<?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-344728100490957924</id><updated>2012-02-14T16:18:00.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Sophia Makes Three!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-17760898616023995</id><published>2012-02-14T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:01:55.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Balentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy "Balentines" Day from me and mine to you and yours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709114345062256162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RB-dRUSt2a4/TzrZP6eFziI/AAAAAAAAEFo/yKMhxs4ihD4/s400/balentinesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muuuu-ah!! Smooches! XOXOXOXO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-17760898616023995?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/17760898616023995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=17760898616023995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/17760898616023995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/17760898616023995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-balentines-day.html' title='Happy Balentines Day!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RB-dRUSt2a4/TzrZP6eFziI/AAAAAAAAEFo/yKMhxs4ihD4/s72-c/balentinesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4384262732900815493</id><published>2012-02-12T11:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:40:33.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Shoe Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another day in this crazy life! Today I spent a majority of the day going to baby showers and having some fun with girlfriends! It was a good day. I even caught myself a few times rubbing on my tummy thinking that I want another baby! (That all changed when I got home and saw that Brayden had the makings of what will soon turn out to be a black eye along with a snotty nose, Sophia was throwing a temper tantrum, and then I needed to change an incredibly gross diaper!) The joys of motherhood... I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, at one of my most wonderful amazing girlfriend's baby shower (we are welcoming Miss Stella Monroe this next month), I walked into the party late. I hate doing this, it always leaves me frazzled and feeling completely uncomfortable when everyone sees you walking in. I always find myself trying to smooth down my hair (which was wind blown), smiling overly big (exposing way too much gum) then I quickly stop smiling (this makes me look rude, but I was remembering that I just ate a Hersheys chocolate bar in the car), and then I always brush my hand over my zipper (just to make sure it is zipped!) Odd things.... I am aware. I am a nutball, what can I say! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all of my crazy thoughts, I am watching my friend open some of the most darling gifts.... baby girls yal... talk about the cuteness with their crocheted hats and so soft blankets! I was making small talk with some friends, and thinking the whole time that my feet were killing me. Here I was out in public and not wearing my everyday tennis shoes, I was wearing heels! Red, 3 inch, snake skin, heels. Ridiculous! These shoes for sure do not scream baby shower attire, but I was a little excited about being around others and I knew a lot of the girls that would be there were old friends from high school/ college, girls that are still o-so cute, and skinnier than ever (thus I tried to step it up a notch, and suck in my belly the whole day)! So dumb and even more tiring !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I walk over to sit by 2 girls that I have known forever, and one of them even said, "I love your shoes." I secretly smiled so big to myself! A praise for my shoes that are killing me! Feeling sooo good, since I was completmented, I stand up and walk to get some food (it was way past lunch time and I have not eaten). I take that first step and can feel something pulling on the bottom of my shoe. I scrape my foot on the floor, just thinking that it is paper or tape from the presents, step again, and it is still on my shoe, repeat....step, scrape. Get into the entry way of this house and I look down and realize that my shoe has fallen apart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708319795221590818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXchpGQrBTY/TzgGnBqDcyI/AAAAAAAAEFg/q_p2Go_ujKg/s400/shoe2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What in the world!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lets review them again! Seriously??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708319798873724994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnnqMOLl-2I/TzgGnPQymEI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/dYol1F30xSM/s400/shoe1.JPG" /&gt;So, I pick up my foot, not sure what to do (since the other shoe is completely in tact). I just folded the sole of my sad red shoe back to the correct position. I take a step and stumbled into the table and it sole flaps back off! It is incredibly ridiculous! I am already thinking about taking my shoes off, but then I remember these shoes are soooo stinky due to the last time I wore them I stepped in a huge puddle of water. So, I am just going to try to walk and not let anyone seeing my shoe drama! Then my whole walk begins to change. With each step the sole was flapping off causing me to nearly trip and fall. So then I thought that I would just have to make bigger steps (picking up my foot more and it was almost as if I was bringing my knee up to a marching position.... I felt like I was marching with a band or either walking like a flamingo! I am sure that I looked crazy! Then, I started just not even picking my foot up when I walked. That is right, I looked like I was dragging my leg... like it was dead or something! I am sure I looked like a crazy nightmare with my zombie walk! Needless to say, I could not even focus on anyone else but myself and my shoes! So, I left without pretty much saying anything to anyone! I came home to show Aron how I was walking and all he could do was laugh at me and say I looked crazy. Why do I even bother! Geez!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long red shoes. They are now in the trash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-4384262732900815493?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4384262732900815493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4384262732900815493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4384262732900815493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4384262732900815493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/red-shoe-diaries.html' title='Red Shoe Diaries'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXchpGQrBTY/TzgGnBqDcyI/AAAAAAAAEFg/q_p2Go_ujKg/s72-c/shoe2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5683378403674678996</id><published>2012-02-12T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T11:48:51.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never a dull moment folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, Aron and I were watching a movie while playing with the kids. The kids walked into the back of the house (we could still hear them on the monitor). After a few minutes, we were very much into our movie (Bella was having a baby, Edward and Jacob were going crazy, you know how it is... BIG STUFF), then I looked at Aron and asked where are they?? We get up, and walk to the hall and this is what we find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rl_wV9mHOFM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never a dull moment! They just keep us laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FYI, that is a toliet paper (2 1/2 rolls of toliet paper)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5683378403674678996?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5683378403674678996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5683378403674678996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5683378403674678996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5683378403674678996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/bubba-did-it.html' title='Bubba Did It'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rl_wV9mHOFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5952772390766030392</id><published>2012-02-10T13:40:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:50:33.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These things are soooo hot right now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hummm? Really? That was my reaction to a segment on this mornings GMA. Today, they talked about the 5 wedding trends that are really big right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you missed it because you were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A. Sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B. Making/ eating breakfast in silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C. Watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me be the one to tell you what is soooo hot with WEDDING DRESSES right now! The update left me.... well, I will let you be the judge. (If you were able to wear anything that closely resembled one of these pieces....well, you were just so ahead of your time, Bravo to you!!)&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;So... onto the wedding dress wonders/ woe nos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Sleeves. Ladies are loving the arm coverage! I am a fan too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600278966121154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jhj5r28NRA/TzV4NquyMsI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_PSsYi2wIcM/s400/gma1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. Slits. Slits up the front, the side, or the back. Showing a lil bit a leg is BIG yal! I don't know about yal, but I am not all about showing all the kit and kaboodle on my big day! It's a wedding peeps! The dress on GMA today, very pretty, I could just picture my MamMaw before the ceremony trying to stitch that dress up!! Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600278831251154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4b9hfmkVUVg/TzV4NqOoPtI/AAAAAAAAEAw/u7C0X_cLqR4/s400/gma2angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Headgear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just kidding! Headpieces! Made famous by none other than Kim K. or Kate Middleton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600557995222706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yBlMbGXLbx8/TzV4d6MgZrI/AAAAAAAAEB4/B-eZHLLVr7M/s400/gmaheadpieces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707601915992148834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVmKo13t4u8/TzV5s9INC2I/AAAAAAAAEDU/TrjoPtoPTuk/s400/kimk.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707601915036952674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBVP9IJMl18/TzV5s5kd6GI/AAAAAAAAEDE/glcIygjtNn8/s400/katedress.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. The pantsuit. Really? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600563152877954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCVS50s7wWc/TzV4eNaL-YI/AAAAAAAAECI/tDzig-SNieo/s400/gmapants.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This does not scream wedding to me, but to another it may just yell, "Here Comes the Bride"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. A lil bitta color girls! I am not talking spray tans, and I am not talking about colors on the bridesmaids dresses, this is for the wedding dress!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600283236141714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPdaoHjoz1Y/TzV4N6o1ipI/AAAAAAAAEA8/TTQl1ybER00/s400/gmacolor.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love a wedding. It is something about waiting for the bride to make the big reveal, and what their dress for the "big day" will look like! Will it be wedding dress perfection??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600275667977314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTJI0VK88lQ/TzV4NecchGI/AAAAAAAAEAg/8Upa_hGM74Y/s400/dresses1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or... Should the bride have gone in a different direction???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600550282445026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKvnqya1bbI/TzV4dddowOI/AAAAAAAAEBc/W1Bl7pJkHUM/s400/gmacrazy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been to a wedding where the bride stepped out and the guests gasped for air or the guests were like, "o no she didn'!" I am usually the onlooker that is in awe of the beautiful bride, but I do wonder what my face woulda looked like if this came outta the doors???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600285388823426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8av4rxAd9M/TzV4OCqE24I/AAAAAAAAEBU/LFwezBhxiWA/s400/gmacrazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600551636288194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUHccqb2Mfk/TzV4digawsI/AAAAAAAAEBw/6ZBVDBpP9O0/s400/gmadresses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707600552472990274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Ec3ERKtpA/TzV4dln50kI/AAAAAAAAEBo/nkNEmtPlovk/s400/gmacrazy3.jpg" /&gt;Wedding dress love! That is what I feel about my dress...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707605351473959474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8H-5q6pQ4E4/TzV807S5UjI/AAAAAAAAEEE/T0uEH15E7zk/s400/dress.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;happiness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707605691267381026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqZPN-xQLKM/TzV9ItH9dyI/AAAAAAAAEEo/JJAdUMOP29U/s400/dress3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I had to wear it all over again (I could not, because it would not fit), but if I had to wear it all over again (to marry Aron, all over again), then I would!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, do you still L-O-V-E your dress as much as you did on your wedding day? If you were shopping for your wedding dress TODAY would you still make the same choice? Was your wedding dress a story of wedding wonder and magic or was your wedding dress a tragic wedding WOE-NO!! If you are not married, do you already have the wedding dress details picked out? If not, hopefully, the above wedding trends from GMA will help to guide you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5952772390766030392?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5952772390766030392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5952772390766030392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5952772390766030392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5952772390766030392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/these-things-are-soooo-hot-right-now.html' title='These things are soooo hot right now....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jhj5r28NRA/TzV4NquyMsI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_PSsYi2wIcM/s72-c/gma1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8871745360409168334</id><published>2012-02-06T14:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:54:43.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With The Stars..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it is time for another Dancing With the Stars prediction!! That's right, I am gonna go out on a limb and predict the DWTS cast for the upcoming season! Last try, I got notta one dancer correct (but I believe whole heartedly that my show woulda been way better... just saying)! On to the cast.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tim Tebow! That's right yal! It would be TEBOW-RIFFIC! Do you think that he would come out with a verse painted on his face for each dance?? Now that is something to ponder. Hummm? What a great way to spread the good word... dancing for Jesus all over that DWTS floor!&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_5706117483262487682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TX0zCRK7mmI/TzAznmSBrII/AAAAAAAAD9s/x6TRf0chNAE/s400/dance1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matthew Broderick... he just did that big Superbowl commercial... so it is time Matt! Kick off those actor shoes.... and put on those dancing shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706118065463211794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gz1XaStJ4KU/TzA0JfJftxI/AAAAAAAAEAA/7x_cuUBmvlg/s400/dance12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right! I am going back to my favorite Tori Spelling! I heart her, cannot help it. She is too funny, a wife, a mother, she can do it all! Sign her up! This is the prime time.... seeing as how she just had a baby recently, we know she is no longer with child, dancing could be her next big thing! Sign her up DWTS people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706118070002054130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba0LXmcc4SA/TzA0JwDo8_I/AAAAAAAAEAU/Vl9gt61P8HQ/s400/dance14.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know... I know. I was hoping for a lil bitta Dog action on the show last year! Yal know, the show would be amazing. Look at him, I know that he has an inner ballroom dancer just waiting to break out! I can just feel it! I can almost see his amazing hair whipping across that dancing floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117767725777666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcIRqNtnCj0/TzAz4J_XAwI/AAAAAAAAD-o/yMcOh-vhE9k/s400/dance6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, lets switch it up a bit with.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo Frost, the SuperNanny! Sure she knows kids, but does she know dance??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117778140902178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuLSd9fUpYM/TzAz4wyhMyI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/UuHlEv6UM-8/s400/dance10jofrost.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know that a Kardashian is probably going to be affiliated with the show some how! They will be dancing on it or either sitting on the front row cheering on a family member! I think that the person representing the K-dash clan should be.... Lamar Odom! Khloe's husband. He seems the most low key and I would just like to watch him dance! Maybe they should bring the Kris Humphries (Kim's ex husband) on to dance too! They could have a dance off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706118070765095186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7fD3V3UTHE/TzA0Jy5kCRI/AAAAAAAAEAI/gfqBTb7YaRY/s400/dance13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nate Berkus. Precious! He is just precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706118061015603714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-nN0CmMIBk/TzA0JOlGmgI/AAAAAAAAD_s/rzya8MQiCwI/s400/dance11.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The show needs a funny person! Thus, Chelsea Handler. Can you imagine? This show would be DVRed so I could watch everyday! What do you think... not funny enough??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117777950752946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvorhCukJLo/TzAz4wFLwLI/AAAAAAAAD_M/aXp-PSX2pmA/s400/dance9.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... then what about Joan Rivers? Dying! She could be super amazing. What if her partner was Maks! OMG!! Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117770886072466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysRqufXiRjU/TzAz4Vw1SJI/AAAAAAAAD_E/Yvwo5_Ce_f4/s400/dance8.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Peyton Manning, if you are retiring maybe you could do DWTS. It could fill your down time and you would still get a great work out! Come on! Sure, thhe man has how many Superbowl rings, but does he have a mirror ball trophy??? Ummm Hummp! Come on Manning! TV/ Sports domination!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117769568540242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pCQs-IlyFw/TzAz4Q2tVlI/AAAAAAAAD-w/M7q3ClVcAl0/s400/dance7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark Paul Gosselaar... I can see him dancing with Julianne Hough! They would Pase Doeble all up over the rest of the cast! Seriously, you know the guy can dance! He was the lead singer of the Zack Attack, the mans gots skills... enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117492164392418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PqAhPVOxx0/TzAzoHcZ9eI/AAAAAAAAD-c/b3zMkXKPUeM/s400/dance5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kirk Cameron! I know... I had him on my last list... but I just hold that special place for him in my heart! So, there ya go... Kirk, please do the show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117491845389826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IS-qiy5_yg/TzAzoGQWXgI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/SnNAVpb9l8A/s400/dance4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he doesn't... I could be, would be, o so happy to watch his sister, Candace Cameron Bure on DWTS! She Loves JESUS, is still doing movies/ tv, is a wife a mommy (so relateable, is that a word?), author, has an online magazine! Geez! The girl can do it all! What do ya think.... Come on Donna Jo Tanner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117484911313426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UU0EonOKc1s/TzAznsbIwhI/AAAAAAAAD-I/6Gak9r-2V6w/s400/dance3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This would be my last cast member guess. Since Jersey is so hot right now (and I ain't talking the weather yal!) This state is all up in the news with the governor Mr. Christie, the Jersey Shore is trying to do world domination with their spray tans, health/ weight loss pills, the books (yes, the Shore peeps are writing their life stories... I ain't hatin' just simply statin'!, the girls are Jerseylicious and well the rest of the community is EVERYWHERE! So, I am going on a limb and saying that just 1 of my favorite New Jersey Housewives should be on the show. Team Melissa or Team Teresa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706117485742174290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy5zgzu21a0/TzAznvhOsFI/AAAAAAAAD90/hrCmjq5W9d8/s400/dance2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think? Will you be watching DWTS? If they have already announced the cast for the next show, and my people did not make it.... that just means I do not get out much and for sure need to be paying attention to more quality news programs... E! or Access Hollywood! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8871745360409168334?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8871745360409168334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8871745360409168334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8871745360409168334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8871745360409168334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/dancing-with-stars.html' title='Dancing With The Stars..........'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TX0zCRK7mmI/TzAznmSBrII/AAAAAAAAD9s/x6TRf0chNAE/s72-c/dance1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4502845315245865437</id><published>2012-02-05T00:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:33:00.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bucky! Today you are 79!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 1933... some crazy things were going on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the worst year of the depression (I beg to differ... you were born!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The average cost of a house was $5,750.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Average wages that year were $1,550.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cost of Gas...10cents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loaf of bread was 7 cents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Al Capone and other gangsters were making millions with speakeasies and bootlegging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alcatraz became a prison!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Loch Ness Monster was spotted for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The chocolate chip cookie was invented this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were born before the....jet engine, helicopters, color television, ball point pens, and the slinky!! Geez, what on earth did you ever do back then??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to look up a popular song in February 1933... but nothing showed up... I guess that yal did not even have music back then.... such a pity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing that I can think of.... that happened on February 5, 1933.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet Bucky was born!&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;Who knew you would do such great things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marry a cute girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have 5 super amazing children.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they give you 11 grandchildren....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then some of those chillens give you 4 great grand children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something amazing you are Bucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is wishing you a Happy Birthday.... Caryn and Sophia style..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excuse our singing.... we forgot to warm up our voices and this is acapella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(before you press play, you may want to scroll to the bottom of the page and press stop on the music player!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RZY9_fzG4lU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-4502845315245865437?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4502845315245865437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4502845315245865437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4502845315245865437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4502845315245865437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-bucky.html' title='Happy Birthday Bucky!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RZY9_fzG4lU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7402451777475326464</id><published>2012-02-04T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:18:55.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day just got a lil bit brighter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love these sweet moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JKrb9yTvbMQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aron would DIE if he knew this was now made public!! It was just to sweet to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-7402451777475326464?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7402451777475326464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7402451777475326464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7402451777475326464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7402451777475326464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-just-got-lil-bit-brighter.html' title='The day just got a lil bit brighter...'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JKrb9yTvbMQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4787062069312318449</id><published>2012-02-02T14:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:18:30.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Sunshiney Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this winter weather is just crazy (and I ain't complaining just saying!)! It is such a blessing for a momma who is at home with the babies (all day) and who is needing to get them out of the house!! Today, we are having another one of those bright sunshiney days! My children just don't even know what to do with themselves. Each day, I am making myself get out of the house. I am taking the kids on a walks, pulling them along in their wagon, blowing bubbles, or coloring with the sidewalk chalk! Heck, Brayden even ate grass for the first time and then went for the ever so healthy and appetizing rock! It is so nice to just be outside playing. I also am glad the kiddos are using some of that extra energy... this just guarantees a NAP is in their near future!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646120947445554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snz3QXvwtz8/Tyr5bChh7zI/AAAAAAAAD7o/o34xT8KPqRA/s400/prettyday2.jpg" /&gt;Yes, the nose scrape. It is back. She did that last year. Earlier this week she was looking in the mirror and noticed that she had an ever so light/ barely visible scar..... well, then she scrapped at the poor thing and now we have this! Geez!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704649967758443122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUecimIsCdY/Tyr869AvgnI/AAAAAAAAD9E/EuyAjMukNNw/s400/prettyday9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boy is a lil bit of a punk rocker!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704649960059726946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YhivOQcWyQ/Tyr86gVObGI/AAAAAAAAD88/ieX7kTaL5X8/s400/prettyday8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filthy! He just rolled around in the sidewalk chalk! A mess, I say! A mess!&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646278482384162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ4_u2_7Pqk/Tyr5kNYyVSI/AAAAAAAAD8g/YcqjsJ72JEg/s400/prettyday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646275666504050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEdTpTnI4bw/Tyr5kC5baXI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/n-2Jwge4tKA/s400/prettyday6.jpg" /&gt;With all of the time I was chasing Sophia, Brayden had some alone time with this box of cookies. He ate almost half of the box. This made for a happy boy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646129287219906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VjachmbFNqI/Tyr5bhl4ysI/AAAAAAAAD8M/FOjwlcqc0i4/s400/prettyday5.jpg" /&gt;Running! She loves to say, "look momma, I running!" Then I have to stop everything and watch and cheer. She is almost gazelle like. Track star.... I think so.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646132567590658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-tknPWMN4U/Tyr5btz_RwI/AAAAAAAAD78/dGEW8HAX3ro/s400/prettyday4.jpg" /&gt;More cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646128837375090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEmrJaWIvwg/Tyr5bf6otHI/AAAAAAAAD70/VXiyondAgZ0/s400/prettyday3.jpg" /&gt;Happy day with my best girl.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704646119677172914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qhCK_marOs/Tyr5a9yrHLI/AAAAAAAAD7c/Vma1UCXQ4z4/s400/prettyday1.jpg" /&gt;Love this time with my precious boy&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/344728100490957924-4787062069312318449?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4787062069312318449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4787062069312318449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4787062069312318449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4787062069312318449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/02/bright-sunshiney-day.html' title='Bright Sunshiney Day'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snz3QXvwtz8/Tyr5bChh7zI/AAAAAAAAD7o/o34xT8KPqRA/s72-c/prettyday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8541970537464427248</id><published>2012-01-31T20:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:04:16.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mommy Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend, that within the next month, will be a new mother. O, so many things to come for her during this time. The joys. The sweet smiles from your precious bundle. The coos. The poos.. Well, this girl friend, (we will call her Nellie), just posted the funniest article that I have seen in a while. It is on the site, The Stir, and it is from "Scary Mommy"! It is the 25 Best Mom Confessions of 2011! Go to it, will not regret it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestir.cafemom.com/"&gt;http://thestir.cafemom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then type in mommy confessions (in the search box), sorry the link would not work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After reading, laughing, and agreeing with a few of the confessions, I thought that I would write my own confessions! It is comforting to know that at least one other person out in the world shares in some of my "mommy stresses"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Sometimes, with 2 children, 2 and under, it is hard to find the time and the energy to make 3 healthy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home cooked&lt;/span&gt; meals and snacks too! A few times, I have fed my children Chick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fila&lt;/span&gt; breakfast (chicken &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt; with fruit cup), then gone to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; for lunch (this because I fear the window person at Chick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fila&lt;/span&gt; would be the same person and I do not want to be judged for feeding myself and children breakfast and lunch), stuff the fast food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paraphernalia&lt;/span&gt; in the trash (so husband will not see it), then tell Aron that I have had such a crazy hectic day that I say we should eat Subway (it's healthy) for dinner. (I know, I am the worst)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I hate cleaning the bathroom (this does not get done that often). In fact, if someone says that they are coming over, I sometimes just squeeze the Mr Clean gel in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;, wait a few minutes, then flush. Smells clean to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I am not a fan of answering the door when my husband is not home (even if it is a child doing a raffle sale or asking me to buy cookies). So, I look out the window and mouth and act out "BABY SLEEPING" then I make the "SHUSH" sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. On the 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month, I had a birthday party for my husband and my son. Just this morning I threw away the left over cake that has been sitting on a covered crystal cake plate. I actually forgot it was even sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen and only really did it because my sister in law came over a few days ago and made a comment (made me feel so gross).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I made chili 2 months ago, and it is still in the fridge. I always say, I am gonna throw that away next Monday when the garbage man comes, but I obviously forget. (it is so in the back, I never notice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. I have 9 shampoo conditioner and shampoo bottles in the shower. 6 of them are empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. I still have lingerie that I received for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bachelorhood&lt;/span&gt; party (over 5 years ago). It is like 8 sizes too small and some of it never worn. (I will not throw it away, hoping that I will someday loose weight and be able to wear it, and I also cannot throw it away because I hate to be a waster of such pretty stuff). Ridiculous, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I have not washed my hair since Friday. (notice I did not say Friday of which week. I cannot remember!) Just kidding. Last Friday. Or am I???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. During &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap times&lt;/span&gt;, I should be cleaning or doing some other wifely/ mommy duty, but I am more than likely watching old 90210 episodes or Twittering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. My carpets smell so yucky (I blame this on children, they spit up all over it for about 9/12 months while they crawl around then they spill their drinks and such on them for the rest of the time. Thus, I am a big sprayer of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Febreeze&lt;/span&gt;! I smile big time when other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; come over and say that my house smells so fresh and clean (I fear telling them it is all covered up with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Febreeze&lt;/span&gt; spray)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. I sometimes do not brush my teeth until Aron is due home. Never enough time in the day to do everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Being a stay at home mom is a tough job and sometimes very lonely. Thus the first name basis I am on with the trash man, the mail lady, and the laundry mat woman (she washed our comforter one time a month). I know their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; names as well, they are very friendly and have even shown me photos of those kiddos. I love proud parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. In the early days of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mommy hood&lt;/span&gt;, when I would nurse babies in the bed with me and then we would fall asleep together, they would spit up or I would leak everywhere. I would change them and clean them up, and me being too tired to change the sheets would just sleep on the edge of the bed or just lay a towel over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. If the husband is in the mood, and I too tired to function or even make out for that matter, I have said that I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; all day or even make the comment that I am getting ready to start my period and feel so bad. (This only works for about 2 days in a row, so you must come up with something better for an excuse on day 3.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. I cannot tell you the last time that I saw my girlfriends. When the time comes up for us to get together, I usually say I cannot come (just because I do not want to get dressed up, my sweats do not say....Girls Night Out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. I am on a first name basis with 1/2 of the nursing staff at our pediatrician (I am a crazy mother who thinks that my children always have the symptom of...... something crazy.) It is my own fault for checking with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WEBMD&lt;/span&gt; first (should never ever do that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. If I get a coke in a bottle, I can make it last over a few days. I leave it out and drink it even if it is flat. I hate to waste a good coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. If my teeth look a little crooked, I pop in my retainer that I had in high school. It still works. The next morning my teeth are straight! I do this after Aron goes to sleep (I would never let him see me like that)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. I have used the same make up sponge for like 5 months. It is so old and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grodey&lt;/span&gt; looking, but I just forget to get a new one at the store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. I do not always recycle. Just saying. (I am trying to get better since I have such green friends, they make me feel bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. After 2 children, I cannot run, skip, jump, dance, laugh, or sneeze without peeing in my pants. (So embarrassing when this happens at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart) I could be the youngest spokeswoman for Depends. Don't use them, but I should!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. If I ever think that I am pregnant, I will go to a nearby town to buy a pregnancy test. Seriously, I thought I was recently, and would have died if someone saw me with 2 little babies in the buggy (would have hated them to look at me and wonder if I have ever heard of birth control or think that I am an oversexed desperate housewife)! Test came out negative &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. I mostly listen to Christian music. The rest of the time I listen to Pink Floyd, Led &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zepplin&lt;/span&gt;, Hall and Oates, Def Leopard, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;, Bone Thugs n Harmony, and the list goes on and on! I know, right, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eclectic&lt;/span&gt; music selection, I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. For some reason, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I go to the store (for just one thing), I will also pick up the following items (chicken broth, baby wipes, apple juice, and a candy bar (I eat it in the car so no one will know)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. If I sometimes just burst out into old drill team routines (full out). I still got it, and my kids think that it is funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what you got? Please tell me that you have something too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please do not judge a momma, I am just trying to make it to another day. So happy in this season I am in, and I just thought that I could share some of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weency&lt;/span&gt; little things that make up this thing I call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommyhood&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mommy That is Just Trying to Keep it All Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8541970537464427248?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8541970537464427248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8541970537464427248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8541970537464427248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8541970537464427248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-mommy-confessions.html' title='My Mommy Confessions'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5585022842492783867</id><published>2012-01-27T13:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:17:00.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Door...2 Door.