<?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-2192703706444951973</id><updated>2012-02-27T13:22:41.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Mommmy Memoir</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1568806278075343458</id><published>2012-02-27T09:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T11:13:28.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESUp0p4F0RI/T0u43pqFhKI/AAAAAAAAED0/Miaf6SHEqtk/s1600/tired-mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESUp0p4F0RI/T0u43pqFhKI/AAAAAAAAED0/Miaf6SHEqtk/s400/tired-mommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713863818464298146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;So, in my second post today (yay for you) I thought I would offer a solution.  I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt; a problem without taking measures to fix it, is just complaining...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ok, by now you know the problem...lack of sleep!!  So, here's what I plan on doing about it (that &lt;/span&gt;sentence&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; sounds so 7th grade science fairish.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Be More Consistent:&lt;/b&gt; We have a strict bedtime routine that sadly does not work, and although we are consistent with the progression of events, we lack a &lt;/span&gt;definite&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; bedtime.  It's usually between 8:00 and 9:00 but can very depending on what's going on, mainly on the weekends when I put him to bed late so that I can sleep in on &lt;/span&gt;Saturday&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;.  Let's face it, 4:48 comes WAY too early!  Anyway, the experts say that consistency is key to more peaceful rest.  Looks like 9:00 will be the new bedtime through the summer and 8:00 during the winter.  That way I won't have to condition him to the time change...smart thinking if I do say so myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;2. Get The Bedroom Environment Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; - we have tried everything we can think of where this is concerned.  Light and no lights.  Sound machine and no sound machine.  Covers and no covers. Thin pillows and thick pillows.  Security toy and no security toy.  Warm room and cool room.  You name it, we've tried it.  I've talked with his daycare and they play &lt;/span&gt;lullabies&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; before &lt;/span&gt;nap-time&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;.  Can you guess what I'm picking up on the way home?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;3.  Create A Relaxing Environment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; - as you can imagine, my frustration and anxiety over bedtime doesn't help Eli's mood.  I'm working on remaining calm and less tense.  Additionally, I plan to use some &lt;/span&gt;aromatherapy&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; to help.  I'm a big believer in &lt;/span&gt;holistic&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; medicines and &lt;/span&gt;natural &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;remedies, so I think some &lt;/span&gt;eucalyptus&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; oil in the bathtub and some lavender &lt;/span&gt;diffusers &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;in the bedroom may help.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I also plan on letting him feed Nemo before bed because he really looks forward to that.  Additionally, I intend to read him a story nightly since hes likes books so much. I think those are relaxing yet rewarding activities that will easy the tension of bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Watch The Diet &lt;/b&gt;- I believe what we eat directly effects our mood and our bodies.  I know, I should be a rocket scientist....ha!  I'm not stuffing Eli full of candy and Mt. Dew before bedtime, but I'm not exactly monitoring every bite he eats either.   I plan on reducing sugar (even in fruits) after 6pm.  This means no more Sprite...poor guy!  Additionally, warm milk releases natural serotonin &lt;/span&gt;levels&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; into the body.  He'll be drinking a heaping cup while we read the books mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Prayer &lt;/b&gt;- and lots of it.  First of all for me.  God didn't give me this challenge for giggles, although I'm sure he's had a few.  He gave me this situation to bring Him glory!  Whether it's learning to lean on him for strength or to encourage another momma in her time of need, &lt;i&gt;rest&lt;/i&gt; assured, HE WILL BE &lt;/span&gt;GLORIED&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;!!  I need prayer for wisdom in when to be disciplining and when to be nurturing through this process.  I need prayer for patience in the process of training a child.  I need prayer for strength on the days I nearly fall asleep driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I need prayer to be a part of the bedtime process so that I can teach my son how to talk to our Heavenly Father, and to show Him that true peace (even from &lt;/span&gt;Captain&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Hook and bad dreams) comes from Christ alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I feel like I'm walking a fine line here.  One between obsession and discipline.  I need daily wisdom in teaching my child to sleep.  There is a difference between not being able to catch shut-eye, and not wanting to.  I so need discernment in those areas of gray.  Please pray for me, Eli and Eric as we once again start this journey toward rest that is so very needed in out home.  &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/2192703706444951973-1568806278075343458?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1568806278075343458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/solution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1568806278075343458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1568806278075343458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/solution.html' title='The Solution'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESUp0p4F0RI/T0u43pqFhKI/AAAAAAAAED0/Miaf6SHEqtk/s72-c/tired-mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2367733629714043165</id><published>2012-02-27T07:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T11:08:29.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tduKZudBILY/T0uBbL09X1I/AAAAAAAAEDo/oW_MEytHa6I/s1600/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713802856280973138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tduKZudBILY/T0uBbL09X1I/AAAAAAAAEDo/oW_MEytHa6I/s400/crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya'll this picture is my life! Actually, almost my life. Take the marriage bed and husband out of the equation, add a "big boy" bed in its place and...ta da...a night in the life of Morgan Watson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;If you have been following my blog for more than day you already know that Eli is the worst sleeper ever. PERIOD. Just last night I fought from 8:30 - 11:00 to get him to bed. He was up again at 1:00, 2:00 and 3:00. By the time I got him back down the last time, I just went ahead and came into work. Let me tell you, it's no fun getting 4 hours of sleep...at best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Throughout the past two years, six months and seventeen days (buts who's counting) my sleep deprivation has resulted in varying degrees of emotions and behaviors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Normally an easy going and steady lady, I have turned from a southern belle into the big bad wolf in the middle of the night, or just at bedtime for that manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Normally a logical, sensible women, I have on &lt;/span&gt;occasion&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; lost all practicalilty and become irrational to the point I make Cybil look normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Normally and mild and loving momma, I have become worse than Disney's faulest stepmother. I'm not lying. I make the witch in Sleeping Beauty look like Mother Theresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Normally "sunshine and roses," I have walked through the pits of severe depression. That's all I need to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I am here to tell you that sleep (or the lack thereof) effects virtually every area of your life. Let's explore...shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;**Disclaimer: these are in order of my schedule, not importance**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Career &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- simply put, I LOVE my job. It's a dream come true for me and some days it's my only source of normalcy. Even with the insane hours and stressful workload, it is an outlet for my creativity and the only place where I maintain any part of my former identity. However, a lack a sleep can lead to reduced &lt;/span&gt;concentration&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; which is detrimental in broadcast journalism and LIVE television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Health&lt;/b&gt; - I don't have to tell you this, but sleep is essential to our overall health. I have found that I tend to get more colds and sinus infections during times of reduced sleep. Plus my endometriosis becomes almost unbearable. My biggest problem in this area is my lack of exercise. Simply put, when it comes to hitting the gym or hitting the hay...I'm choosing the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;3. My Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; - I'll be the first to admit that during the early days of motherhood, I resented that Eric could sleep through endless wailing. I still hate that he is patient and &lt;/span&gt;unaffected&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; by lack of sleep while I'm a mad woman. Nonetheless, we have developed a system that works for us and I no longer resent his God-given ability to let things go. The big issue in marriage is the lack of time we actually have together. We're not headed for divorce or even the rocks. In fact, we are crazy, head-over heels in love... which is why I want to spend time alone with my man. You know, watching a movie, playing cards, talking. Long gone are those days. By the time I fight Eli to sleep (fight being the &lt;/span&gt;operative&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; word) I pass out in his bed and only move into ours when Eric wakes me. By that point I'm in a &lt;/span&gt;comatose&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; state all wrong for quality time. You get the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. My Home &lt;/b&gt;- I think it's safe to say that women set the tone for the home. Well let me tell you, by the time I sneak in a nap, attempt a workout and pick up Eli, it's time to throw dinner together with what is left in the cabinet since I never made it the grocery. Of course after the hour it takes me to putt through cleaning up, I have to get ready for the next day. This ends in me sniffing dirty clothes to see which are suitable for the next day since I was too tired do actually do laundry. Then comes bathtime which is slightly more relxing since I get to soak my feet in warm water while Eli plays. Of course any form of relaxation is temporary because following bathtime comes the dreaded bedtime ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;99% of the time, I can accept that this is my life, but it's that one percent that drives me almost crazy. The &lt;/span&gt;perfectionist&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;, "fix-it" mentality rears its ungly head, and I become the monster described above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Really, I live my life in extremes. 99% of the time, I just roll with it...the lack of sleep that is. While one percent of the time I make myself crazy trying to find a solution. So, I'm going for a balance. I'm looking for a way to be more consistent in dealing with our little situation. I want to be proactive and realistic at the same time. Letting it go works for my sanity, but isn't the best option for our well-being. Meanwhile trying to "fix it" is unrealistic and leads to frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;So, I am looking for solutions for a more positive bedtime routine that promotes obedience, serenity, and some much needed rest in the Watson home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "&gt;In the next post, I'll tell you more about what I have in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2367733629714043165?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2367733629714043165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2367733629714043165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2367733629714043165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-habits.html' title='Old Habits'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tduKZudBILY/T0uBbL09X1I/AAAAAAAAEDo/oW_MEytHa6I/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6621729186296999055</id><published>2012-02-24T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T10:36:25.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Man He Used To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ya'll, it's a sad day in the Watson home.  Our beloved dog, Louie, will be having surgery.  It's with mixed &lt;/span&gt;emotions&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; that I announce that Louie will be &lt;/span&gt;neutered&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; this morning.  Thus, he will no longer be the man he used to be...haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzJNUNsfrY/T0e68wgYXGI/AAAAAAAAEDg/DOLZq7eSRaQ/s1600/louie1.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzJNUNsfrY/T0e68wgYXGI/AAAAAAAAEDg/DOLZq7eSRaQ/s400/louie1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712740205318397026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is the day he joined our family last April.  He was a timid, care-free pup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSX1a8gjLow/T0e68eEf8II/AAAAAAAAEDQ/k0_MUvGPdug/s1600/louie2.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSX1a8gjLow/T0e68eEf8II/AAAAAAAAEDQ/k0_MUvGPdug/s400/louie2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712740200369614978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even last week he had no way of knowing how is life was about to change this very morning. Poor guy is getting lots of extra loving from us this weekend, especially Eric who feels particularly bad about the impending operation. So, no matter how bad your day, just be happy that you're not Louie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6621729186296999055?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6621729186296999055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-man-he-used-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6621729186296999055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6621729186296999055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-man-he-used-to-be.html' title='Not The Man He Used To Be'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNzJNUNsfrY/T0e68wgYXGI/AAAAAAAAEDg/DOLZq7eSRaQ/s72-c/louie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8151016145396583976</id><published>2012-02-23T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T11:37:24.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What I needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAGtJgwcEtA/T0Z4OZahjLI/AAAAAAAAEBw/MU9W8jeMeHQ/s1600/275493702175456493_zwX6pJ2Z_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAGtJgwcEtA/T0Z4OZahjLI/AAAAAAAAEBw/MU9W8jeMeHQ/s400/275493702175456493_zwX6pJ2Z_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712385366101691570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I apologize for my blogging absence.  It's been a busy week on so many different levels, and I'm just way behind.  Nonetheless, I had to share this quote I found on Pinterest today.  Sorta hit the nail on the head with this no-good, horribly rotten day I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to share better news tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8151016145396583976?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8151016145396583976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-what-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8151016145396583976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8151016145396583976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just What I needed'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAGtJgwcEtA/T0Z4OZahjLI/AAAAAAAAEBw/MU9W8jeMeHQ/s72-c/275493702175456493_zwX6pJ2Z_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3434516344455953658</id><published>2012-02-22T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T10:24:54.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J49mHI3T9Tc/T0e5aH-pw4I/AAAAAAAAEDE/BfIyQM3LmGw/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J49mHI3T9Tc/T0e5aH-pw4I/AAAAAAAAEDE/BfIyQM3LmGw/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712738510812332930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of the spring-like weather we've been having here in Kentucky, I thought I would show you these pinterest spring fashions that I'm LOVIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4K3KySRGyY/T0e5SwBJo7I/AAAAAAAAEC4/Jac29KI7yh4/s1600/spring4.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P4K3KySRGyY/T0e5SwBJo7I/AAAAAAAAEC4/Jac29KI7yh4/s400/spring4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712738384121275314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74SXpGc8ydA/T0e5SRun3bI/AAAAAAAAECs/Kb0_mWZgE3k/s1600/spring3.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74SXpGc8ydA/T0e5SRun3bI/AAAAAAAAECs/Kb0_mWZgE3k/s400/spring3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712738375990500786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVW6wdO8QBU/T0e5Rxm_nXI/AAAAAAAAECg/HZUD-Kekmnc/s1600/spring2.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVW6wdO8QBU/T0e5Rxm_nXI/AAAAAAAAECg/HZUD-Kekmnc/s400/spring2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712738367368568178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85xBzJjLPHg/T0e5RuFD1sI/AAAAAAAAECU/1C7x41TbYWA/s1600/spring1.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85xBzJjLPHg/T0e5RuFD1sI/AAAAAAAAECU/1C7x41TbYWA/s400/spring1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712738366420932290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I'm LOVIN the warm weather, and my sweet boys.  What are you LOVIN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3434516344455953658?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3434516344455953658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3434516344455953658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3434516344455953658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin_22.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J49mHI3T9Tc/T0e5aH-pw4I/AAAAAAAAEDE/BfIyQM3LmGw/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-426985044093095974</id><published>2012-02-21T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T10:14:48.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fat Tuesday Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMphFF0MuoI/T0e2kv5iFQI/AAAAAAAAEB8/2v4YA1T3CEg/s1600/chartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMphFF0MuoI/T0e2kv5iFQI/AAAAAAAAEB8/2v4YA1T3CEg/s400/chartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712735394792084738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Well I had planned on fixing some awesome &lt;/span&gt;Jambalaya&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; for dinner tonight and getting a King's Cake, but I forgot that Eric was going to be gone to Nashville to see the &lt;/span&gt;Predator's&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; play.  So instead, me and my stuffy nose are lounging on the couch, watching Dance Mom's and playing with Eli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I thought I would take this time to share with you one of my finer parenting moments that happened on Sunday.  I know this is going to shock you, but Eli still doesn't sleep through the night...ever!  For the most part, I have come to grips with the horrible reality, but I still have my moments of insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;After being up three times on Sunday night, I finally fell back asleep around 3:oo am.  Sadly, it didn't last too long.  You can imagine my frustration when I was awakened for the fourth time.  I sat up in bed, dramatically thew the covers back and announced to my sleeping husband, "I haven't slept in three years.  I'm never going to sleep again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Eric stirred only slightly at the commotion as I then jumped out of bed, flung my pillow around, and ran face-first straight into the wall.  I'm not even lying.  There is not, nor has there ever been a door on that wall.  I guess in all my exhaustion I was disoriented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Of course this only added to my frustration as I quickly yelled, "See, I'm so tired I'm running into things."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Ya'll Eric didn't miss a beat.  He pulled the covers back up over his shoulders, turned over, and continue to sleep like a baby...or like a baby should.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-426985044093095974?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/426985044093095974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/fat-tuesday-funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/426985044093095974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/426985044093095974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/fat-tuesday-funny.html' title='A Fat Tuesday Funny'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMphFF0MuoI/T0e2kv5iFQI/AAAAAAAAEB8/2v4YA1T3CEg/s72-c/chartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8149012273253689015</id><published>2012-02-18T10:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T10:18:00.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>Ya'll have probably already noticed this, but I love to take pictures. I'm really not good at it, but I love capturing the memories of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my Momma doesn't share the same sentiments. In fact, we have a family joke that you have to be dead before my parents will put your picture out. It's true. Our house was filled with photos of great grandparents, uncles aunts and other dead family members. Actually, there was one family picture with all of us in it, but it was one of those "Old Time" photos you get at cheesy tourist attractions. I guess since it looked old, they bent the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there are a few family albums with pictures that were taken on disposable cameras. I'm not even lying when I say that we would buy the Wal-Mart two pack (that's like 54 pictures) and it would last at least six months and sometimes a year. Can you please answer why my parents thought disposable cameras were an acceptable form of photography to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have a scanner to upload those high quality family photos. So, I have to rely on old pictures that cousins and friends post on our behalf. Here are a few I randomly came across this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxO-4-OFTnc/Tzva81cfGiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/8cwGZkSZUbo/s1600/family3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709397691295799842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxO-4-OFTnc/Tzva81cfGiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/8cwGZkSZUbo/s400/family3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was taken at my sister's send off party for Miss Teen America. If memory serves me correctly that was 2006. That was pretty much the only time in my life that I shared clothes with my sister....hate her skinny butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4tBFFVzk4U/Tzva7wYziRI/AAAAAAAAD50/ES5yKZTIIXc/s1600/family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709397672758315282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4tBFFVzk4U/Tzva7wYziRI/AAAAAAAAD50/ES5yKZTIIXc/s400/family2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was taken only one year later at my brother's Senior Night. I'd like to report that Lexington Christian Academy did in fact make it to the state finals that year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bH2NLzs3e2o/Tzva6oX0sZI/AAAAAAAAD5o/9P3z3nmv0Rc/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709397653426844050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bH2NLzs3e2o/Tzva6oX0sZI/AAAAAAAAD5o/9P3z3nmv0Rc/s400/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last picture was taken when I was three and my sister one. Pretty sure Mom was pregnant again. I think we rocked the sailor theme...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to call my siblings "friends." I'm even more blessed that my hair finally grew out over my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Saturday!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8149012273253689015?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8149012273253689015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8149012273253689015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8149012273253689015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxO-4-OFTnc/Tzva81cfGiI/AAAAAAAAD6A/8cwGZkSZUbo/s72-c/family3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5067613672098963030</id><published>2012-02-17T09:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T11:47:31.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Normally Thursdays are our Mommy/Son Days, but this week we decided to share the wealth with some friends we haven't seen in a while...Eli's girlfriends Emma, Macy and Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0JJ7nzR23k/Tz5xEa4q2XI/AAAAAAAAD-w/6omK_QyXwZI/s1600/P1012727.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0JJ7nzR23k/Tz5xEa4q2XI/AAAAAAAAD-w/6omK_QyXwZI/s400/P1012727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125698302794098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;Here are Eli and Macy crusing around the house.  I'll be a nervous wreck when they start driving real cars instead of choo-choo trains and Radio Fylers. At least Eli practices safety and wears a helmet while operating machinery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztrcjMKZ8nk/Tz5xCl-8mfI/AAAAAAAAD-g/-dn96NF1c5Y/s1600/P1012726.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztrcjMKZ8nk/Tz5xCl-8mfI/AAAAAAAAD-g/-dn96NF1c5Y/s400/P1012726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125666922174962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;The girls brought Eli a little Valentine Cupcake.  I have a feeling there may be love budding here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJgzaHM9Fwc/Tz5wuGrDsMI/AAAAAAAAD-U/C_viECaFLzk/s1600/P1012728.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJgzaHM9Fwc/Tz5wuGrDsMI/AAAAAAAAD-U/C_viECaFLzk/s400/P1012728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125314919870658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;They also snacked on Cheetos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_6KPixYrOo/Tz5wtuxr1GI/AAAAAAAAD-E/cGxRx9urETw/s1600/P1012730.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_6KPixYrOo/Tz5wtuxr1GI/AAAAAAAAD-E/cGxRx9urETw/s400/P1012730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125308505216098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;and Eli stole a few kisses. Could this be my future daughter-in-law??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxir1LjsAHQ/Tz5wqTlx2DI/AAAAAAAAD98/p4qV4KCFlc0/s1600/P1012731.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxir1LjsAHQ/Tz5wqTlx2DI/AAAAAAAAD98/p4qV4KCFlc0/s400/P1012731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125249667913778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Oh yeah, they ate some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; and snuggled in the chair.  All &lt;/span&gt;appropriated&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; at this age, but not so much in the teenage years...ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEmpT__GpAE/Tz5wohSDOVI/AAAAAAAAD9s/WtNiEKxzpks/s1600/P1012733.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEmpT__GpAE/Tz5wohSDOVI/AAAAAAAAD9s/WtNiEKxzpks/s400/P1012733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125218983524690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;So precious are these three!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkUjV1f4xyA/Tz5wmp-kHuI/AAAAAAAAD9g/0IhytrlfJt0/s1600/P1012734.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkUjV1f4xyA/Tz5wmp-kHuI/AAAAAAAAD9g/0IhytrlfJt0/s400/P1012734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710125186957975266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;Oh, and their Momma made us this wonderful tile for our kitchen.  No doubt about it, we're crazy for the Lindsey Girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5067613672098963030?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5067613672098963030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/girl-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5067613672098963030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5067613672098963030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/girl-friends.html' title='Girl Friends'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0JJ7nzR23k/Tz5xEa4q2XI/AAAAAAAAD-w/6omK_QyXwZI/s72-c/P1012727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-4214126143718225336</id><published>2012-02-15T10:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:45:17.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUHux80KF44/TzvddJOxX0I/AAAAAAAAD78/U1j_D6duPtM/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUHux80KF44/TzvddJOxX0I/AAAAAAAAD78/U1j_D6duPtM/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709400445386055490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://littledaisymay.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I'm Lovin' Wednesda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;y&lt;/a&gt;, so I'm linking up with Jamie to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXXyE5DjRaw/TzvdcdmFW1I/AAAAAAAAD7w/Q57z1NrtBUc/s1600/engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXXyE5DjRaw/TzvdcdmFW1I/AAAAAAAAD7w/Q57z1NrtBUc/s400/engagement.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709400433672674130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For starters, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that four years ago today Eric asked me to be his wife.  It will always be one on the happiest moments of my life.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've Lovin'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that after all this time he still takes my breath away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmKwwcqj3g/Tzvdb-QmbeI/AAAAAAAAD7k/kyMLEsCmHMI/s1600/gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmKwwcqj3g/Tzvdb-QmbeI/AAAAAAAAD7k/kyMLEsCmHMI/s400/gracie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709400425261067746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the newest member of our family.  On my mom's side there are seven kids, twenty-one grandkids, twenty-one great grand kids, one on way and who knows how many more  in the future.  &lt;/div&gt;&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;I guess it's appropriate to say that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; being from a big family.&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;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that my mom says, "We're not Catholic, just horny protestants."  Haha!&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' that woman's sass!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fz8ZsVXEh-4/Tzvdbgy9laI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/gM1v6P6P3Yg/s1600/outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fz8ZsVXEh-4/Tzvdbgy9laI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/gM1v6P6P3Yg/s400/outfit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709400417352127906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;this cute winter look I found on Pinterst along with this sweet quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CG5bW3p-aPg/Tzvdab1vRLI/AAAAAAAAD7M/brqlUrPYsuo/s1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CG5bW3p-aPg/Tzvdab1vRLI/AAAAAAAAD7M/brqlUrPYsuo/s400/sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709400398841726130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as always, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my boys!&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/2192703706444951973-4214126143718225336?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4214126143718225336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4214126143718225336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4214126143718225336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin_15.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUHux80KF44/TzvddJOxX0I/AAAAAAAAD78/U1j_D6duPtM/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7071796279214187027</id><published>2012-02-14T09:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T11:34:01.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I'm not big on Valentine's Day.   I think it brings a sad awareness to those waiting for the blessing of companionship God brings in a mate.  It also becomes a competition to see who can do more, or in some cases who can get more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Nonetheless&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;, Eric and I always celebrate. It's funny how it all changes.  Our first year we went to dinner at an upscale restaurant downtown.  The next year we went on a lovers get-a-way.  Once Eli came along we had candlelight dinners after he went to bed.  Today we went to lunch together before heading to the pet store to buy Eli his gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILwexBpO3gE/Tz5v64aL_2I/AAAAAAAAD9U/shru24P3AoU/s1600/P1012718.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILwexBpO3gE/Tz5v64aL_2I/AAAAAAAAD9U/shru24P3AoU/s400/P1012718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710124434917687138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards I had to pick up Eric's surprise and get Eli. He was so excited about getting Valentine's from friends at school.  His were Batman(much to my display), but I let him choose and that's what he wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pl7qrOSouhw/Tz5v5cDYk-I/AAAAAAAAD9I/M2fEIBQBlvE/s1600/P1012719.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pl7qrOSouhw/Tz5v5cDYk-I/AAAAAAAAD9I/M2fEIBQBlvE/s400/P1012719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710124410125980642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so proud showing off all his candy and letters while I whipped up some special treats for my Valentines.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5goID1tWN_c/Tz5vkThucwI/AAAAAAAAD84/eaFL-cG77lo/s1600/P1012722.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5goID1tWN_c/Tz5vkThucwI/AAAAAAAAD84/eaFL-cG77lo/s400/P1012722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710124047060071170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate by candlelight the dinning room enjoying some wonderful pasta.  As you can tell from Eli's appearance, we didn't dress up for the occasion.  I guess that's what happens after you have kids.  Even so, he loved the special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuYHHvGPpac/Tz5vkPg95KI/AAAAAAAAD8s/VV5h2YxRFbs/s1600/P1012724.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuYHHvGPpac/Tz5vkPg95KI/AAAAAAAAD8s/VV5h2YxRFbs/s400/P1012724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710124045983147170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we exchanged gifts and were nice enough to get Louie a bone and some treats. I got Eric some fresh tea from a place downtown and he lavished me with lots of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86u1gG0E47Q/Tz5vi22D-ZI/AAAAAAAAD8k/x48Qj4wgVrA/s1600/P1012735.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86u1gG0E47Q/Tz5vi22D-ZI/AAAAAAAAD8k/x48Qj4wgVrA/s400/P1012735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710124022180870546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He always gets me a single rose.  I'm not big on flowers because I think they are a waste of money and end up dying.  A single rose is so thoughtful and romantic.  He also got me tickets to see Leigh Anne Touhey and he ordered me her book.  I enjoyed both of those earlier this month.  Additionally he bought me Andes Mints and Dove Chocolate which are always a staple on special occasions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, he made a wonderful DVD telling the story of us.  It was the most perfect and precious gift.  He put so much time into not only producing the video, but also expressing is love and appreciation for me.  It melted my heart into flubber.  I love that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7fWXOuxWIs/Tz5vgrikBeI/AAAAAAAAD8U/40wwB_FNuFI/s1600/P1012739.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7fWXOuxWIs/Tz5vgrikBeI/AAAAAAAAD8U/40wwB_FNuFI/s400/P1012739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710123984786556386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, this is the 3D card he made me as the album cover.  It actually pops up when you open it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4QVEtIDMJA/Tz5vgbPvWhI/AAAAAAAAD8I/uft2sx0NKSk/s1600/P1012742.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4QVEtIDMJA/Tz5vgbPvWhI/AAAAAAAAD8I/uft2sx0NKSk/s400/P1012742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710123980412639762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, it was time to surprise Eli with his gift...NEMO!!  Every time we asked him what he wanted for Valentine's Day this is what he said.  So, we scored a Nemo Aquarium for $16 at the pet store.  I have a feeling we may go through a few fish, but lucky for us they all look the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had a wonderful day celebrating the loves in your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7071796279214187027?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7071796279214187027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-funny-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7071796279214187027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7071796279214187027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ILwexBpO3gE/Tz5v64aL_2I/AAAAAAAAD9U/shru24P3AoU/s72-c/P1012718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8870197834134894243</id><published>2012-02-13T08:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T11:27:38.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift Of Giving</title><content type='html'>Sometimes God speaks to us in a whisper.  It's in the bustling of the wind, or in the eyes of a child.  Sometimes he speaks to us through music, words, or creativity.  And sometimes he stands up, yells our name, jumps up and down and flails his hands until we are forced to listen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a mommy I get this.  Sometimes Eli says my name, and I immediately turn my attention his way.  Other times, I'm distracted by my circumstance, my chores, the noise around me.  It's then that he starts to yell or scurry around to get my attention.  I'm easily distracted, and truth be know, I bet you are too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would venture to say that work, motherhood, daily routines, DVR'd programs and a thousand other responsibilities have you distracted.  If you're like me, I bet you pray, read the word and maybe even meditate on it, but sometimes it takes God repeatedly exposing a truth to you before your heart truly listens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such is the case with me.  If you recall my goals for 2012, you know that Stewardship has been on my heart.  I thought this would mean learning to better balance by time and my checkbook.  I thought I would read a few books on financial planning...and ta da...I'm a money wiz.  That was my goal anyway.  It wasn't God's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the coarse of the past few weeks I have been using my quiet time to read through articles and Biblical advice about money.  From the start, Crown Ministries made it clear that we should see EVERYTHING as God's...not just our tithe.  Then I started reading the story of Sean and Leigh Anne Tuohy who are the real life couple behind the Blind Side.  I thought the book would be about their journey to becoming NFL Parents.  Not Quite.  They talk openly about GIVING freely and cheerfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally the combination of these two worlds colliding (my spiritual and secular reads) started the the wheels churning in my head.  Actually, I think a more accurate explanation would be that the Holy Spirit began soften my heart to the command of giving.  I was inspired, convicted and eager to give all at once.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what happened next, right?  I adopted a 6'6", 350 lb football player from the inner-city of Memphis!!  Not quite.  Actually, I got up and went to church yesterday morning. It was there that I heard a sermon on... Giving...gasp!!  Yeah, I see a theme here too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll the truth is, I'm not a generous person.  I share well, but that's more for convenience.  I mean I was one of three kids growing up, I had to share a dorm in college and now a bathroom with my husband.  Sharing and giving are two completely different things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband on the other hand is giving.  If someone needs money, he gives it.  It someone needs a favor, he grants it.  No matter what it is, Eric is willing to give of himself, his time and his resources. Before we got married his parents told me that he had a heart for the poor.  One time when he was in elementary school a classmate didn't have a costume to wear for the their Halloween Party, so Eric came home and made the other child a mask using a paper plate and yarn.  Even then, he couldn't stand the thought of someone going without. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be candid I'm not really that way.  I want to know WHY someone needs money and what they intend on doing with it.  I want to WHY you need a favor and how long it will take.  I'm short on funds and time...thus, I must be "wise" with my resources.  Wait, do I mean stingy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm being honest, this whole idea of giving has been accumulating for a while now.  Before I married Eric, I was never once approached for money.  Not once.  I'd venture to say that in the past three and half years I have been hit up for money from strangers at least 10 times.  You know what, Eric always gives.  He never asks questions, and if his wallet is empty, he grieves over not being able to help.  I tease his saying "well just give them the credit card."  