be, but was proved wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brody loved his eyeball costume, but Mitch has informed me I have to let him be something "normal" next year. Yawn....bor-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily, they have &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; successfully forgotten about their candy and it's not sitting around tempting &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bring on the Holidays!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZKPNNxVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GS4x8YWIZ9Y/s1600-h/halloween+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6341122118422903603?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6341122118422903603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6341122118422903603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6341122118422903603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6341122118422903603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/handmade-halloween.html' title='Handmade Halloween'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SvjZJHdJrUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/jMNaOw4kLbI/s72-c/halloween+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4517753057859163209</id><published>2009-11-06T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:55:43.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IOU</title><content type='html'>I owe you a post. Soon. I have been busy lately sewing some things to sell at an upcoming M.O.P.S. meeting. It has consumed every spare second I have when Sam is not being the high maintenance baby he has become. &lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Brody's birthday. My goal is to finish all my sewing before then. I promise a post soon. Thanks for sticking around sweet friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4517753057859163209?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4517753057859163209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4517753057859163209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4517753057859163209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4517753057859163209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/iou.html' title='IOU'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5945334886380524757</id><published>2009-11-01T21:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:56:35.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Meat Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to cook hand on Friday night. &lt;i&gt;Monster hand&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VShxMFDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cFq6EzcNqCU/s1600-h/meat+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VShxMFDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cFq6EzcNqCU/s320/meat+hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399346780054492210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where do you buy monster hand you ask? Well.....at the HEB of course. Don't they have everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VSnc-JAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3Foiu_K3B2w/s1600-h/meat+hand+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VSnc-JAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3Foiu_K3B2w/s320/meat+hand+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399346781580305410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It's really just a meatloaf shaped into the form of a hand with onions as the fingernails and wrist bone, and with tomato sauce and cheese on top placed on top of mashed potatoes, in case you really thought it was hand.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VS7zwBcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3uj51ytKiC0/s1600-h/meat+hand+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VS7zwBcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3uj51ytKiC0/s320/meat+hand+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399346787044558274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They weren't so sure about it. They didn't know I was making it, so when I put it down on the table and announced that "Tonight...we are having monster hand, their faces were priceless (as pictured above). &lt;div&gt;Now, they obviously knew it wasn't a monster's hand, because they know there's no such thing as monsters.....but the &lt;i&gt;hand&lt;/i&gt;. They weren't so sure about the hand part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody said, "So........whose hand is it?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That meant it looked real! Mission accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was yummy too, despite it's gruesome appearance! Good way to kick off Halloween (pictures of costumes and trick or treating coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-5945334886380524757?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5945334886380524757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=5945334886380524757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5945334886380524757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5945334886380524757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/meat-hand.html' title='Meat Hand'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Su5VShxMFDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cFq6EzcNqCU/s72-c/meat+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4915129198911284856</id><published>2009-10-25T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:35:46.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>lady (little girl) in red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn2cIHimI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qMbx4DCLa8c/s1600-h/addie+with+balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn2cIHimI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qMbx4DCLa8c/s320/addie+with+balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396622807201712738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn2vwCsoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/RFu00-0CPLw/s1600-h/addie+with+balloons+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn2vwCsoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/RFu00-0CPLw/s320/addie+with+balloons+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396622812469441154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn29NRrVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Zfd_wRxfWfM/s1600-h/addie+with+balloons+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn29NRrVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Zfd_wRxfWfM/s320/addie+with+balloons+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396622816081718610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4915129198911284856?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4915129198911284856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4915129198911284856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4915129198911284856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4915129198911284856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/lady-little-girl-in-red.html' title='lady (little girl) in red'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SuSn2cIHimI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qMbx4DCLa8c/s72-c/addie+with+balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7132630195750623010</id><published>2009-10-20T15:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:20:58.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Enter clever title about Elephants here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This one's for Kyle..... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Sam's birthday I wanted some kind of table cloth, but didn't like anything I found. So, I bought some fat quarters for about $1.50/each, cut them in random widths, and then sewed them together to make a long table runner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the best picture I have of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kCy4V6tI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uVD4_M9syQM/s1600-h/cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kCy4V6tI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uVD4_M9syQM/s320/cake+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394789034072861394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I wanted to do something with it when the party was over, but wasn't sure what. I decided that I would attempt to make a stuffed elephant for Sam to keep in his bed and possibly sleep on like a pillow (that has not happened yet. It is typically thrown out of the crib, but I faithfully put it back there because...well, because I made it and that's where it looks the cutest! ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kXLk8rcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7cLlo8JZaCY/s1600-h/elephant+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kXLk8rcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7cLlo8JZaCY/s320/elephant+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394789384299785666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ear... (duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kE8ZTmJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-Mx84OAvetA/s1600-h/elephant+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kE8ZTmJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-Mx84OAvetA/s320/elephant+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394789070986778770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this is slightly embarrassing and doesn't speak well of my sewing skills. But, I had to share. The picture below is the tail. Look directly below the tail (to the right in the picture). On the seem in between the blue and the green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a hole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right where it should be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't realize there was a weak seam there until after it was already partially stuffed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was late at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps I will hand stitch it closed some day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend, Kyle, said "it's just anatomically correct". I kinda like it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kEZH7yXI/AAAAAAAAAio/sm-eOLVhqWE/s1600-h/elephant+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kEZH7yXI/AAAAAAAAAio/sm-eOLVhqWE/s320/elephant+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394789061518674290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back side....and a cute little Sammie foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kD4ahwoI/AAAAAAAAAig/KaUtTK12qo8/s1600-h/elephant+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kD4ahwoI/AAAAAAAAAig/KaUtTK12qo8/s320/elephant+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394789052738290306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He seems to like it okay. Could probably live without it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kDVr3wYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/b4CdEOSr2-k/s1600-h/elephant+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kDVr3wYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/b4CdEOSr2-k/s320/elephant+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394789043415794050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun and easy sewing project.&lt;br /&gt;And now we have an Elephant with a poop shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in a day's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7132630195750623010?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7132630195750623010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7132630195750623010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7132630195750623010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7132630195750623010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/enter-clever-title-about-elephants-here.html' title='Enter clever title about Elephants here'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/St4kCy4V6tI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uVD4_M9syQM/s72-c/cake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1552081184164763474</id><published>2009-10-14T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:24:10.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Spanish Immersion part 2</title><content type='html'>Maybe we should do this instead of "Los Vocales"? Might be more fun. Even if it doesn't make any sense.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/elaqbmc3VItUaPpiSRqRcg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/elaqbmc3VItUaPpiSRqRcg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1552081184164763474?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1552081184164763474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1552081184164763474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1552081184164763474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1552081184164763474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/spanish-immersion-part-2.html' title='Spanish Immersion part 2'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4808843756536604203</id><published>2009-10-12T14:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:23:31.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Las Vocales</title><content type='html'>So, Addie's dual language class is going pretty well. I still have a few reservations, but I have to keep reminding myself that a few issues here and there won't matter at all when she is speaking spanish for the rest of her life. Who knows what opportunities God will send her way because of this?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....in hopes that parents will help reinforce classroom learning at home, Addie's teacher sends home books and cds that go along with the songs they are learning in class (they learn a lot through song....just like we did, I guess. ABCs, days of the week, all that stuff). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has one song, in particular, that is her favorite to sing. She taught it to her daddy on a long drive they took recently.  It is the vowel sounds in Spanish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a video I took one night last week. Baths had been taken, p.j.'s were on, dinner was eaten and mostly cleaned up, and we were all jamming to "Las Vocales" (don't ask me what that word means....I don't really know. I'm thinking "vowels", but I'm honestly not really sure. Oooohhh... Addie is in for some trouble if she thinks I'm ever going to be able to help her with her homework.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be sure to notice Sam dancing along and trying to sing the song too. Hilarious. Well, to me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqzwD8ot6YM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YqzwD8ot6YM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more developments in the land of Spanish immersion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4808843756536604203?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4808843756536604203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4808843756536604203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4808843756536604203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4808843756536604203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-vocales.html' title='Las Vocales'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7320170168293966318</id><published>2009-10-07T15:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:22:44.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Bringing home the bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this precious shirt my friend made for Sam.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Ssz3yu6uuCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/AofjqsD8XcQ/s1600-h/tie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Ssz3yu6uuCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/AofjqsD8XcQ/s320/tie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389955305015523362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Ssz3yc0L7_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CoHAKCvlDjo/s1600-h/but+mom.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Ssz3yc0L7_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CoHAKCvlDjo/s320/but+mom.....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389955300156239858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But mom.......I don't want to go to work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7320170168293966318?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7320170168293966318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7320170168293966318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7320170168293966318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7320170168293966318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/bringing-home-bacon.html' title='Bringing home the bacon'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Ssz3yu6uuCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/AofjqsD8XcQ/s72-c/tie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4882266973748392336</id><published>2009-10-07T07:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:04:32.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>9 years of marriage&lt;br /&gt;several different sets of sheets&lt;br /&gt;umpteen million loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous amounts of time spent on trying to fold sheets by myself only for them to look like a mess when I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it was this easy to fold a stinkin fitted sheet?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5k9nWcuFc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5k9nWcuFc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that didn't know this trick?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize this isn't one of &lt;i&gt;"Life's greatest challenges"&lt;/i&gt; like this woman says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many greater challenges in life (like EVERY OTHER ONE) that trump folding a fitted sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But........it does kind of make my life a&lt;i&gt; little&lt;/i&gt; easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One challenge down. 50,000 to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4882266973748392336?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4882266973748392336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4882266973748392336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4882266973748392336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4882266973748392336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/tip.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8197892116164321623</id><published>2009-10-06T16:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:06:47.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I attempted to capture Sam trying to crawl on and off his little car/train thing. He never would do it for me. Stubborn kid. Trust me, though....it's funny. Maybe another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I got instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How precious is his little head-tilted-flirty-aren't-I-so-cute-don't-you-just-love-me smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWu0Zqshduw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWu0Zqshduw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love that baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way....I have no idea what "dah" means. Still trying to figure that one out.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8197892116164321623?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8197892116164321623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8197892116164321623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8197892116164321623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8197892116164321623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6752314153878463454</id><published>2009-10-05T09:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:57:44.