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cabinet painter is about to hit the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404510908711506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkCJ4bYHKjg/TyMCsKZMglI/AAAAAAAAD5w/cajOUv2mBZM/s400/paint1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't cha just love a list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. take doors off cabinets ad clean out cabinets: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. sand finish off of the cabinets and get very muscley in the process: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. prime cabinets, wait, prime, wait, prime, wait, prime: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. decide on a paint color for the base, color haze: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(little side note, paint was free thanks to a $25 gift card I found to Home Depot) WINNING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. get kids to lay down for a nap: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Paint cabinets (coat 1) while they nap!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404518115971170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwxyHa4q1kI/TyMCslPikGI/AAAAAAAAD6g/_6ql02A26Ls/s400/paint5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then while painting, I question the color at least 5 times! Obviously, I am over it since I proceeded to paint every inch of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here we go, almost ready to paint another coat (that is tomorrows work)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And.............Here's the cabinets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404515009544690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNtXQp6uJQM/TyMCsZq6QfI/AAAAAAAAD6I/0AGwrLTpy4w/s400/paint3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two Doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404517294023618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWosAh1pKgk/TyMCsiLko8I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/hh6xaAebIcs/s400/paint4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the rest!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702404510795310066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVyKUBQVq0k/TyMCsJ-KI_I/AAAAAAAAD6A/qGOSDTb8WB8/s400/paint2.JPG" /&gt;What a project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5585022842492783867?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5585022842492783867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5585022842492783867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5585022842492783867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5585022842492783867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-door2-door.html' title='1 Door...2 Door.....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkCJ4bYHKjg/TyMCsKZMglI/AAAAAAAAD5w/cajOUv2mBZM/s72-c/paint1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-724357813577367166</id><published>2012-01-25T21:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:42:21.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year of some livin', lovin', and playin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O my, how he's grown! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Brayden's 1 year check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776893620717522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9XfLLX_3cQ/TyDH4BzLB9I/AAAAAAAAD5U/GfRtAhK0T9s/s400/1styrappt4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't he look thrilled??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776887498623826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlMl1iOA-3s/TyDH3q_jS1I/AAAAAAAAD5M/bAuNl6g_nbA/s400/1styrappt3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-man had a birthday on December 29th! The year has flown by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, he weighs 22 lbs and is 31 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wearing size 5 diapers and 18 month size clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sports a size 4 shoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk about busy. He is an army crawler and walks with a walker toy assisting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has taken a few unassisted steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is working on being a climber (stresses me out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bray loves to dig in cabinets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a very good eater (loves bananas and yogurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not talking yet (says dadadadada), how could he ever get a word in with his big sis around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B takes a good nap (2-2 1/2 hours) and bedtime at 9 until 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776886011709810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJKTfceKDRA/TyDH3ldCyXI/AAAAAAAAD48/ZSNj6cuFscQ/s400/1styrappt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He adores his sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves to follow her around (although he is not a fan of her touching him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cries when I walk away (such a mommas boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to see Aron walk into a room (face lights up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden, you are such a sickly boy! (ear infection city!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changing your diaper is like wrestling with a gator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have just started sitting with sis in front of the tv (it captures your attention for a moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776881006592466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4P5MEp0zXgM/TyDH3SzuwdI/AAAAAAAAD40/v4xGShln9UU/s400/1styrappt.jpg" /&gt;You are such a lover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are such a thrower of toys (you got your daddy's pitching arm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ladies love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have captured my heart since the moment I saw you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew I could fall in love with a little bald man with only 8 teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701776895501346610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkmKlVgOWzA/TyDH4IzjJzI/AAAAAAAAD5g/cnnh8Ndzemo/s400/brayden1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You've come a long way baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot wait to see what is in store for your future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-724357813577367166?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/724357813577367166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=724357813577367166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/724357813577367166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/724357813577367166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-year-of-some-livin-lovin-and-playin.html' title='1 year of some livin&apos;, lovin&apos;, and playin&apos;'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9XfLLX_3cQ/TyDH4BzLB9I/AAAAAAAAD5U/GfRtAhK0T9s/s72-c/1styrappt4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-922421998974242109</id><published>2012-01-24T21:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:43:44.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  Is there something on my face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hypothetically....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what would you get if Cameron Diaz (circa Something About Mary, craycray hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407610839858786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhpmjWVp4m0/Tx94A8PRfmI/AAAAAAAAD3g/flIfWlm4UKs/s400/mary.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and a munchkin from the Lollipop Guild &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407614296375346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0km6fiMQSg/Tx94BJHXwDI/AAAAAAAAD3o/Mwcn_2HY56o/s400/lollipop_guild.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;had babies?? Hummmmm?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407612519079138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cAKLWkGnCh0/Tx94BCfoXOI/AAAAAAAAD38/w3kkAzTVutM/s400/messy4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ding. Ding. Ding. I think that we have a winner!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight at dinner, Brayden fed himself. Let me start by saying that he fed himself pretty well! This night he looks a wee bit cleaner than after a normal meal! Ha!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407624188225554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lhmb6RKA1B0/Tx94Bt9xaBI/AAAAAAAAD4M/c6_wCcqY3ig/s400/messy2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407741045658642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKxiqgHzMFs/Tx94IhSwVBI/AAAAAAAAD4o/KY04-ZHw_Cs/s400/messy5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407737111844418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcaMZH8An0M/Tx94ISo3FkI/AAAAAAAAD4c/9wWFXgVZICI/s400/messy3.JPG" /&gt;This was when I tried to start cleaning his face! He was so upset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701407621898204978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3tikJllDPc/Tx94BlbydzI/AAAAAAAAD4E/SGRmTqmZyT8/s400/messy1.JPG" /&gt;Even with food on his face, he is still the most precious lil man I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-922421998974242109?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/922421998974242109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=922421998974242109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/922421998974242109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/922421998974242109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-there-something-on-my-face.html' title='What?  Is there something on my face?'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhpmjWVp4m0/Tx94A8PRfmI/AAAAAAAAD3g/flIfWlm4UKs/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4222871015902134809</id><published>2012-01-23T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:21:33.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Caryn.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I am a germ-a-phobe!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right, I over night have become a girl that is obsessed with cleanliness and defeating bacteria!! (If I were a super hero I would be called Disenfecto Girl. I would wear black (beacause it is slimming) and maybe some red or pink. My weapon of destruction would be a bottle of bleach and hand sanitizer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame this new phobia on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700953580592909074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbsDPujlVGI/Tx3bE5w7SxI/AAAAAAAAD3U/C7Npso8ng2s/s400/contagion.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have yal seen this? Look at Gwyneth Paltrow in the bottom corner (girl is looking rough in this film yal)! If you have small children, I do not think that you should watch this movie, or if your husband is coughing up a storm while trying to watch the movie... this may be a film to skip, or if you are already thinking that everytime you and your children leave your home you come back to the house with some sorta infection.... better choose something else on OnDemand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yal... why did I watch this film?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It left me freaked out, grossed out, and a little icked out any time anyone in the house touched me! It did not help that we were still trying to get over some colds and coughs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously, after the movie, I got up and scrubbed counters and floors (not joking) with bleach!! I also did all of the laundry and hung up some pictures. I know the last two chores do not have anything to do with germs or Contagion, but I just felt so good about the clean stuff that I felt I needed to do the other things! Gotta love a show that encourages you to do something.... like wash your hands or clean your house! Hopefully, since our enviornment was spic and span for the moment, it will help us to all feel a bit better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So... how was your weekend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-4222871015902134809?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4222871015902134809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4222871015902134809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4222871015902134809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4222871015902134809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-my-name-is-caryn.html' title='Hello, my name is Caryn.....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbsDPujlVGI/Tx3bE5w7SxI/AAAAAAAAD3U/C7Npso8ng2s/s72-c/contagion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-754809384559532458</id><published>2012-01-20T13:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:36:49.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to my babies???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZwzpg7-Fhc/TxnPcw6QRXI/AAAAAAAAD3I/yoRXNUYXTrY/s1600/001granddaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get ready to grab a tissue, I have already sat and whined a lil bit about it today. I have come to the realization that my babies are not babies any longer. I have these two tiny people. People. Not babies! This was brought more to my attention as this happened.......&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806582269676994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYm0CSYfz6U/TxnH40CeDcI/AAAAAAAAD04/2JVI63EDjDY/s400/kidswk8.JPG" /&gt;I know, he walked. Brayden took his most precious first unassisted steps! After shreiking for joy (which scared him to death, causing him to fall), I got so sad (a lil weepy). He's gonna be a walker. Then I am going to be taking Sophia and Brayden to school. Then they will be asking to go and get their drivers license. Then they are going to try to date. Then they are going to graduate from high school. Then they will most hopefully attend the U of A. Then they will marry and leave me!!!!! Sorry, to be all boo-hoo-ish, but its a gonna happen. These days will be gone, only a memory for me and a picture in my virtual scrapbook. Maybe we should try for a baby brother or sister? Or maybe we should get a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806353555886626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiaEfOBuJgk/TxnHrgA2kiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/HcPbajiEz2I/s400/kidswk4.JPG" /&gt;A walker! Gosh! My little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onto the week wrap up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After conquering the sickness, we were able to get outside for a bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806871588456386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLA333aUC1A/TxnIJp1cR8I/AAAAAAAAD2A/QnHl8dEkrv4/s400/kidswk12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806866251803714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OII1fFcJh18/TxnIJV9FbEI/AAAAAAAAD1w/3_o79Ea0HI8/s400/kidswk13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806862139404162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eb1Ny0E2aKA/TxnIJGonL4I/AAAAAAAAD1o/2zitJPFfJE8/s400/kidswk14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806861874814866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU0O8jBVzFM/TxnIJFph35I/AAAAAAAAD1c/iqRlQyC_hBY/s400/kidswk11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806585598378146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvBD0b0-m5s/TxnH5AcGAKI/AAAAAAAAD1M/sd1sNQcW4lU/s400/kidswk10.JPG" /&gt;I pulled the kids around our block in the wagon (this was the longest 10 minutes of my life)! It made me realize that I am so out of shape and that pulling these children is no easy task! Gosh, what are these kids eating anyways!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the warm day outside, we spent the next few days inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey and Aunt Kitty, and their G-Daddy got the kids a slide! This has definitely helped to turn our home into the equivalent of a McDonald's playground! Toys, books, balls, a tunnel, and now a slide, these children have no need to leave the house for any entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806574194855586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjxoIPIUmCc/TxnH4V9SDqI/AAAAAAAAD0s/ipRWsfR3Ots/s400/kidswk7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806574327123202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j40HKZln5do/TxnH4Wc0TQI/AAAAAAAAD0g/mPlKmvjaWUI/s400/kidswk6.JPG" /&gt;It is so much fun! Thank you for the slide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806365105830258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjEe407SQ_Y/TxnHsLCkuXI/AAAAAAAAD0U/9C9l9IwmUwU/s400/kidswk5.JPG" /&gt;The kids have discovered this iron table with a glass top. I know, it sounds dangerous! Sophia loves to get underneath the table and then press her hands and face up against the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806581486783490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5A4Vw0vfnnE/TxnH4xH0DAI/AAAAAAAAD1A/-EoU6Jp6nVY/s400/kidswk9.JPG" /&gt;When she does this, I immediately think of one of my favorite movies....Sixteen Candles!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699807209999490626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_x5RmLlRVk/TxnIdWg63kI/AAAAAAAAD2w/lv_l32_VO4w/s400/jake3.jpg" /&gt;Do yal remember that part when Ted is put in the glass table at Jake's party!? So hilarious and so sad!! I do love that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699807201622228626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyPgF4TMHc0/TxnIc3Tn_pI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/0NQu8Bpt9Do/s400/jake1.jpg" /&gt;Jake Ryan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heart him so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would watch this movie over and over, and just thought that he was the cutest guy ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did yal feel the same way too?&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to school with a "Jake Ryan"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699807207645493410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaQqKRwpiR4/TxnIdNvruKI/AAAAAAAAD2k/_aOYR3cThWs/s400/jake2.jpg" /&gt;Be still my beating heart! Sweetest teen movie moment ev-er!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sooo had a "Jake" at my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would just think, "oh, if "Jake" would only notice me! Sigh..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventually, he did notice me for a summer and in college, and it turns out "Jake" was not so hot! Girls, he was way better in the movie!! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PTL, that I met Aron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the week wrap up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I thought that the illnesses were done. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806348687818786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9Ts-eF6at0/TxnHrN4NwCI/AAAAAAAADz0/9LOIWb3eoDI/s400/kidswk2.JPG" /&gt;We were back at the dr this morning! Ear infection! Boo hiss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sure does look happy and sweet though!&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806355430434306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0Y_k-Ih0OU/TxnHrm_x5gI/AAAAAAAADz8/4CfQ4pmVPgw/s400/kidswk3.JPG" /&gt;And the last photo of the post. My angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699806341526105858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCRzN4M0a58/TxnHqzMurwI/AAAAAAAADzk/2d-1jpTD3Rg/s400/kidswk1.JPG" /&gt;I know, there is no halo, but she is sporting this knit hat (that is too small, but she insists on wearing it)! Poor thing, it makes her look as if she is a Conehead (another classic movie)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gosh yal, she is just so wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that your weekend is filled with happiness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow we are celebrating my daddy's birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was on Wednesday, but tomorrow we shall feast on Blend of the Bayou and birthday cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-754809384559532458?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/754809384559532458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=754809384559532458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/754809384559532458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/754809384559532458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-happened-to-my-babies.html' title='What happened to my babies???'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYm0CSYfz6U/TxnH40CeDcI/AAAAAAAAD04/2JVI63EDjDY/s72-c/kidswk8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3706874862483952107</id><published>2012-01-19T12:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:49:50.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were to Marry a Rock Star.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that it would be Steven Tyler....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699412829468812674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXkW2skDAtE/TxhhxYjK5YI/AAAAAAAADzU/hSLbJCItQ-k/s400/steventyler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I know that it is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would you marry, if you were not with your significant other? Anyone? Would it be Josh Groban, Gavin Rossdale, Hootie?, Lionel Richie, one of those Backstreet Boys???? Any takers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, Aron and I watched American Idol. Did you happen to check it out? We have never gotten into the show, never sat down and watched a season. The show makes me feel bad for the people that tryout and believe with all of their heart that they are amazing singers, then they are told (you aint so hot). It breaks my heart. Some reason, Aron flipped it to A.I. and we watched the whole 2 hours! I am hooked, I know it is a little late to be getting into the show, but I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also rekindled my rocker crush on my above boyfriend, Steven! He is so oddly strange, he sometimes looks like he needs a bath and a cheeseburger, and I have always loved his music, but I find myself very into him. Yal, dont start praying for me or nothing, I am not going to leave my incredible husband and try to become a Tyler roadie/ groupie, just saying that the rocker is a wee bit dreamy for a 61 year old man that can really rock out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to go ahead and name the winner, Phillip Phillips. OMGoodness, yal he was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, do yal watch Idol? Is it a show of the past, or is it still cool to watch?&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/344728100490957924-3706874862483952107?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3706874862483952107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3706874862483952107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3706874862483952107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3706874862483952107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-were-to-marry-rock-star.html' title='If I Were to Marry a Rock Star.....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXkW2skDAtE/TxhhxYjK5YI/AAAAAAAADzU/hSLbJCItQ-k/s72-c/steventyler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-6023250391755461861</id><published>2012-01-18T16:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:40:36.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Wood Worker... continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabinet update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny thing about those cabinets. Ya see, they are the first thing that I am thinking of working on when I get up in the morning, they are the thing that I want to tackle during naptime, and those big ole cabinets are the thing that I want to mess with when the house is o so quiet at night time. Well, funny thing about those cabinets is my timing! When I wake up in the morning, my childrens "mommy radar" clicks to on and then it wakes them up (no cabinet work for the a.m.), then the ever so peaceful naptime that comes at around 2-4 (well, I am trying to get to those cabinets, but the laundry is stacked up so high that I am unable to get to them:(!!) Therefore, no cabinet attention is given during the day. The dark hours, when all who dwell in these walls during the day decide to rest (I have been sleeping too, way too tired to paint). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here is the update for the cabinets.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699100557817204130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TqFMketCVA/TxdFwx_szaI/AAAAAAAADy8/U7AgMcYbxMM/s400/cabinets22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7vxPLiGP84/TxdFwu7tBUI/AAAAAAAADy0/QqFiXsbV2f8/s1600/cabinets21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699100556995134786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M7vxPLiGP84/TxdFwu7tBUI/AAAAAAAADy0/QqFiXsbV2f8/s400/cabinets21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they still sit in my garage work area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Womp..... Womp......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, although I am wanting to work on my cabinets, they are the last thing to get my attention! Also, it is "that time of the month" You all should know what "time of the month" I am talking bout! The "time of the month" when all of the bills are paid!( Yes, we have the majority of our bills that are taken out, always in the same week (within a few days of one another). Therefore, my DIM project must wait until the next paycheck! GEEZ! Oh.... how I long for the day when we win the lotto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if Beyonce has a "time of the month"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-6023250391755461861?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/6023250391755461861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=6023250391755461861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6023250391755461861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6023250391755461861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-of-wood-worker-continued.html' title='The Life of a Wood Worker... continued'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TqFMketCVA/TxdFwx_szaI/AAAAAAAADy8/U7AgMcYbxMM/s72-c/cabinets22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-1891142778917506996</id><published>2012-01-18T15:57:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:19:32.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could We Be In This House Any Longer???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbduAu6LUUI/TxdA-vax9vI/AAAAAAAADyo/yfbc4gwwcMU/s1600/kiwi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it seems like me and the "Steve Urkel" children have been quarantined since about October! This is no joke, seriously, for-ev-er! We have passed colds, respiratory infections, stomach viruses, and a icky cough back and forth for months. When we woke up this morning, I kinda had a pep in my step, and I did not even have to wipe dried up snot off of any ones face this morning. So, I do believe that things are looking up for us, and I foresee big things for our future! We are gonna get outta this house! No more brown couch, no more Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, no more of this place... we are busting out! PTL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though we have been sickly for some time, we are still keeping up a happy spirit and a happy smile on our face. So, these pics are more for the family that has seen us very little lately! Get ready, we may be coming to your house tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095296237680514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgoRHkucuaI/TxdA-hFYt4I/AAAAAAAADyc/RZYqOx6EMZQ/s400/fun6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, our house looks like a toy store exploded! But Brayden looks pretty happy in all of the clutter! I really do think he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095156746210274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGbrrVrLLtg/TxdA2ZcBy-I/AAAAAAAADyE/li_LBQe3Wio/s400/fun4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;IPhone pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095154834006402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6ofrvlX_vc/TxdA2SUH4YI/AAAAAAAADxw/7_K7q5pjogA/s400/fun3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095149973927922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6BWuLmoCkgg/TxdA2ANY9_I/AAAAAAAADxo/nt5Rl9S-1x0/s400/fun2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699095150529955826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4GvnZIL34k/TxdA2CR9R_I/AAAAAAAADxg/j01db73II50/s400/fun1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you feel our excitement! This was me saying we are getting out today! Sophia was sooo very happy to get on clothes and go to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Day Yal, Big Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-1891142778917506996?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1891142778917506996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=1891142778917506996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1891142778917506996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1891142778917506996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/could-we-be-in-this-house-any-longer.html' title='Could We Be In This House Any Longer???'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgoRHkucuaI/TxdA-hFYt4I/AAAAAAAADyc/RZYqOx6EMZQ/s72-c/fun6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3788145096771903216</id><published>2012-01-17T13:55:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:21:13.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Callin' all you cowboys and cowgals!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, they look sweet and cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but alla yous need to be on thu lookout for Shooter Foresee and his Sundance Kid&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695252160977426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1i_TpmY8lo/TxXVI4xCmhI/AAAAAAAADr4/u7GE7ky4LP0/s400/cowboy20aronnbray.jpg" /&gt;This lil' buckaroo recently turned 32...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698693505781800514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-ssVtnBwac/TxXTjO_zHkI/AAAAAAAADoU/SFl6xuQXwIA/s400/aronwanted.jpg" /&gt;and our lil' cowboy on the run has just now turned the year of 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698693507004504162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lABBtaLVzqg/TxXTjTjUGGI/AAAAAAAADok/uzRTAjtxlAc/s400/braydenwanted.jpg" /&gt;Oh, what fun, o' the joy, of celebratin' a party with some good ole boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come dressed up in your boots n hats&lt;br /&gt;and please be wearin' your shirts with pearl snaps...&lt;br /&gt;We'll be havin' a rootin' tootin'&lt;br /&gt;shoot'em up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boot scootin'&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694248335049138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oH22osG7y2o/TxXUOdOSgbI/AAAAAAAADpQ/81LTFDJAmbw/s400/cowboy4family.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome to the Foresee Saloon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696563492843906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EX4Wqb9wQU8/TxXWVN268YI/AAAAAAAADv8/j72lkZZs3Xg/s400/cowboy52saloon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's right yal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called all the outlaws, sister in law, our pawpaw, and our brothers to come n celebrate with one anothers. They all came to say, "Howdy!" and I took a few pictures to show that the party wudn't quite that rowdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696555288055106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqzligmbFy0/TxXWUvSvzUI/AAAAAAAADvs/fgNo4-LR8g4/s400/cowboy51setup.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696710054784226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8un268pS7g/TxXWdv2ArOI/AAAAAAAADwU/06fvdwhHjxg/s400/cowboy54table.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696553765610386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rd2Dv1v-ac/TxXWUpnxI5I/AAAAAAAADvg/u1f77swCA7Q/s400/cowboy49sophnme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cowgirls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695239044328578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IdQTO79D5bE/TxXVIH5ybII/AAAAAAAADrs/cvMdrbKObpM/s400/cowboy19aronnkids.jpg" /&gt;Cowboy Aron and his babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696547998414466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tful1qc0vhc/TxXWUUIwtoI/AAAAAAAADvY/XG_qCOl4f60/s400/cowboy47dadkatie.JPG" /&gt;G-Daddy and his Cowgirl Kitty&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696550295748674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGssSZOpHyQ/TxXWUcsfQEI/AAAAAAAADvQ/4suI6FVbfW4/s400/cowboy46brosis.JPG" /&gt;Aron and LeAnne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696703592119410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05U940f6grE/TxXWdXxMPHI/AAAAAAAADwM/WinXqTAs4E8/s400/cowboy53cookie.JPG" /&gt;cowboy cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yal, my friend Robin made these! She is so amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allaboutthecookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://allaboutthecookies.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have a cookie cravin' Robin is your cookie maven! Look her up cause she's the best, her sweet treats are better than all the rest!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695971570103938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9f8GC-9pKU/TxXVywxitoI/AAAAAAAADuE/znvJJ3G-HBQ/s400/cowboy37braynhiscookie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Jason and Brayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696253571766610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjx4l4AsdEo/TxXWDLT-mVI/AAAAAAAADu4/m4zk0Zcym8Q/s400/cowboy43jasonbray2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696261910401474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2iD19sjnVk/TxXWDqYEEcI/AAAAAAAADvA/jPIm0QOaMoo/s400/cowboy44cake.JPG" /&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696250418364690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LX3WKBXeKOY/TxXWC_kJgRI/AAAAAAAADuc/IjDCnwILpG0/s400/cowboy40nicole.JPG" /&gt;Our sweet Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696250517327970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3GQNK35eyE/TxXWC_7vkGI/AAAAAAAADuU/TLeXfB3Fzi0/s400/cowboy39annaleesophia.JPG" /&gt;Annalee and Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698696252291256226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yt25PIPDtXU/TxXWDGirj6I/AAAAAAAADuk/nRZSWTYgnu0/s400/cowboy42jasonbray.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695964544977138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3lRtyexhz70/TxXVyWmnyPI/AAAAAAAADtw/vL4PihE0M2M/s400/cowboy34unclerichbray.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new sheriff in town, Uncle Richard got'em a Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695974872020962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asTPXjPRHvA/TxXVy9Ex9-I/AAAAAAAADt8/wI5bYIXPFIU/s400/cowboy35merbray.JPG" /&gt;Mercedees and Bray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695658605670434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXfJU1tBE4U/TxXVgi5AcCI/AAAAAAAADtM/m2U18MaTg0I/s400/cowboy31bray2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695651969112866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OroH7_oKlWA/TxXVgKKumyI/AAAAAAAADtA/3DKpzmRDINY/s400/cowboy30richmer1.JPG" /&gt;Couple a outlaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695636845398930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIjVdlyIeTc/TxXVfR09C5I/AAAAAAAADsc/IT3Mvl6elzg/s400/cowboy24aiden.jpg" /&gt;Could my nephew be any cuter??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695640870823330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pM12fXUCSPA/TxXVfg0sJaI/AAAAAAAADsk/Wz7QmymnYg8/s400/cowboy29aroncaryn.JPG" /&gt;I love my boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695256946172322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7xc9V4iulI/TxXVJKl64aI/AAAAAAAADsE/bjgfOgBT5ys/s400/cowboy21aronbraysweet.jpg" /&gt;Cowboy cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698695236534179810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mNMYn_ubR0M/TxXVH-jUl-I/AAAAAAAADrg/l8nIQ2zDd6w/s400/cowboy18braydencute.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694895803948146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0k_MpiH8EBk/TxXU0JO53HI/AAAAAAAADrQ/c03XfMdz95g/s400/cowboy17leanneryan.jpg" /&gt;Ryan and LeAnne&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694890187608178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZw-oFDdW78/TxXUz0T3UHI/AAAAAAAADrI/2DFWZC1_KjE/s400/cowboy14abram.jpg" /&gt;Really, nephews, could they be any cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694877136222146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YS4ieziHZVw/TxXUzDsK98I/AAAAAAAADrA/7d6kyMnLZxU/s400/cowboy13sophia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694871609457858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7J1RIFkBnM/TxXUyvGfPMI/AAAAAAAADqw/ddchDD0qhC8/s400/cowboy12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694865638236482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCktiqZRqII/TxXUyY21oUI/AAAAAAAADqk/8vYSkvaPC1I/s400/cowboy11me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tired cowgirl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694577943482050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdcu6-gokhM/TxXUhpHEDsI/AAAAAAAADqY/5aujfVsnsSM/s400/cowboy10dadnson.jpg" /&gt;This one is in disguise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694564077069666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OcVBFZDFEc/TxXUg1dDZWI/AAAAAAAADqA/xwOMmayyXVY/s400/cowboy8cousins.jpg" /&gt;my sister and nephew Abram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694557243473266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQbr4MFh-4/TxXUgb_y_XI/AAAAAAAADp0/QihU_oo5XXk/s400/cowboy7mommas.jpg" /&gt;Momma n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694551771203458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPT25OOcFgw/TxXUgHnGx4I/AAAAAAAADpo/B5UjiFGgfBw/s400/cowboy6couple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694256324248722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hesMzgw4Q4Y/TxXUO6_EBJI/AAAAAAAADpc/HtbNAuX_3rU/s400/cowboy5couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yal, I just love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694231532565186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKsJD59kGT8/TxXUNeoQ8sI/AAAAAAAADos/gG3TDRdZ8UA/s400/cowboy1mommynbray.jpg" /&gt;What a year this has been. My two best boys, my Aron and my Brayden. They both bring so much joy and happiness to my heart. How did I get so lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Aron and Brayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-3788145096771903216?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3788145096771903216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3788145096771903216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3788145096771903216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3788145096771903216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/callin-all-you-cowboys-and-cowgals.html' title='Callin&apos; all you cowboys and cowgals!!!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i1i_TpmY8lo/TxXVI4xCmhI/AAAAAAAADr4/u7GE7ky4LP0/s72-c/cowboy20aronnbray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3279984470809947704</id><published>2012-01-12T13:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:55:14.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off For Good Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, my DIM project should probably be done by now, but some things have come up! For instance, who knew it would take about six days to prime a couple a cabinets and their wall shelves and who knew that my hubby and I would be released from our daily duties as mommy and daddy (for only a day and a half) to go on a date (an overnight date)! I know, I know... we received time off for good behavior. We celebrated.....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829382103332002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBHIa3WHOSc/Tw80I9JG9KI/AAAAAAAADlg/8ZP7yisjdqQ/s400/cotton2.JPG" /&gt;while watching our Razorbacks play in the Cotton Bowl! Woo Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829393407269042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WebzzozWm8M/Tw80JnQLWLI/AAAAAAAADls/OJuuDVHEfM0/s400/cotton3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, let's take a minute and call those HOGS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOOOOOOO PIG SOOIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOOOOOOOO PIG SOOIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOOOOOOOO PIG SOOIE, RAZORBACKS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829397947363090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGMu3IaOzHE/Tw80J4KnrxI/AAAAAAAADl0/fY8_0c7b-Es/s400/cotton4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at him... he was like a little boy at Christmas! In fact, this was his Christmas present from Momma and Daddy. Aron is such a lover of all things RAZORBACKS. Big Fan! Always watching the sports on the news, reading the HOG page and other HOG blogs, reading any article published. He was just in HOG HEAVEN at the game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829893732489794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXlOXPVtV0E/Tw80mvHAWkI/AAAAAAAADnM/0E3XGFNThxk/s400/cotton11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Cowboy Stadium....um... ya been? Let me just say that place is kinda outta this world, beautiful sports dome! It reminded me of a Disney classic.......wait for it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829562695134274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnIlJxjEUt4/Tw80Td5jLEI/AAAAAAAADmQ/YrkrDPSwM04/s400/cotton6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829903040769522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBJNoXyCxKc/Tw80nRyRbfI/AAAAAAAADns/lutyPNTur6g/s400/flightofthenavigator.jpg" /&gt;FLIGHT OF THE NAVIGATOR!