Not so funny.  He tells me that it's not his place to turn down a Child of God in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the grace of our Father, Eric's heart for the poor has changed mine.  While I have still never given just money, I have on occasion taken a meal the homeless man on the street or bought groceries for the lady in front of me who had to return some stuff to the cart for lack of funds.  I've even been known to give friends a ride to and from the car repair shop without complaining, but that's about it.  Sad...isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do tithe.  Again this more from fear of being struck my a lightening bolt than it is from wanting to give back to the Lord.  I hate the sound the preferated edge makes as I rip the check out of the book and put it in the offering plate.  Again...I'm being real.  What's even worse, I feel proud that I tithe.  I will hear a sermon on giving and I mentally check that off my list.  I'm in the less than 4 percent of Christians who obey this command, mental high-fives to self....can you say "inward pride?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the Grace of God, my heart has been softened over the course of the past few weeks.  I not only want to give, I want to do it freely and abundantly.  I cheerfully wrote the tithe check yesterday, and I can not wait to give a friend of mine some clothes I was going to consign. I want to give of my time, my talent, and my resources.  As my pastor said, I want to "live within my means, and give beyond my means."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how what was supposed to be a "tight month" has ended in surplus for Eric and I despite the giving we've been able to do.  The Lord is amazing in his provision when we are willing give.  This has been a spiritual awakening unlike any I have ever experienced, and I look forward to learning more about and practicing &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;the gift of giving&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8870197834134894243?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8870197834134894243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/gift-of-giving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8870197834134894243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8870197834134894243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/gift-of-giving.html' title='The Gift Of Giving'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5165402357903436159</id><published>2012-02-12T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:54:30.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Today Hospice Of Southern Kentucky had it's annual "Chocolate Festival" which is a major fundraising event.  Basically chefs from across the community bring their best chocolate dishes for families to sample as they walk through the convention center.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABMeVpgqxTs/Tz5x9t-tdFI/AAAAAAAAD_o/dD9zOUoqfdY/s1600/P1012711.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABMeVpgqxTs/Tz5x9t-tdFI/AAAAAAAAD_o/dD9zOUoqfdY/s400/P1012711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710126682680947794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Well, one of the main attractions is the Celebrity Cookie Eating Contest.  The celebrity title is a little far fetched, but since the station needed to be &lt;/span&gt;represented&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;, I agreed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oL0D5wy1D1o/Tz5x7o97ZgI/AAAAAAAAD_c/EkiNFZ-QYSk/s1600/P1012707.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oL0D5wy1D1o/Tz5x7o97ZgI/AAAAAAAAD_c/EkiNFZ-QYSk/s400/P1012707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710126646975751682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladylike, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKuLrXm8qQw/Tz5x6eMKdsI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/_SEAT_U0O_Y/s1600/P1012709.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKuLrXm8qQw/Tz5x6eMKdsI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/_SEAT_U0O_Y/s400/P1012709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710126626902800066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me before the Oreo eating began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjdFvC44eEc/Tz5x5YQgXGI/AAAAAAAAD_E/cK0rcCLmqLw/s1600/P1012712.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjdFvC44eEc/Tz5x5YQgXGI/AAAAAAAAD_E/cK0rcCLmqLw/s400/P1012712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710126608130530402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up eating 10 cooking in two minutes which put me in Third Place.  I'm not sure if I should be proud or ashamed.  Haha!  The winner did in fact eat 24 cookies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbfg0v3uXIs/Tz5x3gSMxzI/AAAAAAAAD-4/VSJXc1Liiak/s1600/P1012713.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbfg0v3uXIs/Tz5x3gSMxzI/AAAAAAAAD-4/VSJXc1Liiak/s400/P1012713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710126575925380914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it will be a while before I want to see another Oreo, but I'll always have the memories of this wonderful face thanks to my ever so supportive and wonderfully accommodating husband.  Fun times!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5165402357903436159?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5165402357903436159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/chocolate-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5165402357903436159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5165402357903436159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/chocolate-festival.html' title='Chocolate Festival'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABMeVpgqxTs/Tz5x9t-tdFI/AAAAAAAAD_o/dD9zOUoqfdY/s72-c/P1012711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5531969014549503610</id><published>2012-02-11T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:47:26.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Corvette Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't really have too much going on in the Watson home today, so Eric and I decided to take Eli to the National Corvette Museum, which is quite literally in our back yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rkd2ZPKEcg/Tz50G-LXnoI/AAAAAAAAEBg/UREglAJ9hDQ/s1600/P1012683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rkd2ZPKEcg/Tz50G-LXnoI/AAAAAAAAEBg/UREglAJ9hDQ/s400/P1012683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710129040671088258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started out little outing with lunch at the Corvette Cafe which is a cute 1950's Diner on the campus.  Eli enjoyed the car toy he got in the Happy Meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0DZJqh1TQI/Tz50GJ82KaI/AAAAAAAAEBU/HPZD7OuNK7I/s1600/P1012684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r0DZJqh1TQI/Tz50GJ82KaI/AAAAAAAAEBU/HPZD7OuNK7I/s400/P1012684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710129026651531682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile Eric enjoyed looking at the cars and the Corvette memorabilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTwTeYaCmm0/Tz50Fn0qtwI/AAAAAAAAEBI/9x9YgD8vf-4/s1600/P1012686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTwTeYaCmm0/Tz50Fn0qtwI/AAAAAAAAEBI/9x9YgD8vf-4/s400/P1012686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710129017490421506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli thought every single red car was Lightening McQueen and every blue one was Dinoco.  Bless their hearts, my boy were in heaven...especially Eli who stayed about half an hour in the ball-pit in their "It's A Nano World" science exhibit.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZYl2V05O4o/Tz5y3N3kYzI/AAAAAAAAEAk/h5hS_Tz4i6Q/s1600/P1012700.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZYl2V05O4o/Tz5y3N3kYzI/AAAAAAAAEAk/h5hS_Tz4i6Q/s400/P1012700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710127670493471538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the Watson men daydreaming about their future car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89WuiV4jvkU/Tz5y0sfPUeI/AAAAAAAAEAY/Dpxho_7MOXw/s1600/P1012703.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89WuiV4jvkU/Tz5y0sfPUeI/AAAAAAAAEAY/Dpxho_7MOXw/s400/P1012703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710127627173319138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, Eli worked his magic on one of the museum employees who let us get inside this beautiful, blue vette and day dream a little more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsuISHVaydw/Tz5yxznroTI/AAAAAAAAEAA/fd1uYSvdQaw/s1600/P1012705.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UsuISHVaydw/Tz5yxznroTI/AAAAAAAAEAA/fd1uYSvdQaw/s400/P1012705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710127577548169522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our little outing we went buy Sam's Club to buy groceries for the week and we even picked up BBQ for Sunday lunch.  After that it was a pretty low key evening for me and my boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5531969014549503610?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5531969014549503610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/national-corvette-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5531969014549503610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5531969014549503610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/national-corvette-museum.html' title='National Corvette Museum'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rkd2ZPKEcg/Tz50G-LXnoI/AAAAAAAAEBg/UREglAJ9hDQ/s72-c/P1012683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-668637779871105669</id><published>2012-02-10T08:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:29:12.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time With Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ox5f4CqcvGE/TzptCvlFktI/AAAAAAAAD5c/Xp2yqykhK0o/s1600/dennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ox5f4CqcvGE/TzptCvlFktI/AAAAAAAAD5c/Xp2yqykhK0o/s400/dennis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708995371544711890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know we just had  Story Time with Eli, but I had to share this.  Last night Eli wanted to watch football.  Of course the season is over, so I dug through my movie collection and came out with the Blind Side. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the scene of Michael's first football game, a member of the opposing team says something along the lines of "Hey fat*ss, there's more of that all night."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, I think nothing of it.  It's maybe one of three curse words in the whole movie.  Sadly, Eli's two year-old year ears picked up on the vulgar speech.  On the very next play, Micheal Oher blocks the opposing team's player by pushing him down the field.  To this Eli starts yelling, "Way to go fat*ss."  "Yay, fat*ss!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll, I was horrified!!  All I could say was, "Eli,  we don't use that word."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His response, "Okay Momma."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it.  He's never once uttered it again.  I talked with his daycare teacher to warn her, mainly because I don't want them thinking we use that language.  Luckily, she assures me that he's never said anything.  Needless to say, we are now censoring what Eli watches!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of the mouths of babes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-668637779871105669?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/668637779871105669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-time-with-eli_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/668637779871105669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/668637779871105669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-time-with-eli_10.html' title='Story Time With Eli'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ox5f4CqcvGE/TzptCvlFktI/AAAAAAAAD5c/Xp2yqykhK0o/s72-c/dennis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6757322651033940398</id><published>2012-02-09T10:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:07:46.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was one of those days around the Watson home.  You know exactly what I'm talking about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days&lt;/i&gt; where your husband pulls a muscle in his back and is sent home from the doctor on bed rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days&lt;/i&gt; you drop your housework, bail on the diet and sit around watching movies and eating fast food so that your husband feels loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QG3cjhat3A/TzPwYbBZ9qI/AAAAAAAAD4M/VuRczb8gt9c/s1600/P1012671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QG3cjhat3A/TzPwYbBZ9qI/AAAAAAAAD4M/VuRczb8gt9c/s400/P1012671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707169455169730210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was &lt;i&gt;one of those day&lt;/i&gt;s where your 80 lb dog decides to sleep on your injured husband's chest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days &lt;/i&gt;when you do 30 loads of laundry and still can't find the pants you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those day&lt;/i&gt;s where you pull a "dry clean only" shirt out of the wash...oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xupa19pri9k/TzPwXY1T8FI/AAAAAAAAD4A/nNJ2Wzw1Moc/s1600/P1012675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xupa19pri9k/TzPwXY1T8FI/AAAAAAAAD4A/nNJ2Wzw1Moc/s400/P1012675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707169437402263634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was&lt;i&gt; one of those days&lt;/i&gt; were it takes an act of Congress to cook a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those&lt;/i&gt; days were your son dumps a bag of cheese on the kitchen chair just as you finish cleaning up from dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One those days&lt;/i&gt; that your playroom looks like this and you could care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfrRrKO9v5o/TzPwXABZTdI/AAAAAAAAD30/UCg35hDTc7E/s1600/P1012676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfrRrKO9v5o/TzPwXABZTdI/AAAAAAAAD30/UCg35hDTc7E/s400/P1012676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707169430742060498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was &lt;i&gt;one of those days&lt;/i&gt; that is quite literally insanely normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days&lt;/i&gt; where &lt;b&gt;I praise God&lt;/b&gt; for a man to nurse back to health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days &lt;/i&gt;where &lt;b&gt;I praise God &lt;/b&gt;for having too much food instead of not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days&lt;/i&gt; where &lt;b&gt;I praise God&lt;/b&gt; for the laughter found in an 80 lb dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days&lt;/i&gt; where &lt;b&gt;I praise God&lt;/b&gt; for clothes to wear even if it means extra laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days &lt;/i&gt;where &lt;b&gt;I praise God&lt;/b&gt; for a happy, healthy little boy even if he does slow me down and make messes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of those days &lt;/i&gt;where &lt;b&gt;I praise God&lt;/b&gt; for a home to mess up and enough spaces to even have a playroom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was &lt;i&gt;one of those days&lt;/i&gt; that the blessings of my life far outweigh the stresses, &lt;i&gt;one of the days &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I praise God&lt;/b&gt; for the chaos, and the joy it brings into our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it was &lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;one of those days&lt;/i&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/2192703706444951973-6757322651033940398?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6757322651033940398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6757322651033940398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6757322651033940398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QG3cjhat3A/TzPwYbBZ9qI/AAAAAAAAD4M/VuRczb8gt9c/s72-c/P1012671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-989363801274260275</id><published>2012-02-08T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T10:31:39.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SONkZL149Rs/TzPyIdjcUeI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/TYZpjK24jJw/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SONkZL149Rs/TzPyIdjcUeI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/TYZpjK24jJw/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707171379994710498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;**Disclaimer: I keep forgetting to hit "post."  That's why everything is a day off...my bad!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya'll, it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I'm LOVIN' Wednesday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, so I'm linking up with Jamie to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that we are half way through the work week and that it's moving super fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that we could get a little snow Friday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W57z34FaaEA/TzPyHzGK66I/AAAAAAAAD5E/zpup9-9z3FY/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W57z34FaaEA/TzPyHzGK66I/AAAAAAAAD5E/zpup9-9z3FY/s400/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707171368597646242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/b&gt; the Toughey family from "The Blind Side."&lt;/div&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;Also, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that my super awesome husband is feeding my obsession for them by ordering me their book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNIrzlvrXZo/TzPyHokWBbI/AAAAAAAAD40/lkY6SOXmQio/s1600/quote.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/-tNIrzlvrXZo/TzPyHokWBbI/AAAAAAAAD40/lkY6SOXmQio/s400/quote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707171365771412914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this qu0te I found on Pinterest.  I think it it pretty much sums up Michael Oher's story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENHpwxxmLaU/TzPyHt8oBxI/AAAAAAAAD4s/8lBFuRajASI/s1600/winter%2Bcut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENHpwxxmLaU/TzPyHt8oBxI/AAAAAAAAD4s/8lBFuRajASI/s400/winter%2Bcut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707171367215433490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we are talking about pinterest finds, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this perfect winter look.  It's so warm and bright at the same time.   Valentine's inspiration??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;I'm LOVIN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' these wall stickers I found at the Dollar Tree.  Ya'll know I'm not about to allow them in the bedroom, so Little Man better enjoy them on the back of the closet door...haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rom9uyGUSEg/TzPwul59SsI/AAAAAAAAD4g/tDg-SuyQDe0/s1600/P1012681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rom9uyGUSEg/TzPwul59SsI/AAAAAAAAD4g/tDg-SuyQDe0/s400/P1012681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707169836048403138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm LOVIN' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;my boys.  What are you lovin' today?&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/2192703706444951973-989363801274260275?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/989363801274260275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/989363801274260275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/989363801274260275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin_08.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SONkZL149Rs/TzPyIdjcUeI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/TYZpjK24jJw/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5432379941983904812</id><published>2012-02-07T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:33:50.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time With Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtMhilvg4-0/TzFe8nK-FQI/AAAAAAAAD3o/yqPrZFmzbuE/s1600/dennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtMhilvg4-0/TzFe8nK-FQI/AAAAAAAAD3o/yqPrZFmzbuE/s400/dennis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706446598255285506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking the other day that it had been a long time since we had done &lt;i&gt;Story Time With Eli&lt;/i&gt;, and that he hadn't given me much new material to work with...until last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, we've been working on the whole potty training thing but continue to have accidents from time to time.  Last night was one such occasion.  After becoming aware of an offensive odor, I checked the rooms for dog poop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, there was none.  Unfortunately the smell did not go away, so I checked Eli's Pull-Up only to find a blowout.  I mean it gross.  So while I was cleaning up the nastyness, I was lecturing my little stinker about using the big boy potty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He waits until I'm done, and says with all seriousness, "Mommy, Eli fawted (farted) and it just came out."  Haha!!  I was rolling in the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE. THIS. BOY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5432379941983904812?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5432379941983904812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-time-with-eli.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5432379941983904812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5432379941983904812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-time-with-eli.html' title='Story Time With Eli'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtMhilvg4-0/TzFe8nK-FQI/AAAAAAAAD3o/yqPrZFmzbuE/s72-c/dennis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3771440479205746977</id><published>2012-02-05T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:55:30.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a great weekend visiting my family in Lexington.  Of course we left on Friday night and ate Subway in the van.  Eric ended up in the back seat, so that our ginormous dog could sit in the front. Ha!  Don't ya'll know we were a sight for sore eyes?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_QxxAi-X88/TzBnQICgMMI/AAAAAAAADzU/FJpSJzrXD7M/s1600/P1012647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_QxxAi-X88/TzBnQICgMMI/AAAAAAAADzU/FJpSJzrXD7M/s400/P1012647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706174254611968194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning Eric and I went for a run before heading to lunch with my dad's side of the family.  Here we are all the grandchildren minus my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkx9yxpCIvU/TzBmucNrwBI/AAAAAAAADzI/ta4D53MMn1I/s1600/P1012649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkx9yxpCIvU/TzBmucNrwBI/AAAAAAAADzI/ta4D53MMn1I/s400/P1012649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706173675912019986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so sad because my Papaw had no idea who anyone was.  Alzheimer's is so cruel! The blessing in all of this is that my family knows  laughter can cure any circumstance of it's pain.  So that is how we survive.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-3punNhJRE/TzBmt1LzniI/AAAAAAAADy8/lCn7Zp56_Hw/s1600/P1012653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-3punNhJRE/TzBmt1LzniI/AAAAAAAADy8/lCn7Zp56_Hw/s400/P1012653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706173665435164194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending the afternoon with my grandparents and doing a little Goodwill shopping, my mom and I spruced up for "A Night With Leigh Anne."  Leigh Anne Touhey (real-life mom from The Blind Side) spoke in Lexington.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever have the chance to go hear her..do!  It was beyond incredible.  She is such a little spitfire and so spunky.  A true Southern Belle...I loved it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we ate dinner and just enjoyed some overdue girl time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JA29oarPTM/TzBmtXiTnoI/AAAAAAAADyw/2A-7tssLu30/s1600/P1012656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JA29oarPTM/TzBmtXiTnoI/AAAAAAAADyw/2A-7tssLu30/s400/P1012656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706173657476472450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--leDLCMUD1s/TzBms1onfHI/AAAAAAAADyk/MruWOxGRxQk/s1600/P1012655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--leDLCMUD1s/TzBms1onfHI/AAAAAAAADyk/MruWOxGRxQk/s400/P1012655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706173648376134770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We slept in on Sunday and ate a big lunch with my family before heading back to our Super Bowl Party.  The departure wasn't too bad because Eli was ready to see Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSHKXqgKRIE/TzBmsmNbG7I/AAAAAAAADyY/vp2PU4BDEgQ/s1600/P1012660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSHKXqgKRIE/TzBmsmNbG7I/AAAAAAAADyY/vp2PU4BDEgQ/s400/P1012660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706173644235545522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ug3plkh0F64/TzBiT7ukheI/AAAAAAAADx0/wi2F2A2sbRg/s1600/P1012661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ug3plkh0F64/TzBiT7ukheI/AAAAAAAADx0/wi2F2A2sbRg/s400/P1012661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706168822468478434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a LONG ride back to southern Kentucky thanks to our co-pilot, Louie The Great White Pyrenees.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEF5G6_WiEw/TzBiTj0O7UI/AAAAAAAADxo/pQH6LlYP8AA/s1600/P1012666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEF5G6_WiEw/TzBiTj0O7UI/AAAAAAAADxo/pQH6LlYP8AA/s400/P1012666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706168816049777986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We unloaded Louie and went straight to the Adkins' house for the Big Game.  They had the best food, and I ate until I was sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTVG9FOxYE/TzBiTVKaAII/AAAAAAAADxc/8HZlA8T3nFw/s1600/P1012668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTVG9FOxYE/TzBiTVKaAII/AAAAAAAADxc/8HZlA8T3nFw/s400/P1012668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706168812116246658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily Eli and Owen played equally as much, so it was a pretty peaceful bedtime.&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/2192703706444951973-3771440479205746977?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3771440479205746977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3771440479205746977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3771440479205746977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_QxxAi-X88/TzBnQICgMMI/AAAAAAAADzU/FJpSJzrXD7M/s72-c/P1012647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5710665116073830007</id><published>2012-02-05T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:41:52.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awdbfD7SGKs/TzFT7yWwh6I/AAAAAAAAD3c/xES8DxGxBhM/s1600/scales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awdbfD7SGKs/TzFT7yWwh6I/AAAAAAAAD3c/xES8DxGxBhM/s400/scales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706434489449744290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Sunday and I'm feeling all confessional, I wanted to spill the beans about a little secret I've been keeping.  &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;, I'm not pregnant!! Just the opposite actaully.  Instead of "gaining" I've been losing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I have had to opportunity to try the HCG Diet.  It's an incredibly sucessful program done under the supervision of a health care professional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 21 days, I have lost 18 lbs and 8 inches from my body.  I have learned better and more proper ways to handle food, and I have started a more effective exercise program.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my strict diet has come to an end, the skills I learned and the success I have gained will serve as a foundation for my healthy lifestyle changes.  I now have the motivation and the tools needed to be successful with my future goals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5710665116073830007?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5710665116073830007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-little-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5710665116073830007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5710665116073830007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-little-secret.html' title='My Little Secret'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awdbfD7SGKs/TzFT7yWwh6I/AAAAAAAAD3c/xES8DxGxBhM/s72-c/scales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2510389574001019274</id><published>2012-02-04T18:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:33:22.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saturdays always make me happy, especially when I get to spend them with my little man.  Here are a few memories that make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3maBMtwR7U/TzBxOsC3xaI/AAAAAAAAD18/8DUd7mGcmCQ/s1600/P1012645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3maBMtwR7U/TzBxOsC3xaI/AAAAAAAAD18/8DUd7mGcmCQ/s400/P1012645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706185225033729442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli stealing Gigi's birthday cupcakes make me happy.  As you can see, sugar makes El happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBhyD_MdIVc/TzBxOe3zNPI/AAAAAAAAD1w/LoaJa_yxF1Y/s1600/P1012646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBhyD_MdIVc/TzBxOe3zNPI/AAAAAAAAD1w/LoaJa_yxF1Y/s400/P1012646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706185221497631986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli's new infatuation with his "muscles" makes me happy...just look at those gun.  Haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7k0QT_m4ok/TzBxNH7SfcI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/v-0q5WkClQ8/s1600/P1012628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7k0QT_m4ok/TzBxNH7SfcI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/v-0q5WkClQ8/s400/P1012628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706185198158380482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, my two boy make me VERY happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJGgf9Xz6D8/TzBxM8UxQkI/AAAAAAAAD1M/qh9IN00Le34/s1600/P1012629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJGgf9Xz6D8/TzBxM8UxQkI/AAAAAAAAD1M/qh9IN00Le34/s400/P1012629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706185195044028994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What makes you happy today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2510389574001019274?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2510389574001019274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2510389574001019274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2510389574001019274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='What Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3maBMtwR7U/TzBxOsC3xaI/AAAAAAAAD18/8DUd7mGcmCQ/s72-c/P1012645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6411695825757591953</id><published>2012-02-03T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:28:43.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Above Average</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Supposedly it is La Nina, which is why we are having such amazing weather.  I'm not a snow hater, but I am a warm weather lover, which means I'm enjoying this "winter."  I mean we have played outside all week long...in FEBRUARY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgNpciGKX2c/TzBvFfZH7hI/AAAAAAAAD1A/Psf0D_Ak_Ks/s1600/P1012616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgNpciGKX2c/TzBvFfZH7hI/AAAAAAAAD1A/Psf0D_Ak_Ks/s400/P1012616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706182867995323922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've played cars on the side walk with Louie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9slPYs2ZIk/TzBvE7lYKGI/AAAAAAAAD00/dwAw541-2JY/s1600/P1012622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9slPYs2ZIk/TzBvE7lYKGI/AAAAAAAAD00/dwAw541-2JY/s400/P1012622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706182858383042658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had many basketball games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCNarrkCERA/TzBvEv5QVTI/AAAAAAAAD0o/2yJh09byYWk/s1600/P1012623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCNarrkCERA/TzBvEv5QVTI/AAAAAAAAD0o/2yJh09byYWk/s400/P1012623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706182855245190450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and worked on our driving skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd3le9Mi-fk/TzBvD5OVCkI/AAAAAAAAD0c/10KjX7q9s5c/s1600/P1012633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd3le9Mi-fk/TzBvD5OVCkI/AAAAAAAAD0c/10KjX7q9s5c/s400/P1012633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706182840569629250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've also taken a few pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bmzr1MuJsY/TzBvDUjbDzI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/jNwNgHg2M9s/s1600/P1012615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bmzr1MuJsY/TzBvDUjbDzI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/jNwNgHg2M9s/s400/P1012615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706182830725992242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sat on the porch, and soaked in as much as we can from this "above average" trend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6411695825757591953?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6411695825757591953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/above-average.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6411695825757591953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6411695825757591953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/above-average.html' title='Above Average'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgNpciGKX2c/TzBvFfZH7hI/AAAAAAAAD1A/Psf0D_Ak_Ks/s72-c/P1012616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6139834825651309600</id><published>2012-02-02T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:24:36.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Hog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you know, Eli and I have a Mommy/Son date every Thursday.  Well, this week was extra special because it was Ground Hog Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked him up from daycare and we went to get his cut; which was much needed.  Then we went to play at the park since it was so pretty outside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed so long at the park that Daddy made it home shortly after us.  So, we made some special Ground Hog Treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2wYT0GU-U8/TzBr0ONTu5I/AAAAAAAAD0E/gC5WHGohw-8/s1600/P1012638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2wYT0GU-U8/TzBr0ONTu5I/AAAAAAAAD0E/gC5WHGohw-8/s400/P1012638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706179272789703570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First we added chocolate pudding to a bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0ZMjoMf58/TzBrzzyob_I/AAAAAAAADz4/1vxkqb2Evh8/s1600/P1012639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0ZMjoMf58/TzBrzzyob_I/AAAAAAAADz4/1vxkqb2Evh8/s400/P1012639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706179265698492402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we used icing gel and marshmallows to make eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOvC4WVWXA/TzBrzWMA-UI/AAAAAAAADzw/y6WlkbgF2RQ/s1600/P1012642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOvC4WVWXA/TzBrzWMA-UI/AAAAAAAADzw/y6WlkbgF2RQ/s400/P1012642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706179257751894338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally we used cookies for the head and limbs...and there you have it...Ground Hog Pudding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUy095DlGoE/TzBryzWeiwI/AAAAAAAADzg/KhJvljmePBk/s1600/P1012644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUy095DlGoE/TzBryzWeiwI/AAAAAAAADzg/KhJvljmePBk/s400/P1012644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706179248400534274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They aren't the cutest, but Eli loved it.  That my friends is what it's all about!  We also let him chose the meal.  Spaghetti won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6139834825651309600?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6139834825651309600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/ground-hog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6139834825651309600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6139834825651309600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/ground-hog-day.html' title='Ground Hog Day'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2wYT0GU-U8/TzBr0ONTu5I/AAAAAAAAD0E/gC5WHGohw-8/s72-c/P1012638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2233447148464343587</id><published>2012-02-01T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T10:16:40.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5X1PQSwO5o/TzFMfPEWdeI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/RoKr-ZZNWhk/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5X1PQSwO5o/TzFMfPEWdeI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/RoKr-ZZNWhk/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706426302359565794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt; What I'm Lovin' Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I'm linking up with Jamie to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9x0Ttwkagak/TzE4HMMNx7I/AAAAAAAAD3E/LX7nc9GSPPQ/s1600/crown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9x0Ttwkagak/TzE4HMMNx7I/AAAAAAAAD3E/LX7nc9GSPPQ/s400/crown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706403899037829042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Crown Financial Ministries.  The offer free money management tools and plenty of sound Biblical advice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6fygg0WZGM/TzE4GtDXhXI/AAAAAAAAD24/aO2IRwOF_as/s1600/220px-Blind_side_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6fygg0WZGM/TzE4GtDXhXI/AAAAAAAAD24/aO2IRwOF_as/s400/220px-Blind_side_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706403890679219570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm lovin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that I get to go see my family in Lexington this weekend.  It's a late birthday trip to take my mom to hear Leigh Anne Touhey, the real-life mom from the movie &lt;i&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/i&gt;.  I can not wait!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all this warm weather we've been having.  It has me looking forward to spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking on spring, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm LOVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' these pinterest fashion finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D78-U7BF2UI/TzE4GOXMAEI/AAAAAAAAD2s/EDBJVg-HQXA/s1600/spring1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D78-U7BF2UI/TzE4GOXMAEI/AAAAAAAAD2s/EDBJVg-HQXA/s400/spring1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706403882440851522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emBl933uTU0/TzE4FWF8vnI/AAAAAAAAD2g/K7Z0IZHMbew/s1600/spring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emBl933uTU0/TzE4FWF8vnI/AAAAAAAAD2g/K7Z0IZHMbew/s400/spring2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706403867336162930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this sweet reminder today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRySbPHjVtY/TzE4FAd5jQI/AAAAAAAAD2U/r3yOe4QxGFQ/s1600/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRySbPHjVtY/TzE4FAd5jQI/AAAAAAAAD2U/r3yOe4QxGFQ/s400/sweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706403861531036930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as always, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my boys.  &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/2192703706444951973-2233447148464343587?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2233447148464343587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2233447148464343587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2233447148464343587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-im-lovin.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5X1PQSwO5o/TzFMfPEWdeI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/RoKr-ZZNWhk/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8861111610196296965</id><published>2012-01-31T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T08:30:02.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts On Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUeIuFm56XI/TzEx9cMTRGI/AAAAAAAAD2I/azn1Lgat6Uo/s1600/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUeIuFm56XI/TzEx9cMTRGI/AAAAAAAAD2I/azn1Lgat6Uo/s400/running.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706397134464697442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I ran my first ever 5K...I was and still am, so pumped!  I have always wanted to do a race, but never actually made it happen.  Maybe I'm on to something!!  So, here are my thoughts on running so far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It's coming to me faster and easier than I ever imagined. Really.  I tripled my run time in less than three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I need new shoes.  Asics are the best for me, but mine are worn out.  I've been rotating them with a pair of Brooks, but the arch support isn't quite as good.  I'm in the market for a new pair of Asics 1100 series, so let me know if you see anything good out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I hate running outside.  Yes, I know all the "real" runners are snickering at me, but I don't care.  Keeping up with pace, heart rate, and distance while also watching traffic signals and listening for cars is just too much!  I want to get on a treadmill and just go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Since I'm doing most of my running inside, I really enjoy watching TV.  Currently I'm getting caught up on Grey's Anatomy...not so exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Finally, running is therapeutic for me.  Work has been quite literally...INSANE that past few weeks, and nothing is more soothing than clearing my head with a good and sweaty run.