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Wanted: craft buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone want to try something new with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about &lt;i&gt;stitchery&lt;/i&gt;?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I don't know what it's really called, but I like the way 'stitchery' sounds...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt;....I like the way this would look on a big pillow on my couch for Christmas.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsoFIJdfDBI/AAAAAAAAAho/C7HWeuUGjp0/s1600-h/home+for+the+holidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsoFIJdfDBI/AAAAAAAAAho/C7HWeuUGjp0/s320/home+for+the+holidays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389125541638900754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the way these would look hanging from my oven door at Thanksgiving....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsoGSd-PNWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2ePiMgejCrs/s320/thanks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389126818455303522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or any and/or all of these (probably different fabric and colors...but you get the idea) would look next to that other pillow I plan to make....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsoGR5xc_TI/AAAAAAAAAhw/om3Q17A7Gx8/s320/christmas+stitch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389126808738004274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so I have never hand stitched anything in my life. &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt;, I found a website with a great tutorial and it seems pretty easy (&lt;i&gt;famous last word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;?). If you are interested I will share the website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone out there........ please try it with me?! We can share pictures and tips, maybe? Don't you want, er...&lt;b&gt;NEED&lt;/b&gt; these things for the holidays?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As gifts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to appease me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come on, friends....don't leave me hanging! Crafts are so much more fun when you do them with someone else!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feeling stitch-ey yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6752314153878463454?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6752314153878463454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6752314153878463454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6752314153878463454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6752314153878463454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/wanted-craft-buddy.html' title='Wanted: craft buddy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsoFIJdfDBI/AAAAAAAAAho/C7HWeuUGjp0/s72-c/home+for+the+holidays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6190734314377636461</id><published>2009-10-04T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:38:17.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Radio Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SslPbaAN00I/AAAAAAAAAhg/P6Dw4H8tTQM/s320/radio+flyer+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388925761380799298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6190734314377636461?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6190734314377636461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6190734314377636461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6190734314377636461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6190734314377636461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/radio-flyer.html' title='Radio Flyer'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SslPbaAN00I/AAAAAAAAAhg/P6Dw4H8tTQM/s72-c/radio+flyer+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4987204753546224541</id><published>2009-10-02T13:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:05:14.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Role model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I came across this picture the other day.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsZLW7TQVRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jUxfZkOZmrk/s1600-h/mitch+and+addie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsZLW7TQVRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jUxfZkOZmrk/s320/mitch+and+addie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388076861443036434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet little Addie mimicking her daddy and looking to him for approval. Melts my heart&lt;/i&gt;. (click on the picture and it makes it bigger....look at her face! Sigh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made me think.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are Mitch and I examples for our children to emulate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are we living in God the way we desire our children to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are we showing the fruit I want so badly for them to possess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We fall short more often than not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, we are trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in truth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                             3 John 1:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4987204753546224541?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4987204753546224541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4987204753546224541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4987204753546224541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4987204753546224541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/role-model.html' title='Role model'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsZLW7TQVRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jUxfZkOZmrk/s72-c/mitch+and+addie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6380606465363650449</id><published>2009-10-01T09:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:02:10.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Sick days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is sick.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53WZkrXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Xzd9iQipAIQ/s1600-h/sick+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53WZkrXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Xzd9iQipAIQ/s320/sick+bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635414798740850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53D_YZdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Y7mrU2DjOcw/s1600-h/class+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53D_YZdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Y7mrU2DjOcw/s320/class+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635409857045970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;He &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;knows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" border="0" class="gl_italic" /&gt; class misses him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;(and their &lt;/span&gt;arms&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;...and feet.....and hair...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the mean time, he made up his own math problems for some practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS52j93cPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sU93ja_BMQo/s1600-h/math+problems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS52j93cPI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sU93ja_BMQo/s320/math+problems.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635401260757234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sweet Brody....it "mite" have been a good idea to make up problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that you were sure about.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, I can't forget about Addie. She has gotten to partake in the constant TV watching since Brody has been sick (don't make me feel guilty for that. You know when you're sick, all you want to do is lay on the couch and watch TV too...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She drew Sid the sloth from Ice Age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS54CFhoQI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9hMCQOxZgPQ/s320/sid+the+sloth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635426525815042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pretty impressed! Not too far off, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53yp_COI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tgPQ_iWXHP0/s1600-h/Sid-the-sloth-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53yp_COI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tgPQ_iWXHP0/s320/Sid-the-sloth-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635422383769826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am&lt;i&gt; beyond&lt;/i&gt; ready to get out of this house!!! Go away flu...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;go away&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6380606465363650449?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6380606465363650449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6380606465363650449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6380606465363650449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6380606465363650449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-baby-is-sick.html' title='Sick days'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SsS53WZkrXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Xzd9iQipAIQ/s72-c/sick+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6951257141275504040</id><published>2009-09-30T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:24:34.