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do yal remember that show, I loved it and wanted to marry the boy who played the character, David. He got to ride in the alien space craft that took him into the future 8 years! The coolest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That movie even had a young actress, Sarah Jessica Parker. Who knew she would take over the screen in Sex in the City and other top movie hits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696830018511900338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVz1pi_yKiw/Tw80t_8vDrI/AAAAAAAADoI/MYkzujOoVqY/s400/flightofthenavigator2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, see the resemblance (space craft and the stadium)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829565197253682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8N-NAZusak/Tw80TnOGfDI/AAAAAAAADmY/Mwawxmth3Rw/s400/cotton7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829907854681730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYpl76nvNNk/Tw80njt_5oI/AAAAAAAADn8/DFPOphJTCBY/s400/flightofthenavigator1.jpg" /&gt;Well, it was such a fun time. One of my brothers and some friends met us down there. We had such a fun time tailgating, eating out, and experiencing my super amazing night driving skills (got us lost, close to a not safe area (if the area was a person he would be called Roughie McRougherson), and then ended up on something called a HOV lane going the wrong way. What an adventure.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829895648110482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B44SclLNGpk/Tw80m2PuZ5I/AAAAAAAADnY/C7wirUa3xgk/s400/cotton12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829564558651538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjAXHAiIHxk/Tw80Tk12MJI/AAAAAAAADms/PVSn2Q_EmXk/s400/cotton8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my brother, he was talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829576094303074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QBHqvOZ3CI/Tw80UP0KQ2I/AAAAAAAADnA/62ye_k9tUls/s400/cotton10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Sheena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829573338460674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjhJYp0-2x8/Tw80UFjHcgI/AAAAAAAADm0/AZCMkyyqdIo/s400/cotton9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boys with our friend Jeremy (Sheena's husband)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829380305526850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8h-UypP_0s/Tw80I2ceoEI/AAAAAAAADlU/KX-wg_0MYBY/s400/cotton1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheena, Nicole, and myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aron and I had some much needed "us time", seriously 5 hours there and 5 hours driving back. We were full of conversation (if you know Aron you are laughing, BIG TALKER he is NOT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829396546123442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVSKDmGtBYs/Tw80Jy8idrI/AAAAAAAADmE/fvYgROYJzi0/s400/cotton5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a much needed break, and I was able to not change a diaper, make a bottle, feed someone (nice). I came back refreshed and charged up (I think that this is so necessary to make you a better mommy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696829899517457826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GS1nqvZ2QvY/Tw80nEqP9aI/AAAAAAAADnk/I9RuBLcGutY/s400/cotton13.JPG" /&gt;(I think I looked so relaxed, look I even did my hair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to Honey and G-Daddy who kept their grandbabies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those two kids had a great time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after my time off, I have returned to my exciting DIM project of the wood working, 2 sick children, and now I am sick. Today is still a wonderful day, it is my man's 32nd birthday! I need to get offa the blog, and go whip up a cake! We are celebrating this weekend with our family (a duo birthday extravaganza for my two cowboys (Aron, 32 and Brayden, 1) Post to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love yal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caryn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-3279984470809947704?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3279984470809947704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3279984470809947704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3279984470809947704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3279984470809947704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-off-for-good-behavior.html' title='Time Off For Good Behavior'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBHIa3WHOSc/Tw80I9JG9KI/AAAAAAAADlg/8ZP7yisjdqQ/s72-c/cotton2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8061364704879036725</id><published>2012-01-08T14:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:10:19.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About those cabinets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, they are coming along. The past 2 days, I have sanded the shiny finish off of the wall unit that holds the cabinets and then the cabinet doors. When I thought I could sand no longer, I would pull out my sanding thingy ma-jig again and do some more. Then I would wipe the sand off and think that still looks a wee bit shiny to me, so I would sand some more yal! Holy geez, thus the life of a worker of the wood.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367393570743330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--37hzgDtvTk/TwoCeBcgZCI/AAAAAAAADk4/MAv8zuWU0uI/s400/cabinets27.JPG" /&gt;Cabinet doors after much sanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My workshop has now been moved to the o- so chilly garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367392779803426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHgFpsiH7Fw/TwoCd-f7myI/AAAAAAAADkw/4Cx5gSkIRrI/s400/cabinets26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still look kinda shiny huh. Gonna sand some more......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367248647125730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5oVrY2z7Gvw/TwoCVlkBeuI/AAAAAAAADkk/SwTdUgYmP90/s400/cabinets25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finished those, now to the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367243883137394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvCrgVOB8BI/TwoCVT0MyXI/AAAAAAAADkc/tcWdeELrpsU/s400/cabinets24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now to tape off so I don't get the primer on my gorgeous walls that are cream (this will be changed as soon as the cabinets are done (its on my list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367242415051330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zCJ6fcPZYM/TwoCVOWLkkI/AAAAAAAADkE/LuQE8j5qa84/s400/cabinets23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bada boom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367240663327810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QOfAPDADhs/TwoCVH0iZEI/AAAAAAAADj8/irmp3UEd9eg/s400/cabinets22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 coat down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how many this is gonna take (banking on 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367236902372530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6oYKzDPZ9dw/TwoCU5z2xLI/AAAAAAAADj0/FjfZvcp0Shw/s400/cabinets21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, for today, the work is done. Yes, I know, I have only done 1 coat of primer. Tell me about it, I know. For today, I must rest my hands and my arms (which are getting o- so buff, seriously, I am feeling the burn, I may start entering myself into arm wrestling matches or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695367396246821186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ5KofoGvTs/TwoCeLaiGUI/AAAAAAAADlM/3k5Bx4uKebk/s400/cabinets28.JPG" /&gt;I's the foreman, and I says when its quittin' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quittin' time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm with Big Sam yal!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8061364704879036725?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8061364704879036725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8061364704879036725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8061364704879036725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8061364704879036725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/about-those-cabinets.html' title='About those cabinets....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--37hzgDtvTk/TwoCeBcgZCI/AAAAAAAADk4/MAv8zuWU0uI/s72-c/cabinets27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4816993706761173694</id><published>2012-01-04T21:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:43:56.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya later sad looking plain jane cabinets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, lately I have been thinking that my sad sad plain jane cabinets need a pick me up. Well, since I have the husband, the two teeny tiny tots, and a dog, and multiple other things that could use my most undivided attention, I have decided that I need a project! This project will be done when the husband is not around, when those tots hit the sack, and the dog is catching some shut eye. I am going to re-do my cabinets!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693986868857002546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uzjhAZg__A/TwUa46H12jI/AAAAAAAADis/zcDqUg3oX64/s400/cabinets1.JPG" /&gt;(insert crazy laugh here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, there it is. This is the before picture. Before the cabinet door on the far left was attached but I got so excited that I took the door off and then thought (DING) I need a before picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here is the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I have the door off, and I thought and said to myself, "self, you don't have to go through with this, no one would know if you just put that plain jane sad door back on the cabinet frame, just put it back!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humm, so I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I took a break, that door removal was hard work (don't judge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, after the break, while taking a load of laundry out of the dryer, I did the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sanded a big line on the still hanging door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha! I must proceed with this DIM (DO IT MYSELF) project now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I don't then my cabinets will still look sad and now a wee bit raggity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On with the show....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693986873578283842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4qvbkFeOwM/TwUa5Lte40I/AAAAAAAADi4/GgivRrSERSA/s400/cabinets2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to my workshop. Yes, those are cabinet doors on the floor and covering the cabinet. They have just received a good scrubbing down with soap and water. Sounds silly, I know. But I have been researching how to do this and most people say that I need to clean/ wipe down the surface...so I'm doing it. I want this project to turn out looking fantastic, and if other "workers of the wood" are saying I should do a crazy dance backwards around the cabinets and then wipe down in order for them to look their best (then I'ma gonna put on my dancin' shoes, ya dig?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this is where I am at. It is 9:50p.m., my project is still on schedule (as if there is one)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693986876476095778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMKiHZXC7Mo/TwUa5WgX_SI/AAAAAAAADjE/DZuwDvD3qc8/s400/cabinets3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is the laundry room. No doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, thank you for coming on this journey. I honestly do not know how long we will be on the road to pretty cabinets, but I hope that you will stick around to see the final project. I am sure that there will be tears (I already sniffled a bit when I got a splinter earlier), I am sure that there will be laughs (I laughed earlier when I realized, HOLY MOLEY I am really gonna do this and have to finish this). I know I can do this! With the help of my Aunt Lauren (who is kind of like my Mr Miyagi, she is what the French call and ARE-TEEST (I know that is not French yal, just using some phonics for some of yous out there!) when it comes to anything painting, refinishing, turning something that is a total junker into something that is super fab and everyone on your street will wanna have it, Aunt LALA is yo' gal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, this is what the finish should look like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693995471784014066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOCBSvj5Xwo/TwUitqhecPI/AAAAAAAADjo/J3k64PUEvN4/s400/cabinets6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it just exquisite? It makes my heart jump up outta my chest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693995468046437826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ0Xsiy2Vmw/TwUitcmXjcI/AAAAAAAADjQ/96IQc1whWMc/s400/cabinets4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture quality.. boo, but in person I would die for these shelves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693995468515111314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJ1S4Nxnh8/TwUiteWG8ZI/AAAAAAAADjY/3v_Wk61yOJ0/s400/cabinets5.JPG" /&gt;L-O-V-E!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How long do we think? 1 week, a month, months? Hope not, because I would really like to do the entire kitchen. Shh... don't tell Aron! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So locals, if you see me around town, at the Lowes or something and my nails are looking ever so sad, I smell a bit like sweat and hard work, and I am covered in primer paint and sawdust with some babies, then you should totally check out my chiseled arms because you know they are gone be looking so good with all of the upper body strength I am gonna be using! HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to step 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.... WE SAND!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caryn&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/344728100490957924-4816993706761173694?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4816993706761173694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4816993706761173694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4816993706761173694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4816993706761173694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-ya-later-sad-looking-plain-jane.html' title='See ya later sad looking plain jane cabinets!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uzjhAZg__A/TwUa46H12jI/AAAAAAAADis/zcDqUg3oX64/s72-c/cabinets1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5409928562866640546</id><published>2012-01-03T14:47:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:12:56.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the most wonderful and unpredictable Christmas this year! The kids were so entertaining to watch as they opened up presents or played with boxes and paper. I cannot even imagine what next year will bring. We have really been talking to Sophia about Christmas (how this is Jesus' birthday, and since it is his birthday Santa brings us presents, I know not really the way it goes, but for a 2 year old she thought that this was the best birthday party ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;To start us off, lets back up a bit to Christmas eve. We spent that evening at my parents house. The house was decorated so beautifully, and they had prepared the most wonderful dinner. My parents were there, the brothers, and my sister. So fun to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momma and Aron on Christmas Eve, this was the only picture I took at the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518405775329986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzW-cCWqJPE/TwNw0xJjCsI/AAAAAAAADd0/C90Thv6Z97A/s400/x1.JPG" /&gt;at least it is a good picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to their house and I just knew that something was up with our lil' guy. Sure enough, during dinner I picked him up and he was burning up (as he wsa all day and I had been giving him Tylenol and IB Profin) well, I am holding him and saying that maybe we should take him to the hospital, and he threw up all over me and himself. So sad..... and off we went to the ER. What a happening place to be in on Christmas eve. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518418205724050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5I551eHLWYk/TwNw1fdLzZI/AAAAAAAADeU/FfaRSqQq-bI/s400/x4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518407496598354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XM9C0EorIQM/TwNw03j7g1I/AAAAAAAADeE/R6LFLvEyiu0/s400/x2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed for a few hours. They did not diagnosis Bray with anything. He had a fever of 102 point something, then after an hour it increased! Geez, whata mess! Two hours later it dropped a bit to 101 and we were able to go home (Santa would not have known what to do if we stayed at the hospital!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518417553901538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSa2OTvdSo4/TwNw1dBxx-I/AAAAAAAADeM/ljY35DaFENo/s400/x3.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, 1115ish we went to pick up Sophia from my parents. They kept her entertained by letting her open up about 4 or 5 Christmas Eve presents! The child was so pumped up and definitely had figured out the unwrapping bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we got the kids home and in bed.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693519797165269794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXIaDcUqq-Y/TwNyFwewoyI/AAAAAAAADfM/e2SNDFF0QZY/s400/x8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693519794278080546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Da2kdJeZ9Gs/TwNyFluZoCI/AAAAAAAADew/vDg6B0k7EjY/s400/x6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aron and I went to bed 130 or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden cried about sometime after that and I just loved on him and watched him and his daddy sleep. And sleep. And Sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693519793433182306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zR8Wj8BGgok/TwNyFik9gGI/AAAAAAAADe4/QyEoet-sipM/s400/x7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez people...it is Christmas.... why do all three of my peeps wanna sleep until 8 on Christmas morning (this would never take place any other day! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518421501575650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fa3ED8TP9T4/TwNw1ru-geI/AAAAAAAADeg/E5L17S3xupU/s400/x5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, they wake! Here is the video (only the first few minutes, taken from my phone so it is poor quality, but it is precious because it is my babies on Christmas. Such a sweet memory for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_F_q20dlCJg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520595672557906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJeuJuSTtuw/TwNy0PJu6VI/AAAAAAAADhk/4h3DXA2bfwA/s400/x21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520608666639954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWvzfCRujdA/TwNy0_jw3lI/AAAAAAAADiQ/HIA5PI2kDrc/s400/x25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520336834144610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8JFyYyoRaY/TwNylK52KWI/AAAAAAAADhA/hjlZlmrUPt4/s400/x18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520599714916290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak0uMjo237I/TwNy0eNgZ8I/AAAAAAAADh8/5MRilbNrouM/s400/x23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520593744469138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZR5k8_nrYI/TwNy0H-CnJI/AAAAAAAADhw/-M2iY_GHtHg/s400/x22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520338695193842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t45cvHhJxEs/TwNylR1jhPI/AAAAAAAADhU/UPeBDFdS1Mw/s400/x20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520063962644658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0jAJsCZsBJA/TwNyVSYNgLI/AAAAAAAADfs/p1Q7EEmJ6aI/s400/x11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520327300334994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkQVkmomjx4/TwNyknYzxZI/AAAAAAAADgo/nZbGu_0GD60/s400/x16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693519803833541842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpktbhXDN8Q/TwNyGJUmZNI/AAAAAAAADfU/KhFWGzMt6oY/s400/x9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520077215836050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmvPhNX9nHs/TwNyWDwBJ5I/AAAAAAAADgQ/tDSG-8dTW8c/s400/x14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520063982450930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQtzE2F01EQ/TwNyVSc7uPI/AAAAAAAADgI/ZsFErSGI62U/s400/x13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520076517877330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMgCkiPp-sQ/TwNyWBJnJlI/AAAAAAAADgY/mpZkvnyYa2o/s400/x15.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took such a long time for the unwrapping of gifts. Sophia wanted everything opened, from the box (that takes about 20 minutes, have you seen the packaging that Santa's elves do on toys these days! Holy Moley! Then she would play with it for a few. Then we would tell her, there is something else to open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693519808746869938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmQS8skJtFA/TwNyGboB1LI/AAAAAAAADfc/5AXSPBy83PU/s400/x10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520064128261218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alphFjPAmuk/TwNyVS_snGI/AAAAAAAADf0/IjZlt-QXkJQ/s400/x12.JPG" /&gt;Her big things that she received were a Tinkerbell doll/ Barbie, Lil Mermaid that you can brush her hair and she talks you can also put her in the bath tub (her uncle Jason got her one of these too, so they are sisters and she loves them!), she got a red headed Cabbage Patch Kid, a baby pram (stroller), Mrs Potatoe Head, Brayden got a Lil People Jeep and Zoo (from Honey and Gdaddy), Lil People tractor and farmer, a little Thomas Train, Woody the talking doll, fun bath toys from Uncle Richard, Bibles from their great grandparents, Lil people zoo animals and Dora dress up from Their Aunt LeAnne and Uncle Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520339284722930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYPEsdT3gdw/TwNylUCHBPI/AAAAAAAADhI/ouPbQ5qZ55Q/s400/x19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, I would say they were over the moon about their gifts. They have been very good this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all of that we spent the rest of the day at momma and daddys house! I took no pictures (I think I was mentally drained from the night before) My momma has pictures so I will be stealing hers soon and there will be a super late Christmas post from her house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520603207945010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnslabMrb1Q/TwNy0rOTyzI/AAAAAAAADiI/7UiTl4B45jk/s400/x24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520716054937810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R4OC7PSIF8/TwNy7PnIQNI/AAAAAAAADig/F72o11i7LQs/s400/x26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What an amazing time we had celebrating Christmas this year, I cannot imagine what is in store for years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5409928562866640546?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5409928562866640546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5409928562866640546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5409928562866640546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5409928562866640546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzW-cCWqJPE/TwNw0xJjCsI/AAAAAAAADd0/C90Thv6Z97A/s72-c/x1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3592213062910501077</id><published>2012-01-02T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:00:04.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Sweater Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the holidays, we hosted an ugly Christmas sweater party! I have always wanted to go to one of these, so, I just decided to have some friends and family over and check out their ugly gear. Well, lets just say... some guests really pulled out all of the stops and were dressed to thrill me with their Christmas get ups, others were dressed to kill (seriously, they looked way too pretty to be attending the party!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, here they are... my festive friends.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692794552346395026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmtuFO1mfBc/TwDee8_iwZI/AAAAAAAADdI/cI1OOlFQ0JQ/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;minus momma and Uncle David, they were working the camera &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: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793307143789282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xgKGIxuhqY/TwDdWeQG2uI/AAAAAAAADYI/p_Xa7Y-2N8A/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristin (his wife---&amp;gt;), me, Chris (&amp;lt;--her husband), Brooke, Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692794540610937170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odB83Hfe7JU/TwDeeRRl4VI/AAAAAAAADdA/gbNa3ANAnEY/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy and Brayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692794238715980738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfnSTIQxP_0/TwDeMsoOa8I/AAAAAAAADck/rAVyDgqW5Zc/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanner holding his new toolbox that was won while playing the Dirty Santa Game&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_5692794233206662274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QkB55vqdo8/TwDeMYGs5II/AAAAAAAADcc/G6bxHPBZlxU/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katie reading to Oliver&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_5692794216755857682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcuU5HRxlJI/TwDeLa0hiRI/AAAAAAAADcA/28s9hxkjJ7w/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason and Owen opening presents&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: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692794218886764866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rp5Ae-2xSfg/TwDeLiwkmUI/AAAAAAAADcU/atc9UPd87T0/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy and Sheena&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_5692794212523013378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--iBRD1jN85E/TwDeLLDVdQI/AAAAAAAADb4/MTsLPzHQZLo/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brooke telling us how to play the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could she be any prettier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793983203951858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO2xuSCra6E/TwDd90xaRPI/AAAAAAAADbs/wAgT6_3cruI/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leah holding my baby.&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_5692794540352903586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGl6d26PcfU/TwDeeQUEmaI/AAAAAAAADc0/6kJFJr8xf2o/s400/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris with the Kiesel boys&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: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793969283657170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0sPvQTQrVw/TwDd9A6jbdI/AAAAAAAADbg/_N3IJyjPItM/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden is bigger than Leah!&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_5692793962495233778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a989hYtKaoQ/TwDd8noETvI/AAAAAAAADbU/XTaOkzSz3Vg/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sweet shirt Dad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793954550324434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWFkKWf4wE/TwDd8KB2nNI/AAAAAAAADa8/EUwn8rIS2b0/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793737170249346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1z9ANLGk0E/TwDdvgOZ5oI/AAAAAAAADas/JEmqH6PweDI/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793734540216530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8_38N6_hWM/TwDdvWbWyNI/AAAAAAAADak/O2Q7Qqiii8g/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason (my brother), Tanner, and Ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If prizes were given for best Christmas get up, it would have been Tanner and Ashley! Tanner's collar was fur yal, and his sweater beaded. Ashley was in head to toe Christmas garb, it was amazing, and I do think some of it looked to be velour. They made me smile&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: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793720540945698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJHwOZhfNIE/TwDduiRq3SI/AAAAAAAADaY/eqcnEswNZUU/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momma and Brayden&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: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793719234553922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q8RyWUwpvg/TwDdudaM6EI/AAAAAAAADaI/4AEdAZD3kNM/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Richard and Jason with Uncle David (we are trying to get him to move here!!)&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: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793717033592546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYNP_Kc8tTk/TwDduVNc5uI/AAAAAAAADaA/X5MNs6l14gs/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793528446642626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhWZTmgKNP8/TwDdjWq0acI/AAAAAAAADZ0/iPr0H4FWijY/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheena, Nicole, Paige&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: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793530110045618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VftnUppl40/TwDdjc3Z7bI/AAAAAAAADZk/2FMABpW0xv8/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and Aron&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: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793515583270018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Xfn0eR0lU/TwDdimv87II/AAAAAAAADZc/b3-TYLyyk3A/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle David with his niece and nephew&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: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793515869869314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S56ClYrVQ2Q/TwDdin0SFQI/AAAAAAAADZM/pv4Ib99D5QM/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lil sister, Sophia, and me&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: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793513167160786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8upn3RrXao/TwDdidv6BdI/AAAAAAAADZE/BKFtlAYiWmA/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Kitty and her Sophia&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_5692793330702768690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLEQTRx00l0/TwDdX2BAWjI/AAAAAAAADY0/6WeDDQUuubY/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full house of friends&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_5692793327254211682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_6UwfFkhuc/TwDdXpKzjGI/AAAAAAAADYs/vLJRtt3HcUg/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristin, Caryn, Erin&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_5692793309657755714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-0XW3loScM/TwDdWnne8EI/AAAAAAAADYg/s-yq-1-_r1o/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full house yal!&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_5692793305072678786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbHPWCsZGSQ/TwDdWWiUN4I/AAAAAAAADYQ/zVHQQKWVh9I/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793084486334834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0ShlCj-sc/TwDdJgybuXI/AAAAAAAADXw/jtlmnO5-lqo/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister&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_5692793082708528210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNKBX4m0Ojk/TwDdJaKkjFI/AAAAAAAADXg/1M5nqeqiFvg/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby&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: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692793078925591954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpuyLSh-ybE/TwDdJMEphZI/AAAAAAAADXQ/bU7zJ9HFj9s/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Ugly Sweater Party was a hit! Cannot wait until next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-3592213062910501077?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3592213062910501077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3592213062910501077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3592213062910501077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3592213062910501077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/ugly-sweater-party.html' title='Ugly Sweater Party'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmtuFO1mfBc/TwDee8_iwZI/AAAAAAAADdI/cI1OOlFQ0JQ/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8724922152140352535</id><published>2012-01-01T14:45:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:49:07.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long ago, I met a boy. &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: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769336597774738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3qPF06ZwKo/TwDHjNAlgZI/AAAAAAAADTA/Re0_hw8DSLM/s400/parksxmas30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This boy had a sister.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(see photograph)&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: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769363074700322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61Mtw9ytHDQ/TwDHkvpLVCI/AAAAAAAADTk/k3Msuy9g8HM/s400/parksxmas27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she pretty? I heart her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That boy, with the sister.... well, she had a family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(see picture)&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: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769715986117058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEA1rWWN5mc/TwDH5SV0McI/AAAAAAAADTw/xYakn-wuCSA/s400/parksxmas26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy introduces me to fun, sweet, cute, loving family. I (the girl) totally fell in love with the family and knew instantly that I wanted to be a part of it. (Even though, the first time I met them, they fed me dinner and I drank some of their wine to fit in (even though I did not like it) and within a few minutes of eatin' and havin' the wine (that coulda been poisioned) I rushed out of their house and lost it in their yard! But this is a Christmas post, so whatever, I knew I wanted to be part of this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... on with the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That boy.... he went home that night, and thought.... and thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692770408443015042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBP201Y7N_c/TwDIhl8Z74I/AAAAAAAADWA/1ggrATTuJmk/s400/parksxmas17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thought some more.... then some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thought, one day, I will marry this girl! I just have to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will I get her????&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: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769345845382002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7z0bo7bz6Q/TwDHjvdYy3I/AAAAAAAADTM/7GKHOuRs1CA/s400/parksxmas29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.... sorry guys. This is a family blog! Haha!&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: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769736938098194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUMPgCOStro/TwDH6gZKDhI/AAAAAAAADUI/hZBzGmkugUU/s400/parksxmas24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, he got me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a few years, and a few children, we have now had a few Christmas'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that happy family in the picture above.... well, something happened to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(see picture)&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: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769742497336962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sRbRX_8z8k/TwDH61GlToI/AAAAAAAADUU/6cnur1-vV1A/s400/parksxmas23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have all gone a lil' crazy!! But hey, they are my family, and ya gotta love yo' peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta lov um!&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: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769746159192130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlVal_KlrRs/TwDH7CvoyEI/AAAAAAAADUg/7tyOSkEBxXg/s400/parksxmas22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess Sophia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692770418906318722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_7my7MQ75I/TwDIiM7DR4I/AAAAAAAADWY/Gjo-sS2Amb4/s400/parksxmas15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692770413479418930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iM4VlTGIx1o/TwDIh4tLXDI/AAAAAAAADWI/5m5SckmtWaQ/s400/parksxmas16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The princess is crowning her successor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692770393744201810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4DMQGk5QSc/TwDIgvL72FI/AAAAAAAADVo/IFqz1pThN2o/s400/parksxmas18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and his boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692770106533411138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCAQF2g9Fo8/TwDIQBPi-UI/AAAAAAAADVc/uHLAxinsaik/s400/parksxmas19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia telling me about Bar-b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692770093930587554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogxJm1cBTUU/TwDIPSSzJaI/AAAAAAAADVQ/IIt_ZOPPVqc/s400/parksxmas20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a proud Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769358206594370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxWqifW36To/TwDHkdgh7UI/AAAAAAAADTY/rrsTVMelNMU/s400/parksxmas28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My B.I.L and my S.I.L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769330828791794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQIUjANjJPg/TwDHi3hJz_I/AAAAAAAADS0/UNNLcB2hYYQ/s400/parksxmas31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sista and my nephew&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: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692769720773800034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfKji65YLcA/TwDH5kLScGI/AAAAAAAADT8/Cd9RlGKNKjo/s400/parksxmas25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annalee talking to Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768481359278258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VUE2vsE5TE/TwDGxa_1sLI/AAAAAAAADRs/QoAGq4-OK8o/s400/parksxmas14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768477760169890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wia-p5ysxV0/TwDGxNlvp6I/AAAAAAAADRg/qrPdxB1TM5s/s400/parksxmas13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768462852945634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaxUdlAU0_U/TwDGwWDlduI/AAAAAAAADRU/oPN1vLxfweI/s400/parksxmas12.jpg" /&gt; Sophia taking my new cooking utensils!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annalee showing of her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768452874214082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F94Gj82CySM/TwDGvw4eGsI/AAAAAAAADRI/Pg882Ue0qsQ/s400/parksxmas11.jpg" /&gt;Me and my babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768451086683298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKE5jHd66fU/TwDGvqOSjKI/AAAAAAAADQ8/xAnPCoSaEEc/s400/parksxmas10.jpg" /&gt;I love that man&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768205136611394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSbhkGlXnls/TwDGhV_OSEI/AAAAAAAADQw/bhGIaVXcZAA/s400/parksxmas9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768203430308546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzNq1iyhG2o/TwDGhPoaKsI/AAAAAAAADQk/pNShvDlzyHM/s400/parksxmas8.jpg" /&gt;Yes, we were singing Christmas carols and my sis and niece are dancing as if they were on Solid Gold. Seriously yal, bustin a move .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768189086313170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aSwzdtuSvA/TwDGgaMiKtI/AAAAAAAADQM/AHIRaFdCXtw/s400/parksxmas6.jpg" /&gt; Singing Jingle Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692768182568601746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGWadoIyj3o/TwDGgB6lyJI/AAAAAAAADQA/Zv0TfInEWKo/s400/parksxmas5.jpg" /&gt;Singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692767925764117042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzHdAdd3K9E/TwDGRFPoUjI/AAAAAAAADP0/mMpQBDvIhFc/s400/parksxmas4.jpg" /&gt;Me and my baby sister She is 13, and I am 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692767914802427442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYrc9O9GnlI/TwDGQcaKNjI/AAAAAAAADPs/OPNykF4AbHM/s400/parksxmas3.jpg" /&gt;Still dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692767910710456978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUa-zrvihfs/TwDGQNKjspI/AAAAAAAADPY/bAW9SIFZLMM/s400/parksxmas2.jpg" /&gt; Yes, there were guitars being played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692767901829504802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cby6WYZltcw/TwDGPsFLHyI/AAAAAAAADPQ/NK1gtNFJ0AY/s400/parksxmas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692767898512943650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ptd1v3sCNDc/TwDGPfucaiI/AAAAAAAADPE/HFtq2T6E5r8/s400/parks27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692773109770672530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCeogvJCTYk/TwDK-1LG2ZI/AAAAAAAADWk/KW1u8uoIYTo/s400/parksxmas21.jpg" /&gt;I am so glad to be a part of this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foresee Parks Christmas 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8724922152140352535?