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first goal is to improve my 5K time, and from there I'll be training for a 10K.  I'll keep you posted. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8861111610196296965?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8861111610196296965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-on-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8861111610196296965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8861111610196296965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-on-running.html' title='Thoughts On Running'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUeIuFm56XI/TzEx9cMTRGI/AAAAAAAAD2I/azn1Lgat6Uo/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2354957387308514897</id><published>2012-01-30T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:49:00.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Hiking Trip of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning started off a little out of the norm when our neighbor knocked on the door to tell us that Louie had destroyed her front porch.  Luckily she was a little upset and exaggerated the story.  Nonetheless, Louie had in fact, terrorized her porch with his muddy footprints.  The mess had been their since Thursday's little episode, but they usually use their garage, so they were just finding out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, they were very appreciative that Eric stayed home from church to clean up. After Eli and I made it home, we ate a quick lunch and decided to take advantage of the beautiful day to do some hiking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqA93ermRUk/TyXQA9M9SII/AAAAAAAADuo/9I0wV-v0PS0/s1600/P1012609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqA93ermRUk/TyXQA9M9SII/AAAAAAAADuo/9I0wV-v0PS0/s400/P1012609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703193217982089346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with Louie who did an amazing job.  Poor guy hiked his leg so many times he was out of pee before we finished the first trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mLnTOfGCpw/TyXPpSYczvI/AAAAAAAADuc/S7oKgRTs484/s1600/P1012610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mLnTOfGCpw/TyXPpSYczvI/AAAAAAAADuc/S7oKgRTs484/s400/P1012610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703192811350576882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli rode in style in this backpack my mom bought us his first Christmas.  I can't tell you how much we LOVE and use this.  If you are a hiker/traveler with kids, it's a must!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bn0I_n11P5Q/TyXPo1-JgJI/AAAAAAAADuQ/Da18QAHhiW0/s1600/P1012611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bn0I_n11P5Q/TyXPo1-JgJI/AAAAAAAADuQ/Da18QAHhiW0/s400/P1012611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703192803724066962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This the the overlook on the second trail....just beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07nSwQtU4Fk/TyXPoXtbWbI/AAAAAAAADuE/-Xi8ZQ1Mmq4/s1600/P1012612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07nSwQtU4Fk/TyXPoXtbWbI/AAAAAAAADuE/-Xi8ZQ1Mmq4/s400/P1012612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703192795600869810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys stopped for some snacks while I snapped a few pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXOh3cSwOjE/TyXPoDjnYZI/AAAAAAAADt4/KF-8QNt_wnI/s1600/P1012613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXOh3cSwOjE/TyXPoDjnYZI/AAAAAAAADt4/KF-8QNt_wnI/s400/P1012613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703192790191006098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xxF4uuZm1o/TyXPn0pOruI/AAAAAAAADts/W6XFVRwkHyE/s1600/P1012614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xxF4uuZm1o/TyXPn0pOruI/AAAAAAAADts/W6XFVRwkHyE/s400/P1012614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703192786188021474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate pizza for dinner and pretty much played with Eli the rest of the night.  I'm so thankful that God blessed us with beautiful weather to enjoy the outdoors yesterday.  It's always a welcomed change during the winter months!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2354957387308514897?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2354957387308514897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-hiking-trip-of-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2354957387308514897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2354957387308514897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-hiking-trip-of-2012.html' title='1st Hiking Trip of 2012'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqA93ermRUk/TyXQA9M9SII/AAAAAAAADuo/9I0wV-v0PS0/s72-c/P1012609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1185141247789464747</id><published>2012-01-29T17:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:22:14.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a very lazy Saturday.  Eric and I take turns sleeping late, so Eli and I spent the morning playing ball, playing cars, and watching Disney clips on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xRMcga694M/TyXSEFqwZjI/AAAAAAAADvw/Lg5BMqODh_o/s1600/P1012599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xRMcga694M/TyXSEFqwZjI/AAAAAAAADvw/Lg5BMqODh_o/s400/P1012599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703195470817420850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Eric got up, I went to the gym and ran my first ever 5K!! More to come on that later!! While I was gone, Eric and Eli set a tent up in the house and played with Louie.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate lunch when I got home, and while Eli napped, I took a bubble bath...loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhX4O_TtWec/TyXRoehasCI/AAAAAAAADvY/H8F4XvKWcPg/s1600/P1012601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhX4O_TtWec/TyXRoehasCI/AAAAAAAADvY/H8F4XvKWcPg/s400/P1012601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703194996452798498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to take Eli to enjoy his first Hibachi dinner.  As you can see, a toy car is a must for a stress free dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE8NJrPggtE/TyXRlMPJnJI/AAAAAAAADvQ/HUzCqIu04z8/s1600/P1012603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE8NJrPggtE/TyXRlMPJnJI/AAAAAAAADvQ/HUzCqIu04z8/s400/P1012603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703194940004736146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcbBR8v5fGY/TyXRlMOvPVI/AAAAAAAADvI/xdU4E5hvL1w/s1600/P1012604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcbBR8v5fGY/TyXRlMOvPVI/AAAAAAAADvI/xdU4E5hvL1w/s400/P1012604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703194940003007826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of the night was when Eli saw the flame.  Sadly, he was terrified and wanted to sit in my lap until he was sure the chef would not be causing any more explosions. Too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVbimEGOGhc/TyXRjr5ACYI/AAAAAAAADvA/RGcqs5zTicM/s1600/P1012605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVbimEGOGhc/TyXRjr5ACYI/AAAAAAAADvA/RGcqs5zTicM/s400/P1012605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703194914142030210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNXJB-FBfmA/TyXRjiRFjkI/AAAAAAAADu0/pC1ebqExWvs/s1600/P1012607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNXJB-FBfmA/TyXRjiRFjkI/AAAAAAAADu0/pC1ebqExWvs/s400/P1012607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703194911558700610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news is he LOVED Japanese food.  Seriously, I have never seen this child eat so much in my life!  In fact, he consumed and entire adult portion and I ate his.&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/2192703706444951973-1185141247789464747?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1185141247789464747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweet-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1185141247789464747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1185141247789464747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweet-saturday.html' title='Sweet Saturday'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xRMcga694M/TyXSEFqwZjI/AAAAAAAADvw/Lg5BMqODh_o/s72-c/P1012599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2785503733842579548</id><published>2012-01-28T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:55:08.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time We Gave Louie A Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_UTWYoslU/TyXTN-yoQ-I/AAAAAAAADwI/E9MMBrjcbUM/s1600/P1012596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_UTWYoslU/TyXTN-yoQ-I/AAAAAAAADwI/E9MMBrjcbUM/s400/P1012596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703196740281713634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll ya'll, Louie decided to run away again last night during the monsoon.  We drove up and down the road looking for him, crept around neighbor's houses, and yelled his name until about midnight.  It was then that decided to go to bed.  Sadly, he wasn't home this morning so I got yo rush home after the show to hunt him down.  When I finally found him, he was COVERED in mud!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scgKAHj-lNs/TyXTN5dJu1I/AAAAAAAADv8/xhEWpqTuJag/s1600/P1012597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scgKAHj-lNs/TyXTN5dJu1I/AAAAAAAADv8/xhEWpqTuJag/s400/P1012597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703196738849454930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we spent our Friday night bathing our 80 lb dog...not so fun!! Look at that nasty water!  Don't worry we used lots of bleach to clean it out...ha!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a wild and crazy Friday night at the Watson home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2785503733842579548?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2785503733842579548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-we-gave-louie-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2785503733842579548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2785503733842579548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-we-gave-louie-bath.html' title='The Time We Gave Louie A Bath'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_UTWYoslU/TyXTN-yoQ-I/AAAAAAAADwI/E9MMBrjcbUM/s72-c/P1012596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3440350681376672355</id><published>2012-01-27T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:37:02.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Eli and I had another Mommy/Son date, and we decided to get a little creative in the kitchen making Snowman cookies.  It was pretty easy; all we needed were Vienna Fingers, White Chocolate and M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md5pyyXY2aM/TyXUwRWKYOI/AAAAAAAADxQ/4I1d3rTTjY4/s1600/P1012580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md5pyyXY2aM/TyXUwRWKYOI/AAAAAAAADxQ/4I1d3rTTjY4/s400/P1012580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703198428889768162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Eli helped me melt the chocolate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSN_W1yBO_M/TyXUv-fJfQI/AAAAAAAADxE/xLPi1pL2kLw/s1600/P1012584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSN_W1yBO_M/TyXUv-fJfQI/AAAAAAAADxE/xLPi1pL2kLw/s400/P1012584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703198423827184898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0vBiahToZE/TyXUvlmO1-I/AAAAAAAADw4/xDGK4jA4BvQ/s1600/P1012581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0vBiahToZE/TyXUvlmO1-I/AAAAAAAADw4/xDGK4jA4BvQ/s400/P1012581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703198417146009570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we dipped the Vienna Fingers in the chocolate and added M&amp;amp;M's to make the buttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Uy9FXrPHKY/TyXUvK68haI/AAAAAAAADwg/0kg0Hs1mCoU/s1600/P1012592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Uy9FXrPHKY/TyXUvK68haI/AAAAAAAADwg/0kg0Hs1mCoU/s400/P1012592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703198409985131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used sprinkles for the nose and cake gel for the eyes and mouth.  Now, I'm neither patient nor creative but I'm happy with the way they turned out...so fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3440350681376672355?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3440350681376672355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowman-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3440350681376672355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3440350681376672355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowman-cookies.html' title='Snowman Cookies'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md5pyyXY2aM/TyXUwRWKYOI/AAAAAAAADxQ/4I1d3rTTjY4/s72-c/P1012580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-745844416888226344</id><published>2012-01-26T09:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:58:59.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On this dreary Thursday morning I'm sitting here daydreaming of traveling this beautiful globe.  I love to travel and so does Eric. Our Bucket List(s) both include visiting all 50 States, and while I have full confidence that this will happen, there are some specific trips I have in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uyLJNa3P90/TyFygDucmPI/AAAAAAAADtg/1P5VHAv-gg8/s1600/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uyLJNa3P90/TyFygDucmPI/AAAAAAAADtg/1P5VHAv-gg8/s400/dc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701964498309257458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Washington D.C.&lt;/b&gt; - I have been twice before and I LOVE it.  I love the energy, the charm, the history, the dining....all of it!!  Problem is, Eric has never been.  Can you guess where we are going on our anniversary trip this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VC67ltjq66w/TyFyfob3KfI/AAAAAAAADtY/NtAYdO0MTWA/s1600/fenway-condos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VC67ltjq66w/TyFyfob3KfI/AAAAAAAADtY/NtAYdO0MTWA/s400/fenway-condos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701964490983549426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Baseball Tour&lt;/b&gt; - whenever we travel, we always hit up Major League fields.  It's something my boys enjoy, so I'm always happy to tag along.  What better way to see the Northeast than take a train to see teams like The Nationals, The Oriels, The Pirates, The Phillies, The Mets, The Yankees, and The Red Sox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-UNZuw03_0/TyFye7P1dXI/AAAAAAAADs8/4nXztKv1Yzg/s400/Macy%2527s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701964478853510514" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. New York City At Christmas Time:&lt;/b&gt; I don't want to just go to the Big Apple any ole' time.  I want to go during Christmas.  I want to stay in the Plaza, walk Central Park, see the Statue of Liberty, watch The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, and ice skate at Rockefeller Center. Oh yeah, and catch a few shows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kgOJiSssjE/TyFye0kPmAI/AAAAAAAADtI/z_HEMu2Qoug/s1600/grand_canyon_scenery-12355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kgOJiSssjE/TyFye0kPmAI/AAAAAAAADtI/z_HEMu2Qoug/s400/grand_canyon_scenery-12355.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701964477060061186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Camp In The Southwest&lt;/b&gt; - We love to camp which is nice on the pocketbook.  We'd like to take the kids to the Grand Canyon one day stopping at cheesy roadside attractions along the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDtxlUm15jM/TyFxzkPXppI/AAAAAAAADsw/csn7-qYgXEE/s1600/Redwood%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDtxlUm15jM/TyFxzkPXppI/AAAAAAAADsw/csn7-qYgXEE/s400/Redwood%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701963733943166610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnIDhII-AR8/TyFxzUSUCkI/AAAAAAAADsk/Q3hPSX1qquI/s1600/Yosemite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AnIDhII-AR8/TyFxzUSUCkI/AAAAAAAADsk/Q3hPSX1qquI/s400/Yosemite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701963729660545602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Camp In The Northwest: &lt;/b&gt; We want to enjoy more memories while exploring Yosemite National Park, seeing the Sequoia Trees, and roaming the wide open spaces of the North East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3WtHzGl0Js/TyFxy8jAlcI/AAAAAAAADsY/TjF7x81PwFY/s1600/Alaskan%2BCruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3WtHzGl0Js/TyFxy8jAlcI/AAAAAAAADsY/TjF7x81PwFY/s400/Alaskan%2BCruise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701963723288122818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Alaskan Cruise:&lt;/b&gt; So far everything we've talked about has been family friendly, but it's important to take time for romantic get-a-ways too.  Every five years we plan on doing something BIG for just the two of us.  One of those adventures will hopefully be an Alaskan Cruise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tumyHPrYPJ4/TyFxyfv-0oI/AAAAAAAADsM/0s905kSas1c/s1600/Hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tumyHPrYPJ4/TyFxyfv-0oI/AAAAAAAADsM/0s905kSas1c/s400/Hawaii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701963715557905026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Hawaii:&lt;/b&gt; Needless to say, the Hawaiian Islands are also on our "No Kids Trip" list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLNXeOPJuhA/TyFxyXjHqWI/AAAAAAAADsA/OhCBlmKAFtI/s1600/Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLNXeOPJuhA/TyFxyXjHqWI/AAAAAAAADsA/OhCBlmKAFtI/s400/Paris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701963713356474722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Europe:&lt;/b&gt; Finally, we'd like to take time during our retirement to see Europe and all it's glory!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one day I'll post my traveling wish list in it's entirety.  For now, I'll keep dreaming about being a jet setter, saving money for our travels, and making precious memories with my boys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-745844416888226344?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/745844416888226344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/745844416888226344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/745844416888226344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uyLJNa3P90/TyFygDucmPI/AAAAAAAADtg/1P5VHAv-gg8/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7261984092072998614</id><published>2012-01-24T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:03:42.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxpMK4BSlc4/Tx8qt6A_grI/AAAAAAAADr0/xcyC_RoDT4E/s1600/lost-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxpMK4BSlc4/Tx8qt6A_grI/AAAAAAAADr0/xcyC_RoDT4E/s400/lost-puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701322621430235826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll we have had an eventful few days around the Watson home thanks to our not so little dog. Turns out he can jump out of his six foot high kennel.  Not good.  My sick hubby has been forced to deal with our little escapee in the mornings.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is I think it's something we can fix this weekend...we hope!!  It all started when the colder air brought us indoors. Louie would run off in the afternoons, but stay close to the house in the evenings. About a month ago he figured out that night time wasn't so scary...so off he goes mainly to terrorize cats and eat chickens...rrh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, his new bravery forced us to buy an underground fence which he continues to jump through.  That's what landed him in the kennel.  Turns out this dog can't be contained.  So that means we are in the process of hiring a trainer.  If this doesn't work, Louie will have to find a new home, not because we don't like him but because it's not fair to keep such a large/healthy dog locked or chained up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news, I think our trainer will do the trick!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7261984092072998614?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7261984092072998614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-oh-where-has-my-little-dog-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7261984092072998614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7261984092072998614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-oh-where-has-my-little-dog-gone.html' title='Where Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxpMK4BSlc4/Tx8qt6A_grI/AAAAAAAADr0/xcyC_RoDT4E/s72-c/lost-puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5536952073820003225</id><published>2012-01-22T14:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:57:55.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had another great weekend with Eric's parents.  They actually came to Bowling Green for a little visit which was nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night we stayed around the house, but Saturday was a little more busy.  I got up to go for my long run only to discover that the van battery was about dead.  It was actually a big relief because I was afraid it was the starter which would have been more expensive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, by the time I got it replaced I only had a few extra minutes for the gym.  Nonetheless, I DOUBLED my run time...sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_SADbJLDVs/Txx3z4h5dkI/AAAAAAAADrk/kp9QftUsz44/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_SADbJLDVs/Txx3z4h5dkI/AAAAAAAADrk/kp9QftUsz44/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562961575802434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a quick shower it was off to the WKU game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hZzv9vdKZI/Txx3z7i_xpI/AAAAAAAADrc/_1dX7UgdZAQ/s1600/IMG_2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hZzv9vdKZI/Txx3z7i_xpI/AAAAAAAADrc/_1dX7UgdZAQ/s400/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562962385716882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli was in Heaven because Colby and basketball were happening at the same time...ha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMuDrPG2AkU/Txx3M_K1azI/AAAAAAAADrQ/zxA5C9HAMDI/s1600/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMuDrPG2AkU/Txx3M_K1azI/AAAAAAAADrQ/zxA5C9HAMDI/s400/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562293343218482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the cheesy grin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mY1iA9zn8ik/Txx3MMXuLSI/AAAAAAAADrE/UD4VOgCfO6g/s1600/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mY1iA9zn8ik/Txx3MMXuLSI/AAAAAAAADrE/UD4VOgCfO6g/s400/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562279707061538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the game we grabbed a quick lunch at Buckhead and went shopping.  I was able to pick up a new running shirt for only $4...score!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv3BkpviCFE/Txx3LkP2MzI/AAAAAAAADq4/lyEfkPcNAkg/s1600/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv3BkpviCFE/Txx3LkP2MzI/AAAAAAAADq4/lyEfkPcNAkg/s400/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562268936614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up grabbing Chick-fil-A on the way home, and spent the rest of the night just hanging out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4mA-WeQUc/Txx3LP_a_cI/AAAAAAAADqs/qQV06KgTBGM/s1600/IMG_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4mA-WeQUc/Txx3LP_a_cI/AAAAAAAADqs/qQV06KgTBGM/s400/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562263499013570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday morning we all got up and went to church.  Afterwards we had another nice lunch in Glasgow followed by more shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBX10M2xf9Y/Txx3K4yJQLI/AAAAAAAADqg/HBqGlepr0g8/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBX10M2xf9Y/Txx3K4yJQLI/AAAAAAAADqg/HBqGlepr0g8/s400/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700562257269309618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Eric's family left on Sunday afternoon, Owen came over to play with Eli and bring the rail they found for our Big Boy Bed.  Between getting so much attention from the grandparents, playing with his best friend, and the storms moving through, Eli was a little wired...needless to say, sleep was difficult!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5536952073820003225?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5536952073820003225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5536952073820003225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5536952073820003225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap_22.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_SADbJLDVs/Txx3z4h5dkI/AAAAAAAADrk/kp9QftUsz44/s72-c/IMG_2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6399390913648741245</id><published>2012-01-21T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:07:01.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL50D2VlPaE/TxpIPx72gPI/AAAAAAAADqU/AtWqE0kG1xE/s1600/choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL50D2VlPaE/TxpIPx72gPI/AAAAAAAADqU/AtWqE0kG1xE/s400/choice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699947714330394866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, today is my long run.  By long I mean more than two miles.  In a way I'm proud of that, but in a way I'm embarrassed.  I'll be running a Mini Marathon in October, so I'm training hardcore to go from 2 miles a day to 13.1.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes pinterest quotes can be just what you need....like today!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6399390913648741245?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6399390913648741245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-motivation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6399390913648741245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6399390913648741245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-motivation.html' title='A Little Motivation'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL50D2VlPaE/TxpIPx72gPI/AAAAAAAADqU/AtWqE0kG1xE/s72-c/choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3027728865564968943</id><published>2012-01-20T22:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:04:30.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Towanda Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYN--722ZYs/TxpBpLvVVAI/AAAAAAAADqI/9nD_h2dRjgI/s1600/Kathy-Bates-Fried-Green-Tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYN--722ZYs/TxpBpLvVVAI/AAAAAAAADqI/9nD_h2dRjgI/s400/Kathy-Bates-Fried-Green-Tomatoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699940454172546050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have ya'll ever seen the movie "Fried Green Tomatoes"?  I realize that if you're a southern gal, it's like asking the Pope if he's Catholic...sorry!  Regardless of your geographic location, if you've ever seen the movie one scene (besides the one where they BBQ Frank Bennett) stands out in your mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In it Kathy Bates' character is at Win Dixie waiting on a parking spot when two young girls cut her off.  When she yells out the window at them they say "Face it lady, where younger and faster."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately Bates starts plowing her full size sedan into the back of their compact car all the while yelling "TOWANDA!!" at the top of her lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the girls emerge from the store horrified she responds, "Face it girls.  I'm older and I have more insurance."  Haha!  A fine moment in cinema history!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I had a "Towanda" moment yesterday.  Don't worry though, I didn't take out any cars.  It all started when I was pulling into the gas station close to a high school.  Some stupid kid cut me and the car in front of me off just to get the last available pump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to wring his neck, or at least plow my mini van into the side of his car.  I wanted to yell "TOWANDA" and tell him later that he may be fast, but I'm older and have more insurance..haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do that though. I'll just live vicariously though Kathy Bates and yell "TOWANDA" under my breath...at least for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3027728865564968943?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3027728865564968943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-towanda-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3027728865564968943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3027728865564968943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-towanda-moment.html' title='My Towanda Moment'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYN--722ZYs/TxpBpLvVVAI/AAAAAAAADqI/9nD_h2dRjgI/s72-c/Kathy-Bates-Fried-Green-Tomatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5832341340479809510</id><published>2012-01-19T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:05:15.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Super Sweet Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx4kN7Wc2Is/TxmZ5PrZifI/AAAAAAAADp8/Rq1BcyI6MTs/s400/P1012569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699756012154227186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Thursday which means it's Mommy/ Son Date time.  Since our books were due back at the library I took advantage and let Eli check out a few new ones.  It's always so &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see what he picks. &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AcrTfqX83xw/TxmZ5B3zyLI/AAAAAAAADps/IZI0KlU3ixA/s1600/P1012574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AcrTfqX83xw/TxmZ5B3zyLI/AAAAAAAADps/IZI0KlU3ixA/s400/P1012574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699756008448182450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the library we went to Wendy's for a&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; sweat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; treat...a frosty.  I knew he wouldn't eat but maybe three bites, but I love our little conversations.  He's so &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telling me about his day, and playing ball, and Louie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PUlzHNXmyQ/TxmZ4sPr-DI/AAAAAAAADpk/h7B-4rIvVgs/s1600/P1012575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PUlzHNXmyQ/TxmZ4sPr-DI/AAAAAAAADpk/h7B-4rIvVgs/s400/P1012575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699756002642753586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our date, we went home to get ready for Desserts Firsts.  It's a major fundraiser for Girl Scouts where area chefs use their cookies to make some &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;recipes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0CdQ6ffpEs/TxmZ3lNmDsI/AAAAAAAADpY/fPklQot1_dE/s1600/P1012576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0CdQ6ffpEs/TxmZ3lNmDsI/AAAAAAAADpY/fPklQot1_dE/s400/P1012576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699755983575060162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took Eli along, and as you can see by his face, he thought it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VA9cdwDwCFU/TxmZ3t9bZkI/AAAAAAAADpM/uCDTi3PRwiU/s1600/P1012577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VA9cdwDwCFU/TxmZ3t9bZkI/AAAAAAAADpM/uCDTi3PRwiU/s400/P1012577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699755985923171906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that I totally doped my toddler up on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, but we did give him real dinner when we got home.  Then we watched a movie together as a family and stayed with our boy until he was asleep, and that my friends was the &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweetest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; part of our day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5832341340479809510?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5832341340479809510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-super-sweet-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5832341340479809510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5832341340479809510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-super-sweet-day.html' title='Our Super Sweet Day'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx4kN7Wc2Is/TxmZ5PrZifI/AAAAAAAADp8/Rq1BcyI6MTs/s72-c/P1012569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7214161534434717214</id><published>2012-01-18T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:07:07.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to the best Gigi and kid could ask for!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vk74ql0DBwU/TxdsXIWizgI/AAAAAAAADnU/OzlYbvZQ-hI/s1600/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vk74ql0DBwU/TxdsXIWizgI/AAAAAAAADnU/OzlYbvZQ-hI/s400/Mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699142998095482370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7214161534434717214?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7214161534434717214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7214161534434717214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7214161534434717214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vk74ql0DBwU/TxdsXIWizgI/AAAAAAAADnU/OzlYbvZQ-hI/s72-c/Mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7206349938110359033</id><published>2012-01-16T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:06:07.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zg-56jqwmk/TxhZTQlHvVI/AAAAAAAADo0/cv5Aps6veA0/s1600/P1012546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zg-56jqwmk/TxhZTQlHvVI/AAAAAAAADo0/cv5Aps6veA0/s400/P1012546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699403515840413010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had very low key weekend at home doing a lot of nothing, but sometimes that exactly what you need!  We started it on Friday night by playing a little baseball and coloring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hnkk0aAsakw/TxhZSUbs4jI/AAAAAAAADoo/5rM0wQDFQNo/s1600/P1012547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hnkk0aAsakw/TxhZSUbs4jI/AAAAAAAADoo/5rM0wQDFQNo/s400/P1012547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699403499694776882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli request spaghetti for dinner and even though it totally messed up my diet, I splurged.  Because who wouldn't want to see this face full of bliss??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1KZnQl70xc/TxhZSDRd_6I/AAAAAAAADoc/A4Jx5twF__k/s1600/P1012549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1KZnQl70xc/TxhZSDRd_6I/AAAAAAAADoc/A4Jx5twF__k/s400/P1012549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699403495088455586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got up with Eli on Saturday morning and we played until Daddy woke up.  Then it was off to the gym and grocery for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv4eraUK9ks/TxhYdD9-BXI/AAAAAAAADoQ/b-P2AaOvjCA/s1600/P1012551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv4eraUK9ks/TxhYdD9-BXI/AAAAAAAADoQ/b-P2AaOvjCA/s400/P1012551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699402584742036850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got home I watched Cars with him until he fell asleep.  Of course I watched Miss America Saturday night.  Meanwhile my boys played Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4KcuMbHYas/TxhYcWFFtCI/AAAAAAAADoE/21jBa7E2TDQ/s1600/P1012553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4KcuMbHYas/TxhYcWFFtCI/AAAAAAAADoE/21jBa7E2TDQ/s400/P1012553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699402572423869474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Be Still My Heart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqVumG99zt4/TxhYcA5HYoI/AAAAAAAADn0/AJbV9iYJCeQ/s1600/P1012556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqVumG99zt4/TxhYcA5HYoI/AAAAAAAADn0/AJbV9iYJCeQ/s400/P1012556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699402566736503426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday was church, of course, followed by a yummy lunch and lots of relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5Bnv19Pmhs/TxhYbWTuz7I/AAAAAAAADns/oWdU40YyhrE/s1600/P1012558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5Bnv19Pmhs/TxhYbWTuz7I/AAAAAAAADns/oWdU40YyhrE/s400/P1012558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699402555305414578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and a funny side bar.  Eli got a new coat and kept telling everyone it was his "pee" coat.  Love his heart!  It's a terrible picture of me, but I had to share since he was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQBtdQqswnU/TxhYbL67YII/AAAAAAAADng/YYjPa3V2xFA/s1600/P1012559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQBtdQqswnU/TxhYbL67YII/AAAAAAAADng/YYjPa3V2xFA/s400/P1012559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699402552517025922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had a good one too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7206349938110359033?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7206349938110359033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7206349938110359033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7206349938110359033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zg-56jqwmk/TxhZTQlHvVI/AAAAAAAADo0/cv5Aps6veA0/s72-c/P1012546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1753317295858432224</id><published>2012-01-15T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:41:12.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ya'll, I have a confession.  I have always, always wanted long hair.  It's true, I dream of long locks.  Instead I have have thin, fine hair.  In fact, the best it's ever looked was when I was nine months pregnant and the rest of me looked like a whale.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that sometimes you just have to work with what you've got, so for me that means some variation of the "bob."  Luckily it's come a long way in the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsW2-0vz3rg/TxSXlZvra5I/AAAAAAAADnI/HcgIQfeZNIQ/s1600/kirsten-h-b_0116-whiter-background1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsW2-0vz3rg/TxSXlZvra5I/AAAAAAAADnI/HcgIQfeZNIQ/s400/kirsten-h-b_0116-whiter-background1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698346097352338322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Former Miss American Kristen Hagland recently sported a shorter do as did this year's Miss Florida and Miss Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLdI59cvCLw/TxSXgLq0AGI/AAAAAAAADm4/--A3J6Nd25o/s1600/Florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLdI59cvCLw/TxSXgLq0AGI/AAAAAAAADm4/--A3J6Nd25o/s400/Florida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698346007674486882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-Z-pmr5qYc/TxSXf6d2e_I/AAAAAAAADmw/xqyq18JY0bo/s1600/Nevada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-Z-pmr5qYc/TxSXf6d2e_I/AAAAAAAADmw/xqyq18JY0bo/s400/Nevada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698346003056720882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I found the below pictures on pinterest.  All proof that short hair can still be trendy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfHD9kWDGWY/TxSXfjUuW3I/AAAAAAAADmk/pEmO1WwbKoI/s1600/short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfHD9kWDGWY/TxSXfjUuW3I/AAAAAAAADmk/pEmO1WwbKoI/s400/short.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698345996844424050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWbAW9Bojgw/TxSXfUqQmEI/AAAAAAAADmU/FnwuMonN8lI/s1600/short2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWbAW9Bojgw/TxSXfUqQmEI/AAAAAAAADmU/FnwuMonN8lI/s400/short2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698345992908216386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmbzfL0IqIw/TxSXffra_nI/AAAAAAAADmM/xKmpX9XWsdU/s1600/short3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pmbzfL0IqIw/TxSXffra_nI/AAAAAAAADmM/xKmpX9XWsdU/s400/short3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698345995865882226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm inspired already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-1753317295858432224?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1753317295858432224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1753317295858432224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1753317295858432224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-hair.html' title='Short Hair'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsW2-0vz3rg/TxSXlZvra5I/AAAAAAAADnI/HcgIQfeZNIQ/s72-c/kirsten-h-b_0116-whiter-background1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3368327893225143343</id><published>2012-01-13T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:22:17.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1kwQMp1ty4/TxBYeXGPkcI/AAAAAAAADmA/NLWMbozFmNk/s1600/bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1kwQMp1ty4/TxBYeXGPkcI/AAAAAAAADmA/NLWMbozFmNk/s400/bg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697150807243198914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It FINALLY snowed here last night, so I thought it would be a good time to make a Winter Bucket List.  Now, before I make this list you need to understand how I define my seasons...you know, because it's earth shattering and all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winter:&lt;/b&gt; New Year's Day - St. Patrick's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spring:&lt;/b&gt; Saint Patrick's Day - Memorial Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer:&lt;/b&gt; Memorial Day - Labor Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall: &lt;/b&gt;Labor Day - Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas:&lt;/b&gt; Thanksgiving - New Year's Eve (yes, Christmas is a season around the Watson home)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on now to my WINTER BUCKET LIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Play In Snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Build Snowman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Make Snowman Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Celebrate Valentines Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Fat Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. WKU Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Visit Each Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Finish Eli's Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Saint Patrick's Day Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Run 3K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sort of simple, but so is winter.  Hope you have a great Friday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3368327893225143343?