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"To whom will you compare me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or who is my equal?" says the Holy One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who created all these? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He who brings out the starry host one by one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and calls them each by name. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of his great power and mighty strength, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not one of them is missing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do you say, O Jacob, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and complain, O Israel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My way is hidden from the LORD; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my cause is disregarded by my God"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you not know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you not heard? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The LORD is the everlasting God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Creator of the ends of the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will not grow tired or weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and his understanding no one can fathom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                            Isaiah 40:25-28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;Satan&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; you are a number. A faceless being to trick and manipulate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; you are called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;by nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. He has loved you since before the creation of the world, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Take hope in that. When you are feeling useless and nameless and pointless. You are not. You are loved and regarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6951257141275504040?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6951257141275504040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6951257141275504040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6951257141275504040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6951257141275504040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-whom-will-you-compare-me-or-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-6032350466187548906</id><published>2009-09-20T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:52:24.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a flats kinda girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and this is why.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgkMsmwvlTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgkMsmwvlTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until I cried. Four times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-6032350466187548906?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6032350466187548906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=6032350466187548906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6032350466187548906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/6032350466187548906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-flats-kinda-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a flats kinda girl...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4662170373566214181</id><published>2009-09-20T14:27:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:48:35.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Sam's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's party was yesterday. It was small and simple and perfect. We had some precious friends there as well as Nana and Papa (what party is complete without friends and Nana and Papa?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFbSZsI8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/97gyfJ8hXxQ/s1600-h/bday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFbSZsI8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/97gyfJ8hXxQ/s320/bday+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383637108410557378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I made him a shirt and hat for his big day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFa_529vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/smK90mGSpFs/s1600-h/bday+1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFa_529vI/AAAAAAAAAfs/smK90mGSpFs/s320/bday+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383637103445210866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE6CDKlWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DktYoUrJl18/s1600-h/bday+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE6CDKlWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DktYoUrJl18/s320/bday+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383636537085433186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have seen this cake idea all over the place and thought it was so precious! Who &lt;b&gt;doesn't&lt;/b&gt; need a giant cupcake for their birthday?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFLzyjJVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VzhipfPO22s/s1600-h/cake.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFLzyjJVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VzhipfPO22s/s1600-h/cake.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFLzyjJVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/VzhipfPO22s/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383636842495288658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFLSa9KsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sq2TvtuuQ5k/s1600-h/cake+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFLSa9KsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Sq2TvtuuQ5k/s320/cake+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383636833537960642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decorations.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE5oAxctI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qZxEBlchXA4/s1600-h/bday+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE5oAxctI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qZxEBlchXA4/s320/bday+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383636530096075474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE5G4fxXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/eqhTR7fNOEg/s1600-h/bday+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE5G4fxXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/eqhTR7fNOEg/s320/bday+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383636521202992498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Present time!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraETSFvh_I/AAAAAAAAAes/HM9agIhoZ3A/s1600-h/bday+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraETSFvh_I/AAAAAAAAAes/HM9agIhoZ3A/s320/bday+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635871376312306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He got lots of fun things! Thank you everyone!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraES6OyiYI/AAAAAAAAAek/FIGf9nKGVhc/s1600-h/bday+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraES6OyiYI/AAAAAAAAAek/FIGf9nKGVhc/s320/bday+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635864971807106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think this might have been his favorite toy. He rode in it for at least two hours yesterday....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraEStfLzVI/AAAAAAAAAec/kvb1SpS581M/s1600-h/bday+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraEStfLzVI/AAAAAAAAAec/kvb1SpS581M/s320/bday+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635861550910802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Cake!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraESBQiUiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AcCYWXDSrTo/s1600-h/bday+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraESBQiUiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AcCYWXDSrTo/s320/bday+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635849678311970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraER6RyDHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yfvDClOK-5g/s1600-h/bday+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraER6RyDHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yfvDClOK-5g/s320/bday+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635847804488818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD6hOsZFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/v6DsjCXXjAQ/s1600-h/bday+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some sweet little girls enjoying cake too..&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE4pMk8qI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zoWga7CKCTQ/s1600-h/bday+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraE4pMk8qI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zoWga7CKCTQ/s320/bday+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383636513234154146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD6hOsZFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/v6DsjCXXjAQ/s1600-h/bday+10.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD6hOsZFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/v6DsjCXXjAQ/s1600-h/bday+10.