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8724922152140352535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8724922152140352535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8724922152140352535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8724922152140352535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-with-fam.html' title='Christmas with the fam'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3qPF06ZwKo/TwDHjNAlgZI/AAAAAAAADTA/Re0_hw8DSLM/s72-c/parksxmas30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8670625748312823625</id><published>2012-01-01T07:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T08:02:45.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December, it seems like it was just yesterday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it was! Oh, how I am already missing that fun December that we had. It was jam packed with play time, friends, potty training (fail), naps, play time, eating, just plain fun! With two little ones it was for sure busy. This post is full of pics from our fun month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657047083039458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-OgxN8LAT8/TwBhbF-COuI/AAAAAAAADN0/FtMwIdKPWe8/s400/XMASBK15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had mucho together time! (for those of you that do not know Spanish, that is a lot!) Brayden and Sophia are getting better at playing, it is not a lot of him just being pushed over and Sophia jumping on top of him (although, that is what the photograph looks like). These two are for sure the two best friends that anyone could ever have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657637037419314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZbrHJ-2bfM/TwBh9buHqzI/AAAAAAAADO4/fz4aQNjPAXs/s400/XMASBK21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hung out with our daddy and watched sports. Geez, are the winter months just major prime time for football? It seems like that is the only thing that is on the tube lately, someone playin the game or a person talking about the game.....yawn! Lil Man and his Big Man have enjoyed this time together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657496465038434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIpx2GhGjLU/TwBh1QDDXGI/AAAAAAAADOo/9wIqnA1pbSk/s400/XMASBK20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all of that t.v. time and eating, sometimes we would just pass out on the floor and nap. Isn't this what everyone does. Totally normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657494130908866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_exb8PS6Fg/TwBh1HWjXsI/AAAAAAAADOg/8-yIJUtDk9Q/s400/XMASBK19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this house, we play a lot of Pincess (or Princess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657481834556226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCnCmkITv2w/TwBh0Zi360I/AAAAAAAADOU/qQSdhP94dDw/s400/XMASBK18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we nap again. We are definitely careful to not over exert ourselves!! Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657479154503106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W998k-Spwt4/TwBh0Pj5jcI/AAAAAAAADOE/-3aPPh6YP5g/s400/XMASBK17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talk about stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657475861254994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NBtVPMKpHSs/TwBh0DSuk1I/AAAAAAAADN8/iN8Z3Y213hg/s400/XMASBK16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We smile!! Sophia is such a happy girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656169643957746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IK0eYx4I1f8/TwBgoBQQXfI/AAAAAAAADLQ/EHpb0qRNHJM/s400/XMASBK2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did not get out that much, it was way too cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656175574609250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMpziScvnj4/TwBgoXWO7WI/AAAAAAAADLc/ra0pjk4nXxE/s400/XMASBK3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For real, freezing here! No snow, just cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657043511235794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UoZEVgATt4/TwBha4qc1NI/AAAAAAAADNk/LVsTAMxcGHU/s400/XMASBK14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would dress up like an elf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657035947735170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw1R1aUsvXM/TwBhacfK-II/AAAAAAAADNY/tzp5p85zs4c/s400/XMASBK13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then take that nap again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657030817684802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-189pCXxj0NY/TwBhaJYEnUI/AAAAAAAADNA/YadAH-pW_T0/s400/XMASBK11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We munched on delicious treats.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692657031391684194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcaa4Pnaa1Y/TwBhaLg7JmI/AAAAAAAADNI/g7d3AlBHTmU/s400/XMASBK12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was the face when I said, "no more treats!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656632872137410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7p9ZynrghI/TwBhC-6dcsI/AAAAAAAADMw/ryzqCh2vQ68/s400/XMASBK10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey would stop and visit with us!&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: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656614505713986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtXqMQ7900I/TwBhB6fkEUI/AAAAAAAADMM/iaTj5sBy2ko/s400/XMASBK7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia was put into time out for whackin her brother. She walked to the T.O. spot and sat down cryin' and a sqwalin' (if you have a toddler in t.o. you know the drill). Well, would just look and laugh, thinking this was a joke! Finally, he just went to t.o. with her. Too cute!&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656622826861474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eui115rJOs/TwBhCZfes6I/AAAAAAAADMo/HSwUjD7cDR4/s400/XMASBK9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, the two best friends that anyone could ever have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656617065360338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSvabYoVgy4/TwBhCEB1K9I/AAAAAAAADMY/V8-bRMlY8P8/s400/XMASBK8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We tried out the potty training thing. We were excited about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656612106808434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmk_BqkSG4I/TwBhBxjnrHI/AAAAAAAADME/vkXepC_ndi0/s400/XMASBK6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Sophia telling her daddy all about it, wearing her big girl panties on top of her clothes. It lasted a day yal! Total fail!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656191354453250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhWHhp4CQpw/TwBgpSIcPQI/AAAAAAAADL4/odSDijUxoEE/s400/XMASBK5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture of the day we started the training and the moment that we ended the training!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656180421107186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyUxnt9bfTg/TwBgopZunfI/AAAAAAAADLs/FWflUdAMS6k/s400/XMASBK4.JPG" /&gt; We will forever wear diapers:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692656167510074818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukBsEkuwLus/TwBgn5Tf5cI/AAAAAAAADLI/Tkhab93Jkyo/s400/XMASBK1.JPG" /&gt; We have started a Good Girl Chart, which has helped with some behavior stuff. Girlfriend loves to get a sticker, and sometimes saying she will be rewarded with one helps to get things done (and I really like to make a chart, so whatever)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How was your December? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&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/344728100490957924-8670625748312823625?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8670625748312823625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8670625748312823625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8670625748312823625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8670625748312823625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2012/01/december-it-seems-like-it-was-just.html' title='December, it seems like it was just yesterday....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-OgxN8LAT8/TwBhbF-COuI/AAAAAAAADN0/FtMwIdKPWe8/s72-c/XMASBK15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3229078923406703902</id><published>2011-12-20T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:05:00.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoodle-ay-hee-hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAAKe764YjY/Tu0TspCC8fI/AAAAAAAADK8/vKaJ_LyHKSM/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687223562088411634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAAKe764YjY/Tu0TspCC8fI/AAAAAAAADK8/vKaJ_LyHKSM/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia has a new favorite girl! Jessie from Toy Story. I love this character, she is too sweet and has red hair (reminds me of a precious tot!!)! The other day Sophia and cow girl Jessie were playing in her room.... well, the paparazzi (a.k.a. MOMMA, me) was snapping the most pics ever! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687223299398583042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vBIWIVus6w/Tu0TdWb6QwI/AAAAAAAADKI/cdrvo7xb-HE/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;Sophia and Jessie on the horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687223317510209634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awkAbNIeDR4/Tu0TeZ6DwGI/AAAAAAAADKw/1OVyXxO8JcU/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687223313763672754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rzqa0cj7PoY/Tu0TeL80IrI/AAAAAAAADKk/Rd74XHxnSoE/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly Face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687223298345258786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJXOaiOHEBo/Tu0TdSgxzyI/AAAAAAAADKY/DTQRUdqaHE4/s400/003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't she look like she has been out riding a horse all day! That mane of hair, geez it's a mess! She is not really a fan of the brush! She is still a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687223297633468514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Auj2jMvsGw0/Tu0TdP3EwGI/AAAAAAAADKA/hWeNFp0nSZk/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really do love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-3229078923406703902?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3229078923406703902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3229078923406703902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3229078923406703902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3229078923406703902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/yoodle-ay-hee-hoo.html' title='Yoodle-ay-hee-hoo!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAAKe764YjY/Tu0TspCC8fI/AAAAAAAADK8/vKaJ_LyHKSM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-1762223189323029070</id><published>2011-12-19T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:00:07.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Santa Claus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week we went to see Santa Claus. Well, the adventure turned into a moment for a family portrait, all to avoid a near meltdown!!&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;Happy Christmas from the Foresee family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQSqszlh6ag/Tu0QlfoX7yI/AAAAAAAADJw/oKKBGqZcwjI/s1600/santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687220140770848546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQSqszlh6ag/Tu0QlfoX7yI/AAAAAAAADJw/oKKBGqZcwjI/s400/santa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since lil' red would not sit with Santa, we did get Brayden's picture with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden's first Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQqkACaB98I/Tu0QlCDbihI/AAAAAAAADJo/ecj-Zj-FGS8/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687220132831267346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQqkACaB98I/Tu0QlCDbihI/AAAAAAAADJo/ecj-Zj-FGS8/s400/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L-O-V-E IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-1762223189323029070?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1762223189323029070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=1762223189323029070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1762223189323029070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1762223189323029070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/visit-with-santa-claus.html' title='Visit with Santa Claus..'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQSqszlh6ag/Tu0QlfoX7yI/AAAAAAAADJw/oKKBGqZcwjI/s72-c/santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-1457109969501125036</id><published>2011-12-19T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:33:26.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foresee Family Singers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right yal, the Foresee Family Singers have our first song. Turn your volume to low, as my singing is super loud and off key! Singing is my favorite! The video quality is not so fantastic and you may have to turn your head to the side to watch- HA!! If you make it to the end of the song, you will see how Brayden ends the song (everytime, never fails)! Happy Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mkHkV9f0N7I?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those Vontraps ain't got nothing on us:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-1457109969501125036?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1457109969501125036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=1457109969501125036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1457109969501125036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1457109969501125036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/foresee-family-singers.html' title='The Foresee Family Singers'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mkHkV9f0N7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5788738222631788811</id><published>2011-12-18T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:42:00.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise with me baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AJCYnrNvhU/Tu0NmbEBCZI/AAAAAAAADJc/HYP8r6L5o8U/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687216858189597074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AJCYnrNvhU/Tu0NmbEBCZI/AAAAAAAADJc/HYP8r6L5o8U/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The time has come yal! My B-man is a cruiser! He took his first steps (with the assistance of the table)! As if things were not already busy and crazy around here! Now, I have another mover and a shaker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7c3fMlLKpU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the video quality, and if you watched and got nauseous! It is a bit like Blair Witch Project! I could not keep my hand still, way to excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby's first steps!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5788738222631788811?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5788738222631788811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5788738222631788811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5788738222631788811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5788738222631788811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/cruise-with-me-baby.html' title='Cruise with me baby!!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AJCYnrNvhU/Tu0NmbEBCZI/AAAAAAAADJc/HYP8r6L5o8U/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8346411546431829691</id><published>2011-12-17T14:52:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:33:49.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil' Bitta Dazzle for the Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, each Christmas I like to really jazz up the house a bit. Okay, a lot. What can I say, if it does not move, it has been hit with the Christmas stick! If it has a Jesus, a Santa, a nativity setting, some red and green, or reindeer motif I wanta have it all over the house! Love me some lights, glitter, shiny fun sequiny.... okay this is starting to sound like a cray cray prom dress! Whatever! We are loving this Christmas land in our house and the kids are loving to play with every ornament they can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to our house for the holidays!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687211001076365890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IQl6jkrcLY/Tu0IRfnZukI/AAAAAAAADJE/t6FC0u72BgY/s400/008.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that I look at the front door in this picture, there sure is a lotta stuff going on here! O well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are two of my girl friends!&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_5687206975952845682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0a2X8iZGXLo/Tu0EnM3K-3I/AAAAAAAADI4/MmY4_WcS5VM/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They were sweet to pose in front of the door with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the sweaters, they were for one of those Christmas parties when you wear apparel that is maybe not so favorable to yourself, but could be a possible gem for another person! (Ugly Sweater Party!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entry way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206719141802274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OOi9uEIyOU/Tu0EYQKpcSI/AAAAAAAADIg/IwAkgbFjFUM/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206724507395250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ioDb1Lr8eQ/Tu0EYkJ55LI/AAAAAAAADIw/HBxfeUBjw8E/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I made snowflakes one day during naptime. Little did I know how time consuming it would be! Sophia loves it though! It adds to the whole Christmasland motif!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687211781751335010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6SUgx1vwH0/Tu0I-720aGI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Bbz-D1jDpyg/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lovey's tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206713517580546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGODh2couaY/Tu0EX7NuoQI/AAAAAAAADII/Lz31scgYnnQ/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia playing with her nativity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206718482562978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FJECumAkQ8/Tu0EYNteP6I/AAAAAAAADIU/GT60TBzJgXQ/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-man's Jungle Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206536294201442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NUlmto5R8c/Tu0ENnAYeGI/AAAAAAAADH0/DKDwxOUyraw/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;My Christmas Village.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bottom shelf is often redecorated by lil miss! I sometimes find Barbie and friends mingling with the Dicken's Village Crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206533395743506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RG5h4fVy4s/Tu0ENcNVgxI/AAAAAAAADHg/ZQnHsPsxibw/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206526742937394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z1aoNxpTqE/Tu0ENDbLvzI/AAAAAAAADHY/r0yVQyGwMrM/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings hung on the by the chimney with care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206521380331010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSdB4gErbDc/Tu0EMvco3gI/AAAAAAAADHA/nATeRUatsSg/s400/002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cocka doodle Christmas Tree! Love some chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687206517537507314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw_lLxKY4e8/Tu0EMhIcB_I/AAAAAAAADHM/sZXet4VufxA/s400/003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kitchen chandelier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you go big on decorating for the holidays? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you are having a happy holiday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8346411546431829691?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8346411546431829691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8346411546431829691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8346411546431829691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8346411546431829691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/lil-bitta-dazzle-for-holidays.html' title='A Lil&apos; Bitta Dazzle for the Holidays!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IQl6jkrcLY/Tu0IRfnZukI/AAAAAAAADJE/t6FC0u72BgY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3314401151149973933</id><published>2011-12-11T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:22:16.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures... Take Two!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love These Two!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-En-QA77vCD0/TuU6g1S_A0I/AAAAAAAADG0/oypofFjGBHM/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014440362050370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-En-QA77vCD0/TuU6g1S_A0I/AAAAAAAADG0/oypofFjGBHM/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She Makes Me Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kGO-C8FdVc/TuU6f4DmsTI/AAAAAAAADGs/Fu3xRB1wUqE/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014423922979122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kGO-C8FdVc/TuU6f4DmsTI/AAAAAAAADGs/Fu3xRB1wUqE/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Part of My Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014423945347970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npUJ6CMFZtM/TuU6f4I8A4I/AAAAAAAADGY/0RvD7orFYtk/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014420845155538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7WDqdzlo8U/TuU6fsly1NI/AAAAAAAADGQ/AoFEwLVzgyU/s400/065.JPG" /&gt;Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope yal are having a happy holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&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/344728100490957924-3314401151149973933?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3314401151149973933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3314401151149973933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3314401151149973933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3314401151149973933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-pictures-take-two.html' title='Christmas Pictures... Take Two!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-En-QA77vCD0/TuU6g1S_A0I/AAAAAAAADG0/oypofFjGBHM/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8549929528481961674</id><published>2011-12-05T18:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:36:41.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pics, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am usually all over sending out Christmas cards. This year, I got nothing! I have totally lost all track of time (with children, a Aron, a dog, and a whole buncha other things)! So, last night, I thought, oh I can definitely take a sweet picture of my children in front of the Christmas tree....... HA! Who am I kidding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This photo was the start of what I was thinking would be the most precious photo shoot.... NOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682487973164936834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjlsOtO1fwQ/TtxAtFjs7oI/AAAAAAAADEM/mi4kr7vzME0/s400/227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Sophia sit by your brother and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia interpretation: Squeeze my brother tightly with a one armed choke hold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden's interpretation: Get away from my sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488294425754610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS-N6CV45O4/TtxA_yWP-_I/AAAAAAAADEg/p--gsLGzvcA/s400/229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Sophia, stop loving your brother so tightly. Be gentle. Be sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia hears: Okay Mama, read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brother wants: Brown Bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488292393507858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7btFUNeQXgk/TtxA_qxuXBI/AAAAAAAADEY/8aGMcc3C_Jw/s400/228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Sophia put the book down. Brayden put your book down for mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia hears:...........I think she is blocking me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden wants: not to be in the picture anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Hey, looky looky, snap snap, up here, looka mama, here, hey, cookie, cookie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;children............. nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488298247353106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lyi6Is8uIR0/TtxBAAlY8xI/AAAAAAAADE0/G9JgWf6NXhM/s400/230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: I try to take the books away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia: Sophia book, mommy nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden: getting ready to reach for his book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488316505674418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnoTpU8aUI/TtxBBEmg0rI/AAAAAAAADE8/M-VQsXmbdHI/s400/231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: I cannot see your faces. Show Mama your teeth. Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Children:....... now eating the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488667334784850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-419naUNF7W4/TtxBVfisN1I/AAAAAAAADF4/9pjSk5oGVqQ/s400/233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: One more please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Children: immediate response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488682386581154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syoi36ZLBGk/TtxBWXnUZqI/AAAAAAAADGE/EmrwxKRPUEU/s400/232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Children: back to the books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488643844455442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ar_AiULZ3A/TtxBUICKPBI/AAAAAAAADFU/j0f-6mC4x2w/s400/236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Okay, this is really the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia starts taking off shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488657544966018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJK9nZqBoZQ/TtxBU7Enb4I/AAAAAAAADFs/TNKno4Z6HeM/s400/234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is going no where!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682488651484779698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhKzUCcIaHk/TtxBUkfwVLI/AAAAAAAADFg/6TIjq0kCksQ/s400/235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, we're done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, we will have another photo shoot. Hope it has better results!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas from the Foresee's!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8549929528481961674?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8549929528481961674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8549929528481961674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8549929528481961674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8549929528481961674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-pics-part-1.html' title='Christmas Pics, Part 1'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjlsOtO1fwQ/TtxAtFjs7oI/AAAAAAAADEM/mi4kr7vzME0/s72-c/227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7378782424877446024</id><published>2011-12-04T21:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:51:53.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out, Lil' Red in the Kitchen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, I would say that the day has been a success. Today, I have boldly gone, where I have never gone before. This is the day I baked with my lil' red. That's right yal, Paula Deen better look out, cause this tiny tot baker is Red Hot in the Kitchen!! Lil' Red and I decided that we would bake some cookies. First, we had to dress the part. Since I do not have an apron for her itty bitty figure, she wore mine. Perfect fit, ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682481660316038050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkSVZbs-EbA/Ttw69oXPM6I/AAAAAAAADC4/taalDOLZSZ4/s400/225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, it looks like something that Laura Ingalls would have worn, but she was totally working it! Brother, was not so sure.&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_5682481211715814642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aEB07yvr_o/Ttw6jhMnBPI/AAAAAAAADCI/IPgXTEyM9oE/s400/219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red playing with the cookie cutters&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: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682481637817319218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_exVOtL4u8/Ttw68UjH_zI/AAAAAAAADCU/g15k-h5-YNo/s400/220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682481641481621186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqEJY6Z2Y_M/Ttw68iMwzsI/AAAAAAAADCk/w7OijaK-wZU/s400/222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682482220812132834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zj3deRafU-k/Ttw7eQX64eI/AAAAAAAADD0/3Cj5XHtsynI/s400/245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden did not get to help, but he was doing anything that would get my attention! I seriously love him so much!! Can you see the micro tiny curl in back? What if he were to have my huge afro-ish type of hair. Lord, bless him!&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_5682481655783129250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBT68HBnGhA/Ttw69XeggKI/AAAAAAAADCs/tnbE_RiWpmI/s400/224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is rolling out the dough. Yes, she is using a baby bottle. For some reason, I do not own a rolling pin. The bottle worked just fine!&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_5682482213943437618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJdACHmCwTo/Ttw7d2yS6TI/AAAAAAAADDY/qM-VbMaFoLs/s400/240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are icing the cookies. Some of us were eating more icing than helping (she will remain nameless, but you can tell whose mouth is green!)&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_5682482208759179714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VJe1WrHbj0/Ttw7djeRacI/AAAAAAAADDQ/L3Kvo1eQeVs/s400/237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing her own cookie.&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_5682482232072485442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW_De_ZL1mY/Ttw7e6UmOkI/AAAAAAAADEA/eeOBrRuTXLk/s400/247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go. I know, they should totally be on the cover of a Southern Living Christmas Cookbook!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682482213073643858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vflJMvrBpOA/Ttw7dzi66VI/AAAAAAAADDo/bxW9-Jx7Llo/s400/243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was Red when I told her we could have one after she ate her dinner. You would have thought I told her to go to time out! Look at her sweet hands, she is begging for just one cookie!! It was so sad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have a lot of fun things to make. I got a ginger bread house, so many fun desert ideas to do from that Pinterest thingy (are any of you pinners?), and then the crafts! Lawdy, we are fixin' to be busy up in here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard we may get a little bit of snow, so I am trying to keep all little hands and bodies busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love yal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-7378782424877446024?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7378782424877446024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7378782424877446024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7378782424877446024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7378782424877446024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/look-out-lil-red-in-kitchen.html' title='Look Out, Lil&apos; Red in the Kitchen!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkSVZbs-EbA/Ttw69oXPM6I/AAAAAAAADC4/taalDOLZSZ4/s72-c/225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2825011820023821107</id><published>2011-12-01T14:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:35:41.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O My Gosh, You Can Eat These.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you will not get fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, that is a lie, but you will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy when you are eating the holiday delights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681256709314359298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53xxEnb9JkE/Ttfg4GR8sAI/AAAAAAAADBY/MkCrwqjk_Tg/s400/snowman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, could this be anymore precious and yummy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this on the amandaparkerandfamily.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ya wish the Parker's were your neighbors, and they were gonna drop these cuties off at your house to eat! YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681256705328029890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dB7FPg9C9E/Ttfg33biIMI/AAAAAAAADAw/wp1KPjaYqUI/s400/cupcakes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, marshmallows. Who knew they could look so good. I could eat these all day long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these sweet treats on the Karaspartyideas.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681256699223323410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ml5HG_teTM/Ttfg3gsDsxI/AAAAAAAADAo/5eUkCIPZ-GI/s400/cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found this picture of holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delectibleness&lt;/span&gt; on her blog too! Don't you wish she was inviting you over for a Christmas party?? Call me Kara, you bring the sweets, and I will just come and eat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681256709340384482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_0QXS_3RGo/Ttfg4GYJzOI/AAAAAAAADBE/1eIGq8RQW6c/s400/reindeer%2Bcupcakes.jpg" /&gt;Dying! Adorableness! I am not a big fan of meat, but I would eat this reindeer anytime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found this from a site, Hoosier &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homeade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681256703938787762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcPFoCis2Tk/Ttfg3yQT-bI/AAAAAAAADA4/knsVGrCYSU8/s400/pretzel.jpg" /&gt;Pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you with all of your salt, but you have totally stepped it up a notch by adding a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bit'a&lt;/span&gt; chocolate, some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emmeees&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sprinkles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Found these sweet treats at coldtoescoztclothes.tumblr.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart treats. I heart Christmas treats. Who am I kidding, I heart me some icing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kids, guess what we are having for dinner????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681259699303857906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx22sBjXBAU/TtfjmI2_vvI/AAAAAAAADBk/zkv-z6zT2n0/s400/kids9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681259713579407362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-84E-3ZBAGf8/Ttfjm-CjWAI/AAAAAAAADB8/GBjkUEd6W3A/s400/kids7.JPG" /&gt;Yes, cookies and cakes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/344728100490957924-2825011820023821107?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2825011820023821107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2825011820023821107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2825011820023821107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2825011820023821107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-my-gosh-you-can-eat-these.html' title='O My Gosh, You Can Eat These.....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53xxEnb9JkE/Ttfg4GR8sAI/AAAAAAAADBY/MkCrwqjk_Tg/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-6229475590217494019</id><published>2011-11-29T22:54:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:33:07.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I am really counting my blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it when you have an real good ahh ha moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you had one lately? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today was just one of those days when I seriously had to take a good long look at myself, and wonder, "o my gosh girl what is going on with you?"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680661161739790882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSUIS2_6SW0/TtXDOqrbqiI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/vkp5Uuqcw78/s400/park9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will go ahead and set it up for ya, we all know I am not one that is too often short on words. So, for the past few weeks, I have been feeling a wee bit whiney. I know right, this is the time of the year where we go big on "thanks" and "giving" and "loving one another", but I have been so focused on what is not right with me and my goings ons. I feel like sometimes, I would not even want to be my own friend. I am texting my friends that I am ready for a girls night, I am competing with my husband saying that I am doing more baby feedings and diaper changes, I am complaining that I have not slept through the night since I had children, I think that Aron is on call too much, the laundry is not ever done, there is never enough money for us to take that vacation to Disney the beach and then to Paris, I am tweeting that I am tired of being tired, I am facebooking that my babies are grumpy and need a time out (when I am probably the one that should be in it). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680661464715936354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1ppaXhvAkM/TtXDgTWkwmI/AAAAAAAAC_c/tTcuH7RBv0Y/s400/kids7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680661459168339618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIq8n0J56Q/TtXDf-r7JqI/AAAAAAAAC_M/Z8pYXzErHog/s400/kids9.JPG" /&gt;Some days, I look at the clock and it is 1 in the afternoon and the kids are so grumpy for a nap and I am longing for it to just be 845, if I can just make it till 845.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680660931765795410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dh7kNjfODyo/TtXDBR9W-lI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/oy2gADNdsYo/s400/kids4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I know right, you probably don't even want to read the rest of the post because it is so much mememememewhaawhaawhaa!)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680661463834075730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXhAMmmXx-U/TtXDgQEUolI/AAAAAAAAC_U/7Ag0e4dIQJs/s400/kids8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to long for these times. When I dated, all I wanted was to have a husband. When we got married I was so quick to want the next step and wanting to be a mommy. Then I had to go through fertility issues and could not start having children ASAP. I wanted to do all of these grown up things, and now it is here and I am trying to RUSH THROUGH OF THIS SEASON OF MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680660926841823506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aznez0Vz3DQ/TtXDA_nZIRI/AAAAAAAAC9E/JmVh60tLvmE/s400/kids2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so sad. I think that there are others of you out there that are like this. You do not have to say so, if you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680660925887338178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACP624xzd50/TtXDA8D01sI/AAAAAAAAC84/-G1KVkuCTQc/s400/kids1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are the people that are hitting their alarms at 645 Monday morning and you are wishing that it was already 530pm, and you are on your way home from work. Then, there are the people that are just to the Wednesday of the week, and wishing that is was Friday. Then the rest of you may be the people that are lounging on your couch on Saturday night thinking- gez the day is almost done, and you are planning for your next Saturday. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680660934389057778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7cPTwYZtQo/TtXDBbuyyPI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/m_tiemTEJ1Y/s400/kids3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I right or am I right? Yal holla if ya hear me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680664226341600322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ia-X097QcI/TtXGBDNcPEI/AAAAAAAAC_0/rI_rkdGEWNI/s400/kiwi2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are contanstly rushing through these moments and I am beginning to think that if I do not slow down and embrace the place I am in, I just might miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the moment. Ya ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680664254599082178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTdD6C9qhRE/TtXGCsejMMI/AAAAAAAADAM/jIqbJECX_bs/s400/kiwi4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning, I received an email about a friend of mines father who has been battling cancer. He and his family were told that his cancer is growing, despite the extensive treatments he has been doing. Earth shattering news for them. Then, they went on to say that his time is limited. Heart breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This news made me cry and then really think about my own life. Life is so very fragile. We are not promised tomorrow. We do not know how much time we have left on this Earth. I have so much to be thankful for right now, and I really need to be embracing this time of my life (because this time that I think is so stressful and not fun at the moment, could be someone elses joyous time that they would long to be in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day my babies will be grumpy teens and only want to be with their friends. I will long for those days when they are constantly at my feet saying momma momma and following me in the bathroom.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680661451191950850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jaQXHo7YFh8/TtXDfg-NHgI/AAAAAAAAC-w/D5o7zyd5PO4/s400/kids11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day my babies will be moving out of my home to go to college or whatever dream they may want to pursue. I will long for those days when I can just go in their room and pick them up from their naps even though they were so very fussy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680660939768003826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AicDHLvhE9M/TtXDBvxO_PI/AAAAAAAAC9o/TB-153mUhHg/s400/kids5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day the people that are stressing me out may not be here for me to call anymore. I will long for those days when my friends are here for me to call and go and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day my parents may not be a phone call away. I will long for those early morning phone calls from my momma and the random evening that I make a dinner and my parents just happen to pop in to be fed- love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680664233762341154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SavqryDhy-4/TtXGBe2rwSI/AAAAAAAADAE/ZkLuyOHH6O0/s400/kiwi3.JPG" /&gt;One day I may wake up and my husband will not be snoring so loudly in the bed causing me a no sleep night. I will long for those days when he was making me crazy and making me so very happy all in the same breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680661452180298706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbSTVpisbHg/TtXDfkp2G9I/AAAAAAAAC-4/yKmlmnHbCw8/s400/kids10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you have it, starting today, well tonight, I am giving myself a attitude change. I am going to choose to see the joy in things, find a way to delight myself with the little things that I may be skipping over each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680664253740308674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9zirBXdeBg/TtXGCpRzWMI/AAAAAAAADAU/4MFrK84Gg7s/s400/kiwi5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to count each one of my blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so fortunate to have a husband, my babies, my parents, my family, my husband working so I can be at home, my faith, food on the table, a house for my table to sit in, clothes to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so Thankful for all of these things, because tomorrow, these things could be gone and I would probably be wishing for that season of my life that I was just wishing would move a whole lot faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for my friend's father, Rick, and the rest of their family as they are going through this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, please pray for my friends mother in law, Susan. 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Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSUIS2_6SW0/TtXDOqrbqiI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/vkp5Uuqcw78/s72-c/park9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7271385776868268307</id><published>2011-11-27T15:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:12:25.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ouch ya ladder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;unstring the lights, cause our house is gonna be a glowin' tonight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure if you have heard of this little Christmas classic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679794957264417778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WErSUUjEZ70/TtKva7jM8_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/9n0-C8bOlAc/s400/chrsitmas%2Bvaca.jpg" /&gt;It is one of my all time favorite movies! Have yal seen it? I crack up in tears each time I watch it. Funny stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since we have lived in our home, I have begged Aron to please hang some Christmas lights on our house. I think that they are so pretty, and I just L-O-V-E driving around during the holidays looking at other peoples outside decor. So, each year I beg, and each year goes by with no lights. The infinite sadness!! &lt;/div&gt;This year, I am not sure what happened to Aron, but he has decided to take on this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it has something to do with these two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679796661476576290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zk7XBhcnP9k/TtKw-IPCzCI/AAAAAAAAC8I/JzuXBhv6HBQ/s400/lights2011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My husband has also decided to not take advantage of the most beautiful and unusual warm weather we have been having and chose this afternoon to hang lights. Well, if you live in NWA, you are laughing cause folks, it be chilly outside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679796670351309858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CC6h1vFfWEo/TtKw-pS8fCI/AAAAAAAAC8g/UamEKqyfQ-4/s400/lights20113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Sophia watching her daddy through the window. Every few minutes she runs back to me and her brother and says, "Momma it's cold, Daddy cold." Yes, my genius child can tell this is not a good day to be on the house hanging lights, but o well. Hopefully, she cannot hear all of the Christmas cheer coming out of his mouth each time he drops a light hanger. Also, our ladder is a 5 foot, this makes for a interesting climb onto and off of the house. I am sure that the neighbors have broken out their hot cocoa and video cameras filming my dare devil guy jumping off of the house. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679796659430232946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAOb9COYT6U/TtKw-AnKE3I/AAAAAAAAC8U/b1igqCRuwKo/s400/lights20112.JPG" /&gt;This is his look at me when I asked him if he checked the lights before hanging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer: No, I am just hoping that they will work. They are new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Oh, well yeah. Sure. New lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, after almost three hours, and only 1/2 of the front of our not mansion size house completed, we have run out of lights, and hangers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, tonight.... we rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow night, we will hopefully have a house that can be viewed from outer space, a house that passer byers must put on sun shades because of the amazing brightness, a house that will bring people from miles and miles..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679800007155936210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq1zS4ySd3M/TtK0A33Ka9I/AAAAAAAAC8s/6aUrEW8neBo/s400/Christmas-Vacation-house-lit-up-511x288.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I want the Griswold house!! Beauty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-7271385776868268307?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7271385776868268307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7271385776868268307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7271385776868268307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7271385776868268307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-ouch-ya-ladder.html' title='Get ouch ya ladder....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WErSUUjEZ70/TtKva7jM8_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/9n0-C8bOlAc/s72-c/chrsitmas%2Bvaca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2211637350785477172</id><published>2011-11-26T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:47:43.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty Princess and Shark Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Teymwj-Hfu8/TtFpdFfdhDI/AAAAAAAAC7g/QntX_eRCakI/s1600/Halloween20112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time is sure flying by. I just cannot seem to find enough time in the day to keep up our family blog! I am slacking! Today, I have decided it is time I get back on track with our daily posts. The babies are growing so quickly and doing such quirky things, and I am starting to forget to put them in a more permanent place!! So, were back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, the kids were so cute! Just loved getting them dressed up and taking them to my sister's house and then to my parents. What a fun time we had! Sophia wanted to be a pincess (princess) and Brayden, well he had no choice in the matter, so he was a shark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing.... Pretty Pretty Pincess and Shark Boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436541501640338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay-hIr_c5kE/TtFpcYyUDpI/AAAAAAAAC60/xG3Fa4FKeXs/s400/halla20116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two are such characters!&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: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436548846945714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AKRzMn2q6g/TtFpc0JkhbI/AAAAAAAAC7U/p1dBq_u6LYc/s400/halla20119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia is so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436541846264706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Du8Qv0XzRFU/TtFpcaEem4I/AAAAAAAAC7A/F5mth4-d0Nw/s400/halla20117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436543996678162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sz3MmmJbtbk/TtFpciFLUBI/AAAAAAAAC7M/7FuF3AlBg5k/s400/halla20118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovey shark&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436322333411618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJg9O4eh7-8/TtFpPoUiSSI/AAAAAAAAC6o/ZD-UbOIMfjY/s400/halla20115.JPG" /&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436312386018434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5EC_k8cyxU/TtFpPDQ5HII/AAAAAAAAC6Y/CJPg5sepoW4/s400/halla20114.JPG" /&gt;&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436314100697058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpBNtYYLTrU/TtFpPJptB-I/AAAAAAAAC6M/keHmO7D-hRw/s400/halla20113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun family picture!&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: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436309735352690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzqn0VopvA4/TtFpO5Y7KXI/AAAAAAAAC6E/ocRnUCTrNvM/s400/halla20112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to get a pic with Honey, Granddaddy, Kitty, and Aron with kids (this was the best of the bunch!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436310355720082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xEgoRwFS48/TtFpO7s1N5I/AAAAAAAAC54/qgTTShSDB8Y/s400/halla20111.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was taken outside with my cellphone, so the quality is not so great and their eyes all look scary. But this is Aron and his sister, and the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It seems so funny to do this post now, since we have just eaten a Thanksgiving dinner and are decorating for Christmas! Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****POTTY TRAINING ALERT****&lt;br /&gt;I think this week I may start potty training Sophia, is that crazy? Is this going to be too stressful? She is showing some signs that she is into it, but do you have any tips of how to p.t.?? Would love the input or any tricks (or special pills that you give them and they just start going, in the potty!) HELP a Momma OUT!!!&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/344728100490957924-2211637350785477172?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2211637350785477172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2211637350785477172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2211637350785477172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2211637350785477172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/11/pretty-pretty-princess-and-shark-boy.html' title='Pretty Pretty Princess and Shark Boy'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ay-hIr_c5kE/TtFpcYyUDpI/AAAAAAAAC60/xG3Fa4FKeXs/s72-c/halla20116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-949493648708414256</id><published>2011-11-16T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:44:25.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's growing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it is official! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is growing up. He will be 11 months in a few weeks, the boy army crawls every where, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jibber&lt;/span&gt; and jabbers all day long, eating puffs and cereal with his hands, saying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dadadada&lt;/span&gt;!! Soon, he will be dating and applying for college...sob, tear, sniffle, sniffle. Just wanted to share his latest accomplishment. Last night he pulled up to the standing position, the video is his second try. This morning, it is all that he wants to do. Heaven help me, but it will be soon when he and his sister are chasing each other around the house and knocking each other off of the furniture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zp4DbiAKfDk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I recorded the video, I looked at Aron and just blurted out, "O my god". Not the best choice of phrase, but it just came outta my mouth. Well, for the next 10 minutes it is all that Sophia would say. She is a repeater &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note to self: watch what I say and the tone of how I say it, I am setting an example for my little people all of the time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-949493648708414256?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/949493648708414256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=949493648708414256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/949493648708414256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/949493648708414256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/11/hes-growing-up.html' title='He&apos;s growing up!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zp4DbiAKfDk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2477092357719266142</id><published>2011-11-13T16:44:00.035-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:39:01.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tha feva!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt; have been wondering what has happened to me??? Well, I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the scarlet fever. Not the rheumatic fever. But.....&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: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623474861481682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8X2AeTgvOw/TsBP_CU2HtI/AAAAAAAAC5s/TP2GLvN39eI/s400/pig.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Razorback &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, each weekend, this family is camped in front of a television cheering on our favorite team or we are calling those HOGS at the stadium!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you have a favorite college team? If you do not, you should check the HOGS out!&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_5674621807266699426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh1xfkaqn5g/TsBOd-DRGKI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/J5Sk3F3oygE/s400/gamer2.JPG" /&gt;Here we are with my brother Richard! This was from last nights game when we played &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;. We won like 49 to 7 or something! It was a big win for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3gw91ko2A0/TsBOeHQyR_I/AAAAAAAAC5g/LmFCFr350i8/s1600/gamer3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674621809739319282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3gw91ko2A0/TsBOeHQyR_I/AAAAAAAAC5g/LmFCFr350i8/s400/gamer3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Uncle Robert sitting behind us last night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674621802196068210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbDltg9EI4U/TsBOdrKVZ3I/AAAAAAAAC5I/-Vs4Q3kCpII/s400/gamer1.JPG" /&gt;Me and my boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620907281782818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OWokHioXa4/TsBNplWJGCI/AAAAAAAAC48/jrsPTBExTlk/s400/tailgate29.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, my child has on Razor-shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620902283714370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LZvJKl0bFQ/TsBNpSugn0I/AAAAAAAAC4s/c5wOQ4wCEgc/s400/tailgate28.JPG" /&gt;B-baby does so good at the game! Hopefully, he will choose to be a Razorback too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aron and his boy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFIp-kvwqMA/TsBNovvVI3I/AAAAAAAAC4k/xrAaEYPE0DI/s1600/tailgate27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620892891915122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFIp-kvwqMA/TsBNovvVI3I/AAAAAAAAC4k/xrAaEYPE0DI/s400/tailgate27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620889385592082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7U5CFPqUarY/TsBNoirW5RI/AAAAAAAAC4U/r1GtfZZNIwU/s400/tailgate26.JPG" /&gt;My other brother and his friend Nicole! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq50twFyCWA/TsBNoXkugtI/AAAAAAAAC4M/6RuG_PXAZ4c/s1600/tailgate25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620886404989650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq50twFyCWA/TsBNoXkugtI/AAAAAAAAC4M/6RuG_PXAZ4c/s400/tailgate25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-daddy and his Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvJIFyo1Gb8/TsBNbJgoBqI/AAAAAAAAC38/IX3wZcs0ZvY/s1600/tailgate24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620659291391650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvJIFyo1Gb8/TsBNbJgoBqI/AAAAAAAAC38/IX3wZcs0ZvY/s400/tailgate24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bray cheering for his team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AKMAkH1uWk/TsBNa2v2YhI/AAAAAAAAC30/G_tLFfC4uBw/s1600/tailgate23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620654254973458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AKMAkH1uWk/TsBNa2v2YhI/AAAAAAAAC30/G_tLFfC4uBw/s400/tailgate23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woo Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BOztWzWiZU/TsBNaVMfw9I/AAAAAAAAC3s/6kCdggn6dYg/s1600/tailgate22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620645248320466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BOztWzWiZU/TsBNaVMfw9I/AAAAAAAAC3s/6kCdggn6dYg/s400/tailgate22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl0xQEELa1k/TsBNaLrZ37I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/BTV7T6MA40o/s1600/tailgate21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620642693603250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl0xQEELa1k/TsBNaLrZ37I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/BTV7T6MA40o/s400/tailgate21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cheerleader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0C96WejKLQ/TsBNKfLlYBI/AAAAAAAAC3E/7szvzPqdMIo/s1600/tailgate20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620373050941458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0C96WejKLQ/TsBNKfLlYBI/AAAAAAAAC3E/7szvzPqdMIo/s400/tailgate20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and his girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UaD4XkJy0M/TsBNGQjatNI/AAAAAAAAC24/bSY51UA_ifU/s1600/tailgate19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620300404896978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UaD4XkJy0M/TsBNGQjatNI/AAAAAAAAC24/bSY51UA_ifU/s400/tailgate19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kisses for G-daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailgatin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUscvMw4osM/TsBNCjgV58I/AAAAAAAAC2s/PHjGAlV8tVY/s1600/tailgate18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620236772796354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUscvMw4osM/TsBNCjgV58I/AAAAAAAAC2s/PHjGAlV8tVY/s400/tailgate18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the last time we will tailgate (for awhile)! 2 kids 2 and under= 2 much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620173027213986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lK-031Bkz-A/TsBM-2CNgqI/AAAAAAAAC2g/vdVx3mb05X0/s400/tailgate17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aron looks concerned that G-daddy is restin' before the big game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKr4Wkqmd88/TsBM6jC-ZPI/AAAAAAAAC2U/2vqH2_SYUNI/s1600/tailgate16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620099210667250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKr4Wkqmd88/TsBM6jC-ZPI/AAAAAAAAC2U/2vqH2_SYUNI/s400/tailgate16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Razorback fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNx9rAwUjoE/TsBM3Le92fI/AAAAAAAAC2I/h-lZlNJ-qUY/s1600/tailgate15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674620041346013682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNx9rAwUjoE/TsBM3Le92fI/AAAAAAAAC2I/h-lZlNJ-qUY/s400/tailgate15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Kitty and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itI1fXn46zE/TsBMzttJ9tI/AAAAAAAAC18/ngeAZRvT43k/s1600/tailgate14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619981812856530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-itI1fXn46zE/TsBMzttJ9tI/AAAAAAAAC18/ngeAZRvT43k/s400/tailgate14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Okjs-c3EbmM/TsBMrbqGQaI/AAAAAAAAC1k/RvwgN5C-kl8/s1600/tailgate13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619839529238946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Okjs-c3EbmM/TsBMrbqGQaI/AAAAAAAAC1k/RvwgN5C-kl8/s400/tailgate13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia teaching her daddy about an iphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxlNq6NKWsA/TsBMnmIZ5xI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/LQZhqeioiWE/s1600/tailgate12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619773621233426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxlNq6NKWsA/TsBMnmIZ5xI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/LQZhqeioiWE/s400/tailgate12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikey Sean and Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW-YOueLk4M/TsBMjulvbNI/AAAAAAAAC1M/Z6qwpOJZNJA/s1600/tailgate11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619707172285650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW-YOueLk4M/TsBMjulvbNI/AAAAAAAAC1M/Z6qwpOJZNJA/s400/tailgate11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; G-daddy gettin in the ZONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECNX-bekXqY/TsBMfSCKXtI/AAAAAAAAC1A/CN4MQzN3buU/s1600/tailgate10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619630787387090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECNX-bekXqY/TsBMfSCKXtI/AAAAAAAAC1A/CN4MQzN3buU/s400/tailgate10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRY2H_iwEEU/TsBMbLXvN6I/AAAAAAAAC00/U3ARJIRXVuI/s1600/tailgate9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619560279357346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fRY2H_iwEEU/TsBMbLXvN6I/AAAAAAAAC00/U3ARJIRXVuI/s400/tailgate9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am already tired and the game has not even started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9JpkBrU6Zs/TsBMUl37mrI/AAAAAAAAC0c/bxRiQ4UoAlc/s1600/tailgate8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619447134624434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9JpkBrU6Zs/TsBMUl37mrI/AAAAAAAAC0c/bxRiQ4UoAlc/s400/tailgate8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is why I am already worn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsMeDE92PY/TsBMRMWwhGI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/Bu2j5p_3j-g/s1600/tailgate7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619388744991842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsMeDE92PY/TsBMRMWwhGI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/Bu2j5p_3j-g/s400/tailgate7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mde11PqAnjU/TsBMN1FO8UI/AAAAAAAAC0E/W3QEG6dSQ6Q/s1600/tailgate6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619330957865282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mde11PqAnjU/TsBMN1FO8UI/AAAAAAAAC0E/W3QEG6dSQ6Q/s400/tailgate6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjzNBU_IiGA/TsBMJ4v-VBI/AAAAAAAACz4/8i3lVobVeiE/s1600/tailgate5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619263222961170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjzNBU_IiGA/TsBMJ4v-VBI/AAAAAAAACz4/8i3lVobVeiE/s400/tailgate5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4hIwR3tW0o/TsBMF2HkboI/AAAAAAAACzs/q7aZlrAEEPo/s1600/tailgate4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619193797144194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4hIwR3tW0o/TsBMF2HkboI/AAAAAAAACzs/q7aZlrAEEPo/s400/tailgate4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls before the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty_cb-SFAwE/TsBMBx3wAII/AAAAAAAACzg/HBns5UJg1B8/s1600/tailgate3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619123937575042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty_cb-SFAwE/TsBMBx3wAII/AAAAAAAACzg/HBns5UJg1B8/s400/tailgate3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvr_JAYRJNg/TsBL-AI90_I/AAAAAAAACzU/VCOvhXNgK-c/s1600/tailgate2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674619059048403954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvr_JAYRJNg/TsBL-AI90_I/AAAAAAAACzU/VCOvhXNgK-c/s400/tailgate2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DABb3UU-yec/TsBL6O7pYOI/AAAAAAAACzI/MI17jK82c0w/s1600/football7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674618994299592930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DABb3UU-yec/TsBL6O7pYOI/AAAAAAAACzI/MI17jK82c0w/s400/football7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rich and Bray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEgF5UvqZKw/TsBL218Cy1I/AAAAAAAACy8/H4S9XEnTLjE/s1600/football3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674618936050764626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEgF5UvqZKw/TsBL218Cy1I/AAAAAAAACy8/H4S9XEnTLjE/s400/football3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtUcDrrHjQU/TsBLy2LaKrI/AAAAAAAACyw/rRszRTGWNAs/s1600/football1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674618867395734194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtUcDrrHjQU/TsBLy2LaKrI/AAAAAAAACyw/rRszRTGWNAs/s400/football1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHZUqVsnw_A/TsBLv9MSRNI/AAAAAAAACyk/wXCXRaI6DEk/s1600/football2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674618817738851538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oHZUqVsnw_A/TsBLv9MSRNI/AAAAAAAACyk/wXCXRaI6DEk/s400/football2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Pig Sooie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OnYQjjIPsQ/TsBLstSqVEI/AAAAAAAACyY/g_TtGuGd9p8/s1600/tailgate1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674618761931019330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OnYQjjIPsQ/TsBLstSqVEI/AAAAAAAACyY/g_TtGuGd9p8/s400/tailgate1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to let yal know, I am doing fine with the fe-va! 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Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8X2AeTgvOw/TsBP_CU2HtI/AAAAAAAAC5s/TP2GLvN39eI/s72-c/pig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2968191571700347919</id><published>2011-10-13T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:41:16.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ai1bk9iOWf0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-2968191571700347919?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2968191571700347919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2968191571700347919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2968191571700347919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2968191571700347919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/tunnel-of-love_13.html' title='Tunnel of love'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ai1bk9iOWf0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8036969170519815908</id><published>2011-10-12T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:38:04.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ai1bk9iOWf0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Richard came by today to visit and play with the kids. I tell ya, these kids love them some Uncle Richard! The kids have been crawling nonstop through their tunnel, so when Uncle Rich decided to get in, the kids wanted to be right there with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8036969170519815908?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8036969170519815908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8036969170519815908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8036969170519815908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8036969170519815908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/tunnel-of-love.html' title='Tunnel of love'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ai1bk9iOWf0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4738060369859873983</id><published>2011-10-11T15:09:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:53:26.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Two-dooles!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse....Ohhh Two-Dooles event! Sophia turned 2 years old on August 2nd! Since her big-love right now is Mickey Mouse and friends, we just knew that would be the theme!! We celebrated at Momma and Daddy's house with our family and a few friends, and had such a fun time! I am telling yal, the heat was something awful! It was about 100 but felt so much hotter and there was no breeze (unless you count the 7 or so oscillating fans that were scattered around the back porch)!! We had some kiddy pools set up and a slip n slide. We feasted on what else, but HOT DOGS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia and her Minnie (or as she says...Meanie!!)&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_5662333004348669266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qT-N2QMEB2o/TpSl3fwsPVI/AAAAAAAACrQ/wUl0qDnEhxo/s400/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are... Mickey's Clubhouse!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvii4KCLP2k/TpSmoq9jEEI/AAAAAAAACss/VvvbcU1Krl8/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5662333809358812850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om1rnuBOHdY/TpSmmWqENrI/AAAAAAAACsI/7lradCMGY5k/s400/156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrD4S7Vp6LE/TpSmnnCJMvI/AAAAAAAACsk/svb8MKTIRJA/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662333830934639346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrD4S7Vp6LE/TpSmnnCJMvI/AAAAAAAACsk/svb8MKTIRJA/s400/149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had set the table up like Minnies Sweet Shop...cookies, cake, cupcakes, candy galore!! I also made up some Styrofoam Minnie mouse heads. The party decor was mucho funno!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The back yard set up. Thank you to Granddaddy, Honey, Uncle Jason, and Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxRh0dqdvKk/TpSmnO-C0OI/AAAAAAAACsU/qY7u4BXsfCQ/s1600/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662333824474992866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxRh0dqdvKk/TpSmnO-C0OI/AAAAAAAACsU/qY7u4BXsfCQ/s400/154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minnie Birthday Cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xctpH2V-hUo/TpSmmM2B_QI/AAAAAAAACr8/2hW8J4Ry5nk/s1600/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662333806724644098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xctpH2V-hUo/TpSmmM2B_QI/AAAAAAAACr8/2hW8J4Ry5nk/s400/159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Sophia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662331902666561346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HEWqUi70kQ/TpSk3XrNV0I/AAAAAAAACpg/fltGewoxeck/s400/164.JPG" /&gt;Sophia Mouse and Minnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662331823965436114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaAu0xgCQO4/TpSkyyfZeNI/AAAAAAAACpU/yE9892v61fw/s400/163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad Mickey could come to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662332991510703970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AmbyxxAkZo/TpSl2v74b2I/AAAAAAAACrA/tO3PmSlnAaw/s400/202.JPG" /&gt;Sophia and her friend Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&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_5662333019408831186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKtMZfebaX4/TpSl4X3UEtI/AAAAAAAACrY/L6MNr-V8OFk/s400/152.JPG" /&gt;Daisy and Donald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TK3qY2052mc/TpSmCTo-JjI/AAAAAAAACr0/AaCbV74lMqQ/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662332410490705986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPRXSKGeH-o/TpSlU7d62EI/AAAAAAAACqc/HafZlInihG8/s400/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cade Phillips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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_5662332324688596546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74AmgeN13H0/TpSlP71GjkI/AAAAAAAACqQ/e1aII2uIGEs/s400/172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our precious Sidney!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662332986609463554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JTbQ8UymEw/TpSl2drVcQI/AAAAAAAACq0/YGRnmbqHlKw/s400/201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls in the car&lt;/div&gt;&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_5662332112951835250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcMTiUzuMSs/TpSlDnDH-nI/AAAAAAAACp4/plAe4SYzx6Y/s400/171.JPG" /&gt;Me and Nicole in our Minnie ears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a bajillion pairs of ears! I should have gotten a pic of everyone wearing them! In fact, I still have ears left over that Sophia plays dress up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662332185336311906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbMY-l-UEOk/TpSlH0s7cGI/AAAAAAAACqE/Sgz85AzYuo0/s400/173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cousins and Aunt Kitty&lt;/div&gt;&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_5662331997423114850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opGewiNmipE/TpSk84q7mmI/AAAAAAAACps/Qh7vPKjs5B0/s400/170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662330626037151954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ir_CRd0kz4Q/TpSjtD3CeNI/AAAAAAAACpI/fBODGBsdmPs/s400/169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aron and our nephew Abram. He will probably not love the pic since he is a 13 yr old boy in Mickey ears.... the things a nephew will do for his auntie if I beg him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662330515978742882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bA5rP8-Ubc/TpSjmp3EbGI/AAAAAAAACpA/6PsoMsPCduk/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Brayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A41HBrxF-ks/TpSlj32TYsI/AAAAAAAACqo/VgQf6GHXSmQ/s1600/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662332667217273538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A41HBrxF-ks/TpSlj32TYsI/AAAAAAAACqo/VgQf6GHXSmQ/s400/200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls riding off into the sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662330223691909330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5md8In5fv9Q/TpSjVpAdSNI/AAAAAAAACok/PIbHtjRu0v8/s400/165.JPG" /&gt;Our precious girl, she is 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did we ever do without our baby girl. She has brought us so much laughter and joy. I cannot imagine a moment without her. She is so cheerful and sweet and we just love her so very much! Who would have ever thought we could be so lucky. Seeing our babies... it is like wining the lottery every single day!! I am so proud to be her momma and he is so glad to be your daddy and lil man... well he is so over the moon that you are his big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662330357798756466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg6415zsB9A/TpSjdcmBYHI/AAAAAAAACow/TMRWzpJssrI/s400/167.JPG" /&gt;Happy Birthday my Sweet Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-4738060369859873983?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4738060369859873983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4738060369859873983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4738060369859873983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4738060369859873983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/ohhh-two-dooles.html' title='Ohhh Two-dooles!!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qT-N2QMEB2o/TpSl3fwsPVI/AAAAAAAACrQ/wUl0qDnEhxo/s72-c/151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8906496965715457399</id><published>2011-10-11T14:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:59:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that we have been home from our family vacation for 2 months, so I guess it is time that I go ahead and wrap up the posts!! It was such a fun time at the Turquoise Place. The condo/ living quarters were amazing! 4 bedrooms, 4 1/2 bathrooms, kitchen for a royal family, the lazy river right below us, the beach right outside our window! It was such a wonderful getaway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We relaxed.....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662318345615913794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjWPG2qvErM/TpSYiPudM0I/AAAAAAAACoA/S1bM48-jJN4/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We feasted on the most fabulicious food. Brayden was in heaven!!&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;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662318652415226370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_a37rANqPBc/TpSY0GpHMgI/AAAAAAAACoM/9J5O1710iNA/s400/vaca48.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked on the beach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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_5662318065960518498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSJhLy2OG58/TpSYR97ag2I/AAAAAAAACn0/K9GKmqm6gtE/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating again... my baby sister made up some "fly off the plate pancakes/ waffles"...&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_5662317786236221554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFvpA1G779E/TpSYBr38eHI/AAAAAAAACno/5-_PR6nRhqg/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the pile of pancakes on the plate...well within minutes they flew off the plate into our bellies. Thus the name...fly off the plate cakes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy played with his grand babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317697372224130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc8RqBSZ7RA/TpSX8g1HeoI/AAAAAAAACnc/z--bWtUfmis/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brayden and Sophia love their G-Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317605601588162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LaWwtuLDkKY/TpSX3K9Ss8I/AAAAAAAACnQ/MfYh4Q3pVlk/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Katie and her friend. Why ever they look so pretty, it was only 7 or 8 am!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317543298194450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxbkpyFkpu0/TpSXzi3AXBI/AAAAAAAACnE/zbTluo1OdyQ/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;Love him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee time for the brothers.... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317437338866850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac4WQg5oUEk/TpSXtYIVVKI/AAAAAAAACm4/oG2pRM9E-so/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure about this photo... why were they hiking their legs up? Cannot remember.... what happens at the beach.... stays at the beach.. So odd, but still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron... so happy for coffee. We do not have it at home, the smell makes me yak! But it was vacation, I guess he was so happy to have a cup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317369161757746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z7VYR5xrJE/TpSXpaJpNDI/AAAAAAAACms/UWcIbmFwYJY/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma made Sophia a breakfast of whip cream, yogurt, and berries. Yes, when at the beach we sometimes forgo the eating utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317305476223970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eloIR7KfsnQ/TpSXls51E-I/AAAAAAAACmg/xeF55PUj6lg/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a day on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317159822682178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWc6Jw8H5bk/TpSXdOTUaEI/AAAAAAAACmU/UoAYNB6MSwk/s400/vaca32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Momma and Daddy's anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662317030462375378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGnCwwXNqBM/TpSXVsZaxdI/AAAAAAAACmI/Xi2yU-RG96Y/s400/vaca23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, ladies and gents if you need someone to decorate cakes.... I am available!