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3368327893225143343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3368327893225143343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3368327893225143343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-bucket-list.html' title='Winter Bucket List'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1kwQMp1ty4/TxBYeXGPkcI/AAAAAAAADmA/NLWMbozFmNk/s72-c/bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-9198843218210591948</id><published>2012-01-12T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:13:03.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Globe Trotters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night I had the opportunity to be a "celebrity" referee (insert laughter) at the Harlem Globe Trotter games.  I committed because I knew how much Eli loves basketball, so I thought it would be exciting for him to see his Momma on the court.  Turns out I was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKR466JZgYI/TxBWMcLv51I/AAAAAAAADlw/toVpJI4qVnQ/s1600/P1012522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKR466JZgYI/TxBWMcLv51I/AAAAAAAADlw/toVpJI4qVnQ/s400/P1012522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697148300347565906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually everything started out fine, especially when Eli got to run on the court while I was getting instructions.  Yes, I know he has something all over his face...you have to choose your battles some days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7NUvWb5Obg/TxBWLk0Q8QI/AAAAAAAADlo/QD3JuYMv0Bs/s1600/P1012528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7NUvWb5Obg/TxBWLk0Q8QI/AAAAAAAADlo/QD3JuYMv0Bs/s400/P1012528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697148285485117698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also did just fine during the first quarter.  He sat still and watched the players do their tricks, but as soon as I stepped on the court...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCTjYrD7tto/TxBWLEYdAZI/AAAAAAAADlY/0ApRoRgZVcw/s1600/P1012534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCTjYrD7tto/TxBWLEYdAZI/AAAAAAAADlY/0ApRoRgZVcw/s400/P1012534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697148276778533266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;He lost it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; To the point that Eric had to take him out.  When I asked him about it later, he told me he was scared...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubrvaolo4PM/TxBWKKwmQGI/AAAAAAAADlM/fzZMagS6PS4/s1600/P1012539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubrvaolo4PM/TxBWKKwmQGI/AAAAAAAADlM/fzZMagS6PS4/s400/P1012539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697148261310546018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At halftime we got to meet a few players which was exciting for my little man, even if the stranger I solicited didn't take a clear picture with the camera...ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VSNyWFiyMWg/TxBWJ7p3cCI/AAAAAAAADlA/QjP_t58Px3w/s1600/P1012540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VSNyWFiyMWg/TxBWJ7p3cCI/AAAAAAAADlA/QjP_t58Px3w/s400/P1012540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697148257255780386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't stay too long past the half because Eli is doing really well in his big boy bed, and we didn't want to mess a good thing up...ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-9198843218210591948?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/9198843218210591948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/harlem-globe-trotters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/9198843218210591948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/9198843218210591948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/harlem-globe-trotters.html' title='Harlem Globe Trotters'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKR466JZgYI/TxBWMcLv51I/AAAAAAAADlw/toVpJI4qVnQ/s72-c/P1012522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5802471322801583781</id><published>2012-01-11T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:13:31.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WILW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER80Yr7zMrg/TxBTVK9JERI/AAAAAAAADk0/YC8TIEZ-TwY/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER80Yr7zMrg/TxBTVK9JERI/AAAAAAAADk0/YC8TIEZ-TwY/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697145151806837010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm linking up with Jamie for What I'm Lovin' Wendesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Km4niZIVBI/TxBTU1ViCHI/AAAAAAAADkk/4uZTKvYElUM/s1600/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Km4niZIVBI/TxBTU1ViCHI/AAAAAAAADkk/4uZTKvYElUM/s400/awesome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697145146003556466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm lovin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the above quote.  Something every reporter should keep in mind...really, every person for that matter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that we are calling for the year's first snow tomorrow night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-aYmdoDN50/TxBTUgMJIcI/AAAAAAAADkc/9c2DviCZ4vU/s1600/P1012520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-aYmdoDN50/TxBTUgMJIcI/AAAAAAAADkc/9c2DviCZ4vU/s400/P1012520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697145140327031234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; these cool dinosaur fossils I got to hold on the show this morning...so cool! One is half a tusk (they were 15 ft) the other is a tooth...INSANE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;span&gt;'m lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the busy week we are having in the Watson home.  It's kinda stressful at moments, but hey, Eli will never be two years old again.  Might as well soak it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiYmYGBqfLc/TxBTTg3BCPI/AAAAAAAADkQ/NLMrsPsUywk/s1600/P1012541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiYmYGBqfLc/TxBTTg3BCPI/AAAAAAAADkQ/NLMrsPsUywk/s400/P1012541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697145123326986482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Eli, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; his little girlfriends and the yummy dinner we had tonight with their family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj-BB4VO2JY/TxBTTo_AsuI/AAAAAAAADkE/CHmatBz-dXQ/s1600/P1012543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj-BB4VO2JY/TxBTTo_AsuI/AAAAAAAADkE/CHmatBz-dXQ/s400/P1012543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697145125508002530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you lovin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5802471322801583781?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5802471322801583781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/wilw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5802471322801583781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5802471322801583781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/wilw.html' title='WILW'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER80Yr7zMrg/TxBTVK9JERI/AAAAAAAADk0/YC8TIEZ-TwY/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6721720042927523203</id><published>2012-01-10T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:00:03.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I had a really big blog with lots of followers, but then I remember why I started in the first place...to document this crazy thing called motherhood. I love recording our memories, my thoughts and of course my boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to show you the bigger things we do, but sometimes the "life stuff" gets left out. You know what I'm talking about, the daily tasks that seem so repetitive and boring. Well, they are apart of our story too, so yesterday I packed a camera along to show you a little bit of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziUx3bo830g/TwxkbWEUgMI/AAAAAAAADj8/lZHZIGn2u_4/s1600/P1012514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038049659781314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziUx3bo830g/TwxkbWEUgMI/AAAAAAAADj8/lZHZIGn2u_4/s400/P1012514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There lots of afternoon playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enGjRLobqWE/TwxkbBKL6CI/AAAAAAAADjs/fM3M8sngZ5M/s1600/P1012516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038044047239202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enGjRLobqWE/TwxkbBKL6CI/AAAAAAAADjs/fM3M8sngZ5M/s400/P1012516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner eating and dish washing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTZZhVrO36A/TwxkaDZo4nI/AAAAAAAADjg/PmD_cR9uw80/s1600/P1012517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038027469054578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTZZhVrO36A/TwxkaDZo4nI/AAAAAAAADjg/PmD_cR9uw80/s400/P1012517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; puppy loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMqdrYlrdzM/TwxkZ8UYmaI/AAAAAAAADjU/NWabHEVH_1A/s1600/P1012518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696038025567967650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMqdrYlrdzM/TwxkZ8UYmaI/AAAAAAAADjU/NWabHEVH_1A/s400/P1012518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and good night kissing.&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/2192703706444951973-6721720042927523203?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6721720042927523203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6721720042927523203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6721720042927523203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-of-life.html' title='A Little Bit Of Life'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziUx3bo830g/TwxkbWEUgMI/AAAAAAAADj8/lZHZIGn2u_4/s72-c/P1012514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2121185885246133283</id><published>2012-01-09T10:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:13:29.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after church we put Eli's big boy bed up. I have to admit that of all the milestones this one was by far the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUJq_SHra0/Twse3VReDwI/AAAAAAAADjI/jU9-PwznmJ8/s1600/baby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695680089692180226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUJq_SHra0/Twse3VReDwI/AAAAAAAADjI/jU9-PwznmJ8/s400/baby3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had flashbacks to this hot, July night in 2009 when Eric and I so carefully painted a handy-me-down crib. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pA3-sl9ywXE/Twse23CU_jI/AAAAAAAADjA/UcoZ0NNf7cA/s1600/baby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695680081575607858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pA3-sl9ywXE/Twse23CU_jI/AAAAAAAADjA/UcoZ0NNf7cA/s400/baby4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had no idea the journey we were about to take when we carefully selected his bedding and excitedly decorated his room in our tiny little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj408cj5E6o/Twse23jAteI/AAAAAAAADiw/hYFOjpu9gyM/s1600/baby6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695680081712690658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hj408cj5E6o/Twse23jAteI/AAAAAAAADiw/hYFOjpu9gyM/s400/baby6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the past two and a half years have been an adventure unlike any other I could have imagined. There has been so much joy, so much love, and so much delight in raising this little baby who just spent his very first night in a big boy bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdblpIdDbso/TwsZpmbX-dI/AAAAAAAADik/eCAG1wrJGYg/s1600/P1012512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695674356220819922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdblpIdDbso/TwsZpmbX-dI/AAAAAAAADik/eCAG1wrJGYg/s400/P1012512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S. this is just the box spring and mattress covered with an old quilt. We have BIG plans for this room...just you wait and see!!!&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/2192703706444951973-2121185885246133283?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2121185885246133283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-boy-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2121185885246133283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2121185885246133283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUJq_SHra0/Twse3VReDwI/AAAAAAAADjI/jU9-PwznmJ8/s72-c/baby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2967736914838048858</id><published>2012-01-08T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:40:43.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Ever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the best day ever, even if it did start off with Eli waking up at 6:30 AM!! We spent the morning playing cars, watching Elmo (again) and shooting ball. When Daddy woke up I left him Eli and headed to the gym. It was packed and so was the grocery store, so I spent my afternoon cleaning the kitchen and putting away groceries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvEy2hCewiA/TwsWgUzLtGI/AAAAAAAADiY/C0SmZTekL1M/s1600/P1012504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695670898335134818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvEy2hCewiA/TwsWgUzLtGI/AAAAAAAADiY/C0SmZTekL1M/s400/P1012504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then headed to the WKU v. Troy ball game. It was Dollar Day, and the first with our new coach! Of course Eli loved meeting Big Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38En8dY7daY/TwsWeBslHGI/AAAAAAAADiM/DcnZop3jKRE/s1600/P1012505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695670858847427682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38En8dY7daY/TwsWeBslHGI/AAAAAAAADiM/DcnZop3jKRE/s400/P1012505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Tops&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9To0oexjX4s/TwsWcmdgfiI/AAAAAAAADiA/f7-qUkmwEvc/s1600/P1012506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695670834356583970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9To0oexjX4s/TwsWcmdgfiI/AAAAAAAADiA/f7-qUkmwEvc/s400/P1012506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli was so, SO into the game! Here he is watching the action while I tried to snap a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIVOeHXSdCQ/TwsWbL58fbI/AAAAAAAADh0/qm9kb9-cBG4/s1600/P1012507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695670810048232882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIVOeHXSdCQ/TwsWbL58fbI/AAAAAAAADh0/qm9kb9-cBG4/s400/P1012507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still mad at me for the distraction...ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvxJrApZFLY/TwsWZqnACvI/AAAAAAAADho/R7dnyWjezCo/s1600/P1012509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695670783930534642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xvxJrApZFLY/TwsWZqnACvI/AAAAAAAADho/R7dnyWjezCo/s400/P1012509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the game we went to the Adkins' house to eat pizza, play games, and let the boys run around. They had so much fun together, and we enjoyed getting to spend the time with our friends too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2967736914838048858?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2967736914838048858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2967736914838048858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2967736914838048858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-day-ever.html' title='Best Day Ever'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvEy2hCewiA/TwsWgUzLtGI/AAAAAAAADiY/C0SmZTekL1M/s72-c/P1012504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1384621629355350359</id><published>2012-01-07T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:27:56.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmellow Fight</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the most beautiful day here. 60 degrees in January, yes please!! When I got off of work, I decided to take Eli to the park to enjoy the sunshine. Afterwards we stopped by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IGA&lt;/span&gt; to pick up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; for a "snowball" fight. We then devised a plan to sneak attack Daddy after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjw9_Fi4QhM/TwsT0Nkf5LI/AAAAAAAADhc/HJIfnTHMy6E/s1600/P1012495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667941456995506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjw9_Fi4QhM/TwsT0Nkf5LI/AAAAAAAADhc/HJIfnTHMy6E/s400/P1012495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my little co-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conspirator&lt;/span&gt; with the weapons...ha!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtMFqW094MY/TwsTz_JRK2I/AAAAAAAADhQ/F_OoXfRRKr4/s1600/P1012499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667937584687970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtMFqW094MY/TwsTz_JRK2I/AAAAAAAADhQ/F_OoXfRRKr4/s400/P1012499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a yummy pizza dinner (requested by Eli) we fired our first shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzyUQ0I3I34/TwsTyyrnlkI/AAAAAAAADhE/lbRHd6q7nAg/s1600/P1012500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667917059233346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzyUQ0I3I34/TwsTyyrnlkI/AAAAAAAADhE/lbRHd6q7nAg/s400/P1012500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we built our bunkers and the war was on! For the record, Eli isn't the most loyal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;. He wants to be on the team with the most ammunition...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecjOnuaEbbM/TwsTyo2-RRI/AAAAAAAADg4/cW59zp0os6k/s1600/P1012502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695667914422502674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecjOnuaEbbM/TwsTyo2-RRI/AAAAAAAADg4/cW59zp0os6k/s400/P1012502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our fun little game, we blew up the air mattress to watch Elmo Potty Time and go to sleep. I know, CRAZY Friday night...ha! I wouldn't have it any other way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-1384621629355350359?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1384621629355350359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/marshmellow-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1384621629355350359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1384621629355350359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/marshmellow-fight.html' title='Marshmellow Fight'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjw9_Fi4QhM/TwsT0Nkf5LI/AAAAAAAADhc/HJIfnTHMy6E/s72-c/P1012495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2682183172777558393</id><published>2012-01-06T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:17:48.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy / Son Day</title><content type='html'>Because I'm a working momma, my time with Eli is quite precious. I mean between working, cleaning, cooking, and laundry our "one one one" time together is limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course include him in as many tasks as possible and take time to talk and sing with him while I busy around. I also make time each day to just play, but I want to be really intentional about spending special time with him each week. Last year I marked Thursdays on my calendar to go above and beyond when it comes to our time together and I look forward to carrying this tradition into 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHZ8qEogS0U/TwsQBi4wGMI/AAAAAAAADgs/ODEJw-hw01I/s1600/P1012490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695663772470876354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHZ8qEogS0U/TwsQBi4wGMI/AAAAAAAADgs/ODEJw-hw01I/s400/P1012490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we went to the library. It amazes me how something so mundane can truly delight a toddler. He was so excited! We checked out a few books on "big boy beds" to read since we are making the transition this weekend. We also picked up an Elmo Potty Time dvd since that is also something we are working on in the Watson home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWLJN2DDx58/TwsQBZOjMQI/AAAAAAAADgc/_Yx1Na4-OYM/s1600/P1012492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695663769877950722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWLJN2DDx58/TwsQBZOjMQI/AAAAAAAADgc/_Yx1Na4-OYM/s400/P1012492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the library we went Wendy's to get a a little treat. Can you tell he was enjoying the Frosty? We talked about the big boy he is becoming, pottying, and his new bed. It's hard to believe that I can carry on a conversation with him. This time last year we was barely talking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNh5FLVhGKU/TwsQBPUjSXI/AAAAAAAADgU/9_H8nlXDecM/s1600/P1012494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695663767218768242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNh5FLVhGKU/TwsQBPUjSXI/AAAAAAAADgU/9_H8nlXDecM/s400/P1012494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it doesn't sound like much, and maybe it isn't, but for now the library and Wendy's are just as exciting as going to the movies! Needless to say, I'm cashing in on his enthusiasm and embracing these sweet memories.&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/2192703706444951973-2682183172777558393?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2682183172777558393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommy-son-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2682183172777558393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2682183172777558393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommy-son-day.html' title='Mommy / Son Day'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHZ8qEogS0U/TwsQBi4wGMI/AAAAAAAADgs/ODEJw-hw01I/s72-c/P1012490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7477507421147719304</id><published>2012-01-05T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:55:34.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Running Wish List</title><content type='html'>Well, I hit the gym again this week. I was only away for three weeks and it feels more like 3 years to by body, oh well...time to get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the other day that I am training for a Mini Marathon (13.1 miles) in October. So here are some of the things on my "not going to happen, but keep on dreaming" wish list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj7RWoNG9sI/TwXiRhwiw6I/AAAAAAAADgI/qxwAK_czMSE/s1600/run4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694206094627488674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj7RWoNG9sI/TwXiRhwiw6I/AAAAAAAADgI/qxwAK_czMSE/s400/run4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't really want &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;poster because I think posters are tacky. I do however, LOVE the quote...totally going to memorize this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mO1JW5XDoXs/TwXiRkdS_6I/AAAAAAAADf8/7BD3g6kXs1g/s1600/run2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694206095352070050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mO1JW5XDoXs/TwXiRkdS_6I/AAAAAAAADf8/7BD3g6kXs1g/s400/run2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't have any music on my Iphone, so I want to have Eric add some tonight. This might be the only part of my wish list that happens!! If he does get frisky with helping me, maybe he will buy me an ipod case???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4rqygHNN7c/TwXiP_Pkx_I/AAAAAAAADf0/l752ej3Fk0k/s1600/run3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694206068182534130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4rqygHNN7c/TwXiP_Pkx_I/AAAAAAAADf0/l752ej3Fk0k/s400/run3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course when it warms up I'll be taking this new hobby outside, so this super cute Gymboss would be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CR6gmQ3HrcY/TwXiPrWcIxI/AAAAAAAADfk/oLZSjuGTtQg/s1600/Run%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694206062842618642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CR6gmQ3HrcY/TwXiPrWcIxI/AAAAAAAADfk/oLZSjuGTtQg/s400/Run%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since we are talking about pink, who wouldn't love this adorable ensemble to run in. Of course I would just like to look this good in ANY assemble...haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta run now...no pun intended ;)&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/2192703706444951973-7477507421147719304?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7477507421147719304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-running-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7477507421147719304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7477507421147719304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-running-wish-list.html' title='My Running Wish List'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj7RWoNG9sI/TwXiRhwiw6I/AAAAAAAADgI/qxwAK_czMSE/s72-c/run4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8420918087766568846</id><published>2012-01-04T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:38:21.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJsZkTVnxho/TwR-uaI2SHI/AAAAAAAADdw/SZYbciaBHys/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693815164658665586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJsZkTVnxho/TwR-uaI2SHI/AAAAAAAADdw/SZYbciaBHys/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wednesday, and I'm linking up with Jamie to show you. Sadly, I am short on time today so this will be short and sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYryamkCOFc/TwR-tUidHTI/AAAAAAAADdY/j7Ltjd2tqV8/s1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693815145975586098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYryamkCOFc/TwR-tUidHTI/AAAAAAAADdY/j7Ltjd2tqV8/s400/cup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm LOVIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' my Tervis Cup. I've actually had it for over a year, but just got the top for it...SCORE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovin'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;all this New Year's motivation....let's hope it sticks around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qM88aJByUGo/TwR-srOQtNI/AAAAAAAADdM/5J5zqoVoiMY/s1600/P1012458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693815134885033170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qM88aJByUGo/TwR-srOQtNI/AAAAAAAADdM/5J5zqoVoiMY/s400/P1012458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all the time that my hubby and I got to spend together this past weekend! So much fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the time we get to spend this weekend with our friends, The Adkins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFHk_6bzyEw/TwR-sc56fQI/AAAAAAAADdA/6oYlz1AgkyM/s1600/P1012485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693815131041594626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFHk_6bzyEw/TwR-sc56fQI/AAAAAAAADdA/6oYlz1AgkyM/s400/P1012485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this little guy and getting to be his Mommy...what are you Lovin'?&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/2192703706444951973-8420918087766568846?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8420918087766568846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-im-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8420918087766568846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8420918087766568846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-im-lovin.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJsZkTVnxho/TwR-uaI2SHI/AAAAAAAADdw/SZYbciaBHys/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7445257810478561305</id><published>2012-01-03T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:30:59.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goals</title><content type='html'>I interviewed a guest yesterday who specializes in helping people reach their goals. He informed me that the first step is always righting them down. Before we get to that, I should say that I don't typically come up with New Year Resolutions. Instead I focus on a word like "joy" or "faith." I find when I focus on a spiritual trait, it overflows into the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my word it "stewardship." I want to be a better steward of everything the Lord has blessed me with including my relationship with Him, my role as a wife and mother, my health, my time, and my finances. So, here are my "goals" based on my word for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Fall More Deeply In Love With Christ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think it is ever ok to become complacent in our walks with the Lord. Last year I resolved to have a more consistent quiet time. I don't want to simply check that off my list. I want to build on that. I want to fall more in love with my Savior this year. I want to be so blinded by His light that everything else (including the rest of my list) will grow dim! If this is my priority, everything else will fall into place, or it simply won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Make Eli Sleep:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He's actually doing much better, so this could be narrowed a bit by working on a better bedtime routine....like one that actually works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Become A Better Stewart Of My Finances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; We don't believe in credit cards, but we aren't quite ready to jump on the Dave Ramsey wagon yet. We want to be completely debt free, but to be frank, childcare is WAY too expensive. So for now, we will continue to live within our means and work more on the savings part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Stick To A Routine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I actually did a lot better with this toward the end of the year, so I want to build on it. Because we both work and live so far out in the country, our schedule is pretty predictable. It's the "chores" that I want to be more routine about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday: Clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday: Grocery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday: Play Date &amp;amp; Church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday: Clean Car &amp;amp; Mommy/Son Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday: Pay Bills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday: Fun Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday: Grooming Day (Nails, Waxing, ect.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Run A Mini Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Let's face it. I have really struggled with my weight, so I want to focus on something else this year. I have always loved to run but never actually done a race. I think this goal will give me something to push toward with tangible results. Plus, it has major benefits like WEIGHT LOSS! I already have a 3K, 5K, 10K and Mini Marathon picked out and on the calendar. With October being the big month!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7445257810478561305?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7445257810478561305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-goals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7445257810478561305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7445257810478561305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-goals.html' title='New Goals'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-122268497461269362</id><published>2012-01-02T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:08:32.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone! I wanted to let you all know that, yes, we are still alive. We had a wonderful Christmas followed by being sick for an entire week, followed by a four day weekend visiting family. Needless to say, I haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news it that I have taken PLENTY of pictures. So, you can expect to be smothered with blog posts this week. Without further delay here are the topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Night Before Christmas (Eve)&lt;br /&gt;2. Breakfast With Santa&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;6. A Look Back&lt;br /&gt;7. A Look Ahead&lt;br /&gt;8. New Year's Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT posts to be made this week. Sorry. Hope you and your family face a blessed and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-122268497461269362?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/122268497461269362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/122268497461269362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/122268497461269362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7955364274982229316</id><published>2011-12-27T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:04:04.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrCbcIDev9c/TwXGcG8fqNI/AAAAAAAADfY/qZPrJxm-ZMQ/s1600/P1012392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694175490082842834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrCbcIDev9c/TwXGcG8fqNI/AAAAAAAADfY/qZPrJxm-ZMQ/s400/P1012392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After starting our Christmas Eve off by eating Breakfast with Santa, we went straight to Urgent Care for Eric to get seen for his sinus infection that had taken a turn for the worse. He was in there for more than two hours, so Eli and I went across the street to Hobby Lobby and Steak Shake. Once Eric was out, we went to the pharmacy before heading home to get ready for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point we had a minor heart attack when I my sister sent me a text saying they were getting off the interstate. Turns out she meant parkway, which gave us an extra hour to get ready. By getting ready I mean me and Eric spruced up while Eli simply REFUSED to wear anything (including a diaper.) All my dreams and money spent on cute Christmas clothes went out the window when I decided that I would oblique in his nakedness since it was Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8-9RznKLLk/TwXGbuGIZ1I/AAAAAAAADfM/vJHERiFdJqM/s1600/P1012407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694175483412375378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8-9RznKLLk/TwXGbuGIZ1I/AAAAAAAADfM/vJHERiFdJqM/s400/P1012407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When my family arrived we ate homemade vegetable soup before opening gifts together. We also managed to talk Eli into wearing a shirt. As always, my parents were more than generous as were my sibling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Eli thought he was pretty hot stuff opening up all the new toys and clothes. Luckily my parents were willing to put him to sleep for us so that we could get started on the toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fRlp3YvER8/TwXGbeKYjUI/AAAAAAAADfA/6Xw3CQWYVvk/s1600/P1012410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694175479135243586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fRlp3YvER8/TwXGbeKYjUI/AAAAAAAADfA/6Xw3CQWYVvk/s400/P1012410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIrmYeknuDQ/TwXE6mLGFEI/AAAAAAAADew/qf0vFNoCW3Q/s1600/P1012416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694173814838400066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIrmYeknuDQ/TwXE6mLGFEI/AAAAAAAADew/qf0vFNoCW3Q/s400/P1012416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of the DVDs we'll be watching in the Watson home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8w-He6M3dsU/TwXE6YT7QBI/AAAAAAAADek/e8T4I9PZNYQ/s1600/P1012418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694173811117342738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8w-He6M3dsU/TwXE6YT7QBI/AAAAAAAADek/e8T4I9PZNYQ/s400/P1012418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also an awesome trace track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7ZteE_OpjE/TwXE5ewkePI/AAAAAAAADec/VGxfvRsbDBI/s1600/P1012419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694173795668228338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7ZteE_OpjE/TwXE5ewkePI/AAAAAAAADec/VGxfvRsbDBI/s400/P1012419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Santa sure did good with this new ball set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694173781635411730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuAbctOxuxQ/TwXE4qe4rxI/AAAAAAAADeA/-iKkJNsJTbU/s400/P1012422.JPG" /&gt;He also got lots of cars (the Semi is from Gigi and Poppa), a train table, and two train tracks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kETaHa_-8Y/TwXE46x2fiI/AAAAAAAADeM/sFvXjnSja40/s1600/P1012421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694173786009927202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kETaHa_-8Y/TwXE46x2fiI/AAAAAAAADeM/sFvXjnSja40/s400/P1012421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we got it all get up we were pretty exhausted and went straight to bed dreaming of a happy little boy coming morning....STAY TUNED!!&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/2192703706444951973-7955364274982229316?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7955364274982229316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7955364274982229316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7955364274982229316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrCbcIDev9c/TwXGcG8fqNI/AAAAAAAADfY/qZPrJxm-ZMQ/s72-c/P1012392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6895441228359416476</id><published>2011-12-26T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:04:55.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast With Santa</title><content type='html'>Our Christmas Eve started off at Chaney's Dairy Farm for Breakfast With Santa. Since this was our first year home for the holidays, we decided to make this part of our Christmas tradition rather than just an event during the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8izvKPkbE/TwRx8pDXkRI/AAAAAAAADc0/Yje0lWx7RPQ/s1600/P1012387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693801115529220370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8izvKPkbE/TwRx8pDXkRI/AAAAAAAADc0/Yje0lWx7RPQ/s400/P1012387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the name suggests, they serve a big country breakfast, which we enjoyed together as a family. Then the kids get to meet Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij4B9M1bCic/TwRx8CAixEI/AAAAAAAADco/vrShCNnoq3U/s1600/P1012389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693801105048388674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij4B9M1bCic/TwRx8CAixEI/AAAAAAAADco/vrShCNnoq3U/s400/P1012389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because reservations are required, it's a small enough event that each child gets plenty of attention! I love how intently Eli is talking with Santa...be still my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdgDlOf2wzY/TwRx7ClLKzI/AAAAAAAADcQ/WB7Rqn2Z_II/s1600/P1012393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693801088022162226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdgDlOf2wzY/TwRx7ClLKzI/AAAAAAAADcQ/WB7Rqn2Z_II/s400/P1012393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even when I decided to jump in the picture, he just kept jabbering away, However he finally looked up when daddy wanted a picture with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-xYBSR9u6U/TwRwxr9RNyI/AAAAAAAADcA/x4q7Qt-meEY/s1600/P1012394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693799827818755874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-xYBSR9u6U/TwRwxr9RNyI/AAAAAAAADcA/x4q7Qt-meEY/s400/P1012394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKr03YCbaX8/TwRwwogLIXI/AAAAAAAADb0/EBCt9H5Y6YQ/s1600/P1012395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693799809711546738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKr03YCbaX8/TwRwwogLIXI/AAAAAAAADb0/EBCt9H5Y6YQ/s400/P1012395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Eli was just as excited to see the giant cow as he was to see Santa Clause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUvBj0OXOIU/TwRwwNyyTDI/AAAAAAAADbo/rJGb4syUaZo/s1600/P1012395.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast and pictures with Santa, all the kids head upstairs to the "loft" where Farmer Carl reads "Twas The Night Before Christmas." Eli listened so closely. I was proud, until I discovered the source of his goodness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqb4awBajoE/TwRwvZiiI9I/AAAAAAAADbc/KMqzwp3RRaU/s1600/P1012398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693799788515042258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqb4awBajoE/TwRwvZiiI9I/AAAAAAAADbc/KMqzwp3RRaU/s400/P1012398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Santa for the early present...aka MESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1LQAggNWXg/TwRwvFCWPvI/AAAAAAAADbQ/CP-2ZeBtO5U/s1600/P1012399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693799783011335922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1LQAggNWXg/TwRwvFCWPvI/AAAAAAAADbQ/CP-2ZeBtO5U/s400/P1012399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After such a wonderful start to our Christmas Celebrations it was time to head home to get ready for family!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6895441228359416476?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6895441228359416476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/breakfast-with-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6895441228359416476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6895441228359416476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2012/01/breakfast-with-santa.html' title='Breakfast With Santa'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8izvKPkbE/TwRx8pDXkRI/AAAAAAAADc0/Yje0lWx7RPQ/s72-c/P1012387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2999785546546556567</id><published>2011-12-26T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:44:06.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was The Night Before Christmas (Eve)</title><content type='html'>The night before Christmas Eric and Eli were able to stay home and enjoy their morning while I went to work. I actually took off an hour early because there was so much to do before our families arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKQ2m6ewyN4/TwMSdvF2frI/AAAAAAAADbE/e96iSE0aoHY/s1600/P1012382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693414655992954546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKQ2m6ewyN4/TwMSdvF2frI/AAAAAAAADbE/e96iSE0aoHY/s400/P1012382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was able to swing by the grocery store before heading home. Then I picked up a pizza for the boys. We ate that and got started cleaning. Eric worked on steaming the carpets while I put Eli down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZnczvhEG_o/TwMSdPqIxSI/AAAAAAAADa4/taBnlZGmg7s/s1600/P1012384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693414647555212578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZnczvhEG_o/TwMSdPqIxSI/AAAAAAAADa4/taBnlZGmg7s/s400/P1012384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys took a little break during the evening to watch the WKU v. Louisville game! I worked while they watched the game. Apparently at some point Eli saw a commercial for iHop. Can you guess where we ate dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wmf-Ag-J6I/TwMSc4bP8zI/AAAAAAAADas/xB1QMF6Jtv8/s1600/P1012385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693414641318753074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wmf-Ag-J6I/TwMSc4bP8zI/AAAAAAAADas/xB1QMF6Jtv8/s400/P1012385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finished our crazy night with a trip to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things I had forgotten. Then it was home to rest up for all the Christmas celebrations!!