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD6hOsZFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/v6DsjCXXjAQ/s320/bday+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635445943657554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD6FwdRTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/h50WH1F2zYg/s1600-h/bday+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD6FwdRTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/h50WH1F2zYg/s320/bday+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635438569080114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's so big now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Not just because he turned one, but because he's doing all these things I'm pretty sure Brody and Addie didn't do until they were older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like open doors. Inside &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And throw temper tantrums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And go up steps. All by himself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD5lNgjtI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-ZXgKvQzdjQ/s1600-h/bday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD5lNgjtI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-ZXgKvQzdjQ/s320/bday+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635429832560338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD5JNzpoI/AAAAAAAAAds/rjFim79W-IA/s1600-h/bday+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD5JNzpoI/AAAAAAAAAds/rjFim79W-IA/s320/bday+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635422317618818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD4lPIoDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UWp6OKNw34o/s1600-h/bday+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraD4lPIoDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UWp6OKNw34o/s320/bday+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635412659511346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love this baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Er....I mean &lt;i&gt;big boy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for more birthdays with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way....we just got a new, nice camera and these pictures are actually really good quality, but for some reason in between editing them and posting them, they don't look that great. Will have to work on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4662170373566214181?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4662170373566214181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4662170373566214181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4662170373566214181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4662170373566214181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/sams-party-was-yesterday.html' title='Sam&apos;s party'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SraFbSZsI8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/97gyfJ8hXxQ/s72-c/bday+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1870246966143887564</id><published>2009-09-16T09:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:28:28.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>updated wedding!</title><content type='html'>When I uploaded a video on blogger of the wedding pictures the video was so small you couldn't see it very well. So, I uploaded it to Youtube so you can expand it and see the pictures better (if you want to). You're welcome ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To expand it press the second button from the right on the bottom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards scroll down to see another new post! Luck you! Two in one day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJV6Ib2U2-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJV6Ib2U2-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1870246966143887564?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1870246966143887564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1870246966143887564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1870246966143887564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1870246966143887564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/updated-wedding.html' title='updated wedding!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5053250761924306815</id><published>2009-09-16T08:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:41:10.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baby is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he had is birthday this last saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his life has brought me endless joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is precious and perfect and hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he makes us smile and laugh and occasionally stuff our fingers in our ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is loud and friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he doesn't meet a stranger and I love that about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his face is constantly full of expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 months ago I was panicked at the idea of another baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, I can't imagine my life without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo4TACgLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GtIBONWvtKo/s1600-h/Sam+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo4TACgLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GtIBONWvtKo/s320/Sam+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382057608578498738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo3wna3GI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wRhn08uUcDA/s1600-h/Sam+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo3wna3GI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wRhn08uUcDA/s320/Sam+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382057599348431970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoPdAuabI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PV8JDhOvwGQ/s320/Sam+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056906891094450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo3YsT6XI/AAAAAAAAAck/kj5nURzUxHU/s1600-h/Sam+7.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo3YsT6XI/AAAAAAAAAck/kj5nURzUxHU/s320/Sam+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382057592926497138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo2zMfcwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NUp-ghFy2ws/s1600-h/Sam+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoOx2lcTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qct3NcBotOg/s1600-h/Sam+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoOx2lcTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Qct3NcBotOg/s320/Sam+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056895305838898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo2zMfcwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NUp-ghFy2ws/s1600-h/Sam+6.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo2zMfcwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NUp-ghFy2ws/s320/Sam+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382057582860923650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoOVRoK6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/0j-pwuc8cQc/s1600-h/Sam+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoOVRoK6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/0j-pwuc8cQc/s320/Sam+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056887634635682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoP0VFXMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JuciqO4L7fI/s1600-h/Sam+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoP0VFXMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JuciqO4L7fI/s1600-h/Sam+5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoP0VFXMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JuciqO4L7fI/s320/Sam+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056913150500034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoN1q3lgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cyFksLJkpDc/s1600-h/Sam+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDoN1q3lgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cyFksLJkpDc/s320/Sam+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056879150568962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;happy birthday sweet sam. we love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-5053250761924306815?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5053250761924306815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=5053250761924306815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5053250761924306815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/5053250761924306815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-one.html' title='sam'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SrDo4TACgLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GtIBONWvtKo/s72-c/Sam+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3677670014649481255</id><published>2009-09-14T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:40:51.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>wedding</title><content type='html'>Wow. What a weekend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It included, but was not limited to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rain...lots and lots of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a two hour long traffic jam with screaming kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting lost almost everywhere we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being late almost everywhere we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one hotel room + five people = no sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kids getting stuck in an elevator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby discovering his fear of elevators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting new people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing old faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of emotions, familiar and some new ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a new sister-in-law!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a little compilation of the pictures I took this weekend! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a56f18255fed657" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a56f18255fed657%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36D59A65375EE5DA60EAA828959FBCC66CA4C3A3.3F0340547306C25F66030CC3BD09C7E678001622%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a56f18255fed657%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVWfWnpEgySaU3u3D7kHf70FJVbE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a56f18255fed657%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36D59A65375EE5DA60EAA828959FBCC66CA4C3A3.3F0340547306C25F66030CC3BD09C7E678001622%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a56f18255fed657%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVWfWnpEgySaU3u3D7kHf70FJVbE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3677670014649481255?