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662322511788843970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6KWUOO7Hr0/TpScUv7fI8I/AAAAAAAACoY/1dm5uKO-qRQ/s400/vaca26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 years! Those love birds!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zu09xfw9PE/TpSXJUhcMmI/AAAAAAAACl8/jygzVldiS1c/s1600/vaca14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662316817895141986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zu09xfw9PE/TpSXJUhcMmI/AAAAAAAACl8/jygzVldiS1c/s400/vaca14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view.... so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662316690559737266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtcQH9JyQZM/TpSXB6KUHbI/AAAAAAAAClw/hJjv_kzpHJg/s400/vaca13.JPG" /&gt;Just another picture of us looking at the view..... so wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662316577975534386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKgwUZgntOo/TpSW7WwJgzI/AAAAAAAAClk/qJvzhvaCHtM/s400/vaca12.JPG" /&gt;We were obviously very excited about the fridge. We could not believe the size. We felt like we could have been on an episode of MTVs Cribs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662316455629152626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m23ASHp0SJY/TpSW0O-f4XI/AAAAAAAAClY/SVZjLhKdeck/s400/vaca22.JPG" /&gt;Uncle Jason and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qKxFiqb56E/TpSWwI6smUI/AAAAAAAAClM/PMuN5pl-0MU/s1600/vaca21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662316385283119426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qKxFiqb56E/TpSWwI6smUI/AAAAAAAAClM/PMuN5pl-0MU/s400/vaca21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my lil man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662316331897939138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvsIS0tzSXw/TpSWtCCrZMI/AAAAAAAAClA/hZ17ImEzWLg/s400/vaca16.JPG" /&gt;The babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to this time with my family. It is a lot of family time, but these are my people. We fellowship, relax, play games, swim, and just enjoy this time together. I do not know what we will do when my brothers start bringing a fiance/ wife and have children or Aron and I have more children...we may have to rent out a resort!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Summer Vacation 2011, until next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/344728100490957924-8906496965715457399?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8906496965715457399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8906496965715457399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8906496965715457399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8906496965715457399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/vacation-wrap-up.html' title='So Long, Farewell'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjWPG2qvErM/TpSYiPudM0I/AAAAAAAACoA/S1bM48-jJN4/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2625420623271208360</id><published>2011-10-03T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:33:33.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia.... Sophia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few minutes ago I was calling for Sophia. As usual, she did not come a running when I called her name. So, I walked throughout the house (that took a split second!) and I turn to go down the hall (still calling her name)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659365066177682706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0BwsNQEhNw/TooaiwfGnRI/AAAAAAAACko/t3ReFcRz1yY/s400/sleeping.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little booty in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia.... Sophia.....??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk a little bit closer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659365165122163634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhN5yV1eAJQ/TooaohFTk7I/AAAAAAAACkw/c3uQxsbS_U0/s400/sleeping1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659365237138503682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7MKUxCKmBs/TooastXVuAI/AAAAAAAACk4/ngCtSeWUdWM/s400/sleeping2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The child has fallen asleep in the doorway of her bedroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just talking to her not even 6 minutes ago!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she just precious, so peaceful and quiet..and quiet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could just lay down on the ground stick my booty in the air and take a nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All is quiet in this house, both children asleep! Hooray for naptime!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-2625420623271208360?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2625420623271208360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2625420623271208360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2625420623271208360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2625420623271208360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/sophia-sophia.html' title='Sophia.... Sophia....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0BwsNQEhNw/TooaiwfGnRI/AAAAAAAACko/t3ReFcRz1yY/s72-c/sleeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7559016454813697817</id><published>2011-10-03T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:31:00.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Family Reunion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thHuCh8LQc4/TojnPWv9TwI/AAAAAAAACkg/Y4QEF7to2X0/s1600/vaca36.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were on vacation, we had a "mini" family reunion! My cousin, Michael and his wife Joani, her momma, and then their sweetie pie children Carter and brand new baby Madi Kay came down to visit for the day. There was some fun in the sun, a little bit of a photo shoot, and then a family dinner. We had such a fun time being with family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia and Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1hV1GdqcB8/TojnLV5LBXI/AAAAAAAACkY/LditT4dTOFU/s1600/vaca35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659027113832547698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1hV1GdqcB8/TojnLV5LBXI/AAAAAAAACkY/LditT4dTOFU/s400/vaca35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this photo, it looks like she may not have loved this time, but she just did not want to smile for me! She and Carter ran all over the place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026993845087026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zh6EASU-JE/TojnEW57qzI/AAAAAAAACkQ/n1MvdtlhSmg/s400/vaca44.JPG" /&gt;Here we are... all of the cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignore that I am wearing white ankle socks and holding a naked rolly polly baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026930944693810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32vbxxlwGhk/TojnAslT1jI/AAAAAAAACkI/5enK6zQ0gmY/s400/vaca42.JPG" /&gt;Man shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026860507940642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TED84aAK0WM/Tojm8mL4RyI/AAAAAAAACkA/Yy2w2PlH4mc/s400/vaca39.JPG" /&gt;My cousin Michael and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026793008993682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7q_6YVZXZI/Tojm4qu4FZI/AAAAAAAACj4/OhaHVl9EBHQ/s400/vaca38.JPG" /&gt;Joani and I trading babies- I could have stared at Madi Kay all day. She is so sweet yal, I just love a baby girl! I could have kept her in my pocket, and then given her back when she cried or had a poop diaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026733835892674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sPqDResXbM/Tojm1OS6N8I/AAAAAAAACjw/ZV47Y-VB6Uc/s400/vaca37.JPG" /&gt;Sophia, Carter, and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;They were getting to know one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026672864627138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7q2fxwzWd8/TojmxrKOicI/AAAAAAAACjo/ONfcYTIzt-I/s400/vaca36.JPG" /&gt;I might have had a death grip on this bundle of sweetness! Love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignore the afro-ish hair, this is what I look like after a day at the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is big yal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I should do a post one day to show you what it looks like brushed- a mess)&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: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659026591179827106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRqs7pIxUxk/Tojms63DZ6I/AAAAAAAACjg/KIgm_MFB4nc/s400/vaca34.JPG" /&gt;Daddy (Uncle Mike) and Carter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a fun visit with the Mulhearn bunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-7559016454813697817?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7559016454813697817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7559016454813697817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7559016454813697817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7559016454813697817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/mini-family-reunion.html' title='Mini Family Reunion!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1hV1GdqcB8/TojnLV5LBXI/AAAAAAAACkY/LditT4dTOFU/s72-c/vaca35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-587890969005878129</id><published>2011-10-02T16:52:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:31:24.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Tacky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaMEHH2ztgs/Tojik5D9HWI/AAAAAAAACjQ/tQOUnhw2MfM/s1600/vaca34.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is one thing that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and I love to do while we are on vacation. We L-O-V-E to eat us some good food! There is one place we go to at the beach.....wait for it.....Tacky Jacks! O my sweet goodness, I can almost smell the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt;! They serve helpings that could feed a big ole man!! It is so good, and I will clean my plate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;, (seriously, I use the bacon to soak up the left over syrup and grits!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is such a touristy fun place to visit, and if you are in the Orange Beach/ Gulf Shores area go and hit it up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heart Tacky Jacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDEDC9FduWs/TojidSUH5II/AAAAAAAACjI/j6p9flUGWy0/s1600/vaca30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021924551353474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDEDC9FduWs/TojidSUH5II/AAAAAAAACjI/j6p9flUGWy0/s400/vaca30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is right on the water and you can feed the fish! Sophia loved this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021847454267458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdMHieP_Sn4/TojiYzGvuEI/AAAAAAAACjA/acR33bs3GbY/s400/vaca29.JPG" /&gt;Momma, Aron, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, Daddy, and Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021782351823602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xj7EFGKpSyQ/TojiVAlHQvI/AAAAAAAACi4/tPHA2GqCExU/s400/vaca28.JPG" /&gt;Uncle Richard and Sophia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021719980208018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtNC7p2OVW8/TojiRYOj75I/AAAAAAAACiw/3gBVFOPoMd0/s400/vaca27.JPG" /&gt;Do not even ask what Aron is doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGF9VmIuF7s/TojiAkUsJQI/AAAAAAAACiY/Y_mncovzTkQ/s1600/vaca26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021431169361154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGF9VmIuF7s/TojiAkUsJQI/AAAAAAAACiY/Y_mncovzTkQ/s400/vaca26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sweet couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bOQ1jEjK8k/Tojh4KWdUwI/AAAAAAAACiI/3JOfkjyCzQk/s1600/vaca25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021286758503170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bOQ1jEjK8k/Tojh4KWdUwI/AAAAAAAACiI/3JOfkjyCzQk/s400/vaca25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wee babes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a reminder for me...this was the first time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; ever sat in a high chair. Sniffle... the memories made at Tacky Jacks!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Don't ya love that Sophia is using an IPhone in this pic. Seriously..what did parents so at restaurants before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IPhones&lt;/span&gt;- such a distraction for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659021218247749762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cYc_wR6cI/Tojh0LIOMII/AAAAAAAACiA/H4qxJwmxnDA/s400/vaca24.JPG" /&gt;See the smiles before we ate...I did not have the strength for an after shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/344728100490957924-587890969005878129?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/587890969005878129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=587890969005878129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/587890969005878129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/587890969005878129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-so-tacky.html' title='Oh So Tacky!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDEDC9FduWs/TojidSUH5II/AAAAAAAACjI/j6p9flUGWy0/s72-c/vaca30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2686952651880645622</id><published>2011-09-27T13:57:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:30:06.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Photo Shoot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss vacation...&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;This year, during our family vacation, my momma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657118692200972130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDKsJUVi1uQ/ToIfelTcf2I/AAAAAAAACgg/GpG0-Pi4u3U/s400/vaca2.JPG" /&gt;(I post this picture, so she will be in the post. I have no shots of her on the beach:( (sad face))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;arranged for us to have a family picture taken. The whole family was dressed in white and khaki and the back drop would be the beach! So much fun and original (I know!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the scene&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish I could have taken more pictures, but as we were walking out to the beach, I was holding my camera.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(man voice) The photographer was like: I am going to have to ask that you put that away if I am taking any photos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(sweet precious girl voice) and I was like: What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(man voice) then he was like: I will be taking the photos, if ya could just put that away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Sweet precious girl voice) and I said: Humm? (I was scared to take any photos, and I was even a bit taller and a wee bit heavier, but I just put the photos in his beach cart....such a chicken. It is not like I would not buy any of the shots he took, but whatev! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, now I was too afraid to take any photos, but not momma! She had her phone and was taking a few quick snaps of everyone (none of these were shots that the photographer was doing!!) We will be ordering those soon to hang on our wall, they are sooo wonderful!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657118268011830706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95kTvPVr_Lw/ToIfF5E33bI/AAAAAAAACgQ/mWM8QK3SxhY/s400/093.JPG" /&gt;she loved her dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657118097155989250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liw6PlRBVts/ToIe78lqnwI/AAAAAAAACgA/jzzEHshdahM/s400/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Granddaddy and his girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657118000343732370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9-9LxsrBFc/ToIe2T700JI/AAAAAAAACf4/_5FxNCrj2Ls/s400/089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117480283764562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzXoDQEumOk/ToIeYCj3d1I/AAAAAAAACfQ/l47IJd2pmuQ/s400/vaca57.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and my peeps. look at how tan I am...haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117845280372546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qUDHuUM-0c/ToIetSR1t0I/AAAAAAAACfw/pM-hiRD3D6Q/s400/vaca61.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117729142768658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSb5k7GNZPY/ToIemhoehBI/AAAAAAAACfo/2qU3jaohAbU/s400/vaca60.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweet sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117656652577522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKObmhTEFXg/ToIeiTld-vI/AAAAAAAACfg/Ue0gdZoXadc/s400/vaca59.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy&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: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117586186034290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQT_W8JL7gM/ToIeeNE73HI/AAAAAAAACfY/QA2kVSp9NPI/s400/vaca58.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katie and other brother Richard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117010397995858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGmiD_F5MPo/ToId8sGXo1I/AAAAAAAACeg/GvG0XDpSj1o/s400/vaca50.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I look at me in this dress it make my boobs look oddly droopy and like I maybe with child! Ya live ya learn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117406827056578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LqRm7h5bzo/ToIeTw6bDcI/AAAAAAAACfI/Npou4SzbWSI/s400/vaca56.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and my loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117335002631378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPXTsU-m7ZA/ToIePlWJTNI/AAAAAAAACfA/QNtbtQrkQWo/s400/vaca55.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of my very best friends. they are so handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117237784796626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWXkS03ZDFc/ToIeJ7Lm3dI/AAAAAAAACe4/iM_hHZ58pmo/s400/vaca54.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason looks like he may be bustin some rhymes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117157753617634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGQdId3SeGU/ToIeFRCr_OI/AAAAAAAACew/jOUyqDLa_G4/s400/vaca53.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes a looker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657117086408355954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nD2GW31nkw0/ToIeBHQpsHI/AAAAAAAACeo/FL70bsjyjHc/s400/vaca51.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;steals my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heart vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-2686952651880645622?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2686952651880645622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2686952651880645622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2686952651880645622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2686952651880645622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-photo-shoot.html' title='Beach Photo Shoot....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDKsJUVi1uQ/ToIfelTcf2I/AAAAAAAACgg/GpG0-Pi4u3U/s72-c/vaca2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-6822112543624457996</id><published>2011-09-23T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:02:00.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Rambo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or all movies that are 80's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLenNIXlGiA/TnpQ8CxA3hI/AAAAAAAACeY/UswkGB3yDXA/s1600/rambo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654921274581900818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLenNIXlGiA/TnpQ8CxA3hI/AAAAAAAACeY/UswkGB3yDXA/s400/rambo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we are now wearing headbands as some sorta Rambo/ Flashdance gear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a battle I will not fight, Lord only knows that I would never win!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love little girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-6822112543624457996?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/6822112543624457996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=6822112543624457996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6822112543624457996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6822112543624457996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-love-of-rambo.html' title='For the Love of Rambo....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dLenNIXlGiA/TnpQ8CxA3hI/AAAAAAAACeY/UswkGB3yDXA/s72-c/rambo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-6857119650798514776</id><published>2011-09-22T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:00:07.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Pig Sooie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917317086024802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDrapXyFgX8/TnpNVr8eFGI/AAAAAAAACdY/BjH40Qadeak/s400/pig.gif" /&gt; This past weekend we ventured out to see the Razorbacks play some football! We are very big fans of the piggies and we do NOT miss a game!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917708984017154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSSa5Kz9z_U/TnpNsf4O4QI/AAAAAAAACeQ/x7lERKC81C8/s400/football7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our only picture with Sophia, she would not look at the camera. All she wanted to do was call those HOGS!!! She is doin' the woooo part!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917665395661938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOKHKXrfCfs/TnpNp9f9XHI/AAAAAAAACeI/Wu1zvQcBfi4/s400/football6.JPG" /&gt; Momma and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917611008422578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CJpXD98unQ/TnpNmy5B8rI/AAAAAAAACeA/EsuV3kqjdjs/s400/football5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Aunt Cathy and her man-friend Rick! You could call him boy-friend or steady date (whatever the kids are saying these days), but man friend sounds way-- cooler to me. Katie Grace is posing above them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917575037658642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNMpY7UaJe8/TnpNks47phI/AAAAAAAACd4/olPDK7TERl4/s400/football4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my Aunt Cathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say, this was their first Razorback game to attend! My aunt and her man friend are from Louisiana and are LSU Tiger fans. That is all I have to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917487910211794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ry_VngaaKaA/TnpNfoUIUNI/AAAAAAAACdo/WaG-b9hGfQc/s400/football2.JPG" /&gt;Me and my precious boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Richard (my brother) is totally photo-bombin' this picture! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917533120531122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aZ0VyWaEV8/TnpNiQvHCrI/AAAAAAAACdw/lgFWB_MOjag/s400/football3.JPG" /&gt;Richard and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654917444933526402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hDHV9YR8Co/TnpNdINsI4I/AAAAAAAACdg/if9QMzKLa94/s400/football1.JPG" /&gt;Wanted another picture with my boys, but it did not turn out so hot. Ughh! The double chin, the crying, Richard making crazy faces again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just love those Hogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woo Pig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-6857119650798514776?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/6857119650798514776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=6857119650798514776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6857119650798514776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6857119650798514776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/woo-pig-sooie.html' title='Woo Pig Sooie!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDrapXyFgX8/TnpNVr8eFGI/AAAAAAAACdY/BjH40Qadeak/s72-c/pig.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-6136433114961600998</id><published>2011-09-21T15:11:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:42:30.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Walk in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, today I boldly went where most brave/ genius moms go everyday, the park. Let me repeat, I TOOK BOTH CHILDREN TO THE PARK, ALONE!! This was very outta my comfort zone. I am always picturing the worst case scenerio: Sophia runs off in the crowded playground then I am unable to find her as I zoom around with Brayden in our overly large stroller and I am screaming and crying for her (kids start freaking out parents are frantic) then Sophia pops out from under the slide (can we say OVER-REACTOR!!), or she falls off of the playground equipment, or some rapid animal comes up and bites us (this could so happen, in fact a scary looking dog (looked a little mangey ran towards us today, NO FEAR THOUGH, I threw chicken nuggets far from us to get him to go away), or a danger stranger comes up and watches (so afraid of the sketchy characters), a mean child pushes her over and I am tempted to go and make them apologize to my baby... you know the worst case scenario. This is why I rarely go to a playground alone... I am such a wuss. Today was different, I said to myself, "self, you have got to get yourself and your children out of this house and take in some of this beautiful fall weather!!" So off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say, 2 out of three had a wonderful time. I will let you view the pictures and you decide who was not so hot on so playground activities.....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911088124213458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBdbNALFkdY/TnpHrHQPuNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/IQQzS78CqEU/s400/park13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this picture she is saying, "best day ev-er!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654911030001606418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQPXkLZTjAI/TnpHnuuvHxI/AAAAAAAACdI/nnbvragm3L8/s400/park14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here they cannot figure out why they are no longer moving.&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;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910967263767538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUTd5H330eU/TnpHkFA3q_I/AAAAAAAACdA/eoLujOQ99ww/s400/park15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this one, they notice their shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910884990179186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0H0lrxB8ZE/TnpHfShUV3I/AAAAAAAACc4/qhCMLA2ksIg/s400/park12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sees the manegy dog- "no, momma.. its ruff ruff!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910830752618770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeivfBOKr_U/TnpHcIeE2RI/AAAAAAAACcw/ETxvnPNpsCU/s400/park11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;push me momma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910783064793890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaydIAQ7sjQ/TnpHZW0aYyI/AAAAAAAACco/jHdCIjNN5fo/s400/park10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910733002515218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_uxg-mDQGNo/TnpHWcUooxI/AAAAAAAACcg/LIIG_wX8ruM/s400/park9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still not having fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910628322901218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3J_fzmAMyBs/TnpHQWXEfOI/AAAAAAAACcQ/nvtsQMiZVwA/s400/park7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, get me outta this contraption!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910675544492098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2U1YSjZu0k/TnpHTGRkyEI/AAAAAAAACcY/KTYu2w9Newg/s400/park8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, quit taking my picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910581563499954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLmV9tfj2Ao/TnpHNoKwpbI/AAAAAAAACcI/mbRAThElXMM/s400/park6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One half smile, then I am screaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910524164980530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIm83eJe-Co/TnpHKSV4vzI/AAAAAAAACcA/MP3PHvuNhHE/s400/park5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so over this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910474700630754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lc8kJccR0-U/TnpHHaEqquI/AAAAAAAACb4/7GC_LruQYIo/s400/park4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will sleep right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910320163458802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY66jSCtBFg/TnpG-aYIjvI/AAAAAAAACbg/zB3FbNrQSf0/s400/park1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides the swings the slide was the favorite. She went down the slide about 50 times before she realized there were other things to play with at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910422568004786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmepJOKH0Vc/TnpHEX3R7LI/AAAAAAAACbw/hbfsiOL3yTQ/s400/park3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting sleepy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910364360360674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvrdXMFyfVg/TnpHA_BfwuI/AAAAAAAACbo/qvC2891kIJg/s400/park2.JPG" /&gt;me: Sophia, are you ready to go home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia: ummmm- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654910132145906274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GteHLHgdb_I/TnpGzd9QYmI/AAAAAAAACbY/IyNjM4eV6LM/s400/parkplay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, this outting was a walk in the park, I will probably take them back tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love yal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-6136433114961600998?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/6136433114961600998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=6136433114961600998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6136433114961600998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/6136433114961600998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-walk-in-park.html' title='Just a Walk in the Park'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBdbNALFkdY/TnpHrHQPuNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/IQQzS78CqEU/s72-c/park13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-4366194998144802360</id><published>2011-09-16T13:37:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:30:30.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years of lovin' and some livin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 5 Year Anniversary to my wonderful husband, Aron. O my goodness, at how far we have come. 5 years later, a dog, a home, two sweet babies. I could not be happier in this life that I have made with you. Thank you for being my biggest supporter and my best friend. I am so loved and I appreciate everyday that I get to spend being your wife. Tear, sniffle, sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&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;Now for a trip down memory lane, our wedding day.&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: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653032677695453554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky0fOM3yAAc/TnObRPG2eXI/AAAAAAAACag/vI07aWDfAck/s400/wedding11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at how nice we look, all dressed up.&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: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653040833760159730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AnOSL4kyQDY/TnOir-0NZ_I/AAAAAAAACbQ/ERuN2IgYHzE/s400/wedding4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Curry Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031754228019650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EOI0UeDh6WY/TnOabe7DscI/AAAAAAAACaY/NxrMG-6ewOE/s400/wedding3.jpg" /&gt; Check out these lovely ladies, my cousins and my baby sister. These were the junior bridesmaids for our special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031395449372066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0G2Y50ugdU8/TnOaGmXj_aI/AAAAAAAACZo/Jf_zL5gmUc4/s400/wedding8.jpg" /&gt;Daddy walking my down the aisle. Could be one of my favorite moments of the day. When I came out of the room to be presented in the church, I started to cry when I saw my daddy. Don't know why, but it was so sweet. He looked at me pulled out his pockets and said what are ya crying for honey, I do not have anymore money! Haha! He made me laugh and we made our walk! (FYI, he cried a tear or 3 too!) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031144000467410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHSgX17b_84/TnOZ39peMdI/AAAAAAAACZI/ZBxFER58ffY/s400/wedding1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dress. I love it still! the top part is a jacket and buttoned up the back. sigh. I love that dress. Humm... I should put it on for when Aron gets home from work and just be doing the dishes or changing baby diapers- he would d-i-e! (or laugh, bc it would never zip/ button up the back!)&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_5653036217761617058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rX_6MKxLPKw/TnOefS4ZVKI/AAAAAAAACbA/fMMYOreZUy0/s400/wedding7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The garter thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653036160472242850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx1QYfKyhY4/TnOeb9di2qI/AAAAAAAACa4/fdPqJvQuSa4/s400/wedding6.jpg" /&gt;Our first dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVR7Rnf8sLo/TnOaDXnu61I/AAAAAAAACZg/eVuD4Meoltc/s1600/wedding9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031339951057746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVR7Rnf8sLo/TnOaDXnu61I/AAAAAAAACZg/eVuD4Meoltc/s400/wedding9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake feeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fifWmecdzgU/TnOaAPxCrmI/AAAAAAAACZY/0n4qg3k2P7c/s1600/wedding10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031286303010402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fifWmecdzgU/TnOaAPxCrmI/AAAAAAAACZY/0n4qg3k2P7c/s400/wedding10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aron and his beautiful sister (my sister too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzkc47Gnruk/TnOZ7jWw00I/AAAAAAAACZQ/X_kq2gqouPo/s1600/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031205662151490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzkc47Gnruk/TnOZ7jWw00I/AAAAAAAACZQ/X_kq2gqouPo/s400/wedding2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wedding party. Yes, count them if you must. But we just have some amazing friends that we wanted to be a part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653031084422232354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtXUpTEleb8/TnOZ0fs6eSI/AAAAAAAACZA/B8ODzJoNQPY/s400/wedding.jpg" /&gt;So happy to spend the rest of my life with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really thought I would never ever find the perfect man to settle down with, buy a home with, have some babies with, grow old with, have Christmas time with, husband to cook for, someone to take care of me when I am old, someone to take out my trash cans, someone to wake up to in the mornings, but I found him. It is the best love story I could have ever dreamed up and I cannot wait to see what is in store for the next 5, 15, 50 years of marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an FYI, Someday My Prince Will Come is playing in the background right now! Sophia is watching her new favorite princess movie (Snow White)!! What an appropriate song to be on while I type this out!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-4366194998144802360?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4366194998144802360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=4366194998144802360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4366194998144802360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/4366194998144802360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-years-of-lovin-and-some-livin.html' title='5 years of lovin&apos; and some livin&apos;!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ky0fOM3yAAc/TnObRPG2eXI/AAAAAAAACag/vI07aWDfAck/s72-c/wedding11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2458004640219645059</id><published>2011-09-14T15:32:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:12:54.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652323527664375586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8GxRVWvwPE/TnEWTRYElyI/AAAAAAAACY4/d3ycsyg5XKI/s400/vaca33.JPG" /&gt; Did I mention that we just love having fun at the beach? Well, we L-O-V-E it! Each morning we would wake up at around 5 have breakfast about 730-8 and then the rest of the day was spent relaxing and playing in the pool or the beach. Just love a beach vaca!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warning: This post will contain a lot of skin but lots of cuteness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316164053089170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qQywPLVhH8/TnEPmpyVO5I/AAAAAAAACWY/twLLGJ3DvxY/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heart her!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316107537240418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1c6MXf3yxc/TnEPjXP50WI/AAAAAAAACWQ/qdacJB1O2Tk/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652323472922224402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yxjql6NObRQ/TnEWQFchpxI/AAAAAAAACYw/J1h7fGHTmBU/s400/vaca32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652323324126712338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ogITjvDUofw/TnEWHbI6UhI/AAAAAAAACYg/3CL7axdAYDU/s400/vaca18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love him too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652323399489242450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1N1SbuYY3w/TnEWLz4vRVI/AAAAAAAACYo/L4HfMsThjCs/s400/vaca19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAs9PVhapWA/TnEQzRbNldI/AAAAAAAACYY/UspflpTwYFU/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652317480363595218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAs9PVhapWA/TnEQzRbNldI/AAAAAAAACYY/UspflpTwYFU/s400/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason holding Sophia. What is my mother pointing at? Don't you think that they look a little concerned about what is in the water??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652317322470853138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUKOJJEHRF0/TnEQqFOpihI/AAAAAAAACYQ/lNYMpfCjnSs/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad and Mom. They could stay out on the beach all day until the sun sets!!&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_5652317255258126866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7bFJyJnQKs/TnEQmK14uhI/AAAAAAAACYI/xyYiLFM-6ck/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;We would fill a pool up of water for Sophia to play in! She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652317156555828210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8uPRiZiBbfw/TnEQgbJbK_I/AAAAAAAACYA/WCGiFHePH34/s400/059.JPG" /&gt;Daddy and Sophia building a sand castle!&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_5652317061099711378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_Ie512EHUA/TnEQa3i6a5I/AAAAAAAACX4/Q8FHXm7GLPo/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;Chillin at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&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_5652316979680801954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwXdmC22mdM/TnEQWIPIdKI/AAAAAAAACXw/ev4sKe-UDnk/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;Granddaddy taking care of his girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316912280418930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIQALX4X9NI/TnEQSNJoOnI/AAAAAAAACXo/fziC-biDOs4/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;Not a fan of the sand, but he enjoyed himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316780970613730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1o0m2K0mIA/TnEQKj-7m-I/AAAAAAAACXg/2pDa9ZpCKdE/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;Splash time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316714020789890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVMTJeCKYks/TnEQGqk2XoI/AAAAAAAACXY/eeupQVhPWgI/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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_5652316648080595106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pv-u2aTjgxM/TnEQC07e2KI/AAAAAAAACXQ/IsZ26icnMcs/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves him!&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: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316591051493810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJPF27Yvikg/TnEP_ger0bI/AAAAAAAACXI/Uh9DfO2iEOk/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316526581579538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjnyPig5348/TnEP7wT2_xI/AAAAAAAACXA/Afxz03YgohQ/s400/022.JPG" /&gt; Practicing kicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316459540619058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFPqnhmV7fA/TnEP32kDHzI/AAAAAAAACW4/eim8ZMYPGmE/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316359955768018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkwlUDHcOHE/TnEPyDlK4tI/AAAAAAAACWw/H8lqeWzvG_U/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;Uncle Richard swimming along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316303070998738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js0U_Z9tfqs/TnEPuvqyMNI/AAAAAAAACWo/oshe4883jZg/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;On the way to another day at the water!