&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/2192703706444951973-2999785546546556567?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2999785546546556567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-night-before-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2999785546546556567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2999785546546556567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-night-before-christmas-eve.html' title='T&apos;was The Night Before Christmas (Eve)'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKQ2m6ewyN4/TwMSdvF2frI/AAAAAAAADbE/e96iSE0aoHY/s72-c/P1012382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2786225024145522168</id><published>2011-12-25T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:41:00.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish you a Merry Christmas as we celebrate the birth of Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689372515545112290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEkYnGwX0xU/TvS2KMfv3uI/AAAAAAAADag/JrtoLI6DWMk/s400/Card.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus,because he will save his people from their sins.” -Matthew 1:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2786225024145522168?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2786225024145522168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2786225024145522168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2786225024145522168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEkYnGwX0xU/TvS2KMfv3uI/AAAAAAAADag/JrtoLI6DWMk/s72-c/Card.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1761544346259361466</id><published>2011-12-23T09:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:17:34.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Shall Be Called...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"--which means, "God with us." - Matthew 1:23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love this passage of scripture because Israel, a people in waiting, will finally see their Savior. The angel doesn't just tell Mary that she will have a son named Jesus. No, he tells her that her baby will be called Immanuel...GOD WITH US!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As a young mom, I am reminded of the naming process. Don't we all want a name that is strong? We want to give our children a name with meaning, and power, and identity!! That name becomes our child's legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, our Immanuel didn't have just one name. NO...he is referred to in more than 100 different ways in the Bible. It really bothers me that the English language has deluded the names of Christ. To the Jews he wasn't just "Jesus." He was and is, so much more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Immanuel&lt;br /&gt;Deliverer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonderful Counselor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King Of Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Son Of God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you imagine one name meaning so much? The Old Testament has many beautiful names for God as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;El Shaddai - Lord God Almighty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adonai - Lord, Master&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;El Olam - The Everlasting God&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jehovah Jireh - Our provider&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last name is my favorite right now. I have found myself crying out to "Jehovah Jireh," so many times this past year. We serve a faithful God, and he became our Jehovah Jireh once again his holiday season. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago our church sent out a benevolence request for a single mother in need of a refrigerator. Our hearts stirred for this family immediately as we learned that the mother of a seven year old boy had been in a terrible accident this past spring. Her time in the hospital resulted in being laid off work. That combined with medical bills forced the woman and her son into an unfavorable situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course an accident this past spring has also put my loved ones in a difficult situation this holiday season, so my heart was tendered toward this women. We also discovered that her son has Type One Diabetes which as effected Eric's family in a major way. God clearly placed this mother in our path and her son in our path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We didn't have a full size refrigerator, but we did have one from college which we will be giving her. We also felt lead to make sure her son received Christmas presents. We asked to purchase a few toys for him and began to pray that Jehovah Jireh would provide us with the funds to do something special for this family we had never met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again we serve a mighty God because as I was cleaning out a closet I came across an old bag that needed to be thrown out. Upon further inspection we found $45 inside which we immediately put toward gifts for this little boy. That same night I won a $25 gift card at my work Christmas Party. I don't know if you're adding this up, but that is a total of $70 for this precious boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please don't think I am telling you this story to look say, "look what we did." In fact, I debated on posting this at all because I wanted to do this in secret so God would receive all the glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, I know there are lots of you out there who need hope in miracles this Christmas. Like Israel, you are waiting. You're waiting for Jehovah Jirah to provide for you. You're waiting for the Prince Of Peace to to reign in your life. You're waiting for El Shaddai to pour his mighty power on you. You're waiting to feel Immanuel come along side you and surround you with his glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you wait please know that this Redeemer that was born so many years ago can be your most perfect Christmas gift this season. Do you know him? Is so, what are you calling Him today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-1761544346259361466?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1761544346259361466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-shall-be-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1761544346259361466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1761544346259361466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-shall-be-called.html' title='He Shall Be Called...'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1327612795128483312</id><published>2011-12-22T11:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:52:07.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about clothes for a minute...can we? I don't know about you, but since becoming a mom I feel like "Raggedy Anne in a Barbie Doll world." Please tell me you feel that way too sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I mean I'm walking around with all these extra pounds for starters. Even with new and BIGGER clothes nothing seems to look so good anymore. I'm not saying I want to look like the Kardashians, but Rosanne isn't exactly the look I had in mind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enzgMJhfxMI/TvNs_baNr0I/AAAAAAAADaM/WhZxE65zuB8/s1600/mom_jeans1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689010591244332866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enzgMJhfxMI/TvNs_baNr0I/AAAAAAAADaM/WhZxE65zuB8/s400/mom_jeans1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this Saturday Night LIVE skit is so what I thought I would wear when I was "older."  Were there any other choices for moms in the 90's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cd4JM1PiwE/TvNs_K7OhTI/AAAAAAAADZ4/Z5qwUZ_5mjg/s1600/kate%2Bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689010586819396914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cd4JM1PiwE/TvNs_K7OhTI/AAAAAAAADZ4/Z5qwUZ_5mjg/s400/kate%2Bone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess we do have some modern day role models.  Just look at this transformation....I JOKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miPw-F8XSTM/TvNs-2PVkkI/AAAAAAAADZw/E9oogC3P_wQ/s1600/Kate%2Btwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689010581266600514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miPw-F8XSTM/TvNs-2PVkkI/AAAAAAAADZw/E9oogC3P_wQ/s400/Kate%2Btwo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for the rest of us who don't exploit our children on television in order to get plastic surgery, what do we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I want CUTE, modern, modest clothes for my changing body.  Is that to much to ask?  Pinterest has some inspiring ideas, but their models are missing one crucial accessory...a screaming kid!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689010572528412738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QT-JwcWgmro/TvNs-Vr_aEI/AAAAAAAADZk/XS0TRo5RXts/s400/outfit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689010568394870082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3py8FK6Kx4M/TvNs-GSejUI/AAAAAAAADZY/Vzhgbi6ELGM/s400/outfit%2Bone.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This leaves me with a question for you my dear readers.  How would you feel about some guest posts from REAL LIFE mommies who are rebelling against the 1990's Lee Jean crazy, not conforming to the unrealistic pressure from celebrity moms, and instead embracing their new role and new style?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you want to read or contribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-1327612795128483312?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1327612795128483312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/mommy-jeans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1327612795128483312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1327612795128483312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/mommy-jeans.html' title='Mommy Jeans'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enzgMJhfxMI/TvNs_baNr0I/AAAAAAAADaM/WhZxE65zuB8/s72-c/mom_jeans1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3989385260428892876</id><published>2011-12-20T07:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:29:06.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how lovely are your branches" ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;unless you belong to Eli !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli is very into Christmas this year which really surprised me. We need to work on the whole Baby Jesus thing because he things the babe in the manger is Baby Eli!! We're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does know who Santa, Frosty and Rudolph are, which I'm sure is part of hearing about it at daycare. He loves to sing &lt;em&gt;"Santa Clause Is Coming To Town,"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Jingle Bells,"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"Frosty The Snowman."&lt;/em&gt; But hands down his favorite Christmas song is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, Christmas Tree!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyUSCXAg97E/TvCTuvQG2TI/AAAAAAAADZA/zje7F3ey5VU/s1600/P1012361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208760536226098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyUSCXAg97E/TvCTuvQG2TI/AAAAAAAADZA/zje7F3ey5VU/s400/P1012361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turns out, he really enjoys decorating this $10 tree we got on sale after Christmas last year. We put it in his room just before Thanksgiving and decorated it up with ribbons, candy canes, plastic red, gold and green ornaments, and a few baseballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Eli doesn't like our style because he has taken it up on himself to redecorate the tree on a daily basis. I thought you might enjoy some pictures of a few things I've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208969543338642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw3yvcVpHnI/TvCT653SSpI/AAAAAAAADZM/5d5VSvYZXFE/s400/P1012365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just yesterday he added this Mickey Mouse stuffed animal. I can't believe he knew how to use the tag as a hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nF5DjA6P71o/TvCTtL-bFPI/AAAAAAAADYo/wMldQS3yIBc/s1600/P1012367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208733886944498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nF5DjA6P71o/TvCTtL-bFPI/AAAAAAAADYo/wMldQS3yIBc/s400/P1012367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This souvenir baseball glove from the Atlanta Braves was added to the tree by Daddy per Eli's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYDyxD4do5M/TvCTKCxzHEI/AAAAAAAADYc/JJY1ZQ-CAqM/s1600/P1012368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208130122652738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYDyxD4do5M/TvCTKCxzHEI/AAAAAAAADYc/JJY1ZQ-CAqM/s400/P1012368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are also a pair a pliers nabbed by our toddler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUCEFHUfYj4/TvCTIzV6y9I/AAAAAAAADYM/CTjFzDyT16s/s1600/P1012369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208108799314898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUCEFHUfYj4/TvCTIzV6y9I/AAAAAAAADYM/CTjFzDyT16s/s400/P1012369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and several of my necklaces. In fact, I regularly discover missing jewelery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skWBKwKSJLg/TvCTImNvjAI/AAAAAAAADX8/qDqxfi0BO6I/s1600/P1012371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208105275362306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skWBKwKSJLg/TvCTImNvjAI/AAAAAAAADX8/qDqxfi0BO6I/s400/P1012371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, we can't forget this Brobee toy. It was added by Eric, but Eli likes to take credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90Gv3FkNDfc/TvCTHzuv5CI/AAAAAAAADX0/_DqMg56MfPE/s1600/P1012372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208091723588642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90Gv3FkNDfc/TvCTHzuv5CI/AAAAAAAADX0/_DqMg56MfPE/s400/P1012372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little thief totally took the above star off the family tree and found these mittens in the coat closet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry too much about his little habit of taking things...he shares too! In fact, our tree in the living room now sports a Hawaiian necklace! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not for long. Shh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpDJoqKOX70/TvCTHkDcdcI/AAAAAAAADXo/YZjERojHBbo/s1600/P1012375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688208087515428290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpDJoqKOX70/TvCTHkDcdcI/AAAAAAAADXo/YZjERojHBbo/s400/P1012375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to the the ornaments on Eli's tree. I found these at the Dollar Tree. I got six for $1. My boys colored them and put them on display. Of course, they regularly move locations but are always eye level to a toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgHykNiJFUI/TvCSkHpNaFI/AAAAAAAADXY/QKUsypqn-Ss/s1600/P1012376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688207478593775698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgHykNiJFUI/TvCSkHpNaFI/AAAAAAAADXY/QKUsypqn-Ss/s400/P1012376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, I almost forgot last years Tick Or Treat bucket. Having a playroom sure has it's perks when it come to re-purposing old toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ6frSTxYBU/TvCSjhj5fgI/AAAAAAAADXM/3aZlJ5nohWo/s1600/P1012377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688207468370951682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ6frSTxYBU/TvCSjhj5fgI/AAAAAAAADXM/3aZlJ5nohWo/s400/P1012377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found this stocking at a flee market last year but never used it. No worries though. Eli found it and made sure to display it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1gjb8eMqk/TvCSiuI3vBI/AAAAAAAADXA/Hs1lUVrUdro/s1600/P1012378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688207454567382034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1gjb8eMqk/TvCSiuI3vBI/AAAAAAAADXA/Hs1lUVrUdro/s400/P1012378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to conclude this little tour of the tree with a glance at the tree topper. Elmo made yet another appearance this holiday when he showed up as the tree topper! Ha! I kid you not, Eli cried until Eric added last year's Halloween costume to the top of the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other items I have discovered on the tree that are not pictured here include coat hangers, whistles, and shopping receipts. Don't worry! All paper "ornaments" have been taken down do to being fire hazard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned how much I adore having a toddler. Especially around the holidays!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3989385260428892876?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3989385260428892876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3989385260428892876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3989385260428892876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyUSCXAg97E/TvCTuvQG2TI/AAAAAAAADZA/zje7F3ey5VU/s72-c/P1012361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6252008258315721966</id><published>2011-12-19T11:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:56:07.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opryland Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aiKNW6sgN0g/Tu92NJbObkI/AAAAAAAADWc/aANSwayjUPw/s1600/P1012326.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was an eventful day around the Watson home. We woke up and spent some time relaxing before getting started on a few chores. Well, we heard a knock on the door sometime mid-morning. It was our neighbor telling us that Louie (our dog) had killed their chicken!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, her husband informed us that Louie had only been successful in pulling a few feathers out. Nonetheless, we went straight to town to rent an edger to put in the underground fence. Sadly, the man at the rental center informed us that it was too wet...so back home we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to get the wire laid out in the yard and watch the University Of Louisville game before heading down to Opryland in Nashville to see the lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irCeVG6sYY8/Tu92M5XaJoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/QCgZZzS6cME/s1600/P1012328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687894818321737346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irCeVG6sYY8/Tu92M5XaJoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/QCgZZzS6cME/s400/P1012328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric and I went several times in college with friends and family, but this was the first time we ventured into the chaos with Eli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFUFJ-21ITY/Tu91hG-6mhI/AAAAAAAADWE/tkGcjjHYTkU/s1600/P1012330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687894066062858770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFUFJ-21ITY/Tu91hG-6mhI/AAAAAAAADWE/tkGcjjHYTkU/s400/P1012330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I am so glad we did. He was mesmerized by the winter wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFkubn7CP08/Tu91gY_xvVI/AAAAAAAADV4/dtV1hHiUUBA/s1600/P1012335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687894053718441298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFkubn7CP08/Tu91gY_xvVI/AAAAAAAADV4/dtV1hHiUUBA/s400/P1012335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadly, it was way too crowded to really enjoy ourselves. I think next year we will go on a week night like we did in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TC63H6bTsc8/Tu91f8594xI/AAAAAAAADVs/fnnaS6mgBJ0/s1600/P1012338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687894046177878802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TC63H6bTsc8/Tu91f8594xI/AAAAAAAADVs/fnnaS6mgBJ0/s400/P1012338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before heading to the outdoor lights we stopped for some Gelato and a cookie for Eli. I'm sure he thought we were the best parents ever letting him eat sweets before dinner...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehfvP8X4Sh8/Tu91fS8hXMI/AAAAAAAADVg/3cGo9z6IWZo/s1600/P1012339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687894034914303170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehfvP8X4Sh8/Tu91fS8hXMI/AAAAAAAADVg/3cGo9z6IWZo/s400/P1012339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lights outside the hotel were spectacular, but the Nativity Scene was my favorite. They actually had an audio recording telling the story of the birth of our Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jP4KXGX9u6E/Tu91fOj45RI/AAAAAAAADVU/1TqgIEWEwXU/s1600/P1012345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687894033737245970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jP4KXGX9u6E/Tu91fOj45RI/AAAAAAAADVU/1TqgIEWEwXU/s400/P1012345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG7Czt3L6Gg/Tu90ktOTOUI/AAAAAAAADVI/7c3uDNMhl0k/s1600/P1012346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687893028355914050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XG7Czt3L6Gg/Tu90ktOTOUI/AAAAAAAADVI/7c3uDNMhl0k/s400/P1012346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although it was super cold outside, Eli didn't seem to mind. He was just in awe of the lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MK9vG7U25zE/Tu90j6B1b-I/AAAAAAAADVA/DibQgfTkzP0/s1600/P1012348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687893014613422050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MK9vG7U25zE/Tu90j6B1b-I/AAAAAAAADVA/DibQgfTkzP0/s400/P1012348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hywd8rSXptU/Tu90jubF3QI/AAAAAAAADUw/FT4IJ61CtFc/s1600/P1012350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687893011498130690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hywd8rSXptU/Tu90jubF3QI/AAAAAAAADUw/FT4IJ61CtFc/s400/P1012350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once back inside we took a few more pictures before heading to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtZ3M-RCiFA/Tu90ijtZ2tI/AAAAAAAADUk/fHcJsyt2hx4/s1600/P1012351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687892991442279122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtZ3M-RCiFA/Tu90ijtZ2tI/AAAAAAAADUk/fHcJsyt2hx4/s400/P1012351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our GPS Unit found a Sir Pizza which is one of my family's favorite places to eat. We indulged in the yummy pizza, and shared a hysterical conversation with Eli that ended with him telling us that Santa got a boo-boo from being kicked by Rudolph...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ESuzE9BaNk/Tu90iaWeT-I/AAAAAAAADUY/qxnWjN9ktOQ/s1600/P1012360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687892988930183138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ESuzE9BaNk/Tu90iaWeT-I/AAAAAAAADUY/qxnWjN9ktOQ/s400/P1012360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We plan on making this a yearly tradition, minus the whole dog eating a neighbor's chicken thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6252008258315721966?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6252008258315721966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/opryland-hotel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6252008258315721966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6252008258315721966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/opryland-hotel.html' title='Opryland Hotel'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irCeVG6sYY8/Tu92M5XaJoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/QCgZZzS6cME/s72-c/P1012328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8748560277729868206</id><published>2011-12-19T10:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:06:55.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><content type='html'>This post is almost pointless with the exception of documenting that Eric and I do OCCASIONALLY go out on a Friday night...ha! Eric's work had a Christmas Party at the National Corvette Museum, so Tina and Owen came over to play with Eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIhdbpb2gao/Tu9gNqFy11I/AAAAAAAADUM/Qn-_V47bbsQ/s1600/P1012323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687870642145384274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIhdbpb2gao/Tu9gNqFy11I/AAAAAAAADUM/Qn-_V47bbsQ/s400/P1012323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pObJsDhFSs/Tu9gNTY_kFI/AAAAAAAADT8/kjS8-d8lLIA/s1600/P1012324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687870636051894354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pObJsDhFSs/Tu9gNTY_kFI/AAAAAAAADT8/kjS8-d8lLIA/s400/P1012324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We snapped a few pictures before we left which turned out sorta cute since Eli was in a lovey/dovey mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsPWv0L8HU4/Tu9gNGbMCPI/AAAAAAAADT0/C2u5ftCdNgU/s1600/P1012326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687870632571439346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsPWv0L8HU4/Tu9gNGbMCPI/AAAAAAAADT0/C2u5ftCdNgU/s400/P1012326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also managed to get one picture of just the two of us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8748560277729868206?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8748560277729868206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8748560277729868206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8748560277729868206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-out.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIhdbpb2gao/Tu9gNqFy11I/AAAAAAAADUM/Qn-_V47bbsQ/s72-c/P1012323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3007933974684740773</id><published>2011-12-19T07:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:30:33.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season Of Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2aoMy9Qfew/Tu9AcuVolYI/AAAAAAAADTk/qsfAMKpdTq0/s1600/P1012308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opa0NAaSvTA/Tu9AauX9fAI/AAAAAAAADS0/rMn54vmZjPc/s1600/P1012313.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If ya'll are like me, you spend a lot of time and energy trying come up with inexpensive, yet meaningful gifts for virtually everyone in your life...and it can be stressful. I recently heard a story about "Gift Ideas For Your Garbage Man." Um, no thanks! I pay a heck of a lot of money for this service. Sorry, but I'm not buying a gift for someone I have never met!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, want to get Eli's teachers something special. If you recall, we put him in a new daycare in January. Since attending he has never been sick, he's learned all of his colors, can county to ten, and sings his ABC's. The staff is amazing, and their love for children is evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wanted to do something big, it was almost impossible because he has NINE teachers. Luckily, I came across a Black Friday sale at Bath &amp;amp; Body Works for hand soap. I bought it up and stashed it in the closet for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2aoMy9Qfew/Tu9AcuVolYI/AAAAAAAADTk/qsfAMKpdTq0/s1600/P1012308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687835716611511682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2aoMy9Qfew/Tu9AcuVolYI/AAAAAAAADTk/qsfAMKpdTq0/s400/P1012308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next I searched Pinterest for "soap sayings." Once I found one I liked, I had Eric design me something in Photoshop. (The other print out is for his two male teachers who I doubted would appreciate soap..ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKiUZ_5HWO8/Tu9AcdlI5_I/AAAAAAAADTY/yi6cstp98tw/s1600/P1012309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687835712113141746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKiUZ_5HWO8/Tu9AcdlI5_I/AAAAAAAADTY/yi6cstp98tw/s400/P1012309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I then gathered my supplies which included scissors, a hole puncher, and come Christmas ribbon leftover from last year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXU9a_bTuHI/Tu9AbekAchI/AAAAAAAADTQ/0pxtq_N_pqg/s1600/P1012310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687835695196959250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXU9a_bTuHI/Tu9AbekAchI/AAAAAAAADTQ/0pxtq_N_pqg/s400/P1012310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I wanted to wrap them pretty too. The dollar tree had 2 bags for $1 and tissue paper for $1. I spent $8 total on wrapping...SCORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAAui7EYqNU/Tu9Aa5Dm9rI/AAAAAAAADTA/nh9DrlRJtrc/s1600/P1012311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687835685128959666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAAui7EYqNU/Tu9Aa5Dm9rI/AAAAAAAADTA/nh9DrlRJtrc/s400/P1012311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I had gathered up all my supplies, I started cutting out the tags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opa0NAaSvTA/Tu9AauX9fAI/AAAAAAAADS0/rMn54vmZjPc/s1600/P1012313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687835682261531650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opa0NAaSvTA/Tu9AauX9fAI/AAAAAAAADS0/rMn54vmZjPc/s400/P1012313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next I used the hole punch to make a place for the Christmas ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWkdFw6yo7M/Tu8_lsgn8bI/AAAAAAAADSk/ml7Kx1OLeC4/s1600/P1012316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687834771227931058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWkdFw6yo7M/Tu8_lsgn8bI/AAAAAAAADSk/ml7Kx1OLeC4/s400/P1012316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I tied it to the soap for this cute little present which I gave to all seven of his female teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHw77jwKY9M/Tu8_k9-SBBI/AAAAAAAADSc/UkRGJ3hWZFQ/s1600/P1012318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687834758735856658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHw77jwKY9M/Tu8_k9-SBBI/AAAAAAAADSc/UkRGJ3hWZFQ/s400/P1012318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the two male teachers I had Eric design and print out this little saying I came up with while shopping. I then purchased a basketball, board game, and Santa Gumball Dispenser at the Dollar Tree for a total of $6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGXgyt1Mqco/Tu8_jsGyx2I/AAAAAAAADSE/b6z0uu2PNWA/s1600/P1012321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687834736759850850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGXgyt1Mqco/Tu8_jsGyx2I/AAAAAAAADSE/b6z0uu2PNWA/s400/P1012321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally I added all of the goodies to the gift bags, and there you have it...an inexpensive Christmas gift for teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrapping... $8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Male Teachers... $6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soaps... $20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Print Outs... FREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total Cost $34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was pleased to be able to give a little something to these wonderful people who take such good care of my precious boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3007933974684740773?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3007933974684740773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/season-of-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3007933974684740773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3007933974684740773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/season-of-giving.html' title='The Season Of Giving'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2aoMy9Qfew/Tu9AcuVolYI/AAAAAAAADTk/qsfAMKpdTq0/s72-c/P1012308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6789482156663146115</id><published>2011-12-16T08:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:46:08.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>Three years ago today we got the best Christmas present EVER...we found out that Eli would be joining our family!! It's a funny story really, one I've never blogged about. So without further adieu, here is how it all went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDapqNCQ42M/TutTOYfeLtI/AAAAAAAADRo/_WZv0qHHAQ4/s1600/preggo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686730461043109586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDapqNCQ42M/TutTOYfeLtI/AAAAAAAADRo/_WZv0qHHAQ4/s400/preggo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a Tuesday morning, and I woke up "bright and early" at 8:00. Before we continue with this saga, I need to interject that it makes me laugh to think that I USED to consider 8:00 early! I mean, I now start my day FOUR HOURS sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the detour, back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up "bright and early" at 8:00 that Tuesday having had a very vivid dream that I was pregnant. In this dream my mom and grandmother were talking with me about childbirth and calculating that I was due around labor day. Still a little groggy from my morning brain, I did a little math and determined, "that's weird, if I really was pregnant that would be about right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OwGS5E2w_w/TutTN6eTdXI/AAAAAAAADRY/1PxRTsUT6-I/s1600/preggo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686730452985148786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OwGS5E2w_w/TutTN6eTdXI/AAAAAAAADRY/1PxRTsUT6-I/s400/preggo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP. THE. WORLD!! The possibility hit me like a ton bricks. No, that was impossible. I mean, we were newlyweds...two months in. This couldn't happen so soon. Plus I couldn't have kids, right? And my period....oh crap, what period? When was my last period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I endured a minor panic attack, I racked my brain for pregnancy signs I could have missed. The weekend prior I had poured myself a glass of wine while wrapping presents. It tasted TERRIBLE which I chalked up to a bad bottle. Could it have been my body rejecting alcohol? No...it was bad wine...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, forget Friday what about Saturday? Let's see. Saturday we looked at a house, loved it, had a weird feeling about it and decided to wait before buying. Oh goodness, was our subconsciousness telling us not to buy because we were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Saturday afternoon we met some friends at a basketball game . Oh crap, I drank two bottles of tomato juice while eating dill pickles. Cravings? Impossible...I just like tomatoes and pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Sunday? It was normal. I drank two more cans of tomato juice and that's it. Right? Oh wait. I was peeing every hour. Must be all that tomato juice. No, that's not possible. The sodium should be making me retain water, not pee. What is going on here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQtOvARl3_k/TutTNwmOfjI/AAAAAAAADRM/SZ7Ny8lfxIs/s1600/preggo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686730450334023218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQtOvARl3_k/TutTNwmOfjI/AAAAAAAADRM/SZ7Ny8lfxIs/s400/preggo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing answers, I jumped out of bed and ran down the street to Wal-Mart where I bought a pregnancy test. I'm sure the checkout lady thought I was a big ole skank with my greasy morning hair and my sweat pants. Oh wait, it's Wal-Mart. She probably sees that every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at home, I was still skeptical about the possibility of being prego. Nonetheless, I took the test immediately but left it on the bathroom counter while I busied around the house. A few hours later I came back and saw the (+) positive sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to interject that I didn't know until this week that after sitting more than 10 minutes the test could give a false reading. Oops...still not the case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sorta flipped out at this point and called Eric crying my eyes out. Here's how the conversation went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (through snuffling and sobs) "Eric, I need you to come home."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric:&lt;/strong&gt; "What wrong, baby. Is everything ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "No...I took a pregnancy test and it was positive!!!!!" (Interject Hysterical crying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm on my way." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the point where Eric bolts out of his chair and beelines for the door telling his boss he'd be back. To which the boss asks, "What's wrong is Morgan pregnant or something?" Smart man. Do you think it was the deer in the headlights look that gave it away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mvw28JBb0U/TutTNv6-RbI/AAAAAAAADRE/hZKwIezUMRQ/s1600/preggo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686730450152605106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4mvw28JBb0U/TutTNv6-RbI/AAAAAAAADRE/hZKwIezUMRQ/s400/preggo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eric got home I just pointed to the coffee table where he saw the pee stick sitting there telling the story of our future. He just took me in his arms and kept telling me it would be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We followed that little touch of sentiment with a classy lunch at Sonic and FOUR more pregnancy test. Two were digital, and two were cheapos from the Dollar Tree where the clerk took it upon herself to inform us that they weren't reliable....really? Too much information, LADY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the shock wore off, we were thrilled about becoming parents. Of course, Eric reminds me often of my overreaction to the news...haha! Goodtimes!! &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/2192703706444951973-6789482156663146115?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6789482156663146115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6789482156663146115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6789482156663146115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-years-ago-today.html' title='Three Years Ago Today'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDapqNCQ42M/TutTOYfeLtI/AAAAAAAADRo/_WZv0qHHAQ4/s72-c/preggo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3422456303889745084</id><published>2011-12-15T07:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:17:04.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Express</title><content type='html'>Last night was Polar Express at our Historic Railpark. Basically, they partner with the library to give the kids a chance to hear the story while sitting on a train wearing Christmas pajamas like in the movie. For Eli it was a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBzP95NUS2M/Tun79ykz2UI/AAAAAAAADQ4/oJnZju3nZbc/s1600/P1012276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686353043498719554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBzP95NUS2M/Tun79ykz2UI/AAAAAAAADQ4/oJnZju3nZbc/s400/P1012276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBbq2Oempio/Tun79pLsi8I/AAAAAAAADQs/6rPKuiE-kjs/s1600/P1012277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686353040977464258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBbq2Oempio/Tun79pLsi8I/AAAAAAAADQs/6rPKuiE-kjs/s400/P1012277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above pictures were taken as we were going into the depot. Once inside there were toys trains, cookies, and "conductors" to entertain the kidos while they waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWB42jTr8Sw/Tun7TNqDKSI/AAAAAAAADQc/PRaJxdVjyV8/s1600/P1012284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686352312034076962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWB42jTr8Sw/Tun7TNqDKSI/AAAAAAAADQc/PRaJxdVjyV8/s400/P1012284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli talked about going to the "choo-choo" all day long. So, I loved his reaction when we finally got on the train...CLASSIC!! He's thinking "Are you kidding me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vd32p9zOC_g/Tun7SusvtcI/AAAAAAAADQU/uo4plLxBSDY/s1600/P1012286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686352303723886018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vd32p9zOC_g/Tun7SusvtcI/AAAAAAAADQU/uo4plLxBSDY/s400/P1012286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our little family waiting to hear the Christmas story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocHy_uUprFg/Tun7SXpwWZI/AAAAAAAADQI/4Nu-_WuYMfY/s1600/P1012292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686352297537329554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocHy_uUprFg/Tun7SXpwWZI/AAAAAAAADQI/4Nu-_WuYMfY/s400/P1012292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9nNVlbakj8/Tun7RBF5UYI/AAAAAAAADP8/bMaxWdJSXHg/s1600/P1012287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686352274301473154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9nNVlbakj8/Tun7RBF5UYI/AAAAAAAADP8/bMaxWdJSXHg/s400/P1012287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli was so proud of his tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAD2H_iKhXE/Tun7Q6sa3EI/AAAAAAAADPw/ZhZB4wIXTIE/s1600/P1012288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686352272584006722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fAD2H_iKhXE/Tun7Q6sa3EI/AAAAAAAADPw/ZhZB4wIXTIE/s400/P1012288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AQjp1wJHjs/Tun6dO62voI/AAAAAAAADPc/JCBYIx7i9j4/s1600/P1012289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686351384660065922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AQjp1wJHjs/Tun6dO62voI/AAAAAAAADPc/JCBYIx7i9j4/s400/P1012289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli's behavior was drastically better than last year. He sat and listened like such a big boy. I think it may have been because I threatened him with not going to Chick-fil-A if he was bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One funny thing did happen. The man reading the book was dressed in a festive Christmas sweater, and was a little full around the middle. Sadly Eli started yelling, " It's Santa Clause. Look, Santa." Haha! I think I turned ten shades of red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8M6iL1XPTc/Tun6cfyxKtI/AAAAAAAADPQ/NORlUJwSqIA/s1600/P1012294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686351372009679570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8M6iL1XPTc/Tun6cfyxKtI/AAAAAAAADPQ/NORlUJwSqIA/s400/P1012294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wToeBWuGmuc/Tun6bSZzK2I/AAAAAAAADPE/io9LeV1ZpeU/s1600/P1012295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686351351235423074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wToeBWuGmuc/Tun6bSZzK2I/AAAAAAAADPE/io9LeV1ZpeU/s400/P1012295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, the real Santa made an appearance. Of course Eli jumped right up in his lap and started rattling off his wish list. I blesses my heart to see him so excited about Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xnE5Q6jqXs/Tun6bGvTKNI/AAAAAAAADO0/wmaYPqWkVME/s1600/P1012296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686351348104374482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xnE5Q6jqXs/Tun6bGvTKNI/AAAAAAAADO0/wmaYPqWkVME/s400/P1012296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our last picture before heading to Chick-fil-A to exchange gifts with the Adkins family. I thought the conductors looked so cute, and added a festive feel to the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't if you can see it, but Eli is holding a bell in this picture. I think he actually comprehended part of the story because the whole way to dinner he kept saying, "Momma, hear it? Eli still hears it." BE STILL MY HEART...you just keep believing baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlp8kjarvO4/Tun6a6k2IbI/AAAAAAAADOs/v5L7u9L4KRQ/s1600/P1012303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686351344839303602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlp8kjarvO4/Tun6a6k2IbI/AAAAAAAADOs/v5L7u9L4KRQ/s400/P1012303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we headed to Chick-fil-A to exchange gifts. The boys always eat well there, plus they wear themselves out playing...it a win win for everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3422456303889745084?