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3677670014649481255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3677670014649481255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3677670014649481255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3677670014649481255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding.html' title='wedding'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-7216261872265862739</id><published>2009-09-10T16:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:49:35.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><title type='text'>Tugging at my heart</title><content type='html'>Wow. Look what I stumbled upon today. A group of women devoted to giving to the needy around the world through the work of their hands. Their &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crafty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hands.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make blankets and hankies and hats and booties and dolls and sock monkeys for impoverished and needy children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely and forgotten children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burned and wounded children &lt;i&gt;throughout the world&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They post a project, then pray that there are women out there that have the heart to take the hours or minutes it takes to create these things and send them to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be honest with you. As I scrolled through the pictures of piles of tiny hand-knitted hats and booties for children thousands of miles away, I started to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What precious little feet would those booties cover? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            Dirty ones? Malnourished ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What arms would cuddle those handmade dolls and sock monkeys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Lonely ones that had been orphaned or abused? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Ones that were burned and scarred?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Women are awesome. I never get tired of that revelation. And I never get tired of our God who created us to have hearts that are tender for children and hands that work endlessly for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out their website....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crafthope.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crafthope.com/images/100x100.jpg" alt="Craft Hope Spreading seeds of hope one stitch at a time" width="100" height="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://crafthope.com/"&gt;Craft Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for these ladies' hearts and what they are doing to change the world. Clothing the poor and needy. Just what you have called us to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-7216261872265862739?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7216261872265862739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=7216261872265862739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7216261872265862739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/7216261872265862739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/tugging-at-my-heart.html' title='Tugging at my heart'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-2358756036506837981</id><published>2009-09-07T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:30:20.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Fashion Merchandising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Umm...hello?! Who has found their new calling?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAIGkehKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/t00fZ0CNdXc/s320/paper+doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378916575399019682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paper doll clothes!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Addie had her first homework assignment this weekend.  The sheet said it was really a "family assignment" (ie mom does, Addie watches). Decorate a paper doll with things around the house to look like Addie..... and be creative!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; loved making the doll clothes!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAIf2bJ9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/f6Iouz5dAS0/s1600-h/skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAI_-aO7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Cx4u6DAUtJI/s1600-h/closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAI_-aO7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Cx4u6DAUtJI/s320/closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378916590808611762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Addie designed the heart and belt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAIf2bJ9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/f6Iouz5dAS0/s1600-h/skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAIf2bJ9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/f6Iouz5dAS0/s320/skirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378916582185183186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We both designed the netting underneath and the pink converse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqW5iOzWPdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/doCrwpI2KC0/s320/Addie+paper+doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909327704079826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we should go into business? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-2358756036506837981?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2358756036506837981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=2358756036506837981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2358756036506837981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/2358756036506837981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/fashion-merchandising.html' title='Fashion Merchandising'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SqXAIGkehKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/t00fZ0CNdXc/s72-c/paper+doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-1267027755346075284</id><published>2009-09-01T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:52:43.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Big day has been moved!</title><content type='html'>So my precious little Sammie turns one on September 12. My brother is getting married on that same day, so we decided to have Sam's party the weekend before....September 5.....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Labor day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I thinking? That people actually make plans for that weekend and possibly even go out of town?! Never! We would be in town...so wouldn't everyone else? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recieving several (pretty much all) negative RSVPs, I just decided that we're going to postpone the party to September 19 instead. I want to celebrate Sam's life with as many of our friends and family as possible so it only makes since to move it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....if you were planning on coming (which you probably weren't...since no one really was), please change the date and come on the 19th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you weren't able to come this next weekend, please try to come on the 19th! We would love to see you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...if you didn't know anything about this party...please come too!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody and Addie both had wonderful memorable 1st birthday parties that meant so much to all of us. I can't imagine Sam having one with me, Mitch, Nana and Papa sitting around staring at him.....not too much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-1267027755346075284?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1267027755346075284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=1267027755346075284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1267027755346075284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/1267027755346075284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-day-has-been-moved.html' title='Big day has been moved!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-990445952297758380</id><published>2009-08-28T15:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:10:22.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Let's go for a ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New past time for the Fickey kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-376d80e51814b0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0376d80e51814b0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA687660AEFDE52628FE86823E284040D64DE33.A02178BBDBE763AB819CA31901EB9082CFEFA7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D376d80e51814b0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGhBwZSs-UdfGHIGiRvi_cXwciYs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0376d80e51814b0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA687660AEFDE52628FE86823E284040D64DE33.A02178BBDBE763AB819CA31901EB9082CFEFA7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D376d80e51814b0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGhBwZSs-UdfGHIGiRvi_cXwciYs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This next one is a few rides later....even funnier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (sorry for my loud "man-laugh"....does it really sound that masculine?! Yikes!