&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_5652316229664856674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4P1P8bXlYo/TnEPqeNZWmI/AAAAAAAACWg/m9VXG28iLp8/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;This is what these two would do everyday after spending time outside! I spent this time reading books in bed. O how I love it when these two get a good nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652316051513294226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdpDN895AeA/TnEPgGiwPZI/AAAAAAAACWI/_nIrEGqcy0c/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;I must look away from this picture, because when I see it it really makes me want to have 4 more of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look away!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that is over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a fun time at the Turquoise Place. It had two pools, a childrens pool, it is right on the beach (so nice), and it had a lazy river (which we did not discover until the last day or 2 that we were there). Such a blast. Looking at these pictures makes me wanna go swimming right now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heart the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-2458004640219645059?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2458004640219645059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2458004640219645059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2458004640219645059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2458004640219645059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-baby.html' title='Beach Baby'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8GxRVWvwPE/TnEWTRYElyI/AAAAAAAACY4/d3ycsyg5XKI/s72-c/vaca33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5855493188295862440</id><published>2011-09-14T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:45:05.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I have been forced to eat and drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652285236076343778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DX1Hb6J686s/TnDzeaGD8eI/AAAAAAAACWA/It3zbC2ydfs/s400/wednesday.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt; ever have one of those days? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ones where you would like to hit the rewind button!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I honestly should not even be typing this out, but I figured if something were to happen to me (nervous breakdown and I am put in a loony bin, I pass out from the horrendous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stench&lt;/span&gt; of poo diapers my precious is producing, or I over dose from the massive amounts of sugar I am putting into my body) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt; need to know what drove me to it and why I would not be updating the blog! Ha! Seriously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sweet girl has a very upset stomach (from teething or a bug, not sure) but it has given me a reason to bathe/ shower her 3 times this morning, change her sheets and wash 7 babies, wash a pillow and multiple outfits, mop the kitchen floor, bleach the kids bathtub, and now wash my sheets/ comforter. (Thus the intake of sugar, to keep me going!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Positive note: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is taking a nap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Praying I can keep it together until Aron comes home (did I mention he is on call...BOO!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope all is good in your neck of the woods!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5855493188295862440?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5855493188295862440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5855493188295862440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5855493188295862440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5855493188295862440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DX1Hb6J686s/TnDzeaGD8eI/AAAAAAAACWA/It3zbC2ydfs/s72-c/wednesday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5974104610071516737</id><published>2011-09-11T15:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:58:01.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>99 bottles of Dr.Pepper on the wall......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;99 bottles of drink... ya take one down... ya pass it around.... 98 bottles of Dr. Pepper on the wall... and repeat!!! 98 bottles of Dr. Pepper on the wall...... ya catch my drift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 hours in a suburban, 3 adults (me and my brothers), 2 children under the age of 2, a small dvd player with suitcase of Disney movies to be viewed, a couple a soda pops, 8 suitcases, boardgames, a skillet, snacks... and redneck riviera, "Here We Come!!"&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: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201582000815138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39u1YIZDEJA/Tm0Z5cFIvCI/AAAAAAAACVA/KFiUhRAxGkk/s400/vaca1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture cracks me up! Daddy is holding the luggage and stuff in so it will not fall out! I told yal in a previous email we pack up everything when we travel!! No Joke!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201626641500674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g27GdSXGetg/Tm0Z8CYTigI/AAAAAAAACVI/_H4R0bHz4Cs/s400/vaca2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my momma (while the boys packed the car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201672082651842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xDMh078PMM/Tm0Z-rqUesI/AAAAAAAACVQ/yg-AWQ-l4qE/s400/vaca3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason and I. Can you see the fear in his eyes. He is going to be trapped in the car for the next 15 hours with 2 small children. He really has no idea how many times we will have to stop for diaper changes, random stops to stretch our legs, stops at EVERY Cracker Barrel along the way to Orange Beach (there are at least 7, I have them mapped out on my phone- they have the best shopping!!) Little did he know we would hear the Hot Dog song 29 times and watch Tinkerbell and The Lion King 4 times- we love some Simba in this house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201765084329090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUeWMdXAE24/Tm0aEGHpdII/AAAAAAAACVg/cgJRCr3t3wo/s400/vaca5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay! We are so excited to go on vacation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201871879754338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ESzZVVxFV8/Tm0aKT9qUmI/AAAAAAAACVw/GKacbvDO0Xk/s400/vaca7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of us were less than excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201717251334594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsAHaa09CDw/Tm0aBT7X4cI/AAAAAAAACVY/1CGFf5UbQZg/s400/vaca4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where I sat, inbetween 2 car seats. Let me tell ya- riding in the middle with a wee bita leg room (with these child birthing hips)...well I survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201829094376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpy6RAWaNMg/Tm0aH0k1RVI/AAAAAAAACVo/bw70f3p-4As/s400/vaca6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we there yet??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, when we pulled up the clouds opened up and I could kind of hear angels singing. It took 9 hours of driving the first day, an overnight stay in Jackson Mississippi (everyone in 1 room 2 queen size beds), only 1 stop at Cracker Barrel (boo!!), a few thunderstorms, group sing alongs of The Circle of Life and HakunaMatata, only 2 times driving off course (added about an hour extra of driving time), no crying from babies (shocker), no break downs from babies (shocker), 6 hours of driving on day 2, and a shopping trip at Sams.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Sweet Turquiose Place!! We are so happy to see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59aavy4xuoM/Tm0aNjOBy2I/AAAAAAAACV4/iHjFJe2Z--w/s1600/vaca8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651201927514540898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59aavy4xuoM/Tm0aNjOBy2I/AAAAAAAACV4/iHjFJe2Z--w/s400/vaca8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to my wonderful brothers for driving me and my babies to the beach safely! You guys are the best! Such a fun time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This concludes post 1 of about 10! haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5974104610071516737?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5974104610071516737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5974104610071516737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5974104610071516737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5974104610071516737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/99-bottles-of-drpepper-on-wall.html' title='99 bottles of Dr.Pepper on the wall......'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39u1YIZDEJA/Tm0Z5cFIvCI/AAAAAAAACVA/KFiUhRAxGkk/s72-c/vaca1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-9065558187727754858</id><published>2011-09-07T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:49:00.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia's Sweet Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how busy the days are with two children, a husband, a dog, extended family, ect..&amp;nbsp; I start the days so early, feed people, dress people, clean up after people, go to Wal-Mart, wash clothes, and then get little sleep at night (since someone in our family (Brayden) does not enjoy sleeping throughout an entire night!&amp;nbsp; Just when I think that I cannot do another day, this happens.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4b90d1615bc7982" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4b90d1615bc7982%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D644F80AD13437E7488D7EA4E3AF83172D75B138C.F42A7B328E71EEA1D38CC3E67D96BF9F284882A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4b90d1615bc7982%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKTvjcmvJdjM72DE-lPaSv8262u8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4b90d1615bc7982%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452596%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D644F80AD13437E7488D7EA4E3AF83172D75B138C.F42A7B328E71EEA1D38CC3E67D96BF9F284882A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4b90d1615bc7982%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKTvjcmvJdjM72DE-lPaSv8262u8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Sophia for reminding me that what I am doing everyday is so very important and how much I DO enjoy my job as a wife and mommy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy day yal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please ignore my atrocious singing voice, I have been under the weather and sound Shrek-ish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-9065558187727754858?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/9065558187727754858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=9065558187727754858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9065558187727754858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9065558187727754858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/09/sophias-sweet-song.html' title='Sophia&apos;s Sweet Song'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8713327406337551925</id><published>2011-08-11T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:12:08.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh- Sweet Summer Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this family decided to take a sweet summer break. Turns out, we really needed the extra rest and relaxation.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BV0hfHJtQGs/TkRRVMlAimI/AAAAAAAACUo/qcEiosx6Rxw/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639721982235429778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZudCaTJakUs/TkRRQycay5I/AAAAAAAACUg/Hqa8VJq6s1I/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture just says it all, this is how we have been over the past month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have gone on a family vacation (marvelous), been able to catch up with friends (yeah!!), Brayden turned 7 months(sob), I aged another year (birthdays rock), Brayden started sleeping in his own room and sleeping through the night (PTL), Sophia turned the B-I-G 2 (sob), and well now that I think about it the summer has been a wee bit busy!! I cannot wait to catch up on blogging- it may take me a month to get all of the pictures and stories in order, but it-sa coming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope all is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8713327406337551925?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8713327406337551925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8713327406337551925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8713327406337551925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8713327406337551925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/08/ahhh-sweet-summer-break.html' title='Ahhh- Sweet Summer Break'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZudCaTJakUs/TkRRQycay5I/AAAAAAAACUg/Hqa8VJq6s1I/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7378957681210748242</id><published>2011-07-05T14:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:50:14.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatcha doing Brayden Samuel? You are already 6 months old, time is flying by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625955010896033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBovge4L4GA/ThNoRlrJd6I/AAAAAAAACTo/g_n2alEksZQ/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are definitely climbing the scales, you have to weigh at least 15 pounds ( I know that you are more than that, but this is just a safe estimate) your 6 month appointment is not until August!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are wearing size 9-12 months, and the good Lord knows when I wash them, they will all be too small for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy can you eat! You love yourself some food (I think that you are an over-eater or I am an over-feeder- either or, it is probably no good!) You have 3- 4 8 ounce bottles a day (you do not always chug the whole thing) You are a big fan of the baby food. You have a passion for fruits (all but the pear, it hurts your tummy)- you eat 1 in the am with your cereal/ oatmeal, you eat 2 for lunch and then a bottle for a nap, then you may eat 3 for dinner. Thinking of adding a little juice into the mix soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625954837920740322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJa3N3lemIU/ThNoHhSn8-I/AAAAAAAACTg/Mao7gupuQbY/s400/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleep.... you have a nap in the day (30-1 45 minutes long (this would be a day that you decide to nap). During the night time (when the rest of us prefer to rest, you like to wake up when a paci falls out of your mouth or when you feel I am slipping into REM mode.) I still some nights have to give you a bottle for you to go back to sleep. Yes, sometimes you daddy does this too- so I can rest. He always gets up and makes the bottle- I am so very appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wearing the size 3 diaper (it is a struggle for the 2 to stay closed- chunkers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like bath time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625957348344157618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk4bXx38Xhw/ThNqZpWNVbI/AAAAAAAACUY/Knry0xztOU8/s400/boy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are not into laying down, you would rather be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You really like to stand and look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You follow me with your eyes/ head all of the time! Too funny and awfully nosey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625955776014346402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VipuAUK8U2I/ThNo-H9kaKI/AAAAAAAACUI/ly0xZ2Nc0Zs/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love your sister. She runs into greet you all of the time and you just smile! She is always sharing her toys with you and she steals your paci constantly! I know that you two will be the best of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You roll back to front and then sometimes will roll back. If you cannot or get stuck you cry until you are rolled back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still sleeping in the pack and play- I totally need to put you in your own room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are going on your first beach trip soon- 14 hours in the car! I am already praying for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625955120943654258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmGxLheEWak/ThNoX_oi5XI/AAAAAAAACTw/5C4reFMKu2s/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go to bed at 9 pm every night and are awake for the day by 730 (later if it is a freak accident)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my doll baby- I sometimes just stare at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625956818167960066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_if_llq-6c0/ThNp6ySWkgI/AAAAAAAACUQ/PDIlWwpQYtI/s400/bmansmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are precious, you are fun, you are smiley and giggly too! You are chubby, you are sweet, and adored by all you meet. Your a lover, and you stare, and you have so little hair. You love your sister and your daddy, and I think you like me a lot. Your my angel, your my baby boy and you bring me so much joy. To say I am over the moon with you would not be enough- I am so blessed to have been given such a treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so...&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/344728100490957924-7378957681210748242?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7378957681210748242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7378957681210748242' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7378957681210748242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7378957681210748242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-months.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBovge4L4GA/ThNoRlrJd6I/AAAAAAAACTo/g_n2alEksZQ/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7800773729172152681</id><published>2011-06-30T15:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:20:28.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am obviously having way to much fun snapping pictures with this new phone! Sorry yal, this is more of a post for me, just so I will be able to remember these sweet faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8whF7kAn-E/TgzZvjz3tRI/AAAAAAAACTY/uilrDMYHNnY/s1600/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109445768787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8whF7kAn-E/TgzZvjz3tRI/AAAAAAAACTY/uilrDMYHNnY/s400/pic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy74_Je6wU0/TgzZrTc3QCI/AAAAAAAACTQ/uvi1dmwJpJ4/s1600/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109372657844258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy74_Je6wU0/TgzZrTc3QCI/AAAAAAAACTQ/uvi1dmwJpJ4/s400/pic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109298328746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAF9g0Nb7Xw/TgzZm-jbOVI/AAAAAAAACTI/tpTVECPIfvQ/s400/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109209767356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIL8j7rJJS4/TgzZh0ovpqI/AAAAAAAACTA/4oeeQsgID-A/s400/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109139937691250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CY-ps-u5HY0/TgzZdwgDhnI/AAAAAAAACS4/JoFGVdxpgN8/s400/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624109061265548226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tE2DsmGR0bU/TgzZZLbJ48I/AAAAAAAACSw/6bkqC27bTvY/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoDPQR-zvlQ/TgzZVEG3ALI/AAAAAAAACSo/EfajLNEjXFs/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624108990581899442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoDPQR-zvlQ/TgzZVEG3ALI/AAAAAAAACSo/EfajLNEjXFs/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63WUfTrm9c4/TgzZQcEhtXI/AAAAAAAACSg/bL2dfOwgRX8/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624108911115220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63WUfTrm9c4/TgzZQcEhtXI/AAAAAAAACSg/bL2dfOwgRX8/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such sweet faces and I am so glad that they are all mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-7800773729172152681?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7800773729172152681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7800773729172152681' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7800773729172152681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7800773729172152681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet-faces.html' title='Sweet Faces'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8whF7kAn-E/TgzZvjz3tRI/AAAAAAAACTY/uilrDMYHNnY/s72-c/pic9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-643644249871179927</id><published>2011-06-29T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:52:57.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWYD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a day this has been!&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;Have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt; ever seen the show on ABC, What Would You Do with John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quinones&lt;/span&gt;? Well, the show is a hidden video show catching actors posing as real people doing crazy things (pushy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; moms, racial profiling, stealing, teens bullying others, parents leaving a child in the car to run in and get a coffee, pet owners leaving their pet with some random person on the street to go grocery shopping), and then the people that are passing by witnessing situations sometimes say things but other times they keep on walking (it is shocking)! I am always telling Aron that I would be the person to say something or try to do the right thing- well today, I was tested!!&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;This morning, after getting myself cleaned up and the children fed and dressed we decided to go and meet my momma at a local clothing store and then we ran over to the grocery store. The morning was going great, we even found a few things for our upcoming trip and some outfits to wear for our family picture on the beach (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;- sweet vacation)&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;Well, mom had to leave the store before me and the kids had not finished our shopping. Not a problem, since I do normally shop with them on my own. So, we check out.... then I push our cart full of goodies and babies to the car. Not sounding so bad. I have Sophia strapped in the seat part of the cart, so I put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; in the car, load up our stuff, shut those doors, then push the cart to the other side (behind the car), get Sophia out of the car, she cries for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;, I start lifting things up looking under seats and finally locate it, then I hand her the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup, which was upside down on the seat (then I grab a clean diaper and start to press down on the seat to clean up the apple juice that came out of the cup, such a mess!) During this, I heard a car door shut or a something, but still going about my business, strap Sophia in and shut the door. Then I go behind the car to push my cart to the cart holder thing in the parking lot (YES, I DO THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EVERY TIME&lt;/span&gt;, RAIN OR SHINE IN THE COLD OR THE SNOW CAUSE THIS IS WHERE YOUR CART GOES!! Well, I go to the back and my cart is gone. I panic, thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; was my purse still in there and my new I PHONE was in my purse (I have only had it a few days, Aron is gonna kill me!!) Then I go to the front seat and there is my stuff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;!! Then I go back to see if the cart was taken and I notice about 10-14 empty spaces down the parking lot across the driving lane (so opposite side is a cart that was stopped by a car)! It was my cart! It had run loose into a car. Making matters worse the car was so pretty and brand new (not even a license plate)! I immediately started sweating (the 100 degree weather does not help)! So upset, thinking why did this have to happen on this day with both kids, at lunch time, blah blah blah... I call Aron (proceed to whine about the situation) and then my Dad (because Dad's always know what to do) and I knew what to do. I knew I needed to go into the store and have whomever paged or at least write my name and my phone number on a piece of paper for them to please call me and we can work out details. Then the kids start crying/ wailing, Sophia's every other word was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nuggey&lt;/span&gt; (chicken nugget) or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt; (we have been watching much Lion King). &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;So, I write all my stuff down and walk towards the car to put it on the wiper blade (under) and then I go to look at the scratch which is the length of my pointer finger (about 2 1/2) inches long. I just knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WWYD's&lt;/span&gt; John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Quinones&lt;/span&gt; was going to jump out with a camera crew saying it is okay it is our car and we pushed your cart into the car to see if you would do the right thing... well there was no jumping out of this man so I put my stuff on the car then look and cringe at the mark and notice it is not a scratch but a smudge from the rubber protector on the cart and it wiped right off of the car! YIPPEE!! &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;Disaster Avoided!!&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;So, has this happened to you? If you hit someones car with your door or cart, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; back into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; car do you do the right thing or haul on outta there? It is so upsetting, this has happened to my car a few times and it makes me nuts! &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;You never know who could be watching!! John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Quinones&lt;/span&gt; might just jump out at you next, and I would hate to see you looking crazy on an ABC news show!!&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;Caryn&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;(P.S. I purposely did not write the store and town I was in so I would not get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bajillion&lt;/span&gt; emails saying I hit and run on your car! HA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-643644249871179927?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/643644249871179927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=643644249871179927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/643644249871179927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/643644249871179927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/wwyd.html' title='WWYD?'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-9023723267353000843</id><published>2011-06-23T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:15:13.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven has a new angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is with a heavy heart that I am letting you know baby Miller passed away this morning. Please continue to pray for the Woodruff family: Patrick (daddy), Meredith (momma), and Cole (big brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for peace and understanding during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven has a new angel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621448942360406866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqu-1mUtXnI/TgNmB4RjK1I/AAAAAAAACSY/c5BZYv2tcjU/s400/miller.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;colecrews.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-9023723267353000843?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/9023723267353000843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=9023723267353000843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9023723267353000843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9023723267353000843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/heaven-has-new-angel.html' title='Heaven has a new angel...'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqu-1mUtXnI/TgNmB4RjK1I/AAAAAAAACSY/c5BZYv2tcjU/s72-c/miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-3047640532525732446</id><published>2011-06-22T12:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:00:59.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Baby Miller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that everyone reading this can take some time out today and pray for this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Woodruff's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick, Meredith, Cole, and Baby Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their sweet baby Miller is 2 months old and has been diagnosed with Type 1 Spinal Muscular Atrophy. Please go and read their blog here: &lt;a href="http://colecrews.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colecrews.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, The Woodruff Family. I have also posted their link on the right side of my blog, underneath the blogs I am following title&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have only been following this story over the past few days, thanks to a friend who had updated me on this little angel. Then the following day, I heard their story on the local news. I do hope that you too can follow their journey and lift them all up in prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for the Lord to give this family strength to make it through another day, help them to understand God's plan for them and for Miller, and pray for them to have a peace during this time. Pray that the Lord will heal this child. Give Miller comfort and keep him free from any pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-3047640532525732446?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/3047640532525732446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=3047640532525732446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3047640532525732446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/3047640532525732446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/praying-for-baby-miller.html' title='Praying for Baby Miller'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-9130167402126335117</id><published>2011-06-21T16:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:13:26.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XYZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes all, it is time for embarrassing moment #----, well I am not sure what number this is... but I know this will be another moment for the books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I let yal know that I was in a wedding for my friend Erin....I love that girl! To prepare for wedding day extravaganza 2011, I went and got my nails shuzzed up and my hair did- a little pamper "me" time (it was so nice)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here is my moment....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a mother, I am learning that your time is totally about your children (which I am completely okay with this). I wake in the morning to sweet babies with happy smiles and dirty diapers, then I whip up a breakfast for a very good eater and feed a meal to a child who loves to spitobber (this is a combination of spit and slobber) his baby foods at the momma (this child will remain nameless- but here is his picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620795300514229810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lT1L5iCBEc/TgETi6pV7jI/AAAAAAAACR4/QY37g_AJfDk/s400/dirtyboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I bathe and clothe this sweet babes. We play, we snack, we change diapers again (you catch my drift). There are days when I do not shower or do my hair, I sometimes will get to brush my teeth close to noon (if I do not have somewhere to go any earlier..DO NOT JUDGE)or apply the much needed concealer (this is okay, totally not a pity party). Onto my story.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, when I am getting the "others" ready, I am not so focused on what I am doing to myself. I have been known to wear clothes with spit up down the back or even wearing a skirt that maybe too short and may show &lt;em&gt;ever so slightly&lt;/em&gt; the unsightly leg of my spanx (yowza, I know!) On this day, I pulled on my brand new shorts (from the Old Navy) and then pulled off the price tag from the said new shorts. I glanced at my "Heidi Klum-ish" looking body (just kidding) and walked out of the door with the babies (who looked precious as always). I drop these babies at momma n ems house (thank you for baby sitting) and picked up my sista and off we went to get our hair did! LOOK OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you are keeping count, I have seen my momma and now my sister....then I walk into the hair place and see 2 of my BFF's Erin (mani and pedi, for her as it was her wedding day on Saturday) and Brooke (who was getting a mani pedi bc she is the maid of honor, and thats just how we roll). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620796311313086930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7R7RxEMa0o/TgEUdwKkedI/AAAAAAAACSQ/wPekmdLZci0/s400/girlfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(OLD SCHOOL PICTURE ALERT!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if you are keeping count, I have seen momma, katie, erin, brooke, the nice lady that checks you in for your appointment, some boy at the counter, and a lady who was checking out, and three small girls (all under the age of 13). That is a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, anyways, getting my hair done the eyebrows are waxed,...... I then get hot and think that I am getting sick (false alarm) but I decide I do have to go pee....... walk in the bathroom look in the mirror (make sure that my face is not too red from the brow waxing and what catches my attention but "old yeller", (YIKES...this is not a name that I call my parts), but this is what I call these canary yellow, old, granny looking, post- prego drawers that I wear (totally for comfort purposes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all of the rushing in the morning... I forgot to XYZ (examine your (MY) zipper) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DYING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, has this happened to you? If you see a poor soul that has not XYZ'd that morning, do you tell them or do you let them go on their merry unzipped way? Would you tell a friend? Would you stop a stranger (they may think that you are odd since you were looking in that region)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say, I have checked my zipper each morning, and as for"old yeller" well, I threw her out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that this brightens your day.... if not, maybe these guys will help!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620795693350579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoVoIb1kMFk/TgET5yE07CI/AAAAAAAACSI/YtUfFug8m7o/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620795166558191618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkySMJtFMpw/TgETbHnvAAI/AAAAAAAACRw/sCIQh7f-uug/s400/bmansmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620795413238175714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnYqdauU8Os/TgETpek01-I/AAAAAAAACSA/CBLMQXezMZw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahh, the man that loves me... no matter the embarrassing moment or that I had a pair a drawers that I wore and referred to as "old yeller"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/344728100490957924-9130167402126335117?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/9130167402126335117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=9130167402126335117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9130167402126335117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9130167402126335117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/xyz.html' title='XYZ'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lT1L5iCBEc/TgETi6pV7jI/AAAAAAAACR4/QY37g_AJfDk/s72-c/dirtyboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5612598770302698970</id><published>2011-06-18T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T07:54:36.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just melts my heart to see this each day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619540301680563858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCc08pfN6Ko/TfyeIXqpVpI/AAAAAAAACRY/vb7oOne0tqM/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sophia is constantly trying to love on her Buu-ba. She gives hugs and kisses, and I have recently noticed that she is acting like a little momma and checking his diaper. It is very funny when she says, "Buu-ba poo-poo". Hilarious! This is how I found her watching Mickey the other morning, just laying right next to him. melts a mommas heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619540384187765234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57aKOn58pUk/TfyeNLB5UfI/AAAAAAAACRg/L0R5rDbYdJI/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she got a bit too close and he just grabbed onto her hair for dear life. After wrastlin him away she gets back and says, "No no Buu-ba".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619540588352546994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyhtjmwzYXI/TfyeZDmkqLI/AAAAAAAACRo/N7QKokB-vg4/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope that these two grow up loving one another and become best friends like I am with my brothers and sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love yal,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One Happy Momma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5612598770302698970?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5612598770302698970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5612598770302698970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5612598770302698970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5612598770302698970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCc08pfN6Ko/TfyeIXqpVpI/AAAAAAAACRY/vb7oOne0tqM/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-7009396350416110408</id><published>2011-06-17T16:57:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T17:30:22.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the chapel........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Erin and Jason are gonna get married!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend was very busy, so busy that I have spent the entire week trying to re cooperate! I need to go ahead and face it, I am getting old. We stayed out late (past 10 something) and I am still trying to catch up on the rest!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, back to the post!! My friends Erin and Jason were married this past weekend. It was such a fun time of celebration. I hate to say it, but I did not take that many pics...boo!! The rehearsal, wedding, and reception was at a barn yal! I know, a barn. If you know Erin, this is so her! I'll tell ya this, it was the prettiest barn I have ever seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://prattplaceinn.com/welcome/homesite/index.html"&gt;http://prattplaceinn.com/welcome/homesite/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a weekend of horse shoes, Erin (playing the role as Cinderella) riding into the ceremony in a carriage pulled by a horse (I heart this moment), pampering (hair and make up...so much fun), dancing, and just a fun time with friends!! Happy Wedding Day Jason and Erin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619313340248748498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKSNP9o3NA8/TfvPtecj8dI/AAAAAAAACO4/mTU4keZVXoI/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619313508623825746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmAUKDKBjZc/TfvP3RsTu1I/AAAAAAAACPA/R-_eH6VSeXM/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619313719069727170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIa8ep-Cwp8/TfvQDhqhWcI/AAAAAAAACPI/6JKx8F8udVc/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619313877845168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UYHIjW7Lmg/TfvQMxJiU1I/AAAAAAAACPQ/-qShmn9NZ6c/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619313979523136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prxmFZYcVmU/TfvQSr7c-jI/AAAAAAAACPY/XML__qPJGSw/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314046113666818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLeWIpezicY/TfvQWj_31wI/AAAAAAAACPg/_oSc0q2HpCs/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314187823308018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NeuhkmhpzjI/TfvQez6FXPI/AAAAAAAACPw/Lbz5L5K_8qI/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314115380284226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gamw9FYynq8/TfvQamCUi0I/AAAAAAAACPo/Aa6lTjklK-Q/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314266232648274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6LhR6MVR1Y/TfvQjYAU8lI/AAAAAAAACP4/1a3TQGxkmRE/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314335253830098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKO-5btoXO0/TfvQnZIQmdI/AAAAAAAACQA/0KUMlQO47vA/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314529587193026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yuKlnGIahw/TfvQytE8ZMI/AAAAAAAACQQ/dNge1cQw-GM/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619315031724644066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU7GbAyz5M4/TfvRP7r11uI/AAAAAAAACQ4/8W3uRU3Zvpk/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314917131893426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u4VN8G6nvc/TfvRJQyzOrI/AAAAAAAACQw/2CLiwyLWPbI/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314421326527458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOFJJwXAEFY/TfvQsZxlu-I/AAAAAAAACQI/R585IyFjuHI/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314829992680930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyTEuRPDvNg/TfvREMLMXeI/AAAAAAAACQo/_gjShFbbkAk/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314614222593714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdR-DxN4kRo/TfvQ3oXmHrI/AAAAAAAACQY/IY8QJ50u-6A/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619314747283806450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKl1ypnJgC0/TfvQ_YD3GPI/AAAAAAAACQg/JgsXRuWO99U/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619315134325189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHlGb-GFVKQ/TfvRV55t65I/AAAAAAAACRA/tFv3T-uJGuo/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me...all partied out!! Must go get babies and sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One last thing...the photo booth...oooo sweet photo booth!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619318358430175682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_s5IsRM3Kbg/TfvURkoP0cI/AAAAAAAACRI/2e-q8gHeP9A/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619318446216588194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xT0K8Nl7k4/TfvUWrqKK6I/AAAAAAAACRQ/D-LCn7ISGYY/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-7009396350416110408?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7009396350416110408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=7009396350416110408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7009396350416110408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/7009396350416110408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the chapel........'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKSNP9o3NA8/TfvPtecj8dI/AAAAAAAACO4/mTU4keZVXoI/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-1819535527037725490</id><published>2011-06-09T09:29:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:30:37.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dead or Alive..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, I took my baby sis (who is not a baby, but a 13 year old woman) and the 2 kiddos to a local safari. Yes yal, here in the great state of Arkansas we have a local safari. It is packed with lions, tigers, ostrich, peacocks, kangaroos (whom you can pet), a scary turkey (who is a lurker turkey), bears, deer, hippo, and monkeys. There are so many other animals, but I really need to get to the story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe if you have been there you have seen this guy....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616228106187598498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqnTWjTmuxI/TfDZtN7gaqI/AAAAAAAACNw/aBL03zmU09o/s400/wanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Does he look familiar? (probably not, since I took his photo off of a baby monkey website and made it look like a WANTED poster) but his brother or cousin or some other relation is at this safari! This distant relative monkey that is at this local safari is cute from a distance but he is tough yal- a real go getter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On to the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember these girls????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616228857895102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHYSCwGDVVQ/TfDaY-QiqRI/AAAAAAAACN4/1BUEVfIWabk/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww yes, my precious and my sister...so full of life and happiness, they did not know what would await them at the park!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is not their happiest picture from the visit, but it will do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we walk up to a cage of baby monkeys. Ahhh- I know, I know, some of you are like how sweet baby monkeys and the other buncha bloggers are like eww a place that cages baby monkeys (they should be Born Free), anyways... yes, 3 monkeys in a cage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we walk upon them. The monkeys are frozen (not literally, it was like 80 somethin' degrees outside) but just still as statues. I promise that they were like the Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Do No Evil monkeys. Lovey is bent over at the cage, saying "oooo-ooo- (these are her monkey sounds)" so cute she is! I am saying, "yes, those are monkeys." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As a mother, I am checking out the surroundings...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the poop build up in the cage (gross), the kids at the next animal (noticing how loud they are and how they might scare the animals), I then remember that movie Outbreak (yikes, shoulda never thought of that!, it is about a diseased monkey who bites someone and nearly wipes out the whole population (McDreamy is on that!!), and then I see this......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616230765321545954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAJcEWghFr8/TfDcH_-caOI/AAAAAAAACOA/MjK2ZNetf1U/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I laugh at this sign now, because the special diet is little red headed bundles of sweetness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not a moment goes by that I look down and the baby monkeys (awwww) start jumping up and down and one starts to run to the back of the cage, then I see a skinny baby monkey arm with the longest fingers ever reach his hand out of the cage.........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231420186225122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfmMIwPOoI4/TfDcuHiWaeI/AAAAAAAACOI/4z5NbhQWlUM/s400/monkey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is right before the "incident"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he reaches for Lovey (the orange bow on her shoulder).... then he proceeds to pull her to the cage. He was trying to pull her through the cage (I guess he thought that they needed another monkey in the cage). Sophia is not reacting, just confused, then she see the baby monkey teeth! A little tear comes to her eye, then there was a scream of shear terror (so loud, blood rising), it was Aunt Kitty (little sister). She scared the whole groupa people around us and then she SCARES Sophia. I was already in the process of grabbing the hand of the monkey.. it was just disastrous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did not want to scare the whole park! My child was not hurt! Then Lovey starts screaming and crying, Katie is scared to death, and then I look like the crazy non-reacting mother- so embarrassing!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616232825706989906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_vlZeU5XKQ/TfDd_7gnSVI/AAAAAAAACOQ/OSPFLFZ_rks/s400/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were not laughing that day, but today after our emotional scars have healed, we laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides that (and that unfortunate snake slitherin' off of a cage to (sis and baby girl), the local safari is SO MUCH FUN!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616234108447521714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oo5Qhdars8g/TfDfKmFye7I/AAAAAAAACOY/pEN7tGEiM74/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616234456901547650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl3fV7uXcpo/TfDfe4Ls9oI/AAAAAAAACOo/rneT_g8dT8U/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616234663045717650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-697VP7gxBdo/TfDfq4ITXpI/AAAAAAAACOw/idEs19kj8Rg/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a good time! There is also a drive through part and it is filled with the coolest animals, we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. we do not really want the crazy monkey dead! do not call PETA on me, I am a lover of animals!!&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/344728100490957924-1819535527037725490?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1819535527037725490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=1819535527037725490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1819535527037725490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1819535527037725490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/wanted.html' title='Wanted......'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqnTWjTmuxI/TfDZtN7gaqI/AAAAAAAACNw/aBL03zmU09o/s72-c/wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2151735733145201644</id><published>2011-06-07T15:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:27:09.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crikey!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, all, that is a rattler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615571215452683490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ8Hb2BNlyg/Te6ERJP3POI/AAAAAAAACNo/kHp4jp33c2s/s400/snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do not know about yal, but that snake is scaring the BAH-GEEZES outta me! Aron said the snake was about 5 feet long!! Holy Crikey!! My husband works for a local power company and this slithering snake was trying to cross the road (needless to say, he did not get to the other side)! I hope that he did not have any slitherlin' buddies with him!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just an FYI, that man holdin' the rattler is not my hubby, hubs is the photographer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know some of you are asking yourselves this question right now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Self (insert name here), what should I do if I see a snake?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, let me assist you with some tips:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First, you need to identify the snake (ya know, see if it is poisonous). So you should pull out your snake identification chart from your pocket. If you left it at home, then here is your next best bet.... see if the slitherin' pal has a triangular shaped head and cat like eyes. If it does...then it is poisonous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Second, you should say to yourself, "self (insert name here), I am so close to this snake that I am able to NOT ONLY tell the shape of his head but also see that it has CAT LIKE EYES, I (insert your name right here) just might be WAY TOO CLOSE to that snake....SELF (insert name here) RUN!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know what, I would go ahead and just run when I see a snake... ignore step 1 all together!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This has been a PSA from one friendly blogger to anoth-a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love yal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-2151735733145201644?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2151735733145201644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2151735733145201644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2151735733145201644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2151735733145201644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/holy-crikey.html' title='Holy Crikey!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ8Hb2BNlyg/Te6ERJP3POI/AAAAAAAACNo/kHp4jp33c2s/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-2923291960323968329</id><published>2011-06-07T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:50:33.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road with the Clampetts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, on a previous post I let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yal&lt;/span&gt; know we will be going on a family vacation soon (sweet sweet vacation!!). Well, over the past few weeks, we (myself and momma and daddy) have begun to get a few things together and making lists (I just L-O-V-E a list!!). The list is getting quite long, and I am not sure how we will fit the stuff and the people in the automobile. Thus, we did a practice run on packing the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615565659369133874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpuUsv4tenY/Te5_NvOUVzI/AAAAAAAACNg/m_CbE6zgqq0/s400/travel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;- family time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like we will for sure need to take 2 cars, there is just NO WAY to fit everything ON TOP of one car! IMPOSSIBLE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-2923291960323968329?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2923291960323968329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=2923291960323968329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2923291960323968329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/2923291960323968329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-road-with-clampetts.html' title='On the road with the Clampetts...'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpuUsv4tenY/Te5_NvOUVzI/AAAAAAAACNg/m_CbE6zgqq0/s72-c/travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-9132869077762648097</id><published>2011-06-06T07:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:52:38.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrub-a-dub-dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scrub-a-dub-dub- two babies at 5 months who had just gotten outta the tub.&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;This is more of a post for me to see what my babies both looked like at 5 months. Hopefully, by baby number 3 (if we will be blessed with another) will have a new towel to pose with. Yes, both bundles of sweetness, at 5 months, and I did an impromptu photo shoot and I happened to use the same towel!&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;Sophia at 5 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614750279694224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTduoOvUn2k/TeuZoZOzCwI/AAAAAAAACNI/c38lAQPr1uk/s400/295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brayden at 5 months&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614748609820238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgxftYnnoPI/TeuYHMd0JJI/AAAAAAAACMw/fHnXdgtMud8/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia and her serious pose...the thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_nlatUpl6g/TeuZuNcS4UI/AAAAAAAACNQ/MLdha3nwnCw/s1600/298.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614751089107388162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--t9SWm1gcBk/TeuaXgh7xwI/AAAAAAAACNY/hOgv3tVh8pI/s400/296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden, trying to figure out why I am not dressing him and taking pictures instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614748539994306722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ9vNDVrTUc/TeuYDIWA-KI/AAAAAAAACMo/K-haPhZ7Qp4/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614750162828963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENZV5vv8Upk/TeuZhl38r6I/AAAAAAAACNA/I-0A919JpN8/s400/294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614748409618059474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZH9H7bjajk/TeuX7ip5UNI/AAAAAAAACMY/Bn5Sb2vUpQE/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614750027489411362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVPvTt-cwe0/TeuZZtsfASI/AAAAAAAACM4/bGTwWu1MQFQ/s400/293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614748478159642178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_clwlYFS0Q/TeuX_h_e3kI/AAAAAAAACMg/o3QBL2nBk3c/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-9132869077762648097?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/9132869077762648097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=9132869077762648097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9132869077762648097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/9132869077762648097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrub-dub-dub.html' title='Scrub-a-dub-dub'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTduoOvUn2k/TeuZoZOzCwI/AAAAAAAACNI/c38lAQPr1uk/s72-c/295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-1448161741875532598</id><published>2011-06-04T14:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:51:11.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This would sooo be the Best Show Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my family and I were talking about the reality t.v show, Dancing With the Stars, maybe you have heard of it? We were just bringing up names of people that should totally be on the show... and I have decided to go ahead and let yal know MY list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I would watch the show every week to see these people dance!!!&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;Duane "the Dog" Chapman&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082632780657154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPiz32W2y2o/Tek6aOqUsgI/AAAAAAAACK8/JL-Q_5icpag/s400/duanechapman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family would L-O-V-E it if he danced! Wouldn't it just be brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark Paul Gosselaar (aka Zach Morris)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614452278568440082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C520x0aYHAA/TeqKmch0URI/AAAAAAAACMI/OVG5sAuJJOg/s400/zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I heart the Zack Attack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082241527763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ihnQZltDvck/Tek6DdIXUgI/AAAAAAAACKk/3TzPnfChR2Q/s400/bieber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally for the kiddies! JK- I totally have the fever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bill Cosby. Classic. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082354971138690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OADqa8V7UQ/Tek6KDvX2oI/AAAAAAAACKs/14VTeCxyg30/s400/BILL-COSBY_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know he is in his 70s but he would be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy from Billy The Exterminator&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082473425607666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxGz5-GPIeg/Tek6Q9BHm_I/AAAAAAAACK0/EOmKCyYRyNQ/s400/billy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting there curious? Check out his show! It is HIL-ARIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gayle King- Just because&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082758920120706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6J3ScbrM6Q/Tek6hkkUKYI/AAAAAAAACLE/2dMAfbm1Z3w/s400/gayle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gretchen Rossi from the OC Housewives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082842830225938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjTsXp_H9z0/Tek6mdKCwhI/AAAAAAAACLM/I6kSTG713KE/s400/gretchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alfonso Ribeiro- AKA Carlton Banks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614083776910110370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqLDBTWL12w/Tek7c04CrqI/AAAAAAAACL0/vGsZOgVK6nI/s400/alfonso%2Bribeiero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know- right! Where has he been? He should totally make his come back and be on DWTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DAAhhhhh! Tori Spelling! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614454148416308450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PafG_i8mTnA/TeqMTSQShOI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Yres1MsuuLM/s400/tori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love her and would watch every Lifetime movie with her in it! Mother Can I Sleep With Danger?- it is epic!! I would also watch the Bravo shows Tori and Dean over and over and over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mark Consuelos- need I say more?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614083166378781250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOuNgbAf0bg/Tek65SeB6kI/AAAAAAAACLk/gC5oh-tTZd0/s400/mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Minogue&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614083055540315810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0fYfyCN65g/Tek6y1kFJqI/AAAAAAAACLc/T1zwGMP8H-E/s400/kylie_minogue_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl is a super star singer- The Locomotion, "girl totally brought that back!" and she is a cancer survivor! Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy sweet sweet 80s Memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kirk (ya coulda been my boyfriend if my dad woulda sent ya my fan mail) Cameron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614082944024237122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBDkvSQ6Mq4/Tek6sWIk1EI/AAAAAAAACLU/n3slyy8V7XQ/s400/Kirk_cameron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would be my favorite, and I love that he has become a God lovin man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for the sports fanatic... Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614088651572895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D59LKOsjO2E/Tek_4kaN3-I/AAAAAAAACL8/t6_yo2DfqY8/s400/jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sure he can play ball.... but can he dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do yal think? If you could have a certain person on DWTS, who would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love yal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-1448161741875532598?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1448161741875532598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=1448161741875532598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1448161741875532598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1448161741875532598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-would-sooo-be-best-show-ever.html' title='This would sooo be the Best Show Ever!'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPiz32W2y2o/Tek6aOqUsgI/AAAAAAAACK8/JL-Q_5icpag/s72-c/duanechapman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-8427111649672103683</id><published>2011-06-03T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:12:50.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronzed Goddess????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes folks, the application of the self tanning towels did not go as planned. I just knew that this morning I would wake from a full nights rest (hahahee) and then take a glance at the bod and see nothing but bronzed goddessness.&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;I looked in the mirror and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614068817783668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2EupTnkwX0/Tekt2FyXwNI/AAAAAAAACKU/1XbmFAeJf4s/s400/OompaLoompa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Totally kidding!!!&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;Too bad and so sad... I was a wee bit streaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614067022092820050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYRvyGUEDEE/TeksNkUT3lI/AAAAAAAACJ8/NkukELrmstE/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too funny! I guess this is what you might call, USER ERROR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;The best part is the feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614067093100276306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFgffGHDG1o/TeksRs1zqlI/AAAAAAAACKE/uY6rxkCgZcQ/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could to is giggle. Aron of course (God bless him) said it looks great!&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;I have been finding that the song I have mostly hummed today is oompa loompa do-ba-dee-do!&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;I am so glad to NOW get some much needed advice on how I could better apply this stuff or any self tanner in the future....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apply in circular strokes (this will avoid the streak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First apply lotion on the elbow, knees, and ankles (this will help to avoid the yucky dark stains in those areas and help the tanner to go on a bit more smooth)&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;I will use those tips next time.&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;Well, what did I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the product was applied correctly, I think it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My toes look dirty, but it ain't stopping me from wearing my flip flops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tan is not an orange like I have gotten on previous self tanners- it is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The product did not have a wreek stank smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I woke up this morning, my sheets were not orange (but they will need to be washed cause they smell a lil self tannish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little bitta color is so fun for the day, it makes me feel a little thinner (does a tan do that for you?) Probably crazy sounding!&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;Let me know if yal try it and how it works! Good luck!!&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;One more pic, just cause it is funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614067149930086290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ur-tYi0SFh4/TeksVAjFv5I/AAAAAAAACKM/7phy_Ur6J4I/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Semi-BronzieOranged Goddess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-8427111649672103683?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/8427111649672103683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=8427111649672103683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8427111649672103683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/8427111649672103683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/bronzed-goddess.html' title='Bronzed Goddess????'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2EupTnkwX0/Tekt2FyXwNI/AAAAAAAACKU/1XbmFAeJf4s/s72-c/OompaLoompa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-5326366459833918261</id><published>2011-06-02T22:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:36:07.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tanning experiment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The jig is up, if you have seen me in the flesh, I am not a bronzed beaut. I am pale, light colored hair, blue eyes (you know the type). Back to the pale skin.... I do not tan well, and my sun burns are NOT to be admired! I am usually smeared up with some SPF 55 or above and re-applying within the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have tried tanning in regular beds and high power beds for the pale skinned ones, spray tans, self tanners (o- whata mess), I even tried tanning with baby oil (many years ago, I saw a darker friend doing this- needless to say I looked a lil crispy)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, tonight I was scoping out the sunblock aisle at the Wal-Mart, and I picked up a product that is a self tanner and it is on a towelette. Just rub it all ov-a after you jump out of the tub and presto, after it dries I will have a tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a photo of the product.... have ya seen it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613831575619480258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvqmDmM5PMs/TehWEx2rqsI/AAAAAAAACJ0/M5nsIh1qxeM/s400/tan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Kelly used it and yal she always looks so great and she has color/ tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, it was 9:15 the children are snug in their bed and I head to the shower. Scrub scrub dry and then I apply.....waiting.....still feel a little sticky...so I break out the hair dryer.... yes, I blow dried myself (praying my husband would not walk in...I have been in there for many many, 38 minutes). Still feeling sticky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny: I have walked out of the bathroom. I told Aron what I have done and he is so sweet (seriously I do LOVE him so) and he looks at me without even cracking a grin and says, "honey, it works you look so dark." I just smile.. he is precious.. then I remind him... "Aron, the lights are off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, now I am typing this post as I stand in front of the computer... yal I don't want no streaks now! Would D-I-E if we had a peeper and he saw me in my skimmies- he would die to.. of laughter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will update ya tomorrow. I am in a wedding next week and I do not want to look like I am kin to Edward Cullen (ahhhh Edward Cullen.. so dreamy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yals faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-5326366459833918261?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5326366459833918261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=5326366459833918261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5326366459833918261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/5326366459833918261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/06/tanning-experiment.html' title='The tanning experiment....'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvqmDmM5PMs/TehWEx2rqsI/AAAAAAAACJ0/M5nsIh1qxeM/s72-c/tan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-1318878150480032532</id><published>2011-05-26T10:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:47:50.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror a la toilette</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture it.....it is the afternoon hour, my main man and protector is at work, the children are taking a nap (at the same time, PTL), and I have a few quiet moments to myself. There are many things that a mother could be doing at this time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;take a shower (nah- no where to go)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;read a book &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;laundry (nah- too much and it smells like wet dog)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;clean kitchen (no way could wake up the sleeping children)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could rest (why ever would I do that, I get so much rest as it is...HA) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I decided to read a book. I settled into the ever so comfy green rocker, and began to rock and read and then sip on my orange soda (ummm orange soda). Before I knew it, I was halfway through the book of Romans and on my second glass of orange soda (I say once again- umm orange soda) and I made a choice to use the restroom (normally I would hold it, but since having children I am no longer able to do so- Do your keegles! I did not- I hate to exercise! TMI, I know, but for women who want to be mammas in the future it is just something that women do not talk about- ya can't always hold it after babies!) Back to the story. Yes, I had to go to the bathroom, and it was a choice that would have the most unpredictable outcome, and that will forever change my future bathroom experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I must stop any of you from reading if you have issues with the following things.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stories that involve another person going to the bathroom (what? some people are uneasy about bodily functions!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;if you have a fear of things that creep and crawl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you must stop reading...have a wonderful day! Love yal! Caryn &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you can continue the story...read on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I walk into the guest bathroom of our house. It is not used so often as I do not like to clean more bathrooms than necessary and well the door does not lock that well. The only people that use it are company. I turn on the light (PTL, I did that). I look at myself in the mirror and smile at myself (love the look of slightly colored orange teeth) and then I give my best blue steel pose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611061382751660626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOI-kbdh0Oc/Td5-mVPTKlI/AAAAAAAACJc/wsx2E2-F4hU/s400/bluesteel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embarrassing (I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pull down my skimmys and begin to pee (then I look at the dust that has collected on the shelf in front of me (cleaning lady is so fired!)... then I feel a little bit of a tickle tickle crawly crawly thing on my leg.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611061277964074338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GayC_IShP9o/Td5-gO3_fWI/AAAAAAAACJU/yXuuxdK57n0/s400/tarantula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611061186329499154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oCy_xDMXyw/Td5-a5gm1hI/AAAAAAAACJM/UoWTeeGA1gA/s400/spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YIKES! I know.... a spider. It was a cross between a tarantula/ brown recluse/ black widow/ non poisonous house spider the size of a healthy jellybean. Terror!! It was waiting for me (its prey)! It had been resting ever so nicely on the side of the la toilette (heck, maybe it was under the seat) I have no idea (but it was not welcome for front row seats of my restroom escapade... shivers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whatever could I do, but SCREAM SILENTLY! Remember those children were napping- I DID NOT want to wake them! It woulda been not only terror a la toilette but terror a la naptime! I could not jump up and do my there is a spider on my leg terror dance (I woulda gotten the pee on the floor (that woulda just been something else to clean up!!) So, I swatted the beastly spider off of my leg and that swat would be the end of his days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RIP spider&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say... I need an exterminator in this crib PRONTO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611062904426516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCUf79QE_ms/Td5_-5620QI/AAAAAAAACJs/fhdJD4vc-o8/s400/spi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we learned from this experience friends.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;search before you sit&lt;br /&gt;and SEARCH before you SIT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope that you all have a wonderful day! Love your faces!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caryn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/344728100490957924-1318878150480032532?l=carynforesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1318878150480032532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=344728100490957924&amp;postID=1318878150480032532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1318878150480032532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/344728100490957924/posts/default/1318878150480032532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carynforesee.blogspot.com/2011/05/terror-la-toilette.html' title='Terror a la toilette'/><author><name>Caryn C. Foresee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03402124786813276162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYq215PDmXw/STCvVvhB20I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-vG4aHU8m6w/S220/089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOI-kbdh0Oc/Td5-mVPTKlI/AAAAAAAACJc/wsx2E2-F4hU/s72-c/bluesteel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344728100490957924.post-6871700652103020624</id><published>2011-05-24T13:39:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:07:22.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My ahh- ha moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, everyone please say a prayer for all of the people in Joplin, Missouri. With this horrific &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tornado&lt;/span&gt; they have lost loved ones, their homes, their things, it is just so unbelievable. My heart breaks for them and the struggles they will have to overcome in the following days. Keep them in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is Tuesday, and each Tuesday I attend a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; Bible study at our church. We are calling this time of fellowship together, Testimony Tuesday, Your Story For His Glory. Each week a woman in our church will stand before us and give her testimony. This is such a powerful and amazing time to hear stories of women who with their faith and their love of God have overcome such obstacles that I could never imagine. Each week has been such a blessing to hear these speakers, and I always walk away from the group feeling so much stronger and so on fire for the Lord (He is SO GOOD, and I know this by all of the things he has done for me and my family, and my friends)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, an amazing woman gave her story for Gods glory and she read the below poem. Much of what she said today will stay with me, but this poem was such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;-ha moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Read (the poem is in black and I totally had to write my own notes in blue, most of all read the poem that Roy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lessin&lt;/span&gt; wrote, it will bless you)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue On &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Roy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lessin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman once fretted over the usefulness of her life. &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;(&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am constantly worried about me staying home and not bringing in an income and when I am able to go back to work will I have the knowledge and know how to do a job that I once did. I hate that my husband is constantly working overtime for me to be able to be at home and raise our babies. When we Finally got pregnant with Sophia, we knew this was the RIGHT choice for our family. We wanted to be the ones to raise our children. We may not be able to go out and have fancy dinners or go on weekend getaways, but I know that this time is precious and very necessary for me to be here with them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feared she was wasting her potential being a devoted wife and mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(What is my purpose? Do I do enough? Am I supposed to be doing something else?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610363865271171634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygw5g-ZXHhc/TdwENeIs-jI/AAAAAAAACH8/hVUb1k2Uyiw/s400/157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She wondered if the time and energy she invested in her husband and children would make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610364957179173218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsQsgUcK5HA/TdwFNBz22WI/AAAAAAAACIE/62mO6_6BmHA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Am I doing a good job at the wife and mommy thing? I look at other women and they seem to have it so together. Clean house. Dinner on the stove at night time. Time for cultivating their friendships. It seems everyone else can fit everything in. Am I doing enough for my family, are they happy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610362093369923650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R6j37OupaBw/TdwCmVShmEI/AAAAAAAACHs/D8dgE9sD4ZE/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times she got discouraged because so much of what s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; did seemed to go unnoticed and unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(I do laundry, the dishes, sometimes the cleaning, I am the snot wiper, drink fetcher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; finder, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;desitin&lt;/span&gt; applier, I do not get a lot of thank yous when I change a diaper or feed a baby at the midnight hours, I usually wear clothes that were worn the day before or have spit up or baby food on the sleeve.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it worth it" She often wondered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610361606172337346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cLvXT9gI2Fg/TdwCJ-VkZMI/AAAAAAAACHU/r-jij_4khQQ/s400/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Yes!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there something better that I could be doing with my time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(No!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610361987090177954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C453qoQCZec/TdwCgJXdX6I/AAAAAAAACHk/eHYdcoTiCs4/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610362264823523730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJATpnj7hGg/TdwCwUAP6ZI/AAAAAAAACH0/XJKcXMGmvbk/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was during one of these moments of questioning that she heard the still small voice of her heavenly Father speak to her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You are a wife and mother because that is what I have called you to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; ha moment. God has appointed me to this great position.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610361893766085010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ozZF2h9o7DE/TdwCattQuZI/AAAAAAAACHc/QZ8o0dDU8i4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Much of what you do is hidden from the public eye. " But I notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Most of what you give is done without remuneration. "But I am your reward."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your husband cannot be the man I have called him to be without your support. &lt;/div&g