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3422456303889745084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/polar-expresscom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3422456303889745084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3422456303889745084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/polar-expresscom.html' title='Polar Express'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBzP95NUS2M/Tun79ykz2UI/AAAAAAAADQ4/oJnZju3nZbc/s72-c/P1012276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6787906485997927558</id><published>2011-12-14T09:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:24:50.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYDb7hCnFTM/TujJ3XgXfGI/AAAAAAAADOY/nUQtJdo56-0/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686016482595011682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYDb7hCnFTM/TujJ3XgXfGI/AAAAAAAADOY/nUQtJdo56-0/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm linking up with Jamie for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I'm Lovin' Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686017044146321538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8bmxyXDEds/TujKYDcoeII/AAAAAAAADOg/dFhFBfqIpok/s400/mcdonalds.jpg" /&gt;For starters, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; McDonald's Peppermint Hot Chocolate. It's like Christmas in a cup!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's been so warm here that Hot Chocolate isn't necessary. This brings me to another thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...70 degree weather in December!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnanAKl-j-E/TujJ29B3W-I/AAAAAAAADN8/7qHaId2Jnt4/s1600/Sothern1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686016475487755234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnanAKl-j-E/TujJ29B3W-I/AAAAAAAADN8/7qHaId2Jnt4/s400/Sothern1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pinterest and this sign I came across!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That reminds me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that next week I get to tour a plantation-style home and interview a true Southern Belle...so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that in the below picture Eli is trying to trick Santa Clause into an EXTRA Candy Cane...haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYCIfPUcaRw/TujJ2iikRcI/AAAAAAAADNw/rirNbGqmImw/s1600/Santatrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686016468377159106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYCIfPUcaRw/TujJ2iikRcI/AAAAAAAADNw/rirNbGqmImw/s400/Santatrick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have stayed on schedule with all of my Christmas lists. In fact, I'm actually ahead of the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm almost finished addressing Christmas Cards, and will have them in the mail this afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Lovin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the true meaning of this season and the gift of eternal life that precious baby in the manger gives. It can be your too, you know?!!&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/2192703706444951973-6787906485997927558?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6787906485997927558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-im-lovin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6787906485997927558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6787906485997927558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-im-lovin.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYDb7hCnFTM/TujJ3XgXfGI/AAAAAAAADOY/nUQtJdo56-0/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-725342200959378480</id><published>2011-12-13T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:01:04.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A List And Checking It Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljxfGhLc6WM/TugDOyeKssI/AAAAAAAADNk/hDcTlQOh2Ps/s1600/SANTA%2521%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685798082156606146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljxfGhLc6WM/TugDOyeKssI/AAAAAAAADNk/hDcTlQOh2Ps/s400/SANTA%2521%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a near heart attack yesterday, I am feeling much better about all the Christmas festivities and everything we need to do to prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First I made a list of EVERY SINGLE thing that needs to be done...large and small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I then assigned each thing a day on the calendar to ensure that everything gets done. Some days are stressful like heading to the post office, and other days are fun like going to Opryland. Either way, we are much more organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. After making my calendar, I made a Christmas menu and assigned every single item a chef. Meaning I decided who would bring what. Of course, Eric and I will be doing the bulk of the cooking since we are hosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Upon determining what we are responsible for, I gathered all my recipes and put them in one place for easy access. Of course I added each ingredient to a grocery list which brings me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My final list...GROCERIES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds obsessive, but it's really just a game plan. Everything is written in pencil and can be changed easily. Now all I have to do it enjoy the next 12 days....TWELVE DAYS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-725342200959378480?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/725342200959378480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/making-list-and-checking-it-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/725342200959378480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/725342200959378480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/making-list-and-checking-it-twice.html' title='Making A List And Checking It Twice'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljxfGhLc6WM/TugDOyeKssI/AAAAAAAADNk/hDcTlQOh2Ps/s72-c/SANTA%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6601459166584966526</id><published>2011-12-12T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:19:42.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aahhhh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqGgf6QoM0/TuYkoV3mNKI/AAAAAAAADNY/q326akY5Xho/s1600/homealone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685271855085532322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqGgf6QoM0/TuYkoV3mNKI/AAAAAAAADNY/q326akY5Xho/s400/homealone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya'll this is exactly how I feel today! It's has been the Monday from "you know where." Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into the details, let me recap our super awesome weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; I worked late because I had a meeting for some exciting things coming up on the show in January, so stay tuned. Afterwards, I had to rush around get Eli, buy diapers, get him packed, pick up Eric and meet my in-laws for dinner. They were watching Eli for the weekend so we could go to my Christmas Party at work. Well, we made it home BABY FREE at which point I fell asleep on the couch watching "Four Christmas'"... Exciting Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Eric and I slept the morning away before heading to Smith's Grove to support the Fire Department's BBQ fundraiser. Sadly, it was dinner only. So we grabbed a burger before heading home to get some work done around the house. Eric got a lot accomplished on Louie's underground fence, and I managed to clean out the linen closet...A MAJOR feat!! Saturday evening we enjoyed a night out at my work Christmas Party before heading home to watch another movie together...at which point I fell asleep again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; We kept the nursery at church, enjoyed an quiet BBQ lunch to make up for the one we missed out on on Saturday, and then met Eric's parents to get our boy. After that, it was a quick trip to the grocery store and community groups at church. We played some basketball and watched "Monster vs. Aliens" with Eli before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Monday hasn't gone quite so smoothly. For starters, I forgot all of my make-up at home which means I had to go on air looking near death. Luckily, Eric was able to bring it to me, so I looked slightly more alive for the rest of my interviews. I then found out that BOTH side of our family will be coming for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to tell you how excited I am about having everyone here!! I haven't been home for Christmas in two years, so to spend it with my family is amazing! Plus, I know it will be precious for Eli to have both sets of grandparents here to celebrate with him....did I mention that I AM SO EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the crazy part...take a look at my "To Do" list between now and Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take Christmas Pictures&lt;br /&gt;2. Order Christmas Cards&lt;br /&gt;3. Address &amp;amp; Mail Christmas Cards&lt;br /&gt;4. Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;5. Work Premeir Party&lt;br /&gt;6&amp;gt; BGMU Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish Christmas Shopping&lt;br /&gt;8. Shop &amp;amp; Deliver "Angel" Gifts&lt;br /&gt;9. Santa Cow Pictures&lt;br /&gt;10. Breakfast With Santa&lt;br /&gt;11. Opryland Lights&lt;br /&gt;12. Host Family Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in addition to daily things like work, working out, cleaning, cooking and laundry. Oh well, it is a blessed time of year, and I am so excited to get to share it with the ones I love. Plus, it makes for some good blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6601459166584966526?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6601459166584966526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/aahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6601459166584966526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6601459166584966526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/aahhhh.html' title='Aahhhh!!'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNqGgf6QoM0/TuYkoV3mNKI/AAAAAAAADNY/q326akY5Xho/s72-c/homealone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-4082519201174388627</id><published>2011-12-09T08:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:36:58.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randoms</title><content type='html'>It's FINALLY Friday, ya'll!! Can I please stop right here and express how much it stresses me out that spell check says "ya'll" is not a word...I BEG TO DIFFER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. This has been a VERY long week for me. I've been experiencing this mixture of fatigue and boredom. It's like I'm too tired to do anything, but bored when I don't...weird! Anyway, that's why I love this poster's motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUBrTSoWW7k/TuIc6NGhJ4I/AAAAAAAADNM/rVVCB9VC0hM/s1600/Blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137465969977218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUBrTSoWW7k/TuIc6NGhJ4I/AAAAAAAADNM/rVVCB9VC0hM/s400/Blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been running hard core lately and I love it!! I like this new perspective on sweat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time when I was in a pageant, the motivational speaker said we weren't sweating we were glistening...yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before we continue in our Friday randoms, all of the pictures on here today are courtesy of pinterest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPWi_56DJzk/TuIc59QdPvI/AAAAAAAADM8/MlD8IP__hoA/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137461716696818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPWi_56DJzk/TuIc59QdPvI/AAAAAAAADM8/MlD8IP__hoA/s400/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this pearl ornament was a cute gift idea. It's perfect for the Southern Belle in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it encompasses pearls, bows, and pink. I can't think of a better example of true Southern artistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5u36BW3Yhs/TuIc5n6wT0I/AAAAAAAADM0/NuBVQUoSNcE/s1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137455988526914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5u36BW3Yhs/TuIc5n6wT0I/AAAAAAAADM0/NuBVQUoSNcE/s400/blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of Southern Belles, I thought this saying should become my new life motto...haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would come in handy on days when my two year old breaks Christmas ornaments and knocks over crystal bowls...just sayin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDhY1xbUjo8/TuIc5UUGm1I/AAAAAAAADMo/LyUVv4w4lTQ/s1600/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137450726136658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDhY1xbUjo8/TuIc5UUGm1I/AAAAAAAADMo/LyUVv4w4lTQ/s400/blog5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next pictures is completely random and so totally NOT my style....but it's crazy. I mean I literally get a headache looking at it. Sorry if you have the same results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know in my mind that it's fishing wire, but my eyes just can't believe it. It's sorta like an adult version of Santa. Real or not real? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yzIzf4PruA/TuIc411PpjI/AAAAAAAADMc/CeNBvybSL5I/s1600/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137442543642162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yzIzf4PruA/TuIc411PpjI/AAAAAAAADMc/CeNBvybSL5I/s400/blog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are talking about Christmas, check out this dress. I ADORE it!! My company Christmas party is this weekend, and if I could find something like this to wear it would bless my heart so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of a "company" party, it reminds me that I'm still at work, and need to actually work...haha! Happy Friday!!! &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/2192703706444951973-4082519201174388627?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4082519201174388627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4082519201174388627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4082519201174388627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-randoms.html' title='Friday Randoms'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUBrTSoWW7k/TuIc6NGhJ4I/AAAAAAAADNM/rVVCB9VC0hM/s72-c/Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-699009824236214421</id><published>2011-12-08T10:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:10:22.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Been On My Heart</title><content type='html'>Yes you!! You see, this week I've been struggling with some self image issues . I know that sounds weird coming from a former beauty queen who gets on television every morning, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh more ( a LOT more) than I did in my pageant days, which should be no surprise to anyone considering I used to spend 1 hour and a half at the gym six days a week. Life changes and so do our bodies, yet I have a hard time accepting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because we are bombarded with images of perfection on a daily basis. Every time I turn on the TV, pick up a magazine, or log on to Facebook there is some SKINNY, beautiful woman with perfect skin, long gorgeous hair, and designer clothes starring back at me. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here in sweats that barley fit, hair that somehow manages to be both frizzy and greasy at the same time, and with smudged make-up that no longer hides the bags under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do with this sudden dose in humility? I vow to be skinny, go on a crash diet, hit the gym every day for about two weeks and then throw in the towel... at which point I binge on pizza, chips, and whatever else is within a ten mile radius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in one extreme or the other. I am captive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a prisoner to food when I don't enjoy the blessing it is from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a prisoner when I lack self control when present with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a prisoner, and that my friends is a sin. Overeating is a sin. Under-eating is a sin. Worrying about eating is a sin. They are sins not simply because of the actions, but because of the bondage they put us in. God calls us to freedom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." - Galatians 6:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." - 2 Corinthians 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While freedom is wonderful, but it mustn't be abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love." - Galatians 5:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful, however, that the exercise of your freedom does not become a stumbling block to the weak." - Corinthians 8:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My prayer is to find freedom and to balance the responsibility it brings. No longer do I want to worry about eating too much or eating too little. I want to be free from the guilt, from the shame, from the control. I want to chose healthy foods and live a healthy lifestyle not for vanity's sake but for my spiritual temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be convicted of my glutinous nature rather than feeling fat. I want to praise the Creator of amazing foods rather than feeling guilty for enjoying them. I want to run to take care of God's temple rather than to look nice in jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether you are a gym rat, a couch potato or a little but of both, I want you to remember that &lt;em&gt;charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want there to be a generation of women who are bold in their faith, diligent in caring for their temples, and FREE in knowing that beauty is only skin deep. We are made in His image...Hallelujah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-699009824236214421?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/699009824236214421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/youve-been-on-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/699009824236214421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/699009824236214421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/youve-been-on-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;ve Been On My Heart'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8509763144637398676</id><published>2011-12-06T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:14:00.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Grinch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbDC-n_SKYE/Ttj8PjQw-hI/AAAAAAAADII/uSHMZxvynaw/s1600/P1012209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681568274021677586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbDC-n_SKYE/Ttj8PjQw-hI/AAAAAAAADII/uSHMZxvynaw/s400/P1012209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What do you mean this present isn't for me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8509763144637398676?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8509763144637398676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-grinch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8509763144637398676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8509763144637398676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-grinch.html' title='Mr. Grinch'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbDC-n_SKYE/Ttj8PjQw-hI/AAAAAAAADII/uSHMZxvynaw/s72-c/P1012209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2426982457067854421</id><published>2011-12-05T08:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:50:15.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave Sing 2011</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the annual Cave Sing with Adkins family. Every year we all head to Mammoth Cave to do a little caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLITojJ671M/TtzX5NrJPZI/AAAAAAAADMU/1K-8CBoIqU8/s1600/P1012222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682654207757860242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLITojJ671M/TtzX5NrJPZI/AAAAAAAADMU/1K-8CBoIqU8/s400/P1012222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW0W4PPi0-o/TtzX47Kc8jI/AAAAAAAADME/fcrq56vv57I/s1600/P1012223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682654202788901426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW0W4PPi0-o/TtzX47Kc8jI/AAAAAAAADME/fcrq56vv57I/s400/P1012223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really warm here yesterday, but we bundled up for the cave anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4eTITf_jZE/TtzXf7v8gtI/AAAAAAAADL0/wFROn1_YAXk/s1600/P1012229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682653773449429714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4eTITf_jZE/TtzXf7v8gtI/AAAAAAAADL0/wFROn1_YAXk/s400/P1012229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys were so excited to see the Christmas Tree and hear all the music. They've definitely become more active this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppvU6k-lD8o/TtzXfpWKsQI/AAAAAAAADLo/lZ0oF3uCiyw/s1600/P1012233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682653768509468930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppvU6k-lD8o/TtzXfpWKsQI/AAAAAAAADLo/lZ0oF3uCiyw/s400/P1012233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little family listening to the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRbqhy0qx_Y/TtzXdrgk-oI/AAAAAAAADLM/oqKwDc4nKiI/s1600/P1012235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682653734730267266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRbqhy0qx_Y/TtzXdrgk-oI/AAAAAAAADLM/oqKwDc4nKiI/s400/P1012235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB-gfDz2Q7g/TtzXdSM6pnI/AAAAAAAADLE/_cfT3_-yUQ4/s1600/P1012236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682653727936915058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB-gfDz2Q7g/TtzXdSM6pnI/AAAAAAAADLE/_cfT3_-yUQ4/s400/P1012236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't stay the entire time because the boys were getting rowdy. That, and we wanted to see Santa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRV3trgh2UE/TtzWhHZcmUI/AAAAAAAADKw/qhB_Un5TcMI/s1600/P1012244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652694244530498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRV3trgh2UE/TtzWhHZcmUI/AAAAAAAADKw/qhB_Un5TcMI/s400/P1012244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following picture is TERRIBLE of me. However, I'm going to be a good sport and put in for memories sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPYVQn3S6Go/TtzWgQrlyzI/AAAAAAAADKk/fzUWYCT2BMI/s1600/P1012246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652679556680498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPYVQn3S6Go/TtzWgQrlyzI/AAAAAAAADKk/fzUWYCT2BMI/s400/P1012246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate some yummy cookies and drank cider before heading back to our house to hang out. The boys were so much fun this year. It's exciting to think about what exciting things could happen this next year for our families!! Just look at how amazing the past three years have been!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-087qtB3owTg/TtzWfindTrI/AAAAAAAADKY/xOcK1kMca5k/s1600/P1012242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652667191316146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-087qtB3owTg/TtzWfindTrI/AAAAAAAADKY/xOcK1kMca5k/s400/P1012242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZOY0ksKNlA/TtzWfK5k0bI/AAAAAAAADKM/ofbga_N0ORo/s1600/cave%2Bsing%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652660824854962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZOY0ksKNlA/TtzWfK5k0bI/AAAAAAAADKM/ofbga_N0ORo/s400/cave%2Bsing%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLv1j-5OCpI/TtzWeoeY1TI/AAAAAAAADKA/wHHQiNvTSnw/s1600/Cave%2BSing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652651584017714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLv1j-5OCpI/TtzWeoeY1TI/AAAAAAAADKA/wHHQiNvTSnw/s400/Cave%2BSing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-2426982457067854421?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2426982457067854421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/cave-sing-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2426982457067854421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2426982457067854421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/cave-sing-2011.html' title='Cave Sing 2011'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLITojJ671M/TtzX5NrJPZI/AAAAAAAADMU/1K-8CBoIqU8/s72-c/P1012222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-4239874428035341390</id><published>2011-12-02T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:10:05.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>Every year my co-workers and I have to ride in several local Christmas parades to represent our station WNKY. Luckily the temperatures are still pretty mild here in early December, so it's not too bad! This year we had to do three parades all in one weekend, so Eric and I volunteered to take care of Smith's Grove because it is where we go to church and Eli goes to daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41TaBMqtI5Y/Ttr-sSMPXzI/AAAAAAAADJ0/2gD1Q_enaV8/s1600/P1012219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682133916632178482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41TaBMqtI5Y/Ttr-sSMPXzI/AAAAAAAADJ0/2gD1Q_enaV8/s400/P1012219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loaded up the station vehicle with Eli and Radar The Weather Dog. The plan was for Eric to drive, Eli to throw candy from his car seat, and for me and Radar to walk ahead of them. Turns out the sounds and lights were a little intimidating for my four-legged friend, so I sat in the passenger seat with the dog in my lap....Good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtzVIAym66E/Ttr-sGCchVI/AAAAAAAADJk/O_8AjQ7Fm5Y/s1600/P1012218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682133913369871698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtzVIAym66E/Ttr-sGCchVI/AAAAAAAADJk/O_8AjQ7Fm5Y/s400/P1012218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The parade finished up in our church parking lot which was perfect because we were able to join in the adoption celebration for one of our families. Sadly, the combination of a dog and a toddler proved to be too complicated for us, so we decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFPZQKsAcuI/Ttr-r7oYi-I/AAAAAAAADJc/Nz7YBQz3GTc/s1600/P1012220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682133910576204770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFPZQKsAcuI/Ttr-r7oYi-I/AAAAAAAADJc/Nz7YBQz3GTc/s400/P1012220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now these two guys are making my house quite noisy as they cheer are the Louisville Cardinals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-4239874428035341390?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4239874428035341390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-parade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4239874428035341390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4239874428035341390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-parade.html' title='Christmas Parade'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41TaBMqtI5Y/Ttr-sSMPXzI/AAAAAAAADJ0/2gD1Q_enaV8/s72-c/P1012219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7648470572197957540</id><published>2011-12-01T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:25:37.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decking The Halls</title><content type='html'>Last week while Eric was out of town I decorated the house for Christmas, but left the tree for us to do as a family. So this past Monday I made a pot of vegetable soup, cranked up the Christmas music, and turned on ABC Family. It was picture perfect...almost!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli was so excited...too excited. Almost immediately he grabbed a glass ball, put it on his "t" and attempted to crank it across the room. As you can imagine, it broke into about a million pieces. Haha! We decided to give him a t-ball to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTGxVAU87xs/Ttj43-aisRI/AAAAAAAADH8/fFLdiNxasZ8/s1600/P1012207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681564570458698002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTGxVAU87xs/Ttj43-aisRI/AAAAAAAADH8/fFLdiNxasZ8/s400/P1012207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This lasted for all of five minutes until he decided he needed to help. He would basically take the ornaments off the tree, and move them to a better location somewhere near eye level to a toddler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we wised up and gave him one ornament at a time to put on his tree. By the time he got the ornament, ran back to his room, found the perfect place on his tree, yelled for us to come look, and them made it back into the family room for the next ornament, we had made great headway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkGEVOATfDg/Ttj43GeidfI/AAAAAAAADHw/9cZGjPSrCzA/s1600/P1012210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681564555443074546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkGEVOATfDg/Ttj43GeidfI/AAAAAAAADHw/9cZGjPSrCzA/s400/P1012210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the tree was done, Eli decided to help me wrap the gifts by placing a bow on top of each package. I had a hunch he might destroy a few gifts this season, so I opted out of fancy bows and replaced them with Wal-Mart cheapos. Good thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGf-w19GHCQ/Ttj420KLwFI/AAAAAAAADHk/v_2-rA-3JS0/s1600/P1012211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681564550525861970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGf-w19GHCQ/Ttj420KLwFI/AAAAAAAADHk/v_2-rA-3JS0/s400/P1012211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the packages had been wrapped, we placed them under the three, and thus we decked the halls at the Watson home.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UT5S7PCAPU/Ttj41_fybnI/AAAAAAAADHY/uIdkDdrXd0Y/s1600/P1012215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681564536389398130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UT5S7PCAPU/Ttj41_fybnI/AAAAAAAADHY/uIdkDdrXd0Y/s400/P1012215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7648470572197957540?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7648470572197957540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/decking-halls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7648470572197957540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7648470572197957540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/12/decking-halls.html' title='Decking The Halls'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTGxVAU87xs/Ttj43-aisRI/AAAAAAAADH8/fFLdiNxasZ8/s72-c/P1012207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7288361175149748231</id><published>2011-11-30T08:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:10:08.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Day Off</title><content type='html'>Monday was the very first day I have had off of work and been at home. Meaning, I do take off from time to time, but usually I am either travelling or sitting in a waiting room at the doctor office. Neither was the case this time, so Eli and I slept in before running a few errands. These events are in reverse order for some reason, but we'll role with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNvUPqZnqKQ/TtZAojv9icI/AAAAAAAADG8/DJ7hJsTuu9s/s1600/P1012205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680799045509810626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNvUPqZnqKQ/TtZAojv9icI/AAAAAAAADG8/DJ7hJsTuu9s/s400/P1012205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended our day with a trip to Wal-Mart, and since this Momma usually grocery shops solo, it was stressful. So what did I do? I tore open the Pop Tarts and let him have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxkIibC3cF4/TtZAnxRmtnI/AAAAAAAADGw/R0AU0c5W1xs/s1600/P1012204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680799031960712818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxkIibC3cF4/TtZAnxRmtnI/AAAAAAAADGw/R0AU0c5W1xs/s400/P1012204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prior to Wal-Mart we went to the mall to see Santa Clause. Sadly, Santa was feeding his reindeer which meant we had to find something to do. Naturally I did a little shopping, but Eli started getting a little antsy, so it was off to where else but Crazy 8...thank you for letting us crash your store to watch Yo Gabba Gabba!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bj-dpX35hE/TtZAmtrukUI/AAAAAAAADGk/5WGLUYTcF88/s1600/Santa%2BPictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680799013816668482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bj-dpX35hE/TtZAmtrukUI/AAAAAAAADGk/5WGLUYTcF88/s400/Santa%2BPictures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we made it to see Santa Clause, and he did great! A littler somber, but great! I realize this is a bit early to see Jolly Ole Saint Nick, but I like to set the pictures out every year and want to enjoy this one as long as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IttHn1tr93I/TtZAmUVBMWI/AAAAAAAADGM/ivhSk4QZuBk/s1600/P1012203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680799007010533730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IttHn1tr93I/TtZAmUVBMWI/AAAAAAAADGM/ivhSk4QZuBk/s400/P1012203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, backing up one more time to lunch. We started our outing with a little playdate at Chick-fil-A. Since moving daycares, we don't get to have our weekly lunch with the Emma and Macy anymore. So it was only natural to make up for lost time. I almost cried when I turned around to see Eli and Macy SITTING at the table waiting for their food, because the last time we met there for lunch they were in infant carriers and looked like this....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680799011583044306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YklGs98bCKg/TtZAmlXMKtI/AAAAAAAADGU/DPTLm2rHCLM/s400/Eli%2B%2526%2BMacy.jpg" /&gt;Be still my heart...time flies!! Especially considering Macy's new sister Abby is this size now. SLOW DOWN !!!&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/2192703706444951973-7288361175149748231?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7288361175149748231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/mommys-day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7288361175149748231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7288361175149748231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/mommys-day-off.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Day Off'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNvUPqZnqKQ/TtZAojv9icI/AAAAAAAADG8/DJ7hJsTuu9s/s72-c/P1012205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7814462042683027095</id><published>2011-11-30T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:35:23.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Our Black Friday started at 10pm on Thursday thanks to Wal-Mart! We weren't going for anything specific, but since all-night shopping is a big deal in our house, we went...and I am so glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought TONS of DVDs and a few other presents we needed to finish up. We also stood in line for a 19" TV for our bedroom...score!! I kept seeing on Facebook where Wal-Mart slacked in organization, but the one we were at was beyond wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had vouchers for each item along with lines defined by cation tape and "manned" by two employees. If you left the line, you had to return your voucher. Big items were on the outside of aisles and smaller items were in the middle of the store with balloons indicating their price. I was impressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qf9HJk3lt4/TtY7Tw6FxtI/AAAAAAAADF8/XBVRZWJxQNE/s1600/P1012196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680793190706562770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qf9HJk3lt4/TtY7Tw6FxtI/AAAAAAAADF8/XBVRZWJxQNE/s400/P1012196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it home early Friday morning and pretty much slept the day away before we all loaded up and went to Paducah for dinner and more Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdNT7YIQQ8M/TtY7TcdW54I/AAAAAAAADFw/k_TA0-qNl1E/s1600/P1012197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680793185217341314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdNT7YIQQ8M/TtY7TcdW54I/AAAAAAAADFw/k_TA0-qNl1E/s400/P1012197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli carried his cars in a pencil box, but decided throwing them on the floor was more fun. Needless to say, it was a horrible dinner in terms of behavior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ps8M1GVho/TtY7R6y5EqI/AAAAAAAADFk/y-XdJzJRckQ/s1600/P1012198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680793159000986274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0ps8M1GVho/TtY7R6y5EqI/AAAAAAAADFk/y-XdJzJRckQ/s400/P1012198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner we headed to see the lights at a local park. Eli was mesmerized!! He just clapped his hands and squealed. I can not wait to to take him to Opryland Hotel later this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jos536YiYG4/TtY7R6l7D8I/AAAAAAAADFU/y6O_BIF1C0g/s1600/P1012199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680793158946590658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jos536YiYG4/TtY7R6l7D8I/AAAAAAAADFU/y6O_BIF1C0g/s400/P1012199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the weekend was pretty relaxing. We stuck around the house, watched lots of holiday movies, took some much needed naps, and ate my mother-in-law's most amazing food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e120Pa6p200/TtY7RuBh8fI/AAAAAAAADFM/4DZW3X59UcY/s1600/P1012200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680793155572724210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e120Pa6p200/TtY7RuBh8fI/AAAAAAAADFM/4DZW3X59UcY/s400/P1012200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And since I failed at getting an annual Thanksgiving picture...this will have to do. &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/2192703706444951973-7814462042683027095?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7814462042683027095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7814462042683027095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7814462042683027095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qf9HJk3lt4/TtY7Tw6FxtI/AAAAAAAADF8/XBVRZWJxQNE/s72-c/P1012196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2464084365185019212</id><published>2011-11-30T07:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:16:08.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>We sorta started our Thanksgiving on Wednesday. Not really, but when our days are anything out of the norm I call it a holiday...haha! Anyway, we needed new tires and saw where Firestone had a Black Friday sale. The manager gave us the sale price two days early, so we dropped the van off and had a quick meal together at Eric's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGpzPYFzvvs/TtY2MNQ1MWI/AAAAAAAADFE/trwi5YA7tVE/s1600/P1012179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680787563321045346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGpzPYFzvvs/TtY2MNQ1MWI/AAAAAAAADFE/trwi5YA7tVE/s400/P1012179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday night Eli and Eric made a few ornaments for his tree and we ate homemade Sloppy Joes before meeting the Adkins at Chick-fil-A for the boys to play. When we made it home we listened to Christmas music while Eric made his Thanksgiving dessert, Eli played cars, and I did some dishes. It was one of those ordinary moments that becomes extraordinary in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WoSW-P8PXGA/TtY2LVVg6MI/AAAAAAAADE0/VYps2r6A9P4/s1600/P1012181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680787548308302018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WoSW-P8PXGA/TtY2LVVg6MI/AAAAAAAADE0/VYps2r6A9P4/s400/P1012181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to work Thursday morning, but when I made it back home I found my loves snuggled up in bed together. So sweet. I let them sleep while I got caught up on Laundry and made my Green Bean Casserole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8B8EQ7ih5Go/TtY2LYsZQ8I/AAAAAAAADEo/EI5W91SpDtM/s1600/P1012182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680787549209576386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8B8EQ7ih5Go/TtY2LYsZQ8I/AAAAAAAADEo/EI5W91SpDtM/s400/P1012182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When they woke up, Louie wanted in on the fun too! Actually, Eli and I watched the parade and it was magical. Every time I would leave the room he would yell, "Mommy hurry, look. LOOK!!" He was elated, and it just thrilled my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDtA62si49E/TtY0mJOjawI/AAAAAAAADEY/SZJBeyJRcI0/s1600/P1012184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680785809891093250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PDtA62si49E/TtY0mJOjawI/AAAAAAAADEY/SZJBeyJRcI0/s400/P1012184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended up leaving Bowling Green and heading to Eric's cousin's house in Clarksville, TN around 11:30. We ate some wonderful food, and as you can see in the above picture, Eli was in a Turkey coma...