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dede684d9ecdd542" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddede684d9ecdd542%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E560A72A07CD396AF873EC0753A5569E4881B34.328F9EC6E7864244662D8E22E855499759688473%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddede684d9ecdd542%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drai2h5gH-KQnr32z979tdDw6hBU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddede684d9ecdd542%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E560A72A07CD396AF873EC0753A5569E4881B34.328F9EC6E7864244662D8E22E855499759688473%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddede684d9ecdd542%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drai2h5gH-KQnr32z979tdDw6hBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self....next sewing project: recover Addie's pink gingham baby chair in a more boy-ish color so Sam can ride around in style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I let this happen in my house? Let my baby be dragged around and knocked over again and again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my first child was a baby?....definately not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my second was a baby?......probably not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my third? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's free game this time 'round, my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-990445952297758380?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=376d80e51814b0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dede684d9ecdd542&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/990445952297758380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=990445952297758380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/990445952297758380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/990445952297758380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-go-for-ride.html' title='Let&apos;s go for a ride'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3520652331949175822</id><published>2009-08-28T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:07:57.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>multiple personalites</title><content type='html'>Just a short post to let you know that I have ADD when it comes to designing my blog. I want to change it constantly. I pick one I like, then decide after a couple of days I don't like it so much. Have you noticed?&lt;div&gt;Sorry if it has confused any of you. Hopefully it just keeps it fresh and interesting so you keep coming back and reading my ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I like this one, so hopefully I will stick with it for a while. Maybe........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3520652331949175822?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3520652331949175822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3520652331949175822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3520652331949175822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3520652331949175822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/multiple-personalites.html' title='multiple personalites'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-3504908374125947212</id><published>2009-08-28T09:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:35:01.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Sew busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sew, I've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sew&lt;/span&gt; busy sewing these days (yes, I will continue to use 'sew' instead of 'so' throughout this post....cause it's funny...and cause I can).&lt;div&gt;My mother has sewed (or is it sewn?) my entire life. I think her creations (ie curtains, pillows, blankets, etc) have graced every home I have ever lived in. She is very talented and I'm sure wanted to share this skill with me from the time I was little, but I really wasn't interested until the last few years. But, now....it's like I can't turn my brain off from thinking about fabric and projects and "oh, I could sew that for in here"...or "I could re-cover that"...or "sure I'll make those pillows for you"...or "Addie's hair is in her face. She needs something for that...I could whip that out real quick".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sew (you didn't believe me, did you?), here are a few things I have worked on over the last month....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxETiEffI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UJKT9DQh1UI/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxETiEffI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UJKT9DQh1UI/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375029736554921458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addie's school bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxtNpNOrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F8xJJbYUE4U/s1600-h/headband+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxtNpNOrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F8xJJbYUE4U/s320/headband+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030439348878002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairbands for hair that I can no longer re-do all day (cause she's at school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spfxt5NAOGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/foMYc554V4M/s1600-h/headband+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spfxt5NAOGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/foMYc554V4M/s320/headband+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030451041744994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxtRuKUxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0vAnFDfckPg/s1600-h/headband+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxtRuKUxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0vAnFDfckPg/s320/headband+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030440443400978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxuCv0lqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q3_TwIpDkK0/s1600-h/material.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxuCv0lqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q3_TwIpDkK0/s320/material.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030453603702434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she will have 50 headbands by the time I'm done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spfxup2v_MI/AAAAAAAAAaE/29MtvuQPDzI/s1600-h/napmat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spfxup2v_MI/AAAAAAAAAaE/29MtvuQPDzI/s320/napmat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030464101743810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a preschool napmat for a friend's precious little 2 yr old girl who is a little reluctant about preschool. Maybe this will make her more excited about going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfyFi_j-VI/AAAAAAAAAaM/E0tfVKpE3bs/s1600-h/napmat+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfyFi_j-VI/AAAAAAAAAaM/E0tfVKpE3bs/s320/napmat+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030857396648274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Addie a little reluctant about modeling...say what?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfyF5bZQXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nSGQTUr00C8/s320/napmat+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030863418966386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfyGWaCD2I/AAAAAAAAAac/lD0gLtWnC2k/s320/vest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375030871197880162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and this is a fly fishing vest. Yes, that's what I said. Why make a fly fishing vest? Well, it was for our crazy friend that we met in Boston who fishes. It was his birthday. He is probably the only person in the world that might actually wear something this wild and tacky and possibly scare away all the fish. I love him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spf1bab-ufI/AAAAAAAAAa0/81o4w6vFKGg/s1600-h/vest+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spf1bab-ufI/AAAAAAAAAa0/81o4w6vFKGg/s320/vest+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034531591928306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a little sloppy basically because I had no idea what I was doing. I made the whole thing based off a picture I found on the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spf1b0t85iI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kNs5g6cBuEI/s1600-h/fly+fishing+vest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/Spf1b0t85iI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kNs5g6cBuEI/s320/fly+fishing+vest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034538646627874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sew close, I know.....but he was excited. Or at least pretended to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sew, there you have it. I love it. Even if they are not perfect. They are imagined, started and completed and that is the best part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you don't sew...don't be intimidated by that machine!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can do it!!!!&lt;/span&gt; It's all trial and error and screaming and cussing at the machine and tears and pin pricks and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;! So fun!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-3504908374125947212?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3504908374125947212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=3504908374125947212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3504908374125947212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/3504908374125947212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sew-busy.html' title='Sew busy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpfxETiEffI/AAAAAAAAAZc/UJKT9DQh1UI/s72-c/bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-4576852312605841385</id><published>2009-08-24T14:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:01:47.