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ut6KkVKElWM/TtY0l1FBjlI/AAAAAAAADEM/CxR3A7XJsMc/s1600/P1012186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680785804482416210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ut6KkVKElWM/TtY0l1FBjlI/AAAAAAAADEM/CxR3A7XJsMc/s400/P1012186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli was so active this year, and I spent so much time taking pictures of him playing with his cousins that I failed to get a family photo...boo! Nonetheless, here are some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VCXBhJ6TqA/TtY0k2xicWI/AAAAAAAADEE/yV3D27e9Vys/s1600/P1012192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680785787757687138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VCXBhJ6TqA/TtY0k2xicWI/AAAAAAAADEE/yV3D27e9Vys/s400/P1012192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli and Sam riding their 4-wheelers. They thought they were Lightening McQueen and Chick Hicks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MD8AXCS61qA/TtY0kQiGkEI/AAAAAAAADD0/ZCO6vmQlbc4/s1600/P1012194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680785777492398146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MD8AXCS61qA/TtY0kQiGkEI/AAAAAAAADD0/ZCO6vmQlbc4/s400/P1012194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli attempted to drive Lennon around, but it was an epic fail... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RhNLgxZkw4/TtY0kAsUUcI/AAAAAAAADDo/opCpGckzAoA/s1600/P1012195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680785773240275394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RhNLgxZkw4/TtY0kAsUUcI/AAAAAAAADDo/opCpGckzAoA/s400/P1012195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so Katie showed him the ropes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left Clarksville and went back to Marion where we ate leftovers, visited with family and geared up for the biggest shopping day/night of the year. As always, I missed my family like crazy, but it was such a blessing sharing the special day with Eric, Eli, and the entire Belt/Watson clan.&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/2192703706444951973-2464084365185019212?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2464084365185019212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2464084365185019212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2464084365185019212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGpzPYFzvvs/TtY2MNQ1MWI/AAAAAAAADFE/trwi5YA7tVE/s72-c/P1012179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8085926995464296624</id><published>2011-11-29T10:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:14:25.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Here</title><content type='html'>I wanted to let you know that I am still alive, just super busy. We travelled for the holiday, and I was off work yesterday which means I'm playing "catch-up" today. Basically, you can expect blog overload tomorrow with the following posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Black Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Mommy's Day Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Deck The Halls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680451354563302658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrNixcQD2ts/TtUEaSCh1QI/AAAAAAAADDc/P9QmHMdLmIo/s400/boppy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Until then...here is a look back at Christmas past. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8085926995464296624?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8085926995464296624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8085926995464296624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8085926995464296624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re Still Here'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrNixcQD2ts/TtUEaSCh1QI/AAAAAAAADDc/P9QmHMdLmIo/s72-c/boppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-9192723900015923916</id><published>2011-11-25T07:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:27:00.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>Every year I like to reflect on the blessings of where we have been in this journey of our family so far. So, today I am still thankful for this love I share with my husband and the son we created. You'll have to wait until Monday for this year's official picture, but without further adue here is our Thanksgivings past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678554076864403266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnDBsn9hT78/Ts5G2L1ZV0I/AAAAAAAADC4/yhLRHmxxkU8/s400/Thanksgiving%2BOne.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu2PSCbUtd4/Ts5G1av1jcI/AAAAAAAADCw/s6u6bcYBxSI/s1600/thanksgiving3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678554063687749058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu2PSCbUtd4/Ts5G1av1jcI/AAAAAAAADCw/s6u6bcYBxSI/s400/thanksgiving3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KErb1yzU7PA/Ts5G1KiCi8I/AAAAAAAADCg/mB4dD09FopU/s1600/Thanksgiving2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678554059334912962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KErb1yzU7PA/Ts5G1KiCi8I/AAAAAAAADCg/mB4dD09FopU/s400/Thanksgiving2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Black Friday Shopping!!&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/2192703706444951973-9192723900015923916?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/9192723900015923916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/9192723900015923916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/9192723900015923916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-back.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GnDBsn9hT78/Ts5G2L1ZV0I/AAAAAAAADC4/yhLRHmxxkU8/s72-c/Thanksgiving%2BOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8643881909545992880</id><published>2011-11-24T07:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:22:01.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From our family to yours. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678551320010368738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i3j6vND1y8/Ts5EVtwLJuI/AAAAAAAADCU/VbeC0h9beiw/s400/heather5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord for he is good. His love endures forever." Psalm 107:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8643881909545992880?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8643881909545992880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8643881909545992880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8643881909545992880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i3j6vND1y8/Ts5EVtwLJuI/AAAAAAAADCU/VbeC0h9beiw/s72-c/heather5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-4744474641777396227</id><published>2011-11-21T08:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:21:18.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>This past weekend did my heart so much good! I have been so homesick, and haven't been home for Thanksgiving since 2008. This year we are spending it with my in-laws (which will be delightful) but I wanted to see my family nonetheless. So, Friday night Eric, Eli and I headed up to Lexington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning my mom, my sister, Mandi, Courtney and myself headed to Cincinnati to do a little Christmas shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owo6ztP4FdY/TspixJpCYBI/AAAAAAAADB8/zxJNlUBPANY/s1600/P1012166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677458876795084818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owo6ztP4FdY/TspixJpCYBI/AAAAAAAADB8/zxJNlUBPANY/s400/P1012166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15hx16oaoc8/TsphzzRzFHI/AAAAAAAADBs/dgUR9AejWm0/s1600/P1012165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677457822820013170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15hx16oaoc8/TsphzzRzFHI/AAAAAAAADBs/dgUR9AejWm0/s400/P1012165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVIg-6wRIww/TsphyYak6TI/AAAAAAAADBg/9jEQpmsM8-4/s1600/P1012167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677457798429206834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVIg-6wRIww/TsphyYak6TI/AAAAAAAADBg/9jEQpmsM8-4/s400/P1012167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left a little late then got caught up in traffic, so we ended up eating a fast lunch at IHop before hitting up the outlet malls. I almost completely finished shopping, and my sister did get all hers done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8PoKOs8bLY/TsphyKUFmxI/AAAAAAAADBU/FeF_7KPjzcI/s1600/P1012168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677457794643893010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8PoKOs8bLY/TsphyKUFmxI/AAAAAAAADBU/FeF_7KPjzcI/s400/P1012168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We dediced to stop at Skyline Chili on our way home to enjoy the Cincinnati icon. It was actually my first time eating there, and I greatly enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THmcYiVG0KQ/TsphxG0_nOI/AAAAAAAADBI/lGRexys_yx0/s1600/P1012169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677457776528301282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THmcYiVG0KQ/TsphxG0_nOI/AAAAAAAADBI/lGRexys_yx0/s400/P1012169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we still had about an hour before all the stores closed, so we hit up Toys R Us and Old Navy...score!! We ended up rolling back into town around 11:00. Here we are with some of our packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7xHTY_7vF0/Tsphw3FJm6I/AAAAAAAADA8/fiC9EnQ0VWQ/s1600/P1012170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677457772301097890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7xHTY_7vF0/Tsphw3FJm6I/AAAAAAAADA8/fiC9EnQ0VWQ/s400/P1012170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli had a rough night Saturday into Sunday, but luckily my mom relieved us around 6 am and let us sleep in. Then Sarah came over to visit just in time to feed Eli breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOLgSPlTvKE/Tspf48WmP5I/AAAAAAAADAs/pe9rzp3s3zw/s1600/P1012172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677455712132153234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOLgSPlTvKE/Tspf48WmP5I/AAAAAAAADAs/pe9rzp3s3zw/s400/P1012172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate lunch at Firehouse Subs which has the most awesome drink machine ever. Eli was quite fond of the hats they give out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0fU_ioMpE/Tspf33kzZXI/AAAAAAAADAg/taKJPat9ufY/s1600/P1012173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677455693669688690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0fU_ioMpE/Tspf33kzZXI/AAAAAAAADAg/taKJPat9ufY/s400/P1012173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before leaving, Eli spent some time with my family playing cars and ball. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJbjQ39bRMQ/Tspf3RIjzTI/AAAAAAAADAU/XIs7kBJ1bKw/s1600/P1012175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677455683350678834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJbjQ39bRMQ/Tspf3RIjzTI/AAAAAAAADAU/XIs7kBJ1bKw/s400/P1012175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOAsOd-JBPM/Tspf3AjcW_I/AAAAAAAADAI/wCwhS7DDtD8/s1600/P1012176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677455678900034546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOAsOd-JBPM/Tspf3AjcW_I/AAAAAAAADAI/wCwhS7DDtD8/s400/P1012176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a big trip for him that he fell asleep before we made it to the end of the road. I know this will be the scene when we leave Eric's family this coming weekend. My boy is so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj8c7s6v75Y/Tspf21qQQVI/AAAAAAAAC_8/ou5PKg6KK_Y/s1600/P1012177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677455675975811410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj8c7s6v75Y/Tspf21qQQVI/AAAAAAAAC_8/ou5PKg6KK_Y/s400/P1012177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so nice spending some much need quality time with my momma and sister. I miss them and our little outings so, so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually had another eventful night when we got home. We decided to eat spaghetti and play a few minutes before bath time. Afterwards we all laid down to watch Home Alone as a family. Eli was a little fidgety, so we turned off the movie and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 2:00 am he woke up puking. Poor guy. Eric, who also was feeling the effects of a tummy bug, cleaned up the mess while I ran to town to buy Sprite. Yes, I wore matching flannel jammies to the gas station in the middle of the night. I'm sure I got a few looks, but I don't care. My baby needed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet hubby stayed up watching "Monster vs. Aliens" with our sick boy so that I could get a little sleep. So far, I'm the only one to escape this nasty bug...here's to victory!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-4744474641777396227?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4744474641777396227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4744474641777396227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4744474641777396227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap_21.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owo6ztP4FdY/TspixJpCYBI/AAAAAAAADB8/zxJNlUBPANY/s72-c/P1012166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6653066576470034274</id><published>2011-11-20T09:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:28:59.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers - Week Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYRT_2yAhtI/TspuG20toxI/AAAAAAAADCI/RUWvsQyTY1E/s1600/P1012178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677471344328811282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYRT_2yAhtI/TspuG20toxI/AAAAAAAADCI/RUWvsQyTY1E/s400/P1012178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting Weight: 1*3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Weight: 1*6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pounds Lost This Week: 3 lbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Weight Lost: 6lbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Moment:&lt;/strong&gt; The Weigh IN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Moment:&lt;/strong&gt; Not making it to the gym at the beginning of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overview:&lt;/strong&gt; I mentioned last week that I had really been struggling with losing weight and thought perhaps I had a thyroid problem. Well, my doctor's appointment got cancelled so I won't know until next month if that's the culprit. In the meantime however, I have had a little more success this week!! I didn't make it to the gym every day because of my endometriosis which meant extra discipline in the eating department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard that weight loss is 70% diet and 30% exercise. Guess, I'm proof of that ! Please keep me in your prayers for next week. Along with Turkey Day, I have a work Pot Luck on Monday and my gym is closed all week , so I'll be busting out the Tae Bo videos...haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6653066576470034274?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6653066576470034274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weight-watchers-week-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6653066576470034274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6653066576470034274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weight-watchers-week-ten.html' title='Weight Watchers - Week Ten'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYRT_2yAhtI/TspuG20toxI/AAAAAAAADCI/RUWvsQyTY1E/s72-c/P1012178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7877193866956185752</id><published>2011-11-19T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:57:00.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been in such a funk this week. Maybe it's the cold or maybe it's the rain, but from some reason I've just been blah! Obviously, I haven't done much blogging. So here's a recap of the week with lots of random pictures that have nothing to do with the topic at hand, but they'll spice up this boredom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLm-YBV-q8w/TsaeVReffaI/AAAAAAAAC_w/t9_EHBfYQKk/s1600/P1011949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676398468652826018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLm-YBV-q8w/TsaeVReffaI/AAAAAAAAC_w/t9_EHBfYQKk/s400/P1011949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday I was feeling pretty good and had lunch with Eric after work. Afterwards, it was home to clean and then the grocery. Eric wanted hot dogs for dinner, so that's what we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-849fn1xU5wI/TsaeUxQB1mI/AAAAAAAAC_k/j58QJwDUaGQ/s1600/P1011956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676398460002227810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-849fn1xU5wI/TsaeUxQB1mI/AAAAAAAAC_k/j58QJwDUaGQ/s400/P1011956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I ran few errands after work including a trip a Goodwill. Then I walked at the gym instead of running since I wasn't feeling so well. I picked Eli up from daycare and we snuggled and watched Cars II. Funny story about Tuesday, Eric forgot to tell me we were meeting friends for dinner. In fact, he came home and cooked! Well, just before we ate he remembered our plans. We got dressed super fast and had a great dinner with the Adkins family at Moe's before hitting up Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsIr0L44O-U/TsaeT7WUWgI/AAAAAAAAC_c/uW9eWvaE42I/s1600/P1012096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676398445533092354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsIr0L44O-U/TsaeT7WUWgI/AAAAAAAAC_c/uW9eWvaE42I/s400/P1012096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was my worst day with endemtriosis, by far. I went home from work a little early and pretty much napped the day away. Then my friend Sarah dropped by the house before we all headed to Thanksgiving dinner at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih56-9Efnrs/TsaeTq9tmMI/AAAAAAAAC_M/PSxenkH052o/s1600/P1012161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676398441134921922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih56-9Efnrs/TsaeTq9tmMI/AAAAAAAAC_M/PSxenkH052o/s400/P1012161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was filling much better, so I hit the gym before picking up Eli. He and I made homemade pizza while we waited for Daddy to come home. Then it was a quick dinner and a trip to Wal-Mart for dog food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll recap yesterday when I do the weekend update. Sorry, there's a little boy who needs his Momma....Happy Saturday!!&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/2192703706444951973-7877193866956185752?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7877193866956185752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-been-in-such-funk-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7877193866956185752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7877193866956185752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-been-in-such-funk-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLm-YBV-q8w/TsaeVReffaI/AAAAAAAAC_w/t9_EHBfYQKk/s72-c/P1011949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5772361852960367902</id><published>2011-11-18T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:56:40.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli would like to wish his Nan and Grandad Happy Anniversary!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676396172410976578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meDPCIzFMfw/TsacPnTxeUI/AAAAAAAAC_A/ZEzDriQSlaA/s400/P1012160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-5772361852960367902?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5772361852960367902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5772361852960367902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5772361852960367902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meDPCIzFMfw/TsacPnTxeUI/AAAAAAAAC_A/ZEzDriQSlaA/s72-c/P1012160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8269066294347892203</id><published>2011-11-15T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:56:37.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers - Week Nine</title><content type='html'>So, my stats are all the same from last week which is BEYOND annoying! Best I can tell, I have reduced my daily caloric intake by 200-400. Additionally, I have added weight lifting and a daily 2 mile jog to my workout routine. Plus, I did a body cleanse...none of which have produced any results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spoke with my doctor who thinks I may have an under active Thyroid. I'm not surprised really. It runs on both sides of the family...yay genes! I haven't been tested since a few months before I got pregnant with Eli, so we'll have to see how it all pans out with this Friday when I go for blood work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I have a new theory. We always hear stories of women who try to conceive a baby for years without success. Finally, these women adopt only to get pregnant almost immediately because the stress of baby-making is lifted. I think it's similar with weight loss. The more obsessed I am with it, the less I seem to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally had to accept that I am doing everything within my power to live a healthy lifestyle. I'm eating right, exercising, and drinking plenty of water. Beyond this, all I can do is accept my body and the freedom that comes from knowing I did the best I could possibly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh in again tomorrow, so maybe my new attitude will bring success!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8269066294347892203?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8269066294347892203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weight-watchers-week-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8269066294347892203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8269066294347892203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weight-watchers-week-nine.html' title='Weight Watchers - Week Nine'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-2912564105226682561</id><published>2011-11-14T10:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:16:41.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>We spent a quiet weekend here in Bowling Green for the first time in a long time. After Eli fell asleep Friday night, Eric and I watched the movie Bridesmaids and snacked on some popcorn. Saturday morning my sweet hubby let me sleep in while he took baby duty....it was Heavenly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also surprised me with breakfast and changed the oil in my van while I caught up on laundry. That afternoon I went to Elizabethtown to see my "sister" Shonelle who was in town for her wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW9Ewk862QE/TsFIM5Ub2VI/AAAAAAAAC-k/yKZy2exiKiI/s1600/P1012154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674896391845697874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW9Ewk862QE/TsFIM5Ub2VI/AAAAAAAAC-k/yKZy2exiKiI/s400/P1012154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shonelle and I met when we competed in Miss Richmond Area together. She became the winner and I was the teen queen. She was a wonderful mentor and incredible friend. I cherish those memories we made! Anyway, as you can see she was a beautiful bride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave the reception a little early to get back home to my boys who were waiting for Nan &amp;amp; Grandad to arrive. When I made it back to town, we ate dinner at Olive Garden and hung out at the hotel. Then Eli, Eric and I fell asleep on the air mattress watching Gnomeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtMlitrs27o/TsFIMcklq8I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/D16aXj5Tkqg/s1600/P1012156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674896384128822210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtMlitrs27o/TsFIMcklq8I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/D16aXj5Tkqg/s400/P1012156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we went to church on Sunday before meeting Eric's mom and dad at the mall. Eli thought he was big stuff sitting at the table and eating a hamburger! Santa was already out and although Eli wasn't dressed for pictures, we decided to let him talk with Jolly Ole Saint Nick to break the ice. He wouldn't set in Santa's lap, but he didn't freak out either...I'd call that a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmkUw12I6VI/TsFILa8zRoI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/c1ITL5zoPOY/s1600/P1012158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674896366513636994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmkUw12I6VI/TsFILa8zRoI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/c1ITL5zoPOY/s400/P1012158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While shopping Eli scored a baseball from Grandad, a bouncy ball from Nan, and a Muno toy from Daddy. He's not spoiled or anything! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaQBHbMv7sU/TsFIK-h8gOI/AAAAAAAAC-A/IFHpY3C6j5A/s1600/P1012162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674896358884802786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaQBHbMv7sU/TsFIK-h8gOI/AAAAAAAAC-A/IFHpY3C6j5A/s400/P1012162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell asleep on the way home, but when he woke up we let him put up the Christmas tree in his room which is a BIG deal considering I DO NOT decorate before Thanksgiving. Oh well, anything to see that boy smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Imv31m69bjc/TsFIKUsmcyI/AAAAAAAAC90/MHp41RyXLcs/s1600/P1012163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674896347655205666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Imv31m69bjc/TsFIKUsmcyI/AAAAAAAAC90/MHp41RyXLcs/s400/P1012163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One more thing I want to remember about the weekend: Just after Eric and I went to bed we heard a very loud and unusual noise, almost like someone was trying to get in the house. However, non of the security lights were on and the alarm never sounded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking perhaps something had fallen, Eric went through the house checking each room, all the closets, and even the attic. Upon discovering nothing out of the ordinary he returned to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this morning as I was getting my Diet Coke out of the refrigerator I discovered the culprit...a soda can had exploded all over the place...ha! Glad to know it wasn't an intruder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your weekend was equally was fun! &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/2192703706444951973-2912564105226682561?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2912564105226682561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2912564105226682561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/2912564105226682561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap_14.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW9Ewk862QE/TsFIM5Ub2VI/AAAAAAAAC-k/yKZy2exiKiI/s72-c/P1012154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3625197705795818663</id><published>2011-11-13T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:11:24.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time With Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smQ2-1IZN18/TsBqsgKup1I/AAAAAAAAC8o/XUSQral6Rzo/s1600/dennis_menace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674652843268548434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smQ2-1IZN18/TsBqsgKup1I/AAAAAAAAC8o/XUSQral6Rzo/s400/dennis_menace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I mentioned that Eli had broken a Christmas ornament while shopping, so I had to share how it all went down. Eric was off work for Veteran's Day, so he and Eli met me in town for lunch. Afterwards, we all went shopping. Fast forward six hours, when I take Eric back to his car. He needed to buy some oil for the van and rent a movie for later that night, so he went on. Meanwhile, I decided to run by Kohl's with Eli to use a coupon I had. &lt;strong&gt;Mistake Number One. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a little cranky upon arrival and of course there weren't any buggies for him to ride in, so I let him walk. &lt;strong&gt;Mistake Number Two&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a Christmas gift, so we went straight back to the seasonal section. &lt;strong&gt;Mistake Number Three.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Eli decided that the globes were more interesting than following mommy. In fear of a meltdown, I tricked him into my aisle by telling him I'd found Louie. &lt;strong&gt;Mistake Number Four.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to see the dog, he quickly ran into my aisle at which point I handed him the puppy ornament. &lt;strong&gt;Mistake Number Five.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fond of my little decoy, I resumed shopping while keeping an eye on Eli who was quietly playing with the new "toy." He was holding the ornament by the ribbon and "walking" the dog up and down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden he runs up to me and says, "Oh no, Mommy. Louie got a boo boo." You can imagine my dismay when I turn around to discover that Louie did indeed have a boo boo. In fact, he was now missing two legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm the woman who has to go to the cash register with a broken ornament in hand trying to explain why my son is now traumatized and their merchandise destroyed. Luckily, they were super nice about the whole ordeal and didn't make me pay for the broken ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned: Toddlers and ornaments DO NOT mix!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3625197705795818663?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3625197705795818663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/story-time-with-eli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3625197705795818663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3625197705795818663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/story-time-with-eli.html' title='Story Time With Eli'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smQ2-1IZN18/TsBqsgKup1I/AAAAAAAAC8o/XUSQral6Rzo/s72-c/dennis_menace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-238024766871701922</id><published>2011-11-11T19:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:41:19.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Painting</title><content type='html'>Every Thursday Eli and I have a little Mommy/Son date. This week it was a too cold to do something outdoors, so we decided to finger paint a little present for the grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyueqPjac0/Tr3TAt9jJ8I/AAAAAAAAC8c/1wG2wu2B2bE/s1600/P1012125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673923114847905730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyueqPjac0/Tr3TAt9jJ8I/AAAAAAAAC8c/1wG2wu2B2bE/s400/P1012125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For $8 I was able to get a sketch pad, finerpaint, and two frames...SCORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7v6DxoDl9A/Tr3TAcgMzUI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/LiZ28F_Lnsg/s1600/P1012123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673923110161403202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7v6DxoDl9A/Tr3TAcgMzUI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/LiZ28F_Lnsg/s400/P1012123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next we got creative,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmiaIQ5eFtc/Tr3TABvGeHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/HKXVCBL0o8Y/s1600/P1012124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673923102976145522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmiaIQ5eFtc/Tr3TABvGeHI/AAAAAAAAC8E/HKXVCBL0o8Y/s400/P1012124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and made a sweet gift for Nanna &amp;amp; Gigi! I can't show you the finished product because I don't want to ruin the surprise...stay tuned!!&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/2192703706444951973-238024766871701922?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/238024766871701922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/finger-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/238024766871701922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/238024766871701922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/finger-painting.html' title='Finger Painting'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyueqPjac0/Tr3TAt9jJ8I/AAAAAAAAC8c/1wG2wu2B2bE/s72-c/P1012125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-5497245119413873667</id><published>2011-11-11T19:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:53:17.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po744oS3Hwo/Tr3JuGwnIrI/AAAAAAAAC74/h3xO48TeSfc/s1600/pawpaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912899482362546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po744oS3Hwo/Tr3JuGwnIrI/AAAAAAAAC74/h3xO48TeSfc/s400/pawpaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is a special day in so many ways. It's 11-11-11, but more importantly it's Veteran's Day. This is my PawPaw, Bobby Morgan, who served in the United States Army. My other grandfather, Don White, served in the Air Force. I also have two cousins who have recently served, Nathan Ridgeway in the Marines, and Daniel Foley in the Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, Eric's granfathers Sam Belt and Harold Watson were in the Army. His uncle, Paul Ray was an Army Ranger. Another uncle, Dion Watson served in the Marine Corp as a Tank Commander. Donald Watson was in the National Guard and Percy Belt in United States Army; both were uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from teaching Eli to love the Lord, one of the most important things for him to learn is that Freedom is never free. I want him to know the courage, honor and sacrifice so many have given to defend our country. I want him to truly appreciate all they have done, just was we do today and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-KE4HN-Hdc/Tr3JgJ2HaSI/AAAAAAAAC7k/ECs1pGQ9Bno/s1600/P1012137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912659792587042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-KE4HN-Hdc/Tr3JgJ2HaSI/AAAAAAAAC7k/ECs1pGQ9Bno/s400/P1012137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric was off work because his office closed in honor of Veteran's Day. I had to work, but it was a pretty easy day since Radar and I had a school visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T67LFsjOUxY/Tr3JezWvJyI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/jZ92SWcdDQU/s1600/P1012143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912636575524642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T67LFsjOUxY/Tr3JezWvJyI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/jZ92SWcdDQU/s400/P1012143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I met Eric and Eli at a new pizza place in town, for a quick lunch before Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ell-c2Pqmuw/Tr3JetKNF1I/AAAAAAAAC7M/lWzL0zjlqTc/s1600/P1012149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912634912347986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ell-c2Pqmuw/Tr3JetKNF1I/AAAAAAAAC7M/lWzL0zjlqTc/s400/P1012149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to report that Santa is done ...go us! However, this feat came with a price; it was stressful. Toys R Us was out of two toys we wanted to buy, Eli missed his nap so I'll let you envision how his behavior was, and we were wrongly charged for an item. That cute vest Eli was wearing in the pictures is now missing, we broke an ornament, and the super awesome Elmo cookie pictured below may or may not have stained our toddler's face. Oh well, good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67YNgl_fQTI/Tr3JeGhoAII/AAAAAAAAC7A/ZPhTO4aCa6Q/s1600/P1012150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912624541597826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-67YNgl_fQTI/Tr3JeGhoAII/AAAAAAAAC7A/ZPhTO4aCa6Q/s400/P1012150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally made it home about an honor ago and ate homemade BBQ. Now we're playing with Eli, and waiting for bedtime to roll around. Then it's a little movie date with my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPvJNYX2SYY/Tr3JdumHHtI/AAAAAAAAC60/TTSPp0FxWmQ/s1600/P1012151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673912618117963474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPvJNYX2SYY/Tr3JdumHHtI/AAAAAAAAC60/TTSPp0FxWmQ/s400/P1012151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Veteran's Day!!&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/2192703706444951973-5497245119413873667?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5497245119413873667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5497245119413873667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/5497245119413873667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po744oS3Hwo/Tr3JuGwnIrI/AAAAAAAAC74/h3xO48TeSfc/s72-c/pawpaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-4194841576754186741</id><published>2011-11-10T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:37:33.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAowQNd_lW8/TrwJRzCUl9I/AAAAAAAAC6o/gzKttu-aUbs/s1600/Thrifty%2BThursday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673419831942354898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAowQNd_lW8/TrwJRzCUl9I/AAAAAAAAC6o/gzKttu-aUbs/s400/Thrifty%2BThursday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* First of all, it's Thursday which means only one more day stands between me and the weekend. Can I get a HALLELUJAH?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's been one of those "sit at your computer" kinda days, which makes me super tired...and bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So I'm watching the clock waiting for noon to get here so that I can jet! I have to hit the gym and swing by Wal-Mart, then it's our weekly Mommy/Son Date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbZcKQT-UxM/TrwJH3DtRUI/AAAAAAAAC6c/F8E0c_qfnTw/s1600/Turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673419661223216450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LbZcKQT-UxM/TrwJH3DtRUI/AAAAAAAAC6c/F8E0c_qfnTw/s400/Turkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since the weather is cold, I think we'll come inside and make ourselves a Thankful Turkey. Don't worry, we'll stay warm drink Peppermint Hot Chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iwhYChWgj4/TrwJHtMND-I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/gNKrLRza9_w/s1600/hot%2Bchocolate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673419658574499810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iwhYChWgj4/TrwJHtMND-I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/gNKrLRza9_w/s400/hot%2Bchocolate.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm planning a yummy meal, then I think Hubby and I will finish watching "Dumb And Dumber." I'm not even lying when I say we've been trying to get through it for three night...ha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH4ShTv8FYQ/TrwJHXLoKJI/AAAAAAAAC6E/66diW4lFUC8/s1600/2453-cover-dumb-and-dumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673419652666501266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GH4ShTv8FYQ/TrwJHXLoKJI/AAAAAAAAC6E/66diW4lFUC8/s400/2453-cover-dumb-and-dumber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * Tomorrow Eric is off work for Veteran's Day, so we are planning a little lunch date at a new pizza place here in town. Then I think we'll head to Toys R Us for a little early shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Speaking of Christmas shopping, we are making great strides. In fact, we already know what we are buying everyone on our list and we've even checked a few people off...go us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Ok, I gotta work the last half hour of my day. Happy Friday Eve!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-4194841576754186741?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4194841576754186741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4194841576754186741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/4194841576754186741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAowQNd_lW8/TrwJRzCUl9I/AAAAAAAAC6o/gzKttu-aUbs/s72-c/Thrifty%2BThursday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-717218765615252133</id><published>2011-11-09T10:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:07:37.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to his favorite cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041651775086978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itNlyGBBfps/TrqxU0IMoYI/AAAAAAAAC54/hqC6PeO6DM0/s400/P1012108.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great day Colby...and SHOOT THAT BALL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-717218765615252133?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/717218765615252133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/717218765615252133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/717218765615252133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday_09.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itNlyGBBfps/TrqxU0IMoYI/AAAAAAAAC54/hqC6PeO6DM0/s72-c/P1012108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1417483126543443918</id><published>2011-11-08T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:41:27.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Voting, And The Park</title><content type='html'>Today was an insanely busy day around the Watson home! After work I went for a quick walk before picking Eli up from daycare early for a doctor's appointment. While in route to daycare, my gas light came on, so I pulled into the nearest service station only to remember that my debit card is missing...rrh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a quick prayer that I would make it to the grocery store where I could buy a bottled water and get cash back for gas. Needless to say, we were late getting to the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebZzGoQ061w/TrqwoThkPsI/AAAAAAAAC5s/8qMx5RPXGtA/s1600/P1012116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040887108878018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebZzGoQ061w/TrqwoThkPsI/AAAAAAAAC5s/8qMx5RPXGtA/s400/P1012116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli had a wonderful check up...PRAISE THE LORD! He is healthy, active, and has an "impressive vocabulary." Which make this momma who talks for a living quite proud!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we left the office we had to exercise our civic duty at the polls. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUueTKh0_YI/TrqwnWhx7RI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Pk2dIOFA-gU/s1600/P1012117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040870735211794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUueTKh0_YI/TrqwnWhx7RI/AAAAAAAAC5k/Pk2dIOFA-gU/s400/P1012117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so thankful to live in a country with so many rights and freedoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNOrlhcrjkc/TrqwnEZrOEI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/MGwxLvi_hkU/s1600/P1012120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040865869379650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNOrlhcrjkc/TrqwnEZrOEI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/MGwxLvi_hkU/s400/P1012120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To celebrate our productive day, we finished with a trip to the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqY_bPtG6j0/TrqwmlzLRPI/AAAAAAAAC5I/4K1yuCf7gDI/s1600/P1012118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040857654838514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqY_bPtG6j0/TrqwmlzLRPI/AAAAAAAAC5I/4K1yuCf7gDI/s400/P1012118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvI48MYSnO4/TrqwmZWwdiI/AAAAAAAAC48/vJStk5V-04Q/s1600/P1012121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673040854314415650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvI48MYSnO4/TrqwmZWwdiI/AAAAAAAAC48/vJStk5V-04Q/s400/P1012121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could very well be the last day PERFECT WEATHER this season, so I hated to leave. Nonetheless, there was dinner to be cooked, a house to be cleaned, and husband to greet. I am so thankful for my little family and this blessed season of our lives!&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/2192703706444951973-1417483126543443918?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1417483126543443918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctor-voting-and-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1417483126543443918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1417483126543443918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctor-voting-and-park.html' title='Doctor, Voting, And The Park'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebZzGoQ061w/TrqwoThkPsI/AAAAAAAAC5s/8qMx5RPXGtA/s72-c/P1012116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-17140709338140042</id><published>2011-11-07T08:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:28:12.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>The below picture has absolutely no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;significances&lt;/span&gt; to this post, but I took it at my station Thursday as I stood in awe of the most beautiful morning from our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sydbjna89sw/TrlAc-L6mtI/AAAAAAAAC4w/b7YEGW4zybc/s1600/P1012090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672636072123341522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sydbjna89sw/TrlAc-L6mtI/AAAAAAAAC4w/b7YEGW4zybc/s400/P1012090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for the weekend we loaded up and headed to Marion to celebrate Grandad and Colby's birthdays. Friday night we hung out around the house, and Saturday morning I went shopping with my mother-in-law and sister- in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1kY9rpj7JI/TrlAb2jSeHI/AAAAAAAAC4k/8P6fUn80X-I/s1600/P1012091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672636052894021746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1kY9rpj7JI/TrlAb2jSeHI/AAAAAAAAC4k/8P6fUn80X-I/s400/P1012091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night we ate at a local Italian restaurant where we had the entire upstairs to ourselves. Eli particuarly enjoyed playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ-OdGfwsbQ/TrlAbvh5PbI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/n_E-LMiXlEM/s1600/P1012093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672636051009125810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ-OdGfwsbQ/TrlAbvh5PbI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/n_E-LMiXlEM/s400/P1012093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are with the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDOienSSat4/Trk_bdpCdAI/AAAAAAAAC4E/Tqi_zyutbMY/s1600/P1012095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672634946695623682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDOienSSat4/Trk_bdpCdAI/AAAAAAAAC4E/Tqi_zyutbMY/s400/P1012095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Eli missed the memo about a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM8me2g2Bjk/Trk_awnc-xI/AAAAAAAAC34/r3arLAXYlVM/s1600/P1012097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672634934609378066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM8me2g2Bjk/Trk_awnc-xI/AAAAAAAAC34/r3arLAXYlVM/s400/P1012097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did not, however, miss out on the cake...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi_k8Qk2HpQ/Trk_aPPRhmI/AAAAAAAAC3s/m2kCy_IR6J8/s1600/P1012101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672634925649593954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi_k8Qk2HpQ/Trk_aPPRhmI/AAAAAAAAC3s/m2kCy_IR6J8/s400/P1012101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was pretty much spent playing outside. It was a joy for me to watch him play in the leaves since we don't have any trees and this was the first chance he had to jump in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CgNecZTiZM/Trk_ZXTKG0I/AAAAAAAAC3g/HgkG_UAeQ84/s1600/P1012104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672634910633499458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CgNecZTiZM/Trk_ZXTKG0I/AAAAAAAAC3g/HgkG_UAeQ84/s400/P1012104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_b-l1qOzwQ/Trk_ZMCYW0I/AAAAAAAAC3U/WLQJePCvzr0/s1600/P1012112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672634907610340162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_b-l1qOzwQ/Trk_ZMCYW0I/AAAAAAAAC3U/WLQJePCvzr0/s400/P1012112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we met Landon, Eli's newest cousin. My sweet boy wasn't quite ready to leave, so it was a little stressful getting on the road. But we made it home just in time for a quick movie a bed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-17140709338140042?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/17140709338140042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/17140709338140042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/17140709338140042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sydbjna89sw/TrlAc-L6mtI/AAAAAAAAC4w/b7YEGW4zybc/s72-c/P1012090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7695732248349570865</id><published>2011-11-06T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:47:00.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toddler's Rule</title><content type='html'>I came across this little list on Pinterest yesterday and just had to share...it pretty much sums it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfNfIjWuYI/TrP7H4sD3lI/AAAAAAAACzg/eOLxcWyQgNs/s1600/MINE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671152468684430930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfNfIjWuYI/TrP7H4sD3lI/AAAAAAAACzg/eOLxcWyQgNs/s400/MINE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha...Happy Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7695732248349570865?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7695732248349570865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/toddlers-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7695732248349570865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7695732248349570865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/toddlers-rule.html' title='A Toddler&apos;s Rule'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfNfIjWuYI/TrP7H4sD3lI/AAAAAAAACzg/eOLxcWyQgNs/s72-c/MINE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8254989813857551926</id><published>2011-11-05T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:41:00.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the Grandad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkUTvjxJvhU/TrP6HNCz1qI/AAAAAAAACzU/UJ8JZRW__xY/s1600/P1011859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671151357457061538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkUTvjxJvhU/TrP6HNCz1qI/AAAAAAAACzU/UJ8JZRW__xY/s400/P1011859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the giver of awesome four-wheeler rides, the playmate to a little boy who loves Hot Wheel toys, and one an awesome grandad...WE LOVE YOU!!!&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/2192703706444951973-8254989813857551926?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8254989813857551926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8254989813857551926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8254989813857551926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday_05.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkUTvjxJvhU/TrP6HNCz1qI/AAAAAAAACzU/UJ8JZRW__xY/s72-c/P1011859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3990104945024596023</id><published>2011-11-04T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:59:30.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightening McQueen</title><content type='html'>Can I brag a minute? Not on the costume, but on my awesome hubby. You see, I have a tendency to come up with great ideas and projects (thank you pinterest). Sadly, these ideas are neither original (again, thank you pinterest) nor are they within my ability to execute. So, hubby ends up doing lots of little projects. That's why I have to brag...ON MY MAN! He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHNx7o4dhOU/TrQEm9LgeEI/AAAAAAAAC3I/7JYgSD_MRt0/s1600/P1012007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671162898070665282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHNx7o4dhOU/TrQEm9LgeEI/AAAAAAAAC3I/7JYgSD_MRt0/s400/P1012007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This particular project was inspired by a Thomas The Tank Engine costume I found online. Basically, the parents had turned the wagon into the word's favorite train character. Well, rather than "straight line, boxy, Thomas," I decided we needed Lightening McQueen. Those of you who are crafty must be thinking I'm crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwWJgll6uSg/TrQEmaMfxGI/AAAAAAAAC28/MOwpcOohdXU/s1600/P1012056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671162888679572578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwWJgll6uSg/TrQEmaMfxGI/AAAAAAAAC28/MOwpcOohdXU/s400/P1012056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily, Eric didn't think so. Instead he built a wooden frame to support the car. Actually, he built two because the dog ate the first one. It's a bad story that I don't really want to talk about...thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv-YhMLnfLA/TrQEl8uKOdI/AAAAAAAAC2w/zHSHxaJa658/s1600/P1012013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671162880767703506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv-YhMLnfLA/TrQEl8uKOdI/AAAAAAAAC2w/zHSHxaJa658/s400/P1012013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's when we wised up and brought much of the project indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lv8I40xsFXg/TrQDbJ234FI/AAAAAAAAC2g/8pmD2tj1TR8/s1600/P1012048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671161595803721810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lv8I40xsFXg/TrQDbJ234FI/AAAAAAAAC2g/8pmD2tj1TR8/s400/P1012048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next Eric make the structure from cardboard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOtKXg4mnL8/TrQDaYeOfhI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/bnndAtNt1TQ/s1600/P1012055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671161582547009042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOtKXg4mnL8/TrQDaYeOfhI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/bnndAtNt1TQ/s400/P1012055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and spray painted it Cherry Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRVZgOcfhi4/TrQDZ7NAKCI/AAAAAAAAC2I/L5ofFvZg-3o/s1600/P1012059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671161574690138146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bRVZgOcfhi4/TrQDZ7NAKCI/AAAAAAAAC2I/L5ofFvZg-3o/s400/P1012059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once it dried, he attached it to the wooden frame and wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQfChbbY2JY/TrQDZZ6qpuI/AAAAAAAAC18/bBonLu4dVDQ/s1600/P1012067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671161565754861282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iQfChbbY2JY/TrQDZZ6qpuI/AAAAAAAAC18/bBonLu4dVDQ/s400/P1012067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the longest part of the process because while the sides of the car were easy, the bumper and hood took lots of molding and maneuvering. Alas, it came together and actually looked like car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6_0NqamOfM/TrQDY5ydmtI/AAAAAAAAC1w/E9Q_TNyIuZQ/s1600/P1012068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671161557130517202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6_0NqamOfM/TrQDY5ydmtI/AAAAAAAAC1w/E9Q_TNyIuZQ/s400/P1012068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last step was printing, cutting, and glueing all the decals onto the car. Eric also installed working lights and radio speakers with the Cars Movie soundtrack playing!! It was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I made this sound like a very simple project, but it was not. The truth is, it was as hard to make as it looks. In fact, it took about three good days of work to pull it all off. It was worth it though, because Eli was elated!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so blessed to have such a talented and patient daddy. Thanks, Honey!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3990104945024596023?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3990104945024596023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/lightening-mcqueen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3990104945024596023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3990104945024596023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/lightening-mcqueen.html' title='Lightening McQueen'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHNx7o4dhOU/TrQEm9LgeEI/AAAAAAAAC3I/7JYgSD_MRt0/s72-c/P1012007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-7733937349500135401</id><published>2011-11-03T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:41:04.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would like to wish my Mimi a very Happy Birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671150518237743122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFepr-c0AZ0/TrP5WWtVSBI/AAAAAAAACzI/yqJ1eH6rg1I/s400/P1011951.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To a woman who has shown me how to love the Lord, dress like a lady, take care of an ailing husband, and embrace life...I love you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-7733937349500135401?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7733937349500135401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7733937349500135401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/7733937349500135401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFepr-c0AZ0/TrP5WWtVSBI/AAAAAAAACzI/yqJ1eH6rg1I/s72-c/P1011951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-6428494120748116281</id><published>2011-11-02T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:09:50.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watcher - Week Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; 1*3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 1*2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pounds Lost:&lt;/strong&gt; plus 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: 1lb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Moment:&lt;/strong&gt; finally feeling better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Moment:&lt;/strong&gt; Gaining weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overview:&lt;/strong&gt; This week hasn't been my finest week on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, it's been my worst! It all started last Wednesday when I had a decent workout. It wasn't the best, but I wasn't alarmed because everyone has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; bad day. Fast forward to Thursday when I develop a cold that leaves me unable to workout through Monday. That was five days away from the gym, three of which were spent sleeping! Mix in Halloween and you have a terrible combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries though. I hit the gym on Tuesday and weighed this morning. I was back down 1.5 lbs, but I wanted to record my official weigh-in weight above. So my routine has resumed, the candy is gone from the house, and I added new intensity to the November gym session. Give me a week, and I'll be back where I should be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-6428494120748116281?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6428494120748116281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weight-watcher-week-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6428494120748116281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/6428494120748116281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/weight-watcher-week-seven.html' title='Weight Watcher - Week Seven'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-14945883180520660</id><published>2011-11-01T09:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:14:53.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was super exciting for Eli because he had a Halloween Party at daycare, Trick or Treating at Daddy's work, and Trunk or Treat at church! To prepare for all the fun, I went straight home from work to help put the finishing touches on Eli's costume...which was, by the way, my only contribution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Eric was working out a few details on Lightening McQueen, I went to pick Eli up. I let him eat a sucker on the way home...BIG MISTAKE!! It was cute because I kept telling him Daddy had a surprise waiting at home. When I asked what he thought it was, he said "Mckeen!!" I guess we better be more sneaky at Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it took an act of Congress to convince Eli to get out of the car so we could go get more candy. First stop was Daddy's work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KPBEFcDBhc/TrAI27RCWpI/AAAAAAAACy8/nVSG-oJFNjs/s1600/P1012075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670041670574561938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KPBEFcDBhc/TrAI27RCWpI/AAAAAAAACy8/nVSG-oJFNjs/s400/P1012075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little man was sneaky and kept trying to take more than one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWWMxqDgXVY/TrAI2ib6zNI/AAAAAAAACys/atitpSbLpkA/s1600/P1012076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670041663909317842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWWMxqDgXVY/TrAI2ib6zNI/AAAAAAAACys/atitpSbLpkA/s400/P1012076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He would hold out his bag and say "Tweet." That's it...I guess he didn't want any tricks. Smart guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D973mu0wgKg/TrAI2TL3B3I/AAAAAAAACyk/nz9Q1Q13mAg/s1600/P1012077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670041659815430002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D973mu0wgKg/TrAI2TL3B3I/AAAAAAAACyk/nz9Q1Q13mAg/s400/P1012077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we headed to Trunk or Treat at our church. Everyone warned us it was a big event, but we weren't really prepared for how big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QD7dwyFvbY/TrAHsygjNAI/AAAAAAAACyY/8wZed8S3V90/s1600/P1012079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670040396913390594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QD7dwyFvbY/TrAHsygjNAI/AAAAAAAACyY/8wZed8S3V90/s400/P1012079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I handed out candy while Daddy and Eli cruised town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS12eS3u3v4/TrAHs5FY2uI/AAAAAAAACyM/xc-rJ3q_RXI/s1600/P1012081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670040398678514402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS12eS3u3v4/TrAHs5FY2uI/AAAAAAAACyM/xc-rJ3q_RXI/s400/P1012081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PaJnQzhH18/TrAHr_WMpsI/AAAAAAAACyA/Dk5-sFoQS_o/s1600/P1012084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670040383179761346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PaJnQzhH18/TrAHr_WMpsI/AAAAAAAACyA/Dk5-sFoQS_o/s400/P1012084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up running out of candy, so I got to steal a few kisses from my boy before heading home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdvODR3CGu4/TrAHrRHplYI/AAAAAAAACx0/-V3Ou9jdsfA/s1600/P1012085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670040370770711938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdvODR3CGu4/TrAHrRHplYI/AAAAAAAACx0/-V3Ou9jdsfA/s400/P1012085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli was on a MAJOR sugar high, and I think he may have been experiencing some "withdrawal" because his behavior became quite ugly when he was not allowed anymore candy. Needless to say, it was a late night in the Watson home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcGzqhosuHY/TrAHrKRrsFI/AAAAAAAACxo/USUCvP4zdjU/s1600/P1012086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670040368933744722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcGzqhosuHY/TrAHrKRrsFI/AAAAAAAACxo/USUCvP4zdjU/s400/P1012086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric worked so hard on Eli's wagon turning it in to Lightening McQueen. I am so proud of the way it turned out, and even more proud of the man who dedicated to much time to making his son happy! I'll post more on the creative process later in the week. Until then, hope you had a SWEET! Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-14945883180520660?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/14945883180520660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/trunk-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/14945883180520660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/14945883180520660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KPBEFcDBhc/TrAI27RCWpI/AAAAAAAACy8/nVSG-oJFNjs/s72-c/P1012075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-9142025850237737633</id><published>2011-10-31T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:07:05.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not As Planned</title><content type='html'>I was going to name this post "A Big Bust," but then I decided it would conjure up images of large &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;braziers...not what I had in mind.&lt;/span&gt; Then I thought about calling it "A Big Flop," but that wasn't the idea I was going for either. So, let's just call it "not as planned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you recall, I sent my child to school in a costume on Friday thinking it was Halloween. The rest of my weekend pretty much followed the same pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan:&lt;/strong&gt; Have a pumpkin carving party with friends Friday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reality:&lt;/strong&gt; Attend work gala with husband and send a thousand thank &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt; to Susan for taking care of my boy last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan:&lt;/strong&gt; Take Eli to Monster Mash at Corvette Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reality&lt;/strong&gt;: Eli falls asleep in route, so I pick up pizza for lunch and hold a sleeping baby while we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan:&lt;/strong&gt; Trunk Or Treat at church on Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reality:&lt;/strong&gt; I totally confused the date, so we sit at home and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan:&lt;/strong&gt; Carve Pumpkins Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reality:&lt;/strong&gt; I clean while Eric works on Eli's costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan:&lt;/strong&gt; Attend Small Groups as a family on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reality&lt;/strong&gt;: Eli and I head out while Eric finishes Eli's costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING went as planned this past weekend. And you know what? I couldn't be more thankful. I ended up getting a pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnarly&lt;/span&gt; cold that had me watching Lifetime Movies and napping pretty much the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sweet blessing of failed plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-9142025850237737633?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/9142025850237737633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-as-planned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/9142025850237737633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/9142025850237737633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-as-planned.html' title='Not As Planned'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-52862551974868478</id><published>2011-10-28T07:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:32:11.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Mom</title><content type='html'>Do ya'll ever have those days you feel like are epic fails?  No way...me too!  Try as I may to be organized, it's just not my strong suit.  Perfect example:  I hadn't heard anything all week about Eli's Halloween Party at daycare, so yesterday I decided to ask for details so that I could be the super- awesome, cool mom who brings the best treats! And of course being "the best" takes lots of organization and planning so I needed to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as fate would have it, when I walked into the building  there was a big, orange sign on the entrance table with all the details! I  thought it was ingenious positioning for all the "other" parents who were less attentive to their child's academic dealings. The sign asked parents to bring in a bag of individually wrapped candy and to send their children's Halloween costume for the party that would take place at 10:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, I may or may not have been slightly crushed when I realized that I wouldn't get to make my super-awesome treats thanks to stupid Health Department laws allowing ONLY individually wrapped candy...boo! (Not the Halloween kind boo, but the sports arena, "we don't like you BOO!!")  Moving on. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite these crazy rules, I vowed to be the overachiever and get the biggest bag of candy I could find since I was certain most parents would send the bare minimum and go the cheap route.  So, off to the Dollar General Store I went with Eli in tow.  Poor guy had his heart set on some creepy looking, off brand, eyeballs, but I couldn't have that. What would people think? After mulling over the candy selection for a small eternity, I finally decided on the economy size Tootsie Rolls...go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of my purchase and new role as Super-Cool Mom, I was inspired to continue my superb parenting skills by getting everything ready for the morning.  With great care, I chose a lightweight outfit that wouldn't be too hot under Eli's costume, something I was sure "other" parents hadn't considered.  Then, I packed Eli's backpack pull of candy, laid out his costume, and trotted off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 7:15 this morning when Eric calls to tell me that it had been a rough morning for Eli.  Since the poor guy doesn't wake up so easily, I assumed we were talking about a mild temper tantrum or two.   NOT THE CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric went on to explain that Eli quite happily and proudly bounced into daycare wearing his new Batman costume.  Only to his surprise,  he was the only one dressed up!  That's right, Momma messed up!!  Turns out the Halloween Party is on Monday. Imagine that...a party on Halloween.  Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is, I wore orange to work this morning thinking it was Halloween...oops!  I'm so glad I didn't dress up, can you imagine what viewers would have thought?  "Crazy TV lady doesn't even know what day it is!"  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that mom&lt;/span&gt;.  You know who I'm talking about...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that mom&lt;/span&gt; who is always late never prepared, and forgets major school events.  Yeah, that's me!  Hi, my name is Morgan and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't feel too bad about the whole situation because every time I picture Eli's little blonde head bopping into daycare proudly displaying his Batman Costume, I lose it.  It's like a toddler, male version of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde! (Remember the seen where she goes to the Harvard school party dressed like a Playboy Bunny...CLASSIC!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what parenting blooper you may have today, take comfort, because you are NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that mom&lt;/span&gt;...the one who sends her son to school in a costume on what should have been a normal Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining: he's only two and has NO IDEA.  Oh, and at least I'm not this Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaiV7C3Sf3c/Tqq7pST9tYI/AAAAAAAACxc/osp0952H_Q4/s1600/eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaiV7C3Sf3c/Tqq7pST9tYI/AAAAAAAACxc/osp0952H_Q4/s400/eli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668549398963795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I mean FRIDAY!!!!!&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/2192703706444951973-52862551974868478?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/52862551974868478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/52862551974868478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/52862551974868478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-mom.html' title='That Mom'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GaiV7C3Sf3c/Tqq7pST9tYI/AAAAAAAACxc/osp0952H_Q4/s72-c/eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-8596834732247600723</id><published>2011-10-26T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:32:08.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0973n_6wi6o/TqgxsSHBdHI/AAAAAAAACqk/9fPAjWPG9q0/s1600/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834767891068018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0973n_6wi6o/TqgxsSHBdHI/AAAAAAAACqk/9fPAjWPG9q0/s400/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's What I'm Lovin' Wednesday again, and I'm linking up with &lt;a href="https://littledaiseymay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie &lt;/a&gt;to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pininterest! I don't get to play much, so I want to show off my finds today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeNHsmDKbMM/TqgxjMJFeYI/AAAAAAAACqY/ZlzgwCEBPwI/s1600/coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834611670284674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeNHsmDKbMM/TqgxjMJFeYI/AAAAAAAACqY/ZlzgwCEBPwI/s400/coat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I've LOVIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' this super cute coat. I have a coat in every color but green and pink, so one like this would be classy and cute at the same time. Christmas present potential...HINT HINT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that as of yesterday it's TWO months away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_S6xHHWwrbI/TqgxinrYA-I/AAAAAAAACqQ/YKjQjR-9y90/s1600/drnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834601881994210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_S6xHHWwrbI/TqgxinrYA-I/AAAAAAAACqQ/YKjQjR-9y90/s400/drnk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;LOVIN&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this fancy twist on chocolate milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that it may be a great treat to serve at our Pumpkin Carving Party this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we're talking about the weekend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we are going to be busy at "Monster Mash," "Trunk or Treat," and TWO "Trick or Treating" events. Expect lots of pictures in the next few day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mncpHET3v-U/TqgxiR04qzI/AAAAAAAACp8/DKZD63uN9Ug/s1600/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834596016302898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mncpHET3v-U/TqgxiR04qzI/AAAAAAAACp8/DKZD63uN9Ug/s400/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this precious reminder today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm also LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this awesome kitchen organization!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uw0p5RlwTI/TqgxicfRAsI/AAAAAAAACp0/qY587AJFBCM/s1600/Organization.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667834598878413506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uw0p5RlwTI/TqgxicfRAsI/AAAAAAAACp0/qY587AJFBCM/s400/Organization.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note, I'm&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I got to spend lots of time with family this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that Eli's cousin Paisley is turning one year old today...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVIN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that Eric is home from Florida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In general, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' my boys today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-8596834732247600723?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8596834732247600723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-im-lovin_26.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8596834732247600723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/8596834732247600723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-im-lovin_26.html' title='What I&apos;m Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0973n_6wi6o/TqgxsSHBdHI/AAAAAAAACqk/9fPAjWPG9q0/s72-c/What_I%2527m_Loving_Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-3409792296956302231</id><published>2011-10-26T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T20:12:16.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watcher - Week Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Starting Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; 1*3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; 1*9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pounds Lost This Week:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Lost:&lt;/strong&gt; 5lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Moment:&lt;/strong&gt; Seeing the scale go down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Moment:&lt;/strong&gt; Learning that my beloved Baja Fish Taco is 9 points...AFTER I ate two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Miss:&lt;/strong&gt; Not too much this week. I am learning not to make drastic changes all at once because it leads to binging and overeating. Instead, I allow myself an occasional treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overview:&lt;/strong&gt; This week has been really busy with a lot of "life." While Eric was out of town, I went to see Mom and Dad. Everything is just a little off, including my gym routnine. The good news is that I have been very dilligent about making better healthy eating decisions. It truly is a process that takes time and dedication. Quick fixes and crash diets bring temporary results. My goal is to change my habits for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-3409792296956302231?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3409792296956302231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/weight-watcher-week-six.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3409792296956302231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/3409792296956302231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/weight-watcher-week-six.html' title='Weight Watcher - Week Six'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192703706444951973.post-1582260015237795675</id><published>2011-10-25T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:15:32.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Real</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I enjoy blogging so much, is seeing the blessed lives so many people have. I have walked away from my computer inspired so many times by your crafts, your kids, your fashions, and your homes. However, sometimes I think we (and by that I mean ME) tend to present ourselves in a pretty little package to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, LETS BE REAL. Life ain't always pretty. It's an endless cycle of poopy diapers, runny noses, and kitchen messes. So, for our final trip to the orchard this fall, I decided to leave behind the cute clothes, the matching outfits, and the pretense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in sweat outfits we hit the hay...LITERALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h52eH2do-Hc/TrP-yyXI-nI/AAAAAAAAC1k/RxDXatT84RM/s1600/P1011962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671156504255330930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h52eH2do-Hc/TrP-yyXI-nI/AAAAAAAAC1k/RxDXatT84RM/s400/P1011962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There weren't 5 billion picture retakes to get a cute pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0fnYeVgxR4/TrP-fGqRoyI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/CVxaUmOMZhc/s1600/P1011965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671156166106915618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0fnYeVgxR4/TrP-fGqRoyI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/CVxaUmOMZhc/s400/P1011965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or even a hair combing involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMZa8t6r3ss/TrP-ejrKKzI/AAAAAAAAC1M/f2zPdhh-Tu4/s1600/P1011971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671156156715379506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMZa8t6r3ss/TrP-ejrKKzI/AAAAAAAAC1M/f2zPdhh-Tu4/s400/P1011971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead, there was jumping in the hay, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hD74Hv_eTiM/TrP-eWoV4aI/AAAAAAAAC1A/yctHA7dTl3o/s1600/P1011969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671156153213903266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hD74Hv_eTiM/TrP-eWoV4aI/AAAAAAAAC1A/yctHA7dTl3o/s400/P1011969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a dirty little boy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKhYk0QsWpw/TrP-dcmLxKI/AAAAAAAAC04/oXBafyEVmgE/s1600/P1011981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671156137635595426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKhYk0QsWpw/TrP-dcmLxKI/AAAAAAAAC04/oXBafyEVmgE/s400/P1011981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lots of silly playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqBTKB9Er7s/TrP-dNe_yHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/wMhfHTPReIo/s1600/P1011982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671156133578918002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqBTKB9Er7s/TrP-dNe_yHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/wMhfHTPReIo/s400/P1011982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also animal petting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izNbhLpFSsM/TrP9LYtX-zI/AAAAAAAAC0c/R-jE5UWui_I/s1600/P1011989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671154727842741042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izNbhLpFSsM/TrP9LYtX-zI/AAAAAAAAC0c/R-jE5UWui_I/s400/P1011989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tire sitting ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvEyYnufDs0/TrP9K5umNgI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ktb6aP9z97s/s1600/P1011993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671154719526368770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvEyYnufDs0/TrP9K5umNgI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ktb6aP9z97s/s400/P1011993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and big boy pretending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Db_8-RNQtLs/TrP9KR_kUxI/AAAAAAAAC0E/hobG5m-wZB0/s1600/P1011996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671154708860130066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Db_8-RNQtLs/TrP9KR_kUxI/AAAAAAAAC0E/hobG5m-wZB0/s400/P1011996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, we can't forget fort playing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLj0T3EV_TE/TrP9Jg3f-rI/AAAAAAAACz4/DMsEbaNMAEk/s1600/P1012002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671154695672953522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLj0T3EV_TE/TrP9Jg3f-rI/AAAAAAAACz4/DMsEbaNMAEk/s400/P1012002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;swing-set sliding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnSBOLylSPw/TrP9JVZyFtI/AAAAAAAACzs/tvegA0gVGRE/s1600/P1012005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671154692595521234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnSBOLylSPw/TrP9JVZyFtI/AAAAAAAACzs/tvegA0gVGRE/s400/P1012005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or slushy drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my "picture perfect" moments with Eli, but sometimes it's fun just Keeping It Real!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2192703706444951973-1582260015237795675?l=morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1582260015237795675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/keeping-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1582260015237795675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2192703706444951973/posts/default/1582260015237795675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgansmommymemoir.blogspot.com/2011/10/keeping-it-real.html' title='Keeping It Real'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02364458952431023647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7dqRyzgBQ0/Stvm81QtaII/AAAAAAAAAAg/gB4o5m940JI/S220/n41111366_32453644_7139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h52eH2do-Hc/TrP-yyXI-nI/AAAAAAAAC1k/RxDXatT84RM/s72-c/P1011962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