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Boo hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqGQ8S8VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lbJiYE6KLF4/s1600-h/DSC03442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqGQ8S8VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lbJiYE6KLF4/s320/DSC03442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614698754404690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this picture kills me. Seriously. I can't look at it without tearing up. When did she get so big?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6:15 came really early this morning. Both Brody and Addie woke up on their own (I'm sure that will change starting tomorrow) and stumbled into the kitchen where I was making a big fun breakfast (also something that will change starting tomorrow). They were so excited. I'm so glad they love school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn-PF0nRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/U1UWgEsIoys/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn-PF0nRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/U1UWgEsIoys/s320/DSC03432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373612361795280146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn9tmWTRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zwIzU_QJox0/s1600-h/DSC03431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn9tmWTRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zwIzU_QJox0/s320/DSC03431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373612352804900114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attempted to decorate the table as best I could with some extra stuff I had around (ie scrapbook paper, ribbon, stickers, and their new school shirts) A little make-shift, but the best I could do at that moment. They thought it was a grand celebration. The fact that they got to use "real glasses" was monumental to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn9LGJ4NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/41gmIC3hXJE/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn9LGJ4NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/41gmIC3hXJE/s320/DSC03434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373612343543062738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana drug herself out of bed this morning (also not a morning person) to come have breakfast with us and ride to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLr9rkn4LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Doa0jtVvwo8/s1600-h/DSC03438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLr9rkn4LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Doa0jtVvwo8/s320/DSC03438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373616750307303602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn-v-KgSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jwQWoFhSI9k/s1600-h/DSC03439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn-v-KgSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jwQWoFhSI9k/s320/DSC03439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373612370621530402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One last pose before the big 2 minute trip to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn-2Y9l4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/gIl9o3BxdRI/s1600-h/DSC03441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLn-2Y9l4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/gIl9o3BxdRI/s320/DSC03441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373612372344543106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The long walk. (after today they will ride the bus to and from school&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took Brody to his classroom first and apparently when your child gets to first grade, you don't hang out in the classroom and take pictures. There were no other parents in sight and Brody was actually the last one in the classroom (oops!). He was already a little embarassed because of that, so I didn't dare take a picture of him. But trust me, he was precious in his little desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took Addie to her class next. She is going to be in a dual-language program this year, which means her class is half english speakers and half spanish speakers and the instruction will be 90% in spanish. Scary!!! I have a lot of anxiety over this, but am trying to remember that the benefit of her being able to speak spanish in the long run, outweighs some of my little concerns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqHCTNFDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2By1Mi9zd1A/s1600-h/DSC03443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqHCTNFDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2By1Mi9zd1A/s320/DSC03443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614712003826738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy helping her find where to hang up her bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqGnYssRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WVhE3OBCqbU/s1600-h/DSC03444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqGnYssRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WVhE3OBCqbU/s320/DSC03444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614704779112722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At her table. Then we were supposed to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But....I lingered at the door for a few moments and snapped this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqHq_2-rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/wEXpf-h12aA/s1600-h/DSC03445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqHq_2-rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/wEXpf-h12aA/s320/DSC03445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614722928540338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She thought we had left. She didn't see me standing there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The look of anxiety on her face was heartbreaking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, we had to leave. I cannot protect her and walk her through everything. She has to experience life on her own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is now about 20 minutes from the time I get to walk out and meet their bus. I cannot wait to hear what happened today....good and bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you think she missed me? Probably not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; missed me? Definately not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I miss them? Every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss chattering Addie asking me a million and one questions and singing and dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss crazy Brody making Sam laugh (and scream occasionally) and always being helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But....luckily I have this little guy to keep me company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqH_FcxiI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gMTGs8KeLFo/s320/DSC03448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373614728320697890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He crawled under the stool and decided it was a pretty cool place to be...for about 30 seconds. Then completely panicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is precious and I am overjoyed that I get to do this all over again with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-4576852312605841385?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4576852312605841385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=4576852312605841385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4576852312605841385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/4576852312605841385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo hoo'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wS4VzHZV6TM/SpLqGQ8S8VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lbJiYE6KLF4/s72-c/DSC03442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-8618139055082317433</id><published>2009-08-21T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:20:01.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the official last day of summer. I don't count the weekend, because...well...it's the weekend. We have many weekends throughout the school year, but this was the last weekday they will not have to go to school (except holidays of course).&lt;div&gt;We couldn't just sit around here all day...so we went to the McKenna Children's Museum in New Braunfels. It was great! A perfect day for all three kids. Yes, even Sam. Since he is walking now, he is finally getting to get in on some of the fun that the other two get to partake in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out our pics from today and go there yourself! It's a great place to spend the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441354e7a67304e7a513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: museum" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441354e7a67304e7a513d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2672513184823403595-8618139055082317433?l=thefickeyfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8618139055082317433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2672513184823403595&amp;postID=8618139055082317433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8618139055082317433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2672513184823403595/posts/default/8618139055082317433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefickeyfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-official-last-day-of-summer.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004128711131199165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UHrHx11tRE/Tt-BcMapy_I/AAAAAAAABKw/J3NI-4A5W7I/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2672513184823403595.post-5488943214488283548</id><published>2009-08-19T22:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:25:50.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Mitch and I were so blessed to be